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{7} - Morning Mist - Yandere!Dragon!Ateez X Chubby!Reader

Yandere AU & Dragon AU

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst

Pairing: Ateez X Reader (Focus on Jongho, Hongjoong, & Yunho)

Words: 5,311

Warnings: Hinted at trauma, ptsd, and mention of scaring. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: Next chapter is here!! Yay!! There are some more hints in this one about plot relevant things and characters still to come, so I hope you all enjoy! Next chapter is going to be fun I think, but we’ll see how it goes. As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy~

Also, gentle reminder that I do not do tag lists.

Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four - Chapter Five - Chapter Six - Mini Masterlist

“Did I hurt anybody?” The first words you speak in two days taste bitter on your tongue.

“No.” Taeyong shakes his head. “Not this time.”

A tremendous sigh of relief escapes your lips, shoulders slumping as your hands pick at your knitted blanket draped over your legs. You haven’t had an incident like this in a while, but the last one that happened was not pretty.

“At least this time, you weren’t out for a week,” Renjun adds, sitting down lightly on the edge of your bed.

You don’t mean to, but your whole body tenses as soon as he does.

His expression falls.

“Sorry,” you mutter, forcing yourself to relax for the moment.

“It’s not your fault,” Renjun sighs, reaching over lightly and patting your leg beneath the blanket. “That bastard did this to you, and if I ever see him again, he will pay for what he did.”

A growl of agreement escapes Taeyong’s lips as he crosses his arms over his chest. “He’s lucky we don’t hop across the fjord right now to go hunt him down.”

“It’s already been taken care of,” your voice comes out small, memories flashing through your mind of full cheeks stuffed with food stretching into a loving smile, and wide, brown eyes. You squeeze your own shut, banishing those memories to the darkest recesses of your consciousness. “I thought it would be better by now. I thought-“

You inhale sharply, tears gathering in the corners of your vision.

“Hey, hey,” Renjun reaches out to you, grasping your hand gently in his own as he comforts you in any and every way that he can. “It’ll all be okay. What happened to you would affect anyone badly. You cannot expect to heal trauma overnight.”

“It’s been forty-nine years,” you reply, staring down at your hand in Renjun’s own.

“Since he added on to that trauma,” Taeyong’s lips pull over his teeth in a scowl. “He knew exactly what to do to hurt you the most, and I will never forgive him for it.”

“I trusted him,” you squeeze your eyes shut, heart twisting painfully in your chest. “I love-“ you catch yourself, “I loved him.”

“He betrayed you.”

You look over at Renjun, the first of your tears spilling over onto your cheeks. “I know.”

A small silence settles over the three of you. Taeyong leans with his arms crossed against your one wall, Renjun continuing to gently brush his thumb over the back of your hand.

“What happened after-“ you swallow thickly, wiping at your eyes with the back of your free hand, “what happened after I blacked out?”

“Well, it took Renjun, Kun, and I almost an hour to calm you down before Sungchan could put you to sleep,” Taeyong recounts.

“Loverboy was in tears.” Renjun hums.

That’s when you realize, the six Halas had been there the whole time to watch you break down. “Oh no.”

“They were all surprisingly calm and understanding, for the most part,” Renjun continues. “The shirtless one wouldn’t stop trembling and looking at his hands.”

“I think if their youngest could have ripped Kun’s head off, he would have.” Taeyong sighs, looking down at the floor with a slight frown pulling at his features. “Even after Kun left to take your cubs home, the youngest Hala refused to leave.”

“It took three of his brothers to restrain him by the time they left,” Renjun recalls. “He’s returned every day since then to check up on you, only leaving when Hongjoong comes to drag his ass back to their home.”

“Ten and Taeil refuse to begin training those other two until you’ve returned to consciousness.” Taeyong adds. “Though, we’ve sensed them outside with the youngest of their clan a few times.”

“Have you not spoken to them since the incident?” Your brow furrows, shifting slightly to stand from your bed.

“Briefly, but it’s mainly just their youngest demanding to see you, and wanting make sure you’re alright,” Renjun shifts slightly, giving you enough room to move.

“His name is Jongho.” You reply as you stand back to your feet.

The two males share a brief look.

“We’ve been a bit cautious of interacting with the Halas since this whole incident happened.” Taeyong informs you. “Who knows if they went back home to immediately let that eldest of theirs know a potential weakness of yours. Not to mention that hot headed brother of theirs. They could use it against you in an instant.”

“I know,” you sigh, a bit exasperatedly. You rub your eyes. “I’ll just have to be extra careful now.”

