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k-fiction-therapy · 5 years

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Beautiful Liar

Moodboard by Admin Scar

Starring: Kim Wonshik & Jung Taekwoon [WonTaek/Vixx’s LR]

Includes: Music Video Inspiration, Angst & Mentions of Infidelity

Rating: 18+

~*.*..*I love him, but she has me in her grasp. If I make the wrong move, she will tell everyone, but...if I do nothing, I could lose him. What do I do? ~*.*..*

Music Inspiration: Sam Smith - Leave Your Lover

A/N: This piece is heavily based on VIXX LR’s music video “Beautiful Liar”, and eventually I will be writing a prequel entitled “Whisper to Me” that details how this plot-line came to be, so I hope that you enjoy this fic, and look forward to that one. This angsty, loving fic took my heart through a fucking rollercoaster, and even after writing it, I was throttled with emotion. It was a lot. Ugh. Enjoy. :)

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If there is one universal truth in this world, it is that when the thread of fate tethers two souls, they cannot be separated by any means. Regardless of all the hardships, the twists and jagged turns that life takes, the two will always be connected. In many paths of life, the two become one. In others, the two walk aimlessly in the dark, seeking the hand of the other for eternity—and sometimes the hand that they were seeking was right in front of their face the entire time, they just refused to reach out and grab it.

Leo and Ravi had been close for a long time. Sure, in the beginning they had their problems, but during debut, who didn’t? Over the years and the quiet moments spent between the two males, they had found themselves in many intimate situations. They had crossed the line a few times, Leo resigning to hit him and shy away from his kisses afterward. Tsundere or not, Leo loved Ravi and Ravi felt the same.

Being homosexual in any industry, especially one where your appeal to women is nearly vital, is hard. Ravi knew that—and that is why he didn’t lose his mind when Leo started dating an actress to keep up appearances. Of course, as an idol, dating isn’t easy, and when Leo found himself upset or bothered, he ran directly back into Ravi’s arms; the place he’d always felt the safest. Ravi settled for this, being on the sidelines; there for Leo when he needed. Love was love. Ravi would die waiting if he had to, but there was no one in his heart other than Leo—he was the only one that Ravi could see.

Though it was a day unlike any other day, Ravi felt some sort of chill in the air. He’d gotten a message from Leo around noon asking to meet him for lunch, which wasn’t something that Leo generally did. This could be bad. Ravi prayed that Leo wasn’t upset or hurting too severely, and it was something that his kisses could clear up. Though it wasn’t specifically his intention to take Leo to bed when he felt underappreciated, Ravi didn’t shy away from the idea as a possibility.

Leo had arrived at the restaurant not long after he had sent the message to Ravi. He was nervous and couldn’t stop fiddling with the table cloth, sure that he looked as if he was on some sort of drugs. Leo dressed simply, the shirt and jeans he wore fitting him perfectly well. He had picked out his outfit nearly a week ago, knowing what he would be doing today, and he wanted to look as normal as he could, hoping it would make Ravi feel calm. Sitting at the white clothed table, he sipped his water and stared down into it. Reflected in it were his memories of the place and the first time he and Ravi had ever eaten there. A weak smile was all he could muster, though no emotion came across his face. It was middle of the day on a Wednesday, and the normal crowd was nowhere to be found. Leo thanked God for that.

Ravi was late, as usual, and he walked up the sidewalk in a large busy-patterned long sleeve button-up shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and tattoos showing. Leo had seemed rather stressed the past few days and he knew that this dinner wouldn’t be something easy, and more than likely it would be quietly dramatic, as most of Leo’s life was–but he loved the man, dammit. Entering the place, he moved to the table they always shared and sat down. Ravi was a thickly built man with toned muscles and a severe eye, but somehow he softened at the sight of his hyung. He stared at the other across the table and managed a small smile, happy to see him regardless of what he was about to be told.

At that gaze, Leo could barely breathe because truly, this was unfair. His fear and anxiety were making this choice for him and he knew Ravi deserved so much more than a cold lover who would make decisions based on cowardess. The kicker was that he loved the man and he couldn’t let go, even if he couldn’t admit his feelings to the world. So much that the mere sight of Ravi, though he didn’t show it in the slightest, made him weak all over. Inside the confines of his mind, he was crying, sobbing and throwing things—but his mask didn’t dare crack. Instead, he silently gave back a small, unreadable smile. An envelope, blue with white, trimmed with thin lace, sat to his side on the table. “Ravi…” He reached over, voice barely a whisper, fingers ghosting along the man’s knuckles. “Will you eat with me? Or would you rather… We just cut to it?”

Leo kept his hand there and Ravi didn’t protest the near-touching of his knuckles, but he didn’t exactly give anything back as he stared at the male, eyes searching for some sort of answer. The expression on Ravi’s face changed from gentle happiness, his smile fading at the way Leo spoke, “If it’s all the same to you, I’d like to get this out of the way. It seems heavy.” He all but growled, staring at the other.

Ravi’s temper and anger never, ever affected Leo. If anything, it pulled him closer because of the safety it promised. Regardless, the way that Ravi spoke hit Leo in his core and he pulled his hand back quickly, placing his palms on the table in front of him. Focusing on his breathing, he pushed emotions back and brought his eyes back up to look at Ravi, “Right.“ He bowed his head, black hair shifting to cover his eyes a moment as he regretted withdrawing his touch. Ravi didn’t take his eyes off of Leo as he moved, desperately trying to figure out what this was all about, eyes observing Leo as he took the envelope and fidgeted with it before handing it over to Ravi. Leo said nothing further, staying in his seat and staring at the other male. He owed Ravi so much, for his personal development, both emotional and spiritual, the least he could do was respect him enough to do this in person—but he wouldn’t be lying if he said he was terrified, or that this hurt like hell to watch.

Inside the envelope was a wedding invitation so beautifully hand-made and detailed, it had to be Leo’s current girlfriend. They had been sneaking around behind her back for the last three years, but Ravi had never thought it would come to this. He ran his thumb over the date and the bridge of his nose tensed, eyes reddening as they welled with tears. The wedding was in five months. A spring wedding.

Leo watched Ravi and the moment he realized that he was about to cry, his eyes widened. That wasn’t good. Fingers twitching and the need to run making the muscles of his legs flutter. He could have choked right then, watching Ravi’s fingers against the paper of the invitation. Emotion flooded him, and he swallowed audibly to try and hold it back from showing itself. Leo couldn’t think of a word to say, so he just stared, brows wrinkled.

Ravi stared at the invitation for what felt like a year as his hands began to shake. He could feel the heat of his temper rise, bubbling over almost immediately. His shoulders lifted and tensed, his teeth grinding as his head fell, "Are…you…FUCKING kidding me?!” He snarled, looking up as a tear rolled down the slope of his cheek, “Are you fucking serious with this, Leo? After everything…” he shook his head and stood, nearly knocking the table over with the force of his thigh, “No. No, no, no. No!” He ripped the invitation into pieces and threw it at the table, the pieces falling in a flurry, “I can’t fucking believe this.” He turned on heel and walked in the direction of the door, the few patrons in the place staring.

Leo flinched at the anger. He had tears shining bright in his own eyes, but he was not one to let them ever fall. “Ra-” he tried, strangling his words when more spewed from the other. His perfectly sloped lips staying parted, snapping closed only when the letter fluttered to the table. “It wasn’t-” he tried again, but Ravi had already stood. He couldn’t let him leave like this. In a panic, Leo shoved up and chased after him. He allowed Ravi to make it just out of the restaurant’s door before grabbing hold of him and yanking on an elbow gently to turn the male around, “Ravi, please. She found out about us!” His exclamation was soft, just like him, but harsh enough to be a different tone. “She told me this was the only way she’d trust me to be loyal to her. I didn’t want it, Ravi… It was her idea. Please…”

Leo can’t imagine a world without Ravi. Without the depth of his voice and the gentle touch of those loving hands. Without those eyes, brows, and the perfect curve of lips. He couldn’t live without the way the males body moved, the way Ravi breathed and the way he loved him. Every moment spent with Ravi was the only time that Leo had felt truly happy in his life. He couldn’t lose that. Leo’s grip on that arm tightened, moving down to Ravi’s wrist, to hold him though they stood at arm’s length. Leo could feel Ravi’s heartbeat at his pulse point and it made Leo want to sob, holding on tightly to the resolve he’d kept his entire life.

Ravi wanted to run far away from this and never look back, but that hand on his arm kept him from moving. He wouldn’t physically hurt Leo, would never raise a hand to him or even so much as take a chance on making him wince in pain, so he remained still, staring at the other, “She found out about us…and you’re fucking marrying her?” He snarled, glancing to the side and then back at Leo. It was hard to grasp, and even harder to hear. This couldn’t be happening, “You want me to go along with this? –act like you didn’t choose her over me? How inconsiderate can you be?”

“I… I don’t know what to do.” Leo had always been deeply terrified of being seen with Ravi in an intimate setting due to the homosexual stigma. From the beginning of his relationship with the female, he had always willingly gone to Ravi time after time without hesitation, falling directly into his embrace. Perhaps it had been cruel or irresponsible, but he couldn’t stop. “I… I want you more. But…” He took his hand back, eyes frowning right along with his brows, more expression than he’d showed in public in years. He bowed, wrapping his arms right around himself and hunching shoulders. All he could think of was how he would rather Ravi be the one to take him, take him home and make everything better. But even then, she would still exist and his fears would not have left. “I don’t want any of this.” He whispered softly, hair a canopy that shadowed his face.

Watching Leo like this made Ravi hurt somewhere deep within himself. He couldn’t bear to see the male curled in on himself like this, even as they stood on the sidewalk. Ravi could have run, now that he was let go, and he could have escaped this, but his heart wouldn’t allow it. Exhaling slowly, Ravi took a step closer, putting a hand on the male’s shoulder. He tried to comfort because it was his instinct, but he hurt. He hurt so badly. His masculine, strong exterior stopped him from showing more than a stern expression at that moment and he wrinkled his brows, “…Leave her.” He said as he stepped closer, running his hand to the back of the male’s neck, touching the ends of his dark hair, “…but you won’t, huh?”

Leo rolled himself back up to standing, returning Ravi’s stare. His movements had forced Ravi’s hand to grasp his neck and he inhaled through his nose, eyes watery. Leo looked over Ravi’s face, knowing him enough to know see that hurt despite the male hiding it. This was probably harder for him than Leo. Lips parted to the touch and he leaned into it, neck arching as he touched up a forearm, always weak for this man. “I… I can’t…” Leo nearly mouthed and the words are almost unheard, tears slipping from his eyes, an uncharacteristic act. “I’m sorry, Ravi. I love you so much… but I’m so scared….”

