Blanket (Seonghwa X Reader) (SFW)

Blanket (Seonghwa x Reader) (SFW)

Summary: You give your blanket to your bias in Ateez

Word Count: 1,944

a/n: I had this cute idea and it could potentially be turned into a full fic, if you want it to be. I just had this cute little blurb to share to see if anyone would actually be interested! Thank you for reading!

A cold breeze blew through the streets, causing everyone around you to shiver, and you swore you could hear teeth chattering from your friend group. 

“Why did you bring that god forsaken blanket?” Your best friend looked at you in embarrassment. Her arms crossed in front of herself to help the cold that was seeping in. 

You had the blanket wrapped around you, shielding you from the chilly air. You clutched it closer to you and pouted. 

“I’m sorry, but it seems to me as though I’m nice and warm while you’re over there shivering.” Your friend stood there in her skimpy Deja Vu inspired outfit.

“Hey man. Tits out for San.” 

You snorted. “It’s not my fault you want San to look at your tits.”

“Okay but you’re in Hala Hala. You have pants and a jacket!”

You raised your eyebrow at her. “Your point being?”

“Give me your jacket.”

“No.”

She pouted at you. “Please? You have your cursed Seonghwa blanket already!”

You rolled your eyes as cheering came from the line in front of you. They had started the scanning of bags and metal detectors to finally let you into the venue. 

“Look. We’re about to be inside. Stop complaining. I’ll leave the blanket with Jisu since she has seats since it’s that embarrassing.”

“Oh.” Jisu turned to look at you. “Yeah. I don’t have seated tickets today. That’s tomorrow.” She gave you a small smile. 

“Looks like you’re stuck with me and it then Brynn.”

You turned around and moved in the line, Brynn sticking her tongue out at your back.

The beginning of the concert was hype, and you found yourself holding the blanket out while screaming for Seonghwa, hoping he would see it and you could make him smile. 

Towards the end of the show, when Ateez was about to do their last few songs, he finally saw you. He gestured to your hands and you held up the blanket to show the man on stage. He leaned down to get a better look. It was a photo of him, wearing glasses and peeking around a beige door, just his face and neck visible. He laughed, the smile making his eyes sparkle. You gestured towards him, holding out the blanket to him, telling him to take it. 

His eyes widened as he moved, his eyebrows going into his hairline as if to say “are you sure?” 

You nodded again and bunched it up, and then threw it at him. He caught it, and immediately wrapped it around his neck, acting like a superhero. He ran around the stage and catwalk, one arm outstretched like Superman. It was his favorite thing in the world now. The smile on his face was one of pure, genuine happiness, and his eyes were filled with excitement. 

The other members watched him in confusion at first during the interaction, and when they realized what had happened and what picture was on the blanket, they interrupted their ments to comment on it. Wooyoung was laughing so hard, San had to hold him up.

“Hyung” San said through his fits of giggles. “What is that?” 

The cameras panned over to Seonghwa, who held his mic up. “Atiny gave it to me!” He was so giddy. Almost like a child on Christmas morning. 

“I want one!” Wooyoung screamed from his spot on the floor, where San had dropped him. “Which Atiny?”

Seonghwa shook his head and wiggled his finger with a smirk towards Wooyoung. “Not telling. They’re my Atiny now.”

This caused a riot as Wooyoung stood up to rush at Seonghwa, but a staff member ran onto the stage to stop the chaos and get the concert back on track. You couldn’t hear it, but you could tell by the body movements that Seonghwa was getting scolded. You saw him pout and reach to his neck to untie the blanket. Before handing it to the staff member, he held it up, showing off the slightly terrifying photo of himself. The crowd cheered as the cameras panNed to it.

He held it proudly for a moment before handing it to the staff member and bowing as they ran off.

“Alright Atiny! Let’s get back to it!” Hongjoong said into his mic, distracting the crowd once again and he started the concert back up. 

You looked over at your friend. Her mouth was open in shock and you sent her a smirk. Knowing full well that only a few hours ago she was making fun of you for it. 

“Did that actually happen?” She yelled into your ear as Guerilla started to play and Hongjoong started his rap. 

You smiled at her, a slight blush on your cheeks. “Yeah” you smiled, giddy at what just happened. “Yeah I guess it did.”

The rest of the concert went by in a blur. You were pretty sure you blacked out during most of it. The thought of Seonghwa taking your blanket from you still on your mind as you made your way back to your hotel with your friends. 

A notification popped up on your phone as you entered the modest hotel lobby. Ateez had gone live in their hotel room, all eight of them crowded on a bed and tiny couch. Wooyoung sitting almost on Sans lap showed in the video preview as you sleepily walked to your room. 

Your friends followed you into the room, and one pulled out their laptop. “I saw Ateez was live. Do we wanna watch?”