“Johnny offered to come stay with you,” Taeyong meets your gaze, a knowing quirk to the corner of his lips.

“Johnny would live with me if he could.” You manage to crack a small smile.

“He’s not the only one,” Renjun chuckles. “Each of your cubs would, too. In a heartbeat.”

“Let’s not forget Yuta, Jaehyun, or Jungwoo.” Taeyong adds. “Doyoung’s too proud to admit it, but he’d come, too. And Ten, hands down.”

“You’d all live with me if you could,” you grin, even if it’s a little strained at first. “You still try to convince me to live with all of you half the time.”

“Guilty,” Taeyong shrugs, heading towards your bedroom door. “I’ll go make you something to eat while you get cleaned up.”

Without waiting for an answer, he leaves your room.

“We’ll be in the kitchen.” Renjun pushes himself up from your bed, walking quietly over to the door. He spares a final look at you from over his shoulder. “If you need anything, just yell.”

You nod, hearing your door click shut in the next moment.

Slowly, you trudge you way over to your adjacent bathroom. Light filters in through the windows near the top of the room, casting a warm glow around the area.

The mirror over your sink rests, almost ominously, your reflection staring at you as clear as day. Tiredly, you stare back.

Slowly, your strip yourself of clothing, eyes scanning over every free inch of skin presented to you. Eyes which fill with sorrow as you turn your back to your reflection in the next moment. A back littered with deep, intricate scars that never, and will never, heal.

Filling the washing basin with water, you expel a bit of energy to heat it before sliding into the tub. You cannot help but stare blankly at the wall in front of you as you sit there, mind empty as you attempt to clear your thoughts.

It has been a while since you’ve last experienced an outburst like that with someone touching your back. You know it was an accident, but the reminder of what happened every time someone so much as brushes a finger against your skin consumes you. Every. Single. Time.

You trusted him once to never hurt you. Yet, if someone who had claimed to love you could so easily go back on their word, and can do something as horrible as that, there’s no telling what someone who doesn’t could do.

You sigh, feeling the water beginning to get colder and colder the more time passes. Opting to stand, you’re quick to exit the tub and dry yourself off. A few minutes later, and you have on a fresh pair of clothes, finally exiting your room for the day.

Entering your kitchen, you see Taeyong place a bowl full of your favourite food onto the counter, Renjun sitting on one of your stools. The backdoor rests open, and at the presence you can sense lingering just outside, you understand why.

The moment Jongho sees you through the entranceway, a tremendous sense of relief floods his body. His shoulders relax, a sigh escaping him as he steps as close as he can to the threshold without entering your house.

A soft call of your name falls from his lips, drawing your attention to him for the moment.

“Are you alright?” There is nothing but worry reflected on his features, audible in the way he keeps his voice soft, too.

You smile tightly. “I will be fine.”

“What-“ he takes a step forward, and even though the barrier does not prevent him from entering your house for the moment, he stops himself. Jongho clears his throat. “What happened?”

“You shouldn’t concern yourself with matters that are not your own.” Renjun replies, somewhat gruffly as he keeps his back towards the younger male.

You place a hand on top of one of Renjun’s shoulders, noticing how Jongho’s gaze briefly darts to that simple touch. “I’ll be alright, Jongho. That’s all you need to know for now.”

You can tell that he wants to ask for more, to press you for every and any details you’re willing to divulge. However, at one stern look from you, he smartly remains quiet.

“Is there a reason you’re standing outside?” You sit beside Renjun, angling yourself at the end of the counter so you can face all of them.

“We invited him in, but he said he’d rather wait for you.” Taeyong shrugs, leaning back against the counter near the sink.

You blink, meeting Jongho’s gaze once more as he continues to stand just outside the threshold of your backdoor. His hands are clasped in front of himself, fingers nervously toying with one another as he averts his gaze momentarily the longer you continue to stare at him.

“I don’t want you to think I’ll take advantage of your protective barrier being down,” Jongho keeps his voice low, tone soft as he taps the tip of his shoe against the dirt just outside your door.

His honesty catches you off guard, blinking once more at him in mild surprise.

A soft smile pulls at your lips. “You may come in, if you’d like.”

Jongho nearly trips over his own two feet as he scrambles through the open doorway. Luckily, he catches himself, straightening in his spot before brushing off the front of his jacket. Though, he cannot hide the way red begins to subtly creep up his neck.

You chuckle, turning back to face Renjun as you pull the bowl of food towards yourself. “Have my cubs been behaving themselves?”