Ravi dropped his hand from that neck, grazing a shoulder on it’s way. He shook his head, “Well, I can’t hide myself with you any longer. I can’t live like this.” He tensed his jaw and his expression went cold, “I only want you. This is cruel and you fucking know it.” He snarled as he pulled back from Leo and took off walking down the road, his gait angry and strides long. Once he was far enough away, he cried, deep within himself, tears falling, but no sound left him.

Leo was terrified of following Ravi. He’d hurt the man so much he’s sure he’ll never be able to look himself in the mirror again. He waited only a few minutes before he left himself. He shook hard all the way home, his own arms around his form not enough to quell the screaming voices of guilt in his mind. Once he returned home, after making sure he was alone, he allowed himself to cry and sit miserably, sure he wouldn’t sleep at all.

It was a few days before Leo had gotten up the courage to be an absolute idiot. He showed up at Ravi’s doorstep, unannounced, knocking gently like he always did. It had been pouring down rain and Ravi hadn’t expected any company, so when he heard the knock, his stomach fell. Unexpected visits weren’t usually fun ones. Leo waited, thankfully wearing a raincoat, though hair and pants were dripping as he’d walked there from home.

Walking towards the door, Ravi sat his computer down on the couch as he passed. He had been writing lyrics, thinking the heightened emotions he was feeling were helping him along. It was the only positive aspect he could find in all of this. Answering the door in a red silk bathrobe and basketball shorts, Ravi stared at Leo through rouge-lensed sunglasses, his white hair tousled to the side. Eyes puffy and head tipping, he took a deep breath, “What are you doing here?” His tone was even and deep, the anger behind it still very much audible.

Leo stared, hating himself. Hating everything about himself. It was the depths of his depression coming back but, this time no one was at fault but himself. Moving his hands to tuck them tight against his sides to calm himself, he inhaled slowly. “I don’t want to leave us as that… I want… I need to talk to you. Can I come in?” He wanted to wipe those eyes when tears fell, to kiss away the pain he had caused, but he knew he couldn’t. Ravi didn’t say a word and after a moment of silence, Leo continued though it was unlike him to talk this much, or at all, “It was wrong, to take you to a public place…but I didn’t think you’d want me here when I told you. I just think, perhaps… We should talk?” His sharp eyes stared, face the usual resting lack of emotion.

Ravi’s heart ached just standing there and looking at Leo. The wound that had been cut into his heart a little over twenty-four hours prior just hadn’t had time to even think about numbing its pain. Staring, it took him ages to respond, having to keep himself from just closing the door in Leo’s face. Knowing how much it would hurt Leo, he would never—though the male deserved it. “Ye, fine.” He hissed, stepping back and into the place.

When allowed in, Leo closed the door behind himself with a click and peeled the raincoat off so he didn’t get the place wet. Putting it on the coat tree, he followed Ravi. The dim lights of his apartment illuminated his tattooed, honey skin and he walked toward the sitting area, his silk robe billowing a bit. He turned when he reached the center of the room, raising a brow, “So, go on… Talk.”

Leo stopped inside of the room and stood a good six feet away, not wanting to be too close in case Ravi got mad again. Pushing the tips of his fingers together, he shook slightly, “When she saw the messages on my phone, she knew. When she found out, she asked me if I wanted you more. And I refused to answer. She didn’t stand for the silence long, and stormed out. I assumed she’d make the decision to leave for me and I was so… Relieved.” He shrugged, eyes downcast as he rubbed his own arm. He wasn’t sure exactly why he was telling Ravi the entire story, and he certainly didn’t realize that he more he spoke, the more he angered the male. He inhaled audibly, not used to speaking, “She showed up with invitations to the wedding and told me that if I didn’t agree to marrying her and supporting her financially… She would make sure everyone knew that I was… Into men. I panicked, Ravi.”

Leo finished his story and Ravi was fuming. Leo had come here to explain something that didn’t need explaining. Leo was too much of a coward to stand up to his convictions, to be who he was. That was the end of it. Ravi exhaled through his nose and pushed his hair back before dropping a hand down his front, ”…You should have fucking told her.“ He snarled, gaze furious, "Tell her you like the cock.” Ravi cracked, grasping himself through his shorts threateningly, gesturing to Leo with it in a lewd fashion, “Stop lying to her. Lying to your fucking self.”

Leo twitched at the vulgar grab, making a small face. “I’m not… I’m not lying to myself. I know what I like. I know what I… I know who I want. She isn’t you, she never will be, but I…can’t tell her, I…” He tried to fight through the emotions, but seeing the male react in this way had him looking away, a bit flustered and shocked at what he was seeing, the anger he could feel, “C-Can you not grab yourself?” He looked away, skin hot from all the emotions and thinking about Ravi’s dick was not going to help this situation.

To that reaction, Ravi raised a brow, “Oh? I shouldn’t grab myself?” He asked, taking a rough step towards the other male, blinded by how angry he was, “She’s not me. Do you need to be reminded that?” He grasped Leo’s wrist and walked him back towards the wall, teeth gritting and jaw tensing, “…You have to fucking tell her, Leo. What are you afraid of? Being a faggot?” He growled and when Leo hit the wall, he pressed against him, “Afraid of everyone knowing? Don’t. Be. A. Pussy.” He said, hand pushing between them to cup Leo through his pants, “…Be a man.”

Leo had been cracked against the wall, his back hitting it densely, “Don’t say that… Ravi!” He flinched hard, cheeks red from blush at the way Ravi grabbed him. He was semi-hard, admittedly, and this only made it worse. He felt a bit more than ashamed, but he couldn’t help but react to those hands. Trembling, he arched against the touch and stared, pupils huge and lips trembling slightly, their pout supple. He grabbed Ravi’s arm and braced against the wall. “You know I don’t want people knowing tha-Nnn! That doesn’t make me a p-pussy. L-let me go…”

Ravi didn’t stop, but rather moved his hand up and down, just to stimulate Leo, showing him how perfectly his body obeyed and begged for Ravi, even the slightest bit. He growled, “No. Being scared of being yourself because of what people will fucking think. That makes you a pussy.” He growled against Leo’s ear and pressed tighter, nearly knocking over an end table next to them.

“G-God…” Leo moaned ridiculously hot into the air, his mouth open. He can’t believe how fast he went from depressed to needing Ravi to take him where he stood. Just needing it as primal as he could get it. He was hard, twitching, hips bucking up for more despite his mind screaming for this to stop, that it was wrong. Moaning, he turned towards that mouth, eyes half lidded. “You make it hard to think… God, Ravi…” He gripped the male with both hands, nails digging into silk as he arched from the wall, knees twitching apart. He didn’t even notice the table even though his leg hit the side of it, knocking it fully over, but it wasn’t too hurt by the fall.

Leaning forward, Ravi kissed against a cheekbone and then growled against the shell of Leo’s ear, “Fuck…you feel so good.” His deep whisper was low enough to shake the soul and it made Leo tremble. Ravi grit his teeth and sneered, frustrated, “…but I can’t…” he pulled himself away immediately and turned his back to Leo, his hand pressed to his forehead as he fought with himself, “…We can’t do this.”

Leo had so ready. He had been like putty in Ravi’s hands, ready to be molded. Ready to do anything the male asked or wanted of him—but then the contact was gone. Chest heaving, breaths so ragged they were almost silent, he stared at Ravi’s back. It would be wrong to ask for more but oh, he wanted it. Wanted it like a drug. Hands curled in his shirt, pulling up to give the room a tease of his abdomen and slopped hips. “You make me so weak.” He murmured, blood searing through his veins. The words next spill from his mouth without thought and he hated himself the moment they were out. “Tell me how I feel good.” Leo tried, hoping Ravi would just give in.

Ravi raked his fingers down his face, pulling at his jaw a bit. He bit into his tongue at the male’s words, holding his teeth there to scold himself. He didn’t turn around, eyes closing as his back straightened. Ravi resigned to act as if Leo hadn’t said anything in that sultry tone of his, “If you won’t reveal yourself for me…you can’t say that you love me. You can’t say that you’re mine….” He inhaled slowly, “Fuck…all the times you writhed beneath me and told me you wanted me more than anything…that you never loved anyone like this…” He shook his head, still not turning around, “If you’re too afraid to tell her, to tell the world…then you don’t love me like you say you do. Then you truly are…a beautiful fucking liar.”

Leo stared at Ravi, unable to think. He couldn’t do anything and found himself barely able to breathe. He’d hurt the one person in this world that he cared for—how could sex be anywhere close to on his mind? Leo couldn’t move for a few hard, brutal breathes, but then he slipped forward onto his toes. Glancing to the table, then the man he loved, he paled. “I’m sorry…” he murmured before turning and leaving. The door clicked a bit too loud for Leo’s taste but he needed to go. He ran, hands over his mouth, as he made his fast way back home in the rain that had resigned to sprinkle.

Ravi let Leo leave. He wasn’t about to run after him. It wasn’t that Ravi didn’t care. No, he fucking cared too much. That was his problem. How could this happen. All those nights he had held Leo in his arms, daydreaming of a day when they would be together finally, facing the world and letting them see them for who they truly were–but he had been lying to himself. That day would never come. Anger pooled in him and he shouted, punching a wall, leaving a deep hole. His foot met the end table then, smashing it to bits. He growled through gritted teeth and stared at his bleeding knuckles, the wood of the wall having splintered and cut him. The blood made him feel like he might be able to breathe, and he fumed.

Ravi was the one out of everyone that had a horrible temper, but he managed to keep it at bay all of these years. Leo had seen hints of it, but nothing like the terror he had left when he ran. Leo didn’t go back to Ravi’s home as he didn’t want to test that temper any further, afraid that he would somehow make things even worse than they already were. Many nights of crying himself to sleep and avoiding his fiancé gave him time to think—and if he were honest, he was terrified of the decision he had made in his most solitary moments.

Days slipped by and it was due time that the members of VIXX went back to work. The boys were unaware of what had gone on between Ravi and Leo, so they treated their return day as they would any other work day, excited to see their lead rapper and eldest hyung. Ravi was called, asked to come to the studio for some warm-up practices before they started work on the new concepts for the comeback. He was bluntly asked if he would contact Leo, and Ravi couldn’t blame them for not understanding his reluctance towards the action Leo hadn’t been answering his messages and they all knew of his tendencies to be depressed. Ravi had sent a quick text, which ended up being read and not responded to. What did he expect?

Come the day, Leo did not show up, but the guys didn’t seem too worried or upset, but rather they were eating their lunch in the floor of the practice room with cheery smiles. Ravi appeared rather late, but he was there. Talking himself into coming had been quite a difficult task. Eyes set on the guys, he took up post on the edge of the circle of three boys and sat, seeming very moody. He didn’t ask about Leo and he didn’t answer when the others asked about where the other male was. Truly he wasn’t ready to be around Leo again just yet and he had somehow ignored the urge to reach out to him past the text he’d sent informing him of practice. His anger kept him controlled, but his heart, however, was screaming.