A chorus of sleepy yeses sounded through the room as people started to get out of their clothes and makeup, listening to the chaos of eight men in the background. 

“Hey, Y/N” your friend with the laptop said. “Hwa still has your blanket.” They turned the screen towards you, and your sleepy eyes shot open and you rushed to get a closer look. 

There he was. The beautiful blonde man who took your blanket of him today, sitting with it securely wrapped around him.

“I figured that he or the staff would’ve throw it away.” Your eyes wide as Seonghwa faced the camera. You felt like he was looking into your soul. 

“To the Atiny who gave me this blanket, thank you. It will always be with me.” He smiled softly and stroked the soft fabric. A blush crept up your neck at his admission.

Wooyoung decided then to be a menace and he yanked the blanket away from Seonghwa and yelled something in Korean. Based on his tone, he was teasing his elder, and by the look Seonghwa had, he was annoyed. 

Seonghwa reached for the blanket and Wooyoung threw it to the other side of the room. San, never one to say no to teasing his hyungs, caught it and tied it around his neck. 

The live turned into chaos.

Seonghwa stood, directly in the middle between Wooyoung and San. He turned his head and leveled both men with a glare as he held his hand out, gesturing to give him back the blanket.

Seonghwa took a few step towards San, who then threw the blanket back to Wooyoung. Playing keep-away was their favorite things to do.

“Wooyoung. Give. Me. The. Blanket.” 

Wooyoung gave Seonghwa a cheeky smile and stuck out his tongue. “No.”

Seonghwa rolled his eyes and stood there, just staring at Wooyoung, annoyance in his eyes. “Please can I have my blanket back?”

“Aww hyung, you even asked nicely!” Wooyoung mocked him. “Fine.” He pouted, and held his arm out with the bundled up blanket. 

“Thank you,” Seonghwa said sarcastically, and started walking towards his younger. Once he got a few steps away, Wooyoung threw the blanket back to San, who hopped and caught it. Giggling the whole time. 

“I’m going to kill you,” Seonghwa playfully said, lunging towards Wooyoung. He tackled Woo onto the couch, San now pouting that he wasn’t being given attention. 

“Damn,” Brynn said, watching it all unfold. “He’s really serious about that blanket.” She sounded slightly envious.

“Looks like it,” you giggle. Inside you were giddy that your bias was so protective over something you gave him.

San had successfully evaded his elder and tied the blanket around his neck, like Seonghwa had done when you gave it to him. Seonghwa just watched him, looking slightly defeated. He ran his hand through his hair and looked at Hongjoong.

Words were exchanged and you saw Hongjoong stand up and try to stop Woosan from teasing Seonghwa any more. Voices who seemed like it belonged to the staff could be heard from behind the camera as well.

You saw a hand come out from behind the camera and point to Yeosang, who had curled up more on the couch to stay away from the chaos that is WooSanHwa.

Yeosang sighed and stood up next to Hongjoong. One went for San and the other went for Wooyoung, trying to get them to calm down. San and Wooyoung exchanged looks, and ran out of the room. Screaming could be heard from down the hall. A loud crash had you wincing.

Everything went quiet. Yunho and Mingi looked at each other, then the staff, and the live suddenly cut off. You and your friend looked at each other in disbelief, before erupting into giggles. 

“What did I just do?” You struggled to get out before being overcome with laughter once again.

“Cause Seonghwa to deal with the menace that is WooSan.” Jisu said, peeking over your shoulder at the screen.

“I guess you’re right,” you giggled again, and ran your makeup wipe over your face. “I wonder if he’ll remember me tomorrow. We do have soundcheck.”

“If he does, I’ll eat my San collection.”

You gasped, “Noooo Brynn, not your precious San collection!” 

“Yeah yeah yeah. Shut up. You look like a raccoon.” She shoved her pillow in your face and you just laughed. 

“Be prepared to eat your collection tomorrow. I hear photocards go well with milk.” 

She laughed again. “Go get ready for bed. We have a long day tomorrow.” 

“Yes, your highness.” You bowed to her, and she threw another pillow at you. You laughed again as you easily dodged it and went to lock yourself in the bathroom. 

Running your makeup wipe over your face, you started to daydream about Seonghwa and what will happen at soundcheck. If he’ll remember you. Maybe you can even find out what happened after the live ended. You hoped WooSan won’t know that it was you who gave Seonghwa the blanket. You know you’d get harassed with teasing looks and movements in your direction. 

You sighed and turned the faucet on, splashing water on your face to wash away your delusional thoughts for the night. Drying your face, you unlocked the door and walked into a pitch black room. Jisu and Brynn both already passed out, one of them snoring loudly.