“What do you think?” Renjun sighs.

“Ah, so about as much as usual,” you hum knowingly, taking a bite of your meal.

“Ten’s been here a few times, too,” Taeyong adds. “Though, Jungwoo was surprised to see someone else tending to your garden yesterday.”

Your brow quirks in curiosity.

“San figured it was the least he could do after everything,” Jongho says, standing on the one side of your kitchen somewhat awkwardly as he faces the three of you.

Renjun spares the younger male a disinterested glance before turning back to you, “Jungwoo was impressed, but it’ll take a little bit more than that to gain my approval.”

“Jungwoo is impressed with ladybugs when they land on his nose,” you chuckle. “It’s not a hard feat to accomplish.”

Jongho laughs at this. “Him, San, and Wooyoung would get along great.”

“Your brothers also go on hour long rants about the wonders of earthly plants and insects?” Taeyong shoots an amused look at the youngest.

“San does,” Jongho nods. “Wooyoung’s more of an animal’s type of guy.”

“That doesn’t surprise me,” you hum. “Jaehyun and Johnny would live in the wild with the squirrels if they could.”

“Less drama that way,” a voice walking into the room says, and you look up to see Johnny grinning ear to ear.

“Speak for yourself,” Jaehyun huffs, walking in behind him, followed closely by two other familiar males who stop just outside your door. “I’d rather go see those flightless birds again.”

“You just like their mating rituals,” Taeyong grins.

“You give the person you like a nice rock, and you’re set for life! What more could you desire?” Jaehyun responds, quite enthusiastically.

“You know you can go visit the penguins any time you’d like,” you chuckle. “I’m sure they’d enjoy having your company again.”

“Maybe I’ll bring Haechan and Mark this time,” Jaehyun says, more to himself than anything.

The male receives a knowing clap on the back from Johnny. “I’m sure they’d be thrilled.”

Not even a moment later, your attention is turning to the two other males who haven’t seemed to be able to keep their gazes from staring, transfixed, on your form since they stepped just outside your door. “What brings you two here?”

The one male blinks, shaking his head slightly as if to clear his thoughts. “We came to check on you.”

The taller of the two also blinks lightly before extending his arms out to you. It is then that you notice a small package seemingly wrapped up in a cloth held in his hands.

“I, uh-“ Yunho clears his throat, “I brought you some bread.”

“He baked you some bread,” Jongho corrects, a sort of smugness settling on his features.

“Don’t boast,” Hongjoong takes a step towards the youngest, easily crossing the threshold into your house to smack Jongho lightly upside the head.

“Ow,” the youngest pouts, tenderly rubbing at the spot his leader has just hit.

You eye the taller male, a small quick to your brow. You can just see how Yunho shifts slightly beneath your gaze, unsure of what you may be thinking.

You stand, walking over to the backdoor as the other males around you watch you carefully.

Gently, you take the loaf from Yunho’s hands. “I accept your peace offering.”

An instant sigh of relief leaves the male’s lips, shoulders seemingly relaxing.

“You may enter the house,” you add, turning around to place the loaf onto your counter.

Yunho stand there, momentarily stunned as all eyes still focus on him. Then, tentatively, he takes a step forward, meeting no invisible wall his other brothers seemed to have hit the other day. He smiles faintly, entering your house.

“You may tell Wooyoung and San that their training will begin tomorrow at midday. It will last for as long as Taeil and Ten deem fit until the week is up. Then, it will be decided whether or not I continue training them myself.” You turn to meet Hongjoong’s gaze, of which is already on you. The way he’s staring at you, a look akin to wonder, and what you can only describe as awe, shining within his eyes.

You blink, watching as he bows to you once more, followed by both Jongho and Yunho.

“I cannot thank you enough for extending your knowledge to us in this way,” he breathes, and you notice how deep his bow is. “I appreciate the benevolence you continue to show our clan.”

You simply nod in response. “I was young once, too.”

“Oh, stop acting like a grandma,” Renjun rolls his eyes, shoving your shoulder lightly. “You’re not that old.”

“You know, back in my day-“ you begin, and all the Neos let out a groan. You laugh. “I’m just teasing you. The last thing I want to do is start sounding like my Uncle Ken.”

All three Hala’s brows furrow at this, the name sounding familiar to them, but not being able to place it for the moment.

“Oh, gods,” Johnny groans. “Do you remember when he tried to give us the imprinting talk?”

“Not as traumatizing as the mating ritual talk,” Jaehyun shudders.