The boys did not ask though they appeared concerned about the anger and unapproachable manner Ravi had. They didn’t inquire about Leo more than once, Ravi seeming touchy about the subject. After a few moments of silent eating, N checked his phone and smiled softly as he looked at the screen, seeming slightly relieved, “Leo got snagged, he’s gonna be a bit late. He suggested we get started. Ravi, you want anything to eat before we head to the studio?”

Ravi tensed towards the guys when Leo was mentioned, and he nodded, inhaling through his nose. This had to happen eventually. They were still a group, and they still had to work together regardless of their personal issues. Perhaps time would help, but Ravi couldn’t see an end to this pain. Glancing to N when he asked about food he shook his head, “Nah, babe. I already ate.” He flirted like his natural self, patting N on the back softly.

N nodded, smiling as he gathered up the trash that the boys had left behind, tidying up. They all stood, stretched, and headed towards the studio area to ready for recording. Hongbin inched over to Ravi as they walked and nudged the male, moving with him along the way, “You hear about Leo?” His voice was soft, his hands stuffed into his own pockets cutely, “It seemed tough, but… Wish he’d done it sooner. It’s hard to keep secrets like that. Makes you feel like you’re not yourself. I’m happy he did it.” Hongbin smiled gently.

Snapped out of his furious state momentarily by those words, Ravi blinked and stared at Hongbin, "Nah, I was out most of yesterday. What happened?” He asked, curious, though he was angry. Old habits die hard and he couldn’t make himself care less about Leo. He wanted to ignore the urge to check up on him, to make sure he was okay, but at this point he was sure that was never going to be a reality for him. He hoped Leo was alright despite his blood fuming. It was horrible, but his heart still very much in love.

Hongbin gave a cheeky grin. “He came out. Soo-ah kicked him out of their place, so he’s staying with N. Poor guy called N at three in the morning or something, I guess. N had to get go get him from that alley by the bar.” Hongbin lifted a hand and brushed hair from his brow, “It happened a few days ago…and his depression is back because of it, but he told everyone he was…. You know. Gay? I’m surprised you weren’t told.” He shrugged and opened the studio doors for Ravi to go through, his eyes sparkling. He seemed proud of Leo’s strength.

Ravi could have choked on his own tongue. He couldn’t believe what he was being told. Dumbfounded, he blinked, his eyes widening, “Gay…” He said as he watched Hongbin enter. He patted his arm and nodded, “Give me a sec.” He turned on heel and ran towards the entrance to the building and out the glass doors. He had set himself to run wherever Leo was, but the heavy doors were a task and he found himself outside moments later where he almost ran face first into Leo. Gasping, he grabbed the man and pulled him into a hug, causing him to drop everything he was holding. Arms wrapped tight and he pressed his face into the crook of Leo’s neck, immediately sobbing, muscles shaking.

Leo was deeply depressed and had not, in the least, wanted to come in today. That was all that was on his mind as he had made his way to the doors of the place. He hadn’t in the least expected Ravi to come out to greet him, let alone pull him into an embrace. The snacks and water for the members he had been carrying had hit the ground, but as Ravi took him into his arms, he didn’t care at all about that. For a moment, he was terrified of the male and didn’t know what to think or how to react. Was he mad? Ravi had every right to be mad. Leo tensed, but Ravi’s emotional meltdown had him inhale hard, hands grasping at the male’s shoulders, “R-Ravi?” He questioned, voice quivering. “W-what’s wrong?” He didn’t think for a second Ravi had heard the news, and he fully expected the male to still want nothing to do with him.

“I…” Ravi held onto the male and pressed hard into him, gripping his shirt enough to pull it tight, “…you told her…you told everyone…you didn’t call me…” he pulled back, looking Leo in the face. Every bit of his anger melted away as he stared at that face. The expression he’d fallen in love with. Ravi knew Leo was the other half of his soul, that the thread of fate was tied around their wrists. They were two parts to the same soul, ripped apart at conception and fortunate enough to find one another. Leo was the be all end all of Ravi’s adoration; beloved. For the first time in weeks, Ravi truly smiled, the expression lighting up his face as he came in close, their lips grazing, “Idiot…” He whispered and then kissed the male deeply, hands holding his face, unashamed and uncaring who could see.

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cinnamcroll · 7 months

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💌 NEW MESSAGE RECEIVED: @cupidrealm !

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ "no, the answer is no. i told you, i'm not coming with you." arms folding over his chest, a scoff spewed from wonshik's lips. "first of all, you're going to be a narcissistic maniac. that amazon package you had delivered to me— it wasn't an anna wintour wig, was it? i already saw the black shades and ... your public relations is shit. i'm already expecting a video of you there and the caption is some goofy shit like 'pucci on my coochie'. second of all, i'm not being the gormless fuck who has to record fifteen takes of you spinning outside the venue." eyes rolling, he took a deep breath; firing out the words far too rapidly. "looking like a fucking ballerina with the legs of gimli."

#cupidrealm #sujin and wonshik.#wonshik thread.

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gamerwoo · 6 years

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(Consumed) Wonshik: My Doll

a/n: i know this took really long to post, but i mean, i hope its sorta worth the wait???? but i’ll try to do the rest faster

Characters: Wonshik x female reader (featuring Hakyeon)

Genre/warnings: yandere au, black magic/voodoo au, angst, horror, mention of bullying, implied torture, kidnapping, mental and emotional manipulation, mention of/implied smut, and stalking (seriously, this is a yandere au so things get pretty dark, don’t read if this isn’t your thing). also I don’t know too much about black magic or voodoo, so I did research. some websites said they can be connected, others said they’re very different. I tried my best, I apologize for anything that’s wrong.

Word count: 4,907

Summary: He hummed softly to himself as he thread the needle through the scratchy material. It took weeks of collecting everything he need – every time he ‘accidentally’ bumped into you, every time you left the quaint little coffee shop or bookstore, he was there to collect the items he needed for this – but it was worth it.

Finally, he could make you his, whether you wanted to be or not.

Putting in the final stitch, he tied off the thread, and held the doll of you out to examine. He smiled eagerly at how perfectly he made it – he had to get this right; it was for you, after all. He’d never made one of these before, but he knew how it worked, and that it would work.It had to work.

“You’ll be mine,” he sighed dreamily, stroking the hair of the doll, that just so happened to be made of your own hair, “very, very soon.”

Consumed Masterlist

He was the friend of a friend, and he seemed very normal on the surface. Sure, he had a lot of tattoos, and was relatively quiet, but that didn’t make him strange, at least not at first glance. Nobody could tell the tattoos were symbols that represented his practice, and nobody could tell he was quiet because he was always observing his surroundings -- more specifically: you.

His friends called him Ravi, so that’s what you called him. However, every time his nickname came from your mouth, he looked slightly...off, like he was in pain. Secretly, he just wanted you to say his name, but only those who were really close with him ever called him that; those who knew what he did in his spare time.

Wonshik was adopted into a family that believed a lot in voodoo. It was something he’d seen ever since he was a child, and he learned how to perfect it through his grandmother. He was always told as a child to not talk about voodoo in school, but he mentioned it to a few friends he thought he could trust. They teased him and spread it to other students, and he soon became the target of harrassment and bullying. Ever since then, he’d worked to use it for personal gain.

His favorite thing to use were the dolls. He could do whatever he wanted to the victim without them ever knowing it was him. He’d keep the dolls hid in his locker or backpack, doing whatever he pleased whenever he pleased. For once in his life, he felt like he had full control.

His family had found out about him abusing the voodoo, and disowned him after high school. Did Wonshik care? No. In his mind, his family was dead to him. He managed to make it on his own, going to college and making new friends that he never mentioned his practice to. He always felt cold toward everyone, even his friends who he was supposed to trust.

That is, until he saw you.

Your bright smile warmed his heart immediately, and your twinkling laugh made his body tingle in a way he’d never felt before. It was something about you that made him feel like he had something good in his life. The only problem was that he didn’t really have you in his life. He was the friend of a friend, and you hardly ever spoke to him.

“Ravi!” his friend’s voice broke him from his thoughts, realizing he had spaced out staring at the menu of the diner. “Do you know what you want?”

He looked up from the laminated paper, his eyes finding you first, before shifting to his friend, and then the waiting waitress. “Uh, burger and fries.”

The slim girl jotted down the order before collecting the menus and walking away. Sitting across from him were you and Hakyeon -- Hakyeon was giving Ravi a concerned look while you absentmindedly played with the napkins.

“Are you feeling okay?” Hakyeon wondered, his eyebrows knitting together.

Wonshik nodded. “Yeah, of course. Why?”

“You’ve been...spacey.” the older boy shrugged. “That’s why I thought we should eat here for dinner.”

“Oh yeah,” you spoke up, immediately catching 100% of Wonshik’s attention, “didn’t you say this is where you and him would come every Friday night for like, six months?”

Wonshik couldn’t be more elated that you remembered a fact about him. He also wondered if you had asked about him, and that’s why Hakyeon had told you that story. He hoped you were wondering about him.

He did have a way to make you think about him all the time, he just had to put the last finishing touches on it. It’s what he planned on doing today -- he finally finished it last night after collecting the last few things he needed to finish it -- but when Hakyeon asked if he wanted to hang out, and mentioned you’d be with him, how could he say no? He’d have time to do the spell tonight, anyway.

Then tomorrow, if he did everything correctly -- and he was sure he would -- you would be his.

You were on the phone with Hakyeon after you got home, just letting him know you were there safe and sound. He always asked you to call him, and he always got worried when you didn’t. He was still in the car, and you always scolded him for talking on the phone while driving even if his calls did go through to his car speakers. You still worried about him getting too distracted.

It was during your lighthearted conversation with Hakyeon that Ravi had popped into your head for some reason. You didn’t know why you suddenly thought of him, but you couldn’t stop. Your heart fluttered at the mere thought of him, and you wanted nothing more than to see him again like you had today. You wanted it so badly that it hurt. All you wanted was to be wrapped in his arms and have him whisper sweet nothings in your ear. You just wanted Ravi.

“Hakyeon,” you suddenly interrupted whatever he was saying, “what’s Ravi’s number?”

“Ravi?” he repeated, sounding confused. “Uh...why?”

“I just want it,” you stated.

Hakyeon knew this was weird for you. You never asked about his friend before, so why now suddenly? What did he do today that made you want his number, and why didn’t you just ask him yourself before?