You giggled and crawled into bed between the two girls. Your phone buzzing on the nightstand, showing a Universe notification. Seonghwa had messaged, and you waited a second for the translation. 

Seonghwa: the blanket is okay. 

You giggled, watching as more messages popped into chat. 

Seonghwa: thank you atiny for coming out tonight. 

Seonghwa: I love you. Let’s have a good show tomorrow.

Seonghwa: have a good night ❤️

Seonghwa: I’ll see you tomorrow

You giggled and sighed in happiness. Typing out a quick reply before turning your phone on sleep mode. You smiled, cuddling into the warmth of Brynn and closed your eyes. Your message still on your mind. You hope he saw it and knew it was you. 

I’ll see you tomorrow Hwa. Hopefully the blanket is safe.

Beginning of The End

⇴ pairing: toxic bf!choi jongho x gn!reader

⇴ genre: angst

⇴ words: 1.1k

⇴ warnings: fighting, mentions of alcohol, jongho is drunk

⇴ a/n: feedback is accepted and welcome, I’d love to hear your thoughts on my work! if you’d like to be on my taglist, lmk. if you’d like to see more of my work, check out my masterlist!

This fic does NOT represent my thoughts about Choi Jongho, nor portray his actual character in real life. This is fanfiction only.

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Another party. Another night filled with drunken sorority kids, couples fucking in random rooms, and the occasional sound of throwing up (not always in the bathroom). You didn’t want to be there. To be quite honest… you never wanted to be there. But you always did. For Jongho.

Jongho, your boyfriend of 8 months, asked you almost every week to come to these stupid parties. Or should you say, begged. You always gave in, too much of a people pleaser to say no. And yet each and every time you went to these parties, you were stuck in the same chair by the kitchen island. The one next to the wall, to be precise, knowing that most people won’t bother you there.

So here you are, yet again, sitting on the slightly wobbly chair, nursing your beer that tastes like ass. Jongho is who knows where, probably playing his millionth round of beer pong, promising his buddies the next round will be the time that he wins. He never does. You know he never does cause the entire night he complains about how close he was to winning.

Your entire relationship was… complicated. You loved him, at least you told yourself you did. But it was constant fighting. Mostly about insignificant things, such as him not doing the dishes, him brushing you off in public spaces, or only making dinner for himself. But some of it was larger, like his blatant lack of respect for your boundaries, or the two times you caught him flirting with other girls.

You honestly tried to let it go, especially when he reassures you that he loves you more than anything in this world. You know it’s not healthy to be in this relationship. But you just can’t let go of the person he used to be, back in the beginning of this relationship. He was loving, caring, and respectful. Maybe that was all just a show.

You brush off your heavy thoughts, focusing on your drink. By the time an hour went by, you had to pee. The journey through the house was difficult, squeezing your way around a few make out sessions. By the time you reached the bathroom, it was occupied. Great, you thought. A few knocks went by, nothing. You were about to walk away when it abruptly opened, showing a disheveled girl, and your boyfriend behind her.

It wasn’t hard to guess what they were doing, or about to do. Tears welled up in your eyes, knowing he actually just cheated on you. I mean, yeah he’s flirted with girls, but you believed his excuses. Even when you shouldn’t have. But there’s no excusing his way out of this one. Not this time.

You immediately rush to the door, hoping to just get away. You can hear the sound of him running on the wood floors, spurring you to move faster out the door. You rush towards your car, thanking the heavens you drove tonight. There’s no way he could’ve caught up to you before you opened the door. And yet he did. Before you could even get to the handle, he stepped in front of you, blocking your way.

“Baby please-,” he begged, desperation in his voice. You wouldn’t have it though, “No, Jongho,” you spit back at him, “No more excuses.” His eyes grew wide. He knew. He knew the game was over. That everything was falling apart. That he couldn’t string you along for any longer. Excuses wouldn’t work on you anymore.

“Y/n…”, he tried one last time. “Enough! No more Jongho,” anxiety building up in your chest, confrontation being something you’ve avoided for so long. “I will not let you treat me like trash.” And that was it. You quickly pushed his dejected body out of the way, far enough so you could get in your car. He could find a ride with the girl he was just making out with, or the countless girls he’d probably made out with previously.

The ride back to your place was a mess, eyes blurry from the tears in your eyes. You almost had to pull over a few times. There’s no reason to even be crying over him, you should’ve know it was going to be like this sooner or later. There were warning signs. You were holding onto a person that wasn’t there anymore. The old Jongho was gone.

The old Jongho would’ve said everything is gonna be alright. He would’ve taken you home as soon as you asked. He would’ve been a gentleman. By the time you got home, it was dead silent outside. Your phone read 2:49 am. The thought of not getting enough sleep before work already gave you the beginnings of a headache. It only spurred you to move faster into bed, drowning out the thoughts of Jongho.