“Yeah, and you believed him!” Taeyong cackles, slapping the younger male on the back as Jaehyun comes to stand beside him.

“I will still never get the image of you chasing those fucking bees out of my head,” Renjun laughs, leaning back and nearly falling off of his chair.

“Don’t forget he tried convincing Chenle and Jisung the same thing,” you add, a fond chuckle falling from your lips as you move over to pour yourself a glass of water.

“Chenle believed me,” Jaehyun grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest as his ears begin to turn bright red.

“Chenle also believed the moon was chasing him every night when he had to go to bed.” You hum.

“You told him it was!” Renjun exclaims.

“It was the only way he’d go to bed on time!” You counter, sitting back on your one stool. “You know how rambunctious he was when only a hatchling.”

“He’s still as rambunctious as ever,” Taeyong sighs. “Kun says he’s quite the handful.”

A low growl escapes Jongho’s lips at the mention of the other dragon. One which you all choose to ignore for now.

“You would be, too, if you were still that age,” you grin, shaking your head fondly.

“Speaking of little Jisungie,” Renjun adds. “You should come to see him, soon. He’s not doing too well.”

“Is it Hyemin?” Your whole demeanour shifts, worry creasing your brow.

Taeyong nods. “She’s not doing well. It seems as if age has finally caught up with her.”

“Mark senses that it’ll be any day now.” Johnny adds, a grimace to his features.

“The first is always the hardest,” you nod, standing once more from your stool in order to clean your dishes quickly.

Understanding passes over both Yunho’s and Hongjoong’s features.

“First?” Jongho’s brow furrows slightly, looking between the males standing around him.

“The loss of your first imprinted lover.” Yunho breathes, and he notices how you glance over your shoulder to offer a subtle nod in his direction.

“At least the circumstances are the most desirable,” Taeyong shares a brief look with you, and all three Halas notice how you swallow thickly.

“They had a long life together, that’s all I could ever want for any of you,” your voice comes out a little more strained as you dry your hands on a cloth. Turning to face them all, you lean back on the counter behind you. “Losing someone you love is never easy, no matter the circumstances.”

“He hasn’t left her side this entire week,” Renjun adds, worry creasing his brow. “I don’t even know if he’s eating.”

“Knowing Hyemin, he’s been eating,” you say, a sad smile tugging at your lips. “Probably not much, but he’s been eating.”

Realization passes over Hongjoong’s features. “She’s human, isn’t she?”

You lift your head, meeting his gaze. The way your eyes shine with your emotions says it all.

“He takes after his guardian, alright,” Johnny smiles faintly, sending a knowing look in your direction.

“He’s not the only one to have imprinted on a human, if I recall,” you shoot a knowing look back, sharing a soft smile with Johnny for the moment.

“Most of us have,” Taeyong smiles faintly, looking down at the ground as he recalls certain memories of his own during this time.

“Is this why you care so much for humans?” Yunho asks, nothing but pure curiosity reflected in both his tone and gaze.

“I have always cared for humans.” Comes your honest reply. “Everything that lives has importance and value in this world, but it took My Daisy to be the one to truly teach me that. Even if my father, in his own roundabout ways, attempted to himself.”

“Just as there are rotten fruit amongst the sweetest ones, there are bad humans amongst the good. You just need to know where to look.” Renjun hums.

“Of course you would use a fruit analogy when comparing humans,” Jaehyun sighs, shaking his head.

“Don’t tease him,” Johnny whispers, purposely keeping his voice somewhat loud. “You know how horny he gets about fruits.”

Renjun doesn’t even give the two males any warning before he’s stood from his stool, chasing them into your yard without another thought.

The sounds of both Johnny and Jaehyun’s laughter can be heard through the open door, the two males throwing even more teasing comments Renjun’s way. That is, until a roar of pain reaches your ears.

Yunho nearly moves out of the house, “should we…?”

“Oh, no,” you chuckle, shaking your head. “Believe me, if Renjun wanted them dead, they would be by now.”

Another roar is heard from outside.

“Are you sure-“

“Positive,” you shoot a smile at Hongjoong, and you swear you see his whole body tense lightly as he inhales somewhat sharply. “I’m sure you of all people are aware of how much water our bodies are composed of.”

At the sort of blank stare he gives you in response, you tilt your head at him.

“If Junnie wanted to, he could literally tear the water out of their cells in the blink of an eye.” You explain, and you watch fear flash on all three Hala dragon’s faces. You grin, somewhat surprised. “Are you not aware of everything that you as a liquid manipulator can do?”