But despite him knowing something was up, he listed off the digits before you said goodbye and went to add the number to your contacts. You immediately called him, half expecting him to not pick up since you didn’t think he’d have your number. Why would he have it, he never spoke to you.

But he already had it from when he stole it from Hakyeon’s phone, and his face lit up when he saw his screen light up with your name. The spell had worked.

“Hey,” he breathed, as if he was expecting the call; waiting for it.

“Ravi,” you smiled, your heart beating faster just hearing his voice.

His expression turned sour, though you couldn’t see it, “Don’t ever call me by that name. Call me Wonshik from now on.”

“Wonshik,” you repeated.

He smiled, loving the way his name sounded coming from your lips, “Good girl.”

There were two ways to cast a love spell, but Wonshik opted for the one that would be easier but less effective: a voodoo doll. He made the doll accordingly before performing the spell on it. If the doll was ever stolen or lost, the spell would wear off. Therefore, Wonshik kept it locked up in a tiny cage -- almost like a birdcage -- in his closet unless he needed it.

The spell was strong, he knew that much. You were supposed to be in love with him already, although you hadn’t dropped the “L” word yet. But considering you agreed to a date with him today, he assumed the spell was strong enough. It would at least get him what he needed.

The only obstacle that Wonshik knew he’d face was Hakyeon. While the older boy was Wonshik’s best friend and knew of his beliefs and practice, he didn’t know that he regularly used it on people, especially not like this. If he ever found out what Wonshik had done to you, it would be all over. So Wonshik had to get you away from Hakyeon somehow.

All Wonshik could do was hope that the spell was strong enough for you to just...listen to him. He could simply tell you he wanted you to stay away from Hakyeon, and it should work. If it didn’t, he would just have to take action himself. Really, it was a foolproof plan.

With his phone and wallet in his pockets, he was prepared for the date. You had sent him your address last night -- though he already knew it -- so he could walk to your apartment to meet up with you, and walk to the subway from there.

On his way, his phone started ringing from the pocket of his joggers. He expected it to be you, but when he pulled it out, he saw it was Hakyeon. He didn’t know what he could want, but he answered anyway.

“What’s up?”

“Why did ___ tell me she can’t hang out with me anymore because she’s going on a date with you?” Hakyeon wondered, sounding extremely confused, and even a little angry. That last one made Wonshik smirk.

“Because she is going on a date with me,” Wonshik shrugged as he carried on toward your building. “Is that not allowed or something?”

“No, Wonshik, it’s not that,” the older boy sighed, “it’s just...you guys never talk. I never even knew either of you were interested in each other. Why are you suddenly going on a date now?”

“Why not?”

“Where’d the sudden interest come from?”

“I’ve always thought she was cute, I just never talked about it. That would be weird.”

Hakyeon let out a laugh that let Wonshik know he knew the whole thing was bullshit, “We’re best friends, dude. It’s not weird.”

“Look, I’m almost at her place,” Wonshik said, wanting to end the conversation as quickly as possible. “I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

“Mhmm,” Hakyeon replied, sounding skeptical, “just let me know when you drop her off. I want to make sure she gets home okay.”

“Yeah,” he replied. “See ya.”

He hung up, putting his phone back in his pocket before he strode up to your building. You were already waiting on the steps, anxiously looking around for him. When your eyes landed on him, you stood with an excited squeal and threw your arms around his neck from where you stood on the step, unable to contain yourself.

“Hello!” you smiled widely, your breath tickling his ear.

He chuckled, but let his strong arms snake around your waist. He’d only dreamed of holding you like this, so the fact it was actually happening made him not want to ever let go. His hold only tightened as he inhaled deeply, wanting to never forget your scent or your body pressed against his or your warmth -- any of it.

However, he released you in favor of taking your hand in his, “Are you ready to go?”

“Definitely!” you chirped before he led you off toward the city.

You walked in step with him, glancing up at him every so often. You wondered how you never noticed how handsome he was. Looking at him was like looking at a God, you thought. He was good-looking, yet mysterious. You didn’t know much about him, he barely spoke, and he had so many tattoos covering his skin that you never knew the meanings behind. You wanted to learn everything about him, though.

The entire trip to the art museum he was taking you to was filled with you two asking about each other. You didn’t know that Wonshik didn’t need any answers because he already had them, but even with you under the love spell, he wanted to play it off like he hadn’t done anything. In case things somehow went wrong, he didn’t want you knowing that what happened was because of him. He wasn’t going to leave any metaphorical fingerprints.

He kept your hand in his as he led you up the concrete steps to the museum. Truthfully, you always loved art, which was why Wonshik specifically chose that location for the date. However, you couldn’t take your eyes off of your date long enough to appreciate art like you normally would.

Wonshik had been to an art museum with you once before this, and of course, it was when Hakyeon was with you. Wonshik admired how lost you got in all of the paintings, pictures, and sculptures. While you admired the art, he admired what he found to be art: you. You never noticed, either; you were too engrossed in everything around you. Even Hakyeon had no idea Wonshik was staring at you, and subtly gathering things for his voodoo doll for you.

This time, though, it was you who admired Wonshik. The way his brows furrowed when he tried to understand a painting, or the way the corners of his mouth slightly turned up when he saw something he found particularly interesting. Of course, he wasn’t only focusing on the art, but he figured he should try since it was a date. He had to act normal.

But when he realized that the whole thing was kind of pointless considering he wasn’t into art, and you weren’t paying attention to any of it, the two of you just left instead. He didn’t know what to do next, but you had an idea.

“We could go back to your place?” you suggested, biting your lower lip softly.

But he wasn’t taking any chances in you finding anything, “How about yours?”

With butterflies erupting in your stomach, you brought Wonshik back to your apartment without a second thought. Even when you’d closed and locked the door to your apartment once the two of you were through the doorway, you didn’t panic that you were alone with someone who was practically a stranger. When his lips pressed roughly against yours, you didn’t stop to think about what you were doing. Even when your clothes were torn off, and you pressed down into your mattress, you didn’t question the fact you were moaning out a name you only learned the day before.

Over the next week, Wonshik tested the limits of the spell. He did things in bed with you that would definitely push your limits, but you always liked it because he liked it. He asked odd things of you, but you’d do them without protest. With that in mind, he figured it was okay to carry on with his plan.

“___, love,” he murmured as you lay on his bare chest, trying to catch your breath.

“Mm...” you hummed tiredly in response, your body close to giving out after the events that had occurred over the last hour or so all over your apartment.

The two of you eventually ended up in your bedroom, and now you were sprawled out on his chest while his fingertips trailed up and down your spine. Your face was nuzzled into his neck, on the brink of sleep after exerting yourself so much. You would’ve tapped out with anybody else, but you wanted nothing more than to please Wonshik and make him happy. You’d do anything for him, even if it would make you pass out from exhaustion.

He didn’t really know how to say it, so he just said it, “I don’t want you hanging out with Hakyeon anymore.”

Something in you felt...weird about that request. You lifted your head to look at him, a crease forming between your brows, “What? ...Why?”

Wonshik frowned, “You’re not going to go against me, are you, love?”

He suddenly gripped your chin, forcing your face closer to his. His dark eyes looked deep into yours, “If you didn’t listen, that would make me very upset.”

Panic immediately washed through you, and you found yourself shaking your head and clinging tighter to him, “N-no! I won’t hang out with Hakyeon anymore.”

Wonshik grinned before pressing a sweet kiss to your lips, which had all of your worries and panic evaporating completely. You relaxed back into his chest, your head on his shoulder.

“Tell him,” Wonshik ordered suddenly.

Your head lifted once again, “Now?”

“Yes, now,” he nodded. “Where’s your phone?”

You pointed to the nightstand, so Wonshik reached over to unplug it from the wall charger. He handed the device to you, looking at you expectantly with raised eyebrows.

Sitting up, you searched through your contacts to find Hakyeon. He was the most recent person to have texted you, so it didn’t take long. You started to type out a message, but Wonshik’s fingers covered the phone as he lowered it from your face.

“No, love, I want you to call him,” he explained.

You just nodded slowly in reply before calling Hakyeon like your boyfriend wanted. You put the phone to your ear, your heart beating rapidly in your chest. You were never one to like confrontation, so you were actually worried about doing this.

Wonshik’s hands moved to your thighs, rubbing your skin softly. The small gesture brought you comfort, so you soon forgot about how anxious you were to talk to Hakyeon. As long as you had Wonshik, what did anything else matter?

“___!” Hakyeon cheered, happy to hear from you. “I don’t think I’ve heard your voice all day! What’s up? How’re you and Wonshik?”

“Actually,” you ignored his questions, wanting to just get right to the point to make Wonshik as happy as possible, “I called to tell you...I won’t be contacting you anymore.”

You could hear Hakyeon coughing, and you assumed he was probably out getting a drink with his friends and choked on his beer or something -- he was out at bars a lot when he wasn’t with you.

“Wait, what?” he gasped. “___, why would you--”

“It’s just how things have to be,” you replied easily, staring down at Wonshik who looked so proud of you. “Goodbye, Hakyeon.”

You ended the call despite Hakyeon’s frantic yelling of your name. Wonshik took your phone and tossed it to the other side of the bed before pulling you down to him, his lips pressing sweetly against yours.

“Ah, you’re such a good girl, aren’t you?” he smirked, making you giggle. “I think you deserve a reward for making me so happy.”

Soon, you’d forgotten all about Hakyeon.

However, back with his friends, you were all Hakeyon could think about. His friends all knew how close the two of you were -- you were practically his sister -- so the fact you’d tell him you weren’t going to talk to him anymore completely out of nowhere was definitely more than strange. Something was wrong, and he was sure he had an idea of what.

Hakyeon didn’t plan on calling Wonshik before going to his apartment. He was just going to show up and demand answers. But when the older boy got there, Wonshik wasn’t answering the door.

“Jesus Christ...” he grumbled as he dug out his ring of keys. He got the spare key Wonshik had given him, inserting it into the lock before opening the door. “Wonshik! Yah, Wonshik! We need to talk!”

Hakyeon stomped through the living room, kitchen, and bathroom, but didn’t find the man in question anywhere. There was the bedroom, but he figured Wonshik must’ve been at your place. Either way, he figured it was better to try than to go hunt you down, too.

He entered Wonshik’s empty bedroom, and was going to just leave, until he noticed a faint glow coming from underneath the door of the closet. He walked over slowly, placing his hand cautiously on the doorknob before turning it and cracking the door open.

He almost passed out at what he saw.

In the closet was what he could only describe as a shrine, but it wasn’t just any shrine. It looked like it was a shrine to some sort of God, but it was clearly to you. He recognized some of the items as things you’d complained about losing, or pictures of you that he didn’t ever remember being taken. There were pieces of your hair, used napkins, and the like. All of this was surrounded by fairy lights, which were causing the glow of light.

The thing that really caught his attention, though, was the cage in the middle of it all. It was a golden cage with a doll locked in it. It had the same color hair as you, and it even looked like you. He was afraid to know what the doll was stuffed with...

Hakyeon knew Wonshik practiced voodoo, so he knew this doll was bad news. He was livid because Wonshik had used his voodoo magic on you, and he knew this was the reason you suddenly took an interest in Wonshik. He was forcing you to be in love with him, and he was probably forcing you away from your friends -- the shrine of you was enough for him to gather that Wonshik wanted you all to himself.

He reached for the cage, planning on just smashing the damn thing, but then he thought about what would happen if this somehow broke whatever voodoo shit Wonshik had done to you. What if this doll being freed would free you from your trance? You’d be alone and afraid with a man who had barely known beforehand, and Wonshik could possibly hurt or kidnap you if he realized you weren’t in love with him anymore.

“Fuck!” he groaned, gripping his hair by the roots in frustration.

But he had to save you, so what was he supposed to do? He could just take the cage with him, but then what? If he confronted Wonshik, who knows what would happen. Wonshik could kill both of you, and then what?

So he pulled out his phone in a panic and did the only thing he could think of: he called the police.

Wonshik heard the annoying little beeps coming from his phone. He quickly checked and saw that there was an intruder in his house. The security cameras had caught somebody, and Wonshik had a feeling he knew exactly who it was.

Lo and behold, he could see Hakyeon pacing his bedroom, the closet door wide open. Wonshik’s heart sank to his stomach, but he somehow knew this might happen. He also knew what would happen if the doll was taken into the wrong hands, but he couldn’t go and retrieve it. He’d just have to make a new one eventually, or perform the spell on you. He’d have to worry about all of that later, though.

Wonshik gently shook your shoulder, waking you from your slumber, “C’mon, love, you have to wake up.”

“What time is it?” you wondered groggily, seeing the night sky out your window.

“It’s still nighttime, but we have to leave,” he explained as he got out of bed to pack the few things he had at your place, as well as some things for you. “We’re going on a little trip.”

“To where?” you asked, slowly pushing yourself up and rubbing your eyes like a child. “Why now?”

“___, please just listen to me,” he sighed, trying not to snap at you.

“Okay,” you nodded, sliding out of bed and going to help Wonshik.

With one suitcase packed messily, he deemed it enough until he got to where he needed to go. He wasn’t 100% sure where he was going, but he had a decent idea. He had connections, he would call somebody during the drive.

Wonshik rushed you out of the apartment building and into his car. He knew he couldn’t keep this one for long if they managed to track down which car he owned, but it would have to do for now. He drove off in the general direction he knew he should head before he called somebody on his phone.

You stared out the window, unsure of what Wonshik was talking about. You only could hear half of the conversation, anyway. But you noticed you started to feel...weird. You felt kind of dizzy, but that escalated into a massive headache. That quickly grew to you feeling like your skull was going to break in half, and you doubled over as your fists were placed firmly on either side of your head, your eyes squeezed shut. Wonshik paid you no mind, already knowing what was happening.

It wasn’t long until you finally passed out, and Wonshik knew he had to hurry and get you to a place you couldn’t escape. His contact said there was a safe house nearby that he could stay until he managed to forge documents and get plane tickets to New Zealand. He hoped he’d have a knew spell on you by then, but he’d have to be working very fast.

“She’s not here,” a cop reported to Hakyeon with a deep sigh. “He must’ve taken her.”

Hakyeon had no idea how Wonshik would’ve known, but it didn’t matter how anymore. All that mattered was finding you, but Wonshik was clearly more unpredictable than he thought. Finding you seemed impossible now, even if the voodoo magic did wear off.

“Do you have any information?” the cop asked when Hakyeon stayed silent.

He told the cops everything he knew about you and Wonshik. Of course, the cops weren’t really unfamiliar with Wonshik since he was considered an oddball. They were always keeping an eye on him when he was out and about, despite his quiet nature. It really was always the quiet ones...

“We’ll let you know if we find anything,” the cop nodded, closing his notepad.

“Wait!” Hakyeon placed a hand on the cop’s shoulder before he had the chance to leave. “...What will you do with the doll?”

“Evidence,” he replied. “If this really is...voodoo like you say, I’ll pray for the poor girl.”

That was all anyone could really do, anyway.

You woke up in a small, dim room. Your arms were tied behind you, and your legs were tied down to the legs of the chair you sat in. You blinked furiously, trying to see better, and you could see a man’s back to you across the room. It took a moment, but you finally registered the tattoos, and remembered everything that had happened.

Wonshik.

“Wha...” you didn’t realize that you still felt dazed until you tried to form words with your thoughts. “What did you...do to me?”

Wonshik turned at the sound of your voice, a mischievous smile on his face. He slowly approached you, placing a finger under your chin when he was close enough. He noticed you still looked groggy and pretty out of it, so keeping you under control for now would be no problem. Hell, he probably didn’t even need you tied up.

“Nothing too bad,” he shrugged, bending down to look at you from eye-level. “Don’t worry, love, you’ll be back to normal in no time.”

“N-normal?” you repeated, not understanding what that was supposed to mean. Did he mean that you’d be back to how you were before you were suddenly in love with him?

“Things are almost done for my newest spell,” he informed you proudly. “We’ll be happy again, ___.”

You tried to yank your head away, but you couldn’t do it fast enough. It looked more like you were trying to turn your head but couldn’t hold up the weight of it. He chuckled at you, shaking his head.

“I don’t....want you...” you said, wishing for your voice to be stronger.

“But you did before,” he shrugged, unfazed by your words, “and you will again.”

You felt your eyes fill with tears, but you couldn’t even cry.

“Shh,” he cooed, stroking your cheek with his thumb, “everything will be okay soon.”

Since it would take too long to stitch up a new doll, Wonshik did the fastest thing: a normal love spell. This would also be stronger, and he wouldn’t have to worry about someone breaking it. There was no guarantee it would work but it was his best shot for now.

He had already lit incense and made flower offerings for his respective deity. All he had to do now was pray. You were starting to come back to, but it was very slow. You didn’t know what Wonshik was saying as he knelt before his makeshift shrine, and you didn’t know what he was planning on doing with you. All you could do was wish that Hakyeon or your parents or anybody were here to save you.

Once he was done, Wonshik slowly approached you, his expression unreadable. He was nervous this wouldn’t work, but he had to believe in his God and in his powers.

This had to work.

You watched lazily as Wonshik knelt down in front of you, and mumbled some words you didn’t understand, and could barely hear. He cupped your cheeks, looking deep into your eyes like he was trying to hypnotize you.

At first, you tried to get away from his grip. You didn’t want him touching you, and you didn’t even want to look at him. Hell, you didn’t want him anywhere near you, but there wasn’t much you could do.

After a few moments, though, you started to relax. Wonshik’s skin against yours started to feel warm and comforting, and you found yourself leaning into his touch. His unreadable expression soon turned into a smile, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he was done.

You stared at him adoringly, and you couldn’t remember why you were mad at him before. You didn’t know why you were so disgusted with him that you wanted nothing more to get away, because in that moment, all you could look at was him; all you could think about was him.

You loved him.

Wonshik was pleased with himself, bringing his forehead to rest against yours, “Now, my love, you are mine forever.”

You nodded, “Forever.”

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God Save The King ||14||

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Thanks @vixxscifiwritings for helping me not die with Neo feels. You took one for the team.

Minah winced when iron met iron as Taekwoon sped across the ground, sword gripped tightly in hand. The nobles of the court watched in awe as Taekwoon nearly knocked Wonshik over with sheer strategy countering the latter’s brute force. Of all pre-wedding traditions, this one always made Minah uncomfortable – fighting for the hand of the bride.

They charged at each other as the audience watched in silence. The blades clashed as they assessed each other for weaknesses and strengths. Taekwoon shifted, bending low to thrust his sword towards Wonshik’s chest as the latter parried the blow with a flick of his sword. A cheer rose from the crowd as Wonshik’s elbow made contact with Taekwoon’s solar plexus sending the latter reeling back.

Taekwoon let out a huff of air, narrowing his eyes as Wonshik charged hoping to end this with a single blow. But Taekwoon wasn’t going to let it end so quickly. Wonshik faltered when he suddenly saw Taekwoon speed to the side, only to find his opponent’s blade pressed up against his side, threatening to nick the cloth under it.

She felt Sooyeon squeeze her hand as Jongin stood by her, her house coat of arms mounted on a pole gripped between his fingers. The green cloth fluttered in the breeze with the tiger pouncing out of a field of paddy emblazoned on it. His face hard as his eyes followed the sparring match. He flinched when Wonshik was knocked down to the ground and Taekwoon raised his sword pausing only when Minah tapped his shoulder, nodding. His eyes fixed themselves on her, sighing, before raising the banner into the air signalling the end of the match.

“You wanted this to be the least painful, didn’t you?” he whispered to Minah and she smiled.

“You know me very well Kim Jongin.” She said, before turning to lead the parade of people standing to greet Taekwoon, She was to meet him and hand the banner over to him, symbolic of his winning her hand.

Jongin looked at the back of her head as the crowd of similarly dressed women surrounded her forming a parade. He watched them all pull the heavy veils over their heads as he stood behind, banner still in hand. The second wedding tradition was for the victor to find his bride to be in the group of similarly dressed women.n.

Taekwoon panted, gaping at the large crowd of people approaching him and Wonshik. Minseok unstrapped his heavy armour as Joonmyeon relieved him of his sword. Wonshik smiled, leaning heavily on his sword as Taemin undid his armour. There were nearly fifty veiled women who stood before him. He had heard about this tradition from his father, but never had he expected himself to be looking for his betrothed in a crowd of women. They were all dressed colourfully, while Jongin stood tall behind them, Minah’s family’s banner in hand.

“If your heart is set on your betrothed, you will find her amidst these ladies.” Wonshik announced, urging Taekwoon to take a step forth.

Taekwoon’s eyes fixed themselves on the women before him. Some were too petite to be Minah. Stepping past them, his eyes trailed over the rest, ruling some out on posture. They stood with their heads hanging too low, possibly hand-maids, ladies in waiting - women trained to bow before a king. That wasn’t the Minah he had grown to become fond of. She always stood with her head high, always meeting his eyes.

His eyes landed on stiff grey cotton covering a woman clothed in brown. His eyes trailed over her, assessing as he stood before her. She stood with dignity, unmoving, as he walked around her before reaching over to lift the veil.