A brief pause before Hongjoong is shaking his head.

You hum, your lips twitching upwards. “Interesting.”

“To be fair, you were the one that taught him that he could do that,�� Taeyong reminds you, following you outside with the others close behind. “You taught almost all of us everything we know. From healing to fighting, we owe it all to you.”

“I will never forget the day you tore the air straight from Doyoung’s lungs.” You nod, arms crossed in front of your chest. “Taeil nearly tore your head off for that.”

Both Yunho and Hongjoong share a look, Jongho swallowing thickly right beside them.

“To be fair, he was pissing me off,” Taeyong shrugs. “Though, after having it done to me right after, I know not to do that again unless it were against my enemies.”

“Damn straight,” the corner of your lips quirk upwards.

“You can manipulate wind?” Yunho asks, incredulously.

You share a brief glance with Taeyong before shifting your gaze back in front of you to watch Renjun continue to chase both Johnny and Jaehyun across your yard.

“No, it wasn’t her,” Taeyong replies, though they all fail to see the way he shifts slightly in his spot, averting his gaze for only a moment. “I’m not the only one in our clan who is able to manipulate wind.”

“Just as Renjun isn’t the only dragon who can manipulate liquids,” you begin, “Taeyong is not the only one who can manipulate wind. Some magical elements are more common than others, but many tend to repeat no matter where you go.”

“Every dragon has a power specific to them, though,” Taeyong hums, crossing his arms over his chest as he watches the three males of his clan fondly.

“Not every dragon,” Hongjoong mumbles, somewhat to himself.

Your brow furrows, turning to look at him in the next second. “Have you met one without a personalized power?”

Both Yunho and Hongjoong share a look while Jongho opts to remain silent.

Then, surprisingly, Yunho turns his attention towards you once more.

“Seonghwa.” He clears his throat. “Seonghwa doesn’t have one.”

You cannot prevent the way your eyes widen ever so slightly in surprise, a hint of confusion furrowing your brow.

A hum escapes your lips. That’s certainly not what you’ve deduced. “Interesting.”

You say nothing more, opting to turn your attention back to your Neos for the moment.

Hongjoong clears his throat, breaking through the sudden tension that lines the air.

“That first night,” he begins, motioning to Johnny with his chin, “that one called you his wife.”

It’s not quite a question, but you understand the inquiry all the same. Even with the added way Jongho lets out a low growl of discontent.

“I have said this to your youngest, but I shall say it again now,” you reply, noticing how Taeyong moves over to the three dragons in his clan to finally break up this infinite game of chase they seem to have going on. “I have lived a long life, and have had quite a few dragons imprint on me. Many, I have denied, and I’m sure they will not be the last.”

“He imprinted on you?” Jongho’s voice is rough, a snarl tugging at his features.

Luckily, with one swift movement of Hongjoong’s hand, the younger male is backing off. For now.

“Many of My Neos have imprinted on me, even my cubs. Some without realizing.” You explain. “I have denied many, if not all.”

“Yet, not Kun.” Jongho grumbles, clear malice on his features.

You heave a long sigh. “I have already told you, boy, that you should not pretend to understand matters you have no idea about.”

“Is he still imprinted now?” Hongjoong asks, and you notice how he avoids your gaze, but still glances at you out of the corner of his eyes.

“Kun?” Your brows furrow in disbelief. “Not with me. Not anymore.”

The way you stare at the ground, somewhat sadly, does not go unnoticed by any of the three males that stand near you. Unknowingly, Yunho moves to take a step towards you in comfort before catching himself.

He clears his throat.

“No,” Hongjoong shakes his head before his gaze is flicking over to the tallest Neo currently being held in a headlock by Renjun. “That one.”

“Johnny?” Your voice comes out slightly surprised before a small laugh is escaping you. The way your features shine as that small expression of joy takes over has all three Hala dragons staring at you in awe. “No, no.” You shake your head. “He just jokes about it, but the bond has long since dissipated. Though, I’m sure if I changed my mind, he’d be at my door with his favourite gemstone, ready to propose.”

Jongho’s snarl is enough to cover up the way Hongjoong’s lips twitch, wanting to pull back over his teeth in a scowl of his own.

“Then again,” you hum, “Chenle and Yuta would probably be fighting him for the number one spot.”

“Isn’t Chenle your cub?” Yunho frowns.

“Not by blood, but yes.” You nod, a chuckle escaping your lips. “He’s not the only one who has imprinted on me out of all of them throughout the years. Though, I think Shotaro just wanted to take after Yuta.”