Minah looked up at him with a smile as jubilations rose from the crowd. Adjusting the veil on her head he whispered. “You probably should not let Edo puncture your gowns.” making her laugh as she accepted the banner from a stoic Jongin before raising it and holding it out to Taekwoon to receive.

Their fingers brushed, warm against each other.

“Thank you, my queen.”

“Sooyeon, where are we going?” Minah frowned as her cousin tugged at her wrist. They climbed up the winding stairs leading to a place that Minah had never really explored much. This was a part of Sooyeon’s wing and the directions she was taking was towards the play-room she had spent most of her childhood in.

“Patience my wonderful sister. While the King of the East is busy with the Sun Ceremony, I have something for you.”

“That is fair, but what is it that you are taking me to the east wing for?" Minah smiled, Sooyeon was terrible with keeping secrets about surprises. So she was fairly certain that Sooyeon would be showing her her wedding gifts. She watched as her cousin grasped at the door handle to the childhood playroom Sooyeon had spent hours in. Throwing it open, she grinned.

Minah stepped in, eyes wide as she looked at the three robes hanging from mannequins. The fabrics were fine, she could tell by the way they cascaded down like rivers, fluid in their movements. A white, silver, red, blue, gold all shone back at her in a symphony of colour and form.

“I had these made for you…” Sooyeon began as Minah reached over to squeeze her hand.

“I’m...so grateful for this. They are absolutely beautiful.”

Sooyeon stepped towards an ivory robe, lifting it off the mannequin and holding it out to Minah. Silver silk threads danced through the fine muslin. Deers prancing through deep woods, tigers creeping behind trees, silver streams joining deep roots. Minah was amazed by the work that had gone into the creation of this one robe. The neck hung deep, fastened together only by strings.

“This was made for the Moon Ceremony tonight.” Sooyeon announced, handing it over to Minah. The Moon Ceremony was for the queens - they were to bathe in moonlight to receive the blessings of the moon goddess. The king of the East was to partake in the Sun Ceremony, he was to bathe in daylight to receive the sun’s blessings. The king was the sun, the queen the moon, she was to reflect his light softly, bringing solace to the soul while she shone brightly, spreading energy across the kingdom.

“Sooyeon! You could have asked for something simpler, I must bathe in this! It will be ruined!” The thought of bathing in this robe and ruining it horrified Minah.

“Ah my lovely sister, it will not spoil, I have been told by the chief seamstress herself. At best you may risk some exposure. But it will only be in the presence of the priests’ wife and you lady in waiting.” Sooyeon tried not to laugh at the blush that crossed Minah’s cheeks “You are expected to wear white for the Moon Ceremony. Now hurry and try it! I had the storage room cleared out for you to do so since you despise being dressed by another person.” She added, thrusting the robe into Minah’s hands before directing her into the little room.

Minah hesitantly picked up the robe “thank you for your consideration, Sooyeonie.” she sighed before hurrying into the little storage room. The only source of light in the room was through the window carved into the stone wall. Curious, she took a step forward wondering whether she could see the sea from this window.

She froze when she saw Taekwoon rising from the fountain in the middle of her hibiscus garden. His golden robe clung to his skin as he faced the sun. The priest seemed to instruct him to do something and he reached to undo the robe and it slid off his back, revealing pale skin, a puckered scar over muscles that stretched with the movement, a little birthmark right in the middle of his back...

Minah gasped and turned away, cheeks burning as she fumbled with the robes biting down on her lip.

“Minnie? Everything alright? Does it not fit?” Sooyeon’s voice called from the other side of the door. Minah froze, shaking her head. She could not get distracted in this manner.

“Ah, not at all! I’m just tying the strings!” she replied, hastily throwing the robe over herself before dashing out of the door. Sooyeon stood there with her arms crossed, looking less than impressed.

“You are to wear the robe on it’s own, not on top of your gown you silly goose! How else would we know if it fits!” she giggled, nudging her reluctant cousin to go back into the storage room. Shutting the door behind her, Minah steered clear of the window as she undid the robe and divested herself of her gown. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath and the image of the King of the East standing in the large fountain with droplets of water dripping off the dark strands of his hair floated before her eyes.

She sighed, slipping the robe on, marvelling how light the cloth felt on her skin.

Taekwoon had heard of Cha Hakyeon’s arrival. His letter lay in the depths of Taekwoon’s desk and had been pored over multiple times. Taekwoon couldn’t make head or tail of it and he was going to make it a point to converse with the King of the West about it. He fixed the sleeves of his coat before taking a deep breath. Tonight Wonshik was hosting a dinner for all the guests who had arrived which included Hakyeon. Reaching for the wine that Joonmyeon had set out for him, he took a sip of it before settling back in his seat.

Tongues that speak poison Are cured by casting out weeds

Taekwoon wondered why the poem took such a dark turn. He took another sip of the wine and turned when Minseok entered the room with a knock.

“They’re awaiting your arrival. Lady Minah will only enter after you do.”

Standing up, he frowned before following Minseok through the labyrinth of the castle. Joonmyeon joined him taking quick steps to match up his pace. The ballroom was located in the south wing of the palace facing the ocean with it’s large windows open to let in the sea breeze. The crystal chandeliers glowed as they lit up the room and Taekwoon’s entry was announced as he took a step onto the carpeted floor to be greeted with bows from several unfamiliar faces and some very familiar.

His eyes shifted around the large room as he exchanged greetings with those he knew. Jaebom had come in from the central kingdom, he noted. Apparently this wedding was not worth the time of the royals. He frowned. It was unfortunate, he really wished his aunt could have come down for his wedding.

“Ah, King Taekwoon,” he heard, freezing when he heard Hakyeon’s voice, warm as it approached him. He turned to face the King of the West.

“King Hakyeon” Taekwoon greeted, bowing his head in acknowledgement.

True to what he had heard of the king, Hakyeon was dressed in ornate robes. His very appearance was regal, made exotic by the kohl lining his eyes that accentuated the brown. His presence turned heads, demanding and retaining attention in a way only royals could.

Hakyeon extended his arm in greeting. Eyes fixing themselves on Taekwoon's as the latter grasped his hand in response.

“Congratulations to you on the union” Hakyeon said, inviting him to take a turn off the ballroom. The two picked up wine goblets from a server's tray and walked as they talked. “And on the successful negotiation of a peace treaty. Whispers from the wind tell me that it wasn't easily obtained.” Hakyeon's fingers fixed themselves on Taekwoon's wrist, pressing down hard enough to bruise.

“You know how diplomatic negotiations are. I've heard you have entered into one with the Inner Kingdom” Taekwoon replied smoothly. Matters of the treaty and Sooyeon's involvement still caused him to feel ashamed. He wouldn't entertain discussions to that effect. He attempted to detach himself from Hakyeon's vice like grip and searching eyes.

“Indeed” Hakyeon said, humming to himself. “It's a lovely night, is it not? I find the sea breeze delightful.”

“The weather is a welcome change from the mountains of the Eastern Kingdom” Taekwoon said, sipping on his wine. Hakyeon nodded before turning to him and dropping his hand.

“I believe they intend to announce the arrival of your fiancee” Hakyeon said, looking at the entrance to the ballroom and noting the fussy servants and ladies in waiting moving about.

Taekwoon's turned in the direction which Hakyeon's was indicating as Minah's name was announced. Clothed in navy blue silks that cascaded down to the floor, she was accompanied in by Taemin and Jongin who led her into the room. She bowed in greeting to the room, her eyes fixed on the ground before slowly lifting up to meet Taekwoon's before quickly dropping again, her cheeks turning red.

Wonshik walked over to her and grasped at her hand and led her towards the seating area. Taekwoon turned towards where Hakyeon was standing beside him but found the King of the West missing.

“It appears that the King of the West is rather fond of the Lady.” Joonmyeon whispered, making Taekwoon whirl back towards Minah who was now standing to greet Cha Hakyeon with a wide smile. There is a sparkle in her eyes that Taekwoon had never seen before. She chattered animatedly with the king of the West as he looked at her fondly. Taekwoon pursed his lips when Hakyeon snapped his fingers and a staff member hurried forth with a large heavy box in hand. He unlocked the box and revealing a heavy necklace placed it. The stones glinted green in the light of the chandeliers. Emeralds, Taekwoon could discern as he took a step forward towards the two.

“Precious, this is a special wedding gift,” Hakyeon's said as Minah gaped at the necklace “you may wear it right away.” He chuckled, as Minah reached for the piece of jewelry and placed it around her neck. Taekwoon watched as Hakyeon's reached to press his palm atop her head as a blessing before leaning to whisper into her ear so quickly that only a trained eye could notice it. Minah's expression changed from elation, to serious understanding. She nodded to him as he smiled at her fondly.

“Ah, your king appears to be awaiting you, don't keep him!” Hakyeon's demeanor suddenly switched as he stepped away from Minah and indicated to Taekwoon. Minah's eyes met his for a second before dropping it the ground as another heavy blush crept up her cheeks.

“Nothing to be shy of, good lady,” Hakyeon seemed thoroughly amused “if the king of the east would be kind enough to join us?” He shifted his smile to Taekwoon who blinked before hurrying to the two.

“I really should congratulate both of you on this union,” he said cordially “but I will not keep you two from each other! Congratulations.” he bowed as the two bowed back, Minah more deeply than Taekwoon. Taekwoon’s eyes followed Hakyeon as he took his leave to walk towards Wonshik, who greeted him with a warm smile. His gaze fixed itself on Minah, who was also looking at the interaction, seeming satisfied.

“Are you familiar with the King of the West?” he asked, making her start as she turned to look at him. “We have made each other’s acquaintance before when he was travelling through the Southern kingdom from the Central Empire.” she whispered, eyes not meeting his and a heat spreading up her cheeks. Taekwoon nodded in some understanding.

“May I ask you something else?” he whispered back and she looked up at him before biting her lip and nodding “did Sooyeon say something about me that is making you blush so much?” he grinned, amused when her eyes widened and she shook her head.

“No, no, nothing of the sort,” she mumbled “not at all, I’m just...shy in large audiences.”

“Well, you’ll need to get used to the attention, my good lady,” he replied good-naturedly “you are to be my queen tomorrow.”

“I hope I will, I wish to be a good Queen” she sighed, blushing when his hand brushed against hers.

“I know you will.” Taekwoon said, directing her towards the seats when the performance by the orchestra was announced. He watched as she took her seat beside Wonshik and Sooyeon, soon to be joined by Jongin. She across at him and sent him a soft smile. Taekwoon was very convinced with his reply.

Kim Minah would be his wife, and the Queen of the East tomorrow.

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vixxscifiwritings · 5 years

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all fall down (1/?)

Summary - Eons ago, Wonshik had promised the gods that he would make hell rise and stars fall.

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-all parts coming soon-

Chapter 1 - all demons were angels once

The night grew older. The clouds moved, covering the moon and uncovering it in an erratic rhythm. The silver night filtered through the fir trees that lined the boundary of the graveyard, outside the stone wall. The wall stood ten metres high but was dwarfed by the height of the centuries old trees. The branches rustled under the wind and the crickets buzzed.

“It’s not too late. We can still turn back” one man begged another, tugging on the second’s sleeves in an attempt to pull him back.

“You fool!” the second spat, pulling his arm free. “When else would we get a chance like this again?”

“You are a greater fool for not heeding the priest’s warnings!” the first man cried. “The graveyard is cursed. Cursed, I tell you!”

“Bah! Tall tales. The rich made those up to protect their graves. Use your head boy!”

“Even the rich avoid this graveyard. No one stays near it and no one has been buried in it for centuries. I am begging you, please. We will find another way to save your sister. There is nothing to be gained from going in. No one who ever went in, returned alive” the younger of the two insisted.

“Because they stole the money for themselves and didn’t wish to share. I will not be the same” the first said. The conviction in his voice could rival the religious fanaticism of the priest’s followers and the second saw that reasoning was a lost cause.

“I cannot follow you down this path” he said, growing silent. The first was a mad man. Mad!

The temple bells rang in the distance. The first turned south to see the hazy glow of the lights in the village. The sacrifices to the Moon Goddess had begun. Perhaps if they hadn’t come so far out they would have heard the chanting too.

“Return to the festival if you must” the first said. “But don’t come grovelling to me when I am rich and powerful.”

“I shall pray to the Goddess that you return alive” the second said before retreating. The first glared at his back as he walked down the road and finally broke into a run. The second gong sounded, disturbing the quiet that had begun to settle in like light from the windows displacing the dust on the floor.

He was wasting precious time.

One of the trees looked denser than the rest, he noted. The branches grew on the lower bark and if he stretched enough, he could hoist himself onto the lowest branch and then climb up high enough to jump the wall.

His hand went up to the amulet resting around his neck subconsciously. It better work, he thought angrily. He had paid more than what was needed for a flimsy pendant on a thread.

He hoisted himself up onto the branch. It had been easier than thought. The movement disturbed the birds resting on nests in the lower branches. There was raucous crowing and squawking as they flew from the tree, disturbed by the intrusion.

The third gong sounded as the man reached a height enough to see the end of the wall. Spikes, he noted as he saw the glittering metal on top of stone. Was it silver? Bloody rich bastards, he spat, hoisting himself up on the tree to get a look beyond the wall.

It was dark but the wind grew stronger. It was never this stormy on the night of the ritual sacrifices. The priests had warned that omens foretold a great evil would descend on them soon. That was why the townsfolk had agreed to a grand sacrifice. An effort to appease the Goddess and call on her for protection.

What was the point of this protection when innocent people like his sister were dropping dead due to the plague that had gripped the kingdom?

No, she wouldn’t die. Upon his soul, she would live to see many sunrises.

He looked to the dome of the Temple, visible in the distance. It glowed golden, lit up for the sacrifice.

The clouds shifted and moonlight illuminated the ground. The area beyond the wall was still dark but he could make out flowering bushes lining the other side. The bushes would cushion his fall. He unwrapped the rope he had tied around his waist and tied it to one of the spikes. It was shorter than he liked, but it would do if he had the bushes to jump on.

He stood on top of the wall, rope secured and peering into the darkness that waited to swallow him. Perhaps he was mad but desperate times called for desperate measures. The fourth gong sounded. It was now or never.

He jumped, using his legs to push against the wall periodically and rappelled down. The rope tightened and his fall stopped as he was still five metres above the ground. He could risk a jump, the man decided, his ropes cutting painfully into his back from the force of his own weight. He tugged on the rope and the loose knot securing it around the spike loosened. A few more tugs and it gave way entirely, letting him go into free fall.

He grunted as he landed in the bushes. There were scratches from stray thorns but it didn’t feel like he had broken any limbs. A good thing, he supposed for now that he had gotten in, he also needed to get out and reach the village by sunrise. He pulled himself out of the bushes, the fabric of his clothing ripping when he tugged too hard against the bush. He stumbled but stopped himself from falling on the ground, closing his eyes and bracing himself in case of impact anyways.

“May the Goddess have mercy” he gasped, when his eyes opened and he saw nothing. There was a strong haze where there had been bushes earlier and that prevented any light from reaching the ground. The moonlight was also missing, rendering him blind. He stretched his hand out but felt nothing apart from the chill in the breeze.

It wasn’t a point to worry about. The wind would clear the haze eventually. Fogs always cleared within hours of accumulating in the large commons around the city. The graveyard would be the same. The wall meant nothing.

Something cold tickled his hand and he snapped from his reverie. He pulled his dagger out, his free hand on the amulet around his neck. He would be safe. He didn’t have to worry about anything as long as he had this pendant. And he had business to get on with. No time for whims and fancies of hearsay and old wives tales.

He chose a direction and started walking. There was no sound in the graveyard. The hue and cry of the festival had been muffled by the black haze. It amplified the sound of his heartbeat and that was unsettling. He thought he heard something to his left and his footsteps sped up in the other direction. He broke into a cold sweat and realized he had started to run. To where? He did not know.

He tripped and came face to face with cold granite. He cried in pain as the edge had cut into his right thigh. He pushed himself up, crawling on the floor and hauling his body onto the granite surface. Whatever had been in the haze was no longer around, if he went by the eerie silence that had returned.

As he crawled forward and try to lay down, his head touched a large block of stone. More granite? No, it felt much smoother. Green marble. Or was it jade? He laughed in agony, black flecks swimming in his field of vision. Those bloody rich bastards did have valuables hidden up here after all.

He propped himself against the stone and once his leg stopped throbbing, he got up. His vision cleared up and so did the haze, to reveal a large statue. The stone had formed part of the foundation for the statue of a large angel. A beautiful woman whose hand extended down as if calling the onlooker to hold it and the other pointed the opposite way.

The man hesitated, trying to catch a glimpse of the direction she had been pointing in. His eyes tricked him as the reflections in the distance danced the way stars would twinkle on clear nights. Water? Perhaps a pool or a fountain?

Closer inspection revealed that there was a lot of water spread about. It was a shallow pool set in the floor. In the distance there was a set of stones. It looked like a walkway across the pool.

The man looked around. It seemed like the walkway was his best bet to proceed. The statue was too heavy to steal, but an ornately decorated grave would perhaps be easier to chip gems off. If the statue and the dark marble were anything to go by, the grave would be decorated with gemstones too.

This display of opulence was filthy, the man said out loud with disgust as he passed a column of statues set every fifteen paces in the pool. The rich even died comfortably as the poor starved to death on the streets.

The walkway gave way to steps that went up and he walked. How long had he been walking? Had all the seven gongs rung? Why wasn’t this haze clearing up?

The steps stopped and gave way to a flat platform. The man walked on. He felt a shiver as he stepped on it as if someone had just dunked him into a cold pool on a winter morning. The haze cleared up immediately and his eyes lit up.

In front of him lay a structure resembling a closed casket. It was carved purely out of one large dark marble stone and surrounded by stone statues of cherubic angel spirits, each wing engraved with a glittering gemstone of different colour.

The man rushed forward. The gemstones glittered in the moonlight and he didn’t know their names but he knew that the town pawn shop would pay handsomely for them. He chipped at the stone wings but the gemstone didn’t budge. He wedged his dagger into the edge of the carving and kicked the handle, causing the stone to fall loose.

In the distance, a raven crowed. He didn’t care for the foolish bird. If the rest of the gemstones were as easy to remove as this one had been, he would be a very rich man indeed. He looked around, trying to decide which stone to target next when he noticed a flower on top of the casket.

A single rose. It looked fresh. So someone had visited the grave recently, he thought taking the rose in his hands. He had been right all along. A grave like this with no attendants around. It seemed natural that the rumours had only been created to keep other people out while minimizing the need for guards.

He tossed the rose aside and decided to carve out the stone from the angel that rested at what looked like the head of the stone casket. He put one knee on top of the casket and pulled himself up so that he could sit on it while he carved the gem out. This was red in colour unlike the blue one he had just removed.

Funny, he thought since he could have sworn a minute ago that all of them had looked blue. Perhaps he had been mistaken in the darkness. This one was crimson. The colour of blood. The pawn shop would pay handsomely indeed. Nay, he would take it to the jewellers or bait some rich lord into paying him more. His sister would live a life of comfort once she recovered.

The earth below him rumbled. Caught unaware, he fell down, crashing into one of the cherub statues. His should cracked and he knew instantly that it had either been dislocated or broken. His dagger fell out of his hand as the earth shook again.

He clutched the gemstone close to the amulet and his chest and began to chant. The earth rumbled for a third time and there was a blinding light. The man yelled when he felt something solid and heavy hit him, crushing his lower body in an instant. He sobbed and wailed, trying to move but there was no use as the solid body crushed him and held him in place, slowly snuffing the life out of his legs.

When the light dimmed, he saw the black granite of the casket and cried. The top half had been upended and he feared the force that had done it. He chanted the verses the Temple had taught him as a child but he could tell it was of no use as a dark figure loomed, getting closer by the heartbeat.

The blood rushed to his head and he watched mutely as it took shape. A man. Large silver wings. They flapped as he bent down and picked something up. The rose. The figure turned and the man yelled again. Its eyes gleamed golden and his long silvered hair gave him the appearance of an angel, similar to the large columnar ones all around the casket.

All demons had been angels before they had been banished by the gods for their wrong doings.

The man cried, begging for mercy and salvation of his soul. It didn’t take a genius to put together what he had done. His greed had led him to his death. And his death stood over him, examining his face with his foot tilting his chin up.

He sent a prayer to the heavens for his sister. The demon smiled before putting his foot on his chest and crushing the gem, the amulet and his heart in one fell swoop.

-End-

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hakyeonsmelanin · 5 years

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Prisoner (Ravi x reader)

Hades au and Persephone au!

The god of the underworld took you as his prisoner. Little did he know your heart belonged to another.

warning: character death, sex, a little bit of gore, Ravi being a fucking creep and obsession?? Enjoy anyways x

Sorry y’all I can’t help bringing Hakyeon in 💀 he’s my bias and he owns my ASS sksksksk

He was so tender, so gentle at times that you almost forgot where you were and who he was. Soft sweet nothings were often whispered into your ears, kind caresses consoled you in your times of sadness.

“What troubles you so, little one?”

“I want to go home, Wonshik.” You pleaded tearfully, clinging onto the silk of his shirt. His long fingers threaded themselves into your hair.

“You are home, my love.” He answered simply.