A fond smile tugs at your lips as you overhear the four Neos in front of you arguing amongst each other. Memories of your cubs and your clan flit through your mind, soothing your being even further the more time you’re able to spend outside in the open air.

They all care about you, and you care for all of them. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

A brief silence settles over the four of you as you continue to watch the scene unfold before you. That is, until Hongjoong is breaking it once more.

“You’re…” he searches for the correct word, “different than I originally thought you were.”

“You would be on high alert, too, if strangers barged into your home demanding you healed their asshole of a brother.” You hum.

Hongjoong sighs. “I know you said it doesn’t mean much, but I am truly sorry about Seonghwa.”

“He’s a complicated soul,” you observe.

Yunho snorts, “you’re telling me.”

“Let me know when he’s finished that salve, will you?” You spare a look at them out of the corner of your eyes.

“What salve?” Hongjoong frowns.

“The one I gave Jongho to give him for his wrist two nights ago.” You remark casually, moving to lean against the side of your house. “I never got it back, so I’m assuming he took it.”

“And after all that fuss about not wanting it to touch his skin,” Yunho shakes his head, and you simply quirk a brow in amusement. “His stubbornness will kill him one day.”

“It already has,” you comment, and you notice how they all stiffen slightly at your words. “I doubt he would accept an offer to properly heal his wrist any time soon. Nor does he deserve it, but if those other two dragons of yours are smart, they can fix it in no time.”

“San hasn’t stopped talking about his upcoming lessons since you offered them to him,” Yunho tells you, a knowing gleam to his eyes. “Well, after the guilt from touching your back unknowingly passes. He’s sort of a nervous rambler, you see.”

“Him and Mark will get long great.” Johnny observes.

“Oh, so is Renjun done finally trying to suffocate the two of you?” You quirk a brow, teasingly.

“For the moment,” Jaehyun rubs the side of his arm where a large red mark now resides, almost as if his skin has been touched by scalding water.

“Since you burnt him, you can heal him,” you motion towards your still open backdoor after shooting Renjun a pointed look.

“But-“

“You know what burns do to him.” Your gaze is sharp as you immediately cut any and all protests Renjun was about to say off.

“Fine,” he grumbles, already leading Jaehyun back into your house.

In the next moment, you’re turning back to face the Hala dragons once more.

“Tell Wooyoung and San to meet Ten and Taeil at midday tomorrow at the Neo’s nest. You have my word nothing bad will happen to them there. My boys will not harm them in any way, lest they want to face my own wrath.” You stare deeply into Hongjoong’s eyes the entire time, and you notice how he freezes, almost fully transfixed beneath your gaze. “If they so much as receive a scratch, whatever has been done to them, I give your clan full permission to do unto me.”

“Just wait a second there-“

Your sharp gaze manages to cut Jongho off before he can begin protesting any further.

“I have faith in my boys, but it’s as I’ve said before,” you look over all three of them evenly, “you do not know me, and I do not know you. All you have is my word to put your faith into. I do not take promises lightly, nor do I ever go back on my own word. That, I can assure you of.”

“I believe you,” Hongjoong breathes, noting the sincerity in your eyes. “I trust that no harm will come to those two under your supervision. Jongho trusts you, and so do Wooyoung and San. You have not went back on your word once when dealing with us, and despite us breaking our own deals with you, you have still extended these offers to us. Jongho was right. You are kind.”

“Perhaps we all just got off on the wrong foot.” Yunho hums, a soft smile painting his features.

You smile back faintly, noticing how both Johnny and Taeyong flank you on either side. Nothing is said for a moment between all six of you, but it’s not a tense silence at all. In fact, if you didn’t know any better, you’d say Jongho is puffing out his chest a little in pride.

“I do not condone the violence I have heard so often been associated with you Halas, nor will I forget what has happened so easily.” You say, meeting their gazes once more. “I do not know why it is that your clan desires the crown so, but if you truly will not give up such a vain ambition, then I plead with you to at least reconsider the means in which you go about searching for it. There is good in each of you. I can see it in the way you care for each other. I can sense it within. Do not let me down.”

You do not fail to miss the way all three male’s breaths hitch as you say this, heartbeats accelerating all around. Then, you say the words that truly have their heads spinning, but none so much as Jongho’s. A simple phrase that floods him with hope.

“Perhaps Jongho is right,” your eyes shine with a kindness none of them have seen before as you continue to smile faintly at all of them. “Perhaps you Halas really aren’t so bad, after all.”

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