“No, I am not. I am mortal, I am not meant to dwell in a place as dark as this. You know this best above all yet you still keep me here! Im begging you, I wish to go back to my real-“ he cut you off, his voice booming through the air.

“SILENCE! Your home is with me. I decide where you dwell, where you go and what you do! Tell me? Are you not provided for here? Do I not give you, my Queen, the finest of everything?”

“Yes, you do.” You looked to floor, scared to endure his wrath. The last time you had pressed too hard, it hadn’t ended well, it took weeks for your bruises to heal.

“ I do not want to hear of this again. You would do well to remember that.” Hades released you from his grip and walked out of the throne room.

What could the God of death know about a mortal’s sadness?

What could the God of death know about love ?

You were the most divine thing he had ever seen. Your smile was radiant, your eyes were beaming and your nature was like that of a child. Always laughing, always happy...were you unaware of the darkness in the world? The corruption, the pain, the death...were they foreign concepts to you?

He had seen you by mistake. A tear in the veil between the worlds had caused him to gaze upon the mortal realm and of all things, he came across you. Once he first looked at you, Wonshik found he could not stop.

There you sat in a meadow, nonchalantly braiding flowers into your hair, creating a crown of the sorts. An assortment of petals; vivid reds and azure blues ; soft pinks and purples were knotted sweetly into your locks.

If it was a crown you wanted, Wonshik would give you one.

If you wanted to be a queen, Wonshik would make you his.

“I love you, little one.” He poured some wine into the golden goblet in front of you before placing a kiss on your head and sitting in his own chair, a dark and intricately crafted thing. You would expect nothing less for the God of death.

Despite not needing to eat himself, Hades arranged for you to have dinner every evening. It was something that gave you peace of mind and allowed you to feel closer to home. Maybe if you did normal things, you could feel more normal. But nothing about this was normal. Nothing about this was right.

One who breathes has no place in the land of the dead.

“I love you too, Hades.” You lied before taking a sip of the wine. It was delicious as always, and left a sweet aftertaste on your palette.

“I have told you many times, beloved, address me as Wonshik.” He seemed to be in a good mood today.

You sat in silence after that, with you digging into your food and Wonshik watching you lovingly.

“Tell me of your life before you came here. I want to know all there is about you.” This caught you off guard. He was normally so uptight about you mentioning the life he stole from you on the mortal realm. It had been two years since he brought you here and not once did he allow you to speak of such matters, they were almost considered taboo. But looking up at him, his expression was earnest. He was serious.

“ I...come from a poor family. My father works at the markets, he sells cheap cloth and linen. My mother sews. My brother is younger than I and I was very close to him.” Wonshik smiled at that, making a hand gesture as if to say ‘continue’.

“...my fondest memory of him and I was at the age of eleven. He was nine. We both went to the markets with my father and tried to help him sell his merchandise, competing with each other to see who could make the most sales. He won, of course, being smaller and cuter although I made my fair share of sales too. In order to get my revenge, I tied his feet up when he fell asleep that night and left him. He didn’t notice until he had to get up in the morning and fell down, falling straight onto his face. It took him a whole year for his tooth to grow back.” You laughed at the giant, gaping hole where one of your brother’s front teeth should have been. He didn’t take it too seriously, he just pranked you back.

That was something you loved about your brother, his unwavering cheekiness.

“My love, I hadn’t known you were so mischievous. What was your brother’s name?” Wonshik chuckled at your antics.

“Sanghyuk. He’s not my brother by blood, my father found him as a baby, crying outside of a brothel. But he was still very dear to me.” You missed him more and more every day.

“Mmm, did you have anyone else who was dear to you?”

Before you could stop yourself, the name fell from your mouth. You had gotten too caught up in remiscising but the memories you had with the boy who had dark eyes and golden skin were so precious to you, you couldn’t help but say his name.

“Hakyeon.” Oh no, what had you done.

Wonshik, observant as always, realised the slight widening of your eyes, the small gasp from your lips.

“Hakyeon. Who is this hakyeon?” He leaned forward, all the softness in his expression gone now.

“...Just a boy that I used to play with as a child.” He was so much more. Hakyeon, although a mortal, had something Wonshik could never have. He had your heart. Once upon a time, he was your betrothed and you dreamed of a future with him.

Then Hades stole you away.

“Just a boy?”

You gulped your food down, trying to keep your voice as steady as possible. If he got to Hakyeon, you would never forgive yourself.

“Yes, Wonshik.”

No more was said about the matter.

No more was said that night.

The clothes you wore now were fit for a queen-no, a goddess. In your own realm, you wore simple dresses made of cotton and sandals created from weak leather. In the underworld, you wore the finest crushed velvets ranging from shades of deep maroon, hazy greens and blues and sometimes, jet black. Your hair was always in an intricate up-do as requested by Hades, who loved to see as much of your face as possible.

Putting on the clothes, no matter how beautiful, felt like a lie.

Taking them off, felt much worse.

“Come closer to me, little one.” Hades gestured with his index finger to the bed he sat on and you followed hesitantly, coming to a halt in front of him.

You were now in nothing but your undergarments, shivering lightly at the cold. Your captor placed his hands on your waist and began placing soft kisses on your stomach.

“I had never felt love before I met you,” His kisses moved upwards, from your navel onto your breasts and chest. He removed the lace confining your breasts and sucked lightly, eliciting a groan from you. His digits on the other hand moved to your nether regions, slipping over your clothed heat.

“I had not felt anything before I met you, do you know that, love?” His lips moved to your ears now, whispering gently.

“N-no.”

“Well, now do you know. You are my most prized possession, my shining jewel. I am lucky to have you as my wife.”

Hades lay you on the bed now, climbing on top of you. How you hated yourself for enjoying this so much. He was evil, he took you from everything you knew based on the delusion that he loved you and still, you yearned for him at times like this. What would Hakyeon think? Would he be disgusted at you? You wished it could Hakyeon ontop of you instead, the way it should have been.

You closed your eyes in an attempt to banish all thoughts of your childhood love. Luckily, Hades helped you with that through the quickening pace of his fingers.

“Tell me you love me, Y/N. Say it like you mean it, this time.”

He removed his fingers, positioning his member at your enterance.

“Say it.”

“I...”

“Say it.”

You moaned when he entered you slightly, only to remove himself. Didn’t he want you right now? How was he stopping himself from losing all control? He ground his hips up against yours and you gave in, the more wanton side of you taking over.

“I-I love you, Wonshik. I love you so much.”

He kissed your lips and entered you roughly, causing you to yelp into his mouth.

You hated him for controlling you like this.

But you hated yourself more for enjoying it.

“Y/N?” No. No. No. It couldn’t be him. Your senses had to be decieving you.

“Hakyeon?” He knelt on the floor as Hades stood over him. His skin was bloody, eyes glazed with tears and lips quivering. This had to be a nightmare.

“W-Wonshik, what is the meaning of this?” You stood up from your throne and moved closer to the two. The God grabbed Hakyeon from the collar of his flimsy shirt and dragged him backwards before flinging him onto the ground completely.

“You love this man.”

Your eyes snapped up to Hades in shock. His expression was viscious, his chest puffed out as though he was a wild beast but the look in his eyes told you he was hurt, he felt wronged. Now you would pay the price for it. Hakyeon would.

“No! No, I don’t! I told you I played with him as a child but that was a long time ago! I never loved him!” Your chest was pounding and the sides of your head were stinging. This couldn’t be real.

Hakyeon sobbed on the ground. His shoulders shook and his breath was heavy. How you wished to embrace him, tell him it would all be okay.

“Little one, do not take me for a fool. I saw the look on your face when you spoke his name. You care him, deeply so. You love him. But that is not acceptable, when you are wed to me.” He walked to you and gripped your hair tightly.

“Ah! I- I swear to you, Wonshik, I love you! I have no feelings for this boy! I have not seen in him years! It’s you, my love, it’s always been you! You are the one who owns my heart, my soul and my body!” Your exclaimed, tears falling from your eyes.

Wonshik’s eyes widened at that and his grip on your scalp wavered. His voice was a deep whisper when he spoke to you next.

“In the two years, you have been here...not once have you told me that you love me without myself having to say it first. Not once have you ever called me any term of endearment. Now...now, I know you love this man.” He released you and walked over to Hakyeon, whos eyes were stuck on your hysterical form.

You chased after him, grabbing at his back but it made no difference.

“Please! Wonshik, it doesn’t matter how I feel for him when I only have you! You’re the only one in my life! He hasn’t intruded once! We can forget him! We can carry on and live our lives together, our eternity! He doesn’t matter, j-j-just return him to his realm! You and I live here peacefully, there’s no reason for him to even be here!”

He picked up Hakyeon, as he weighed nothing and didn’t even acknowledge you. Hakyeon’s eyes widened as he looked at you, opening his mouth to speak.

“You are the one who has ruined my marriage. The scum who has taken my wife from me.” Hades growled into his ear before raising his arm and pushing him further up. Hakyeon was dangling in the air now, eyes filled with pure terror as he struggled. He looked at you lovingly, knowing you would be the last sight he would ever see. He could’ve spent his whole life looking at you.

Hakyeon often dreamed of finding you again, after your disappearance.

Not like this, though.

“Y/N! Look awa-“ he never finished his sentence. Hades wrapped his fingers across his neck and you ran forward but it was too late. You heard a gruesome crack.

Blood seeped from his mouth, his eyes were cloudy.

You screamed.

His body fell limp on the ground and you scrambled towards it, nuzzling your chest into his chest. Wonshik was silent. You cried and cried and cried into the body of your love, feeling the warmth leave it with every touch. His hair fell over his eyes just as cutely as it did in your childhood and you moved it to the side to pepper kisses on his forehead, cheeks and eventually his lips.

He was gone.

Gone.

It was all that monster’s fault.

Looking back at Wonshik, you saw him standing with a blank expression although you knew he was hurt at what he just witnessed. Your true feelings, your love for a mere mortal when Hades himself, a powerful God meant nothing to you.

“You...you...devil! You fucking monster! Look at what you have done! Everywhere you go, everything you do causes such pain! If you thought this would bring us closer, you are mistaken...because I will never, ever even come close to loving you. You miserable, jealous, pathetic excuse for a creature there is nothing I would love more than to see your demise.” You seethed, the anger you hid for two years finally erupting. Your voice was a hoarse, ragged and vengeful sound. It was aged and seeped with hatred. You couldn’t recognise it.

“Because you’re right! I don’t love you, I never have and I never will. You REPULSE me!” You roared at Wonshik whilst cradling Hakyeon, hoping somehow that he would just come back to you.

Wonshik’s eyes were glossy now. A river of tears fell onto his cheeks but he said nothing and left the throne room, leaving you alone once more.

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