When you woke up the next morning, your phone buzzed with texts and missed calls, all from Jongho. You shouldn’t be surprised, he does this every time he needs to reel you back in. But it won’t work this time. You move out of your room with your towel, headed for the shower. There’s always a feeling of stickiness the day after those parties.

You can’t help but think back to all the times Jongho has done you wrong. Small or large, he continuously broke your trust and stepped over your boundaries. Your chest tightened at the thought of him with another girl. You gave him everything. Whether it be your love, time, or even body. He was your first everything. He knew how much you meant to him. You obviously meant nothing to him, you argued in your head.

Never would you have thought that it would end up like this, crying in the shower over a stupid guy who treated you like trash. A couple years ago you would’ve said you’d never put up with someone like him. You’d never let that kind of behavior slide. But once your stuck in it… once you’ve fallen head over heels, it’s over. It took the worst of the worst for you to finally realize how much he didn’t care.

That’s the thing about men like him, they lure you in with promises and love, only to rip it away once you get comfortable. They put on a show, then take off the mask when you least expect it. Once you get out of the shower, you head over to your lit up phone. You were expecting more begging, maybe a half assed apology. But no.

The top message read: You can’t leave me Y/n. I won’t let that happen. You’re mine.

To be continued…

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nothing compares to you.

pairing: song mingi x fem reader (afab)

genre: smut, fluff, non-idol!au, established relationship

rating: mature/18+ (minors DNI).

word count: 3.2k

warnings: explicit smut [fingering, slight somnophilia?, praise, unprotected sex, wet dreams], language

summary: you’re relieved when you wake up from a nightmare—especially once you realize mingi has been having a much, much different kind of dream than you.

You’re falling.

You’d been climbing up this steep, rocky cliff for as long as you can remember, jagged rocks digging into your palms and dirt making its way underneath your fingernails as you ascend, paying for each brutal inch upwards with your own sweat and tears—but you’re exhausted. You’ve gone too far, for too long. And you’ve slipped. You’re falling.

You don’t even remember how you’d gotten up to the edge of that cliff in the first place, where you’d been going or where you’d come from, but you’re certainly careening off of it now, accelerating with the wind in your hair as you plummet towards the water at the bottom of the cliff face, unable to shut your eyes even as you brace yourself for the impact—

You blink, eyes adjusting to the darkness of your bedroom. A dream—it was just a dream. A nightmare, more likely, but still nothing more, even as your heartbeat continues to pound in your chest as the adrenaline wears off.

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Snake

Title: Snake Ship: SnakeHybrid!Mingi , FemHuman!Reader Type: Smut (18+ Content) Sunmary: Things become interesting when you hook up with your brother’s lifelong best friend at a college party. Finally finding out his biggest secret while he is in between your legs.

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Mingi stood behind you, hand on your lower back as he glared at the shorter man insisting you go on a date with him. “She would if she didn’t have a boyfriend, right babe?”. You looked up surprised and that’s when you saw the look he gave you, the “just go with it” look. You nodded and smiled “Uhh yeah, he’s my boyfriend”. The other man’s face dropped and he rolled his eyes before walking away. Mingi smiled proudly and looked down at you “god, you can never get yourself out of those situations without me”. You rolled your eyes and hit his chest “shut up, I could have if I wanted to”.

“Wouldn’t you rather fake date me then actually date that asshole?” Mingi asked when a pout and that caused you to snort and laugh. “Yeah, sure” you decided to agree to make him happy. The feelings you had for Mingi…liking him since you were 8 and he was 10 was a little crazy to think about. Now you are 20 and he was 22. Maybe you finally have a chance with him now that you aren’t an annoying little 8 year old. It was about 3 hours later, around 11 pm. You sat on Mingi’s lap, both a bit buzzed. You sat on his lap, your short black dress riding up your thighs as he gripped onto them. He pressed kisses on your jaw, the kisses burnt into your skin as if he was marking you as his. He let out a soft hum against your skin “do you know how long I’ve been wanting to do this” Mingi groaned and let his thumbs rub your inner thighs.

You smiled and pressed your wet heat against the hard bulge. “I bet I’ve been wanting you a lot longer” you whispered to him. Mingi smiled and picked you up, carrying you to the nearest bedroom in the house of a random frat. Mingi sat you on the bed and locked the door before going back to you. You watched him, his eyes flashing dark green for a split second. You had to have been going crazy…maybe it’s the alcohol kicking in. Forcing the worries of what you just saw to go to the back of your clouded mind. You felt the burning kisses trailed down the valley on your now unclothed chest, letting out a soft whine. Mingi hummed happily at your reactions, loving the way your body moved and responded to him.

He hooked his fingers to your black panties and pulled them down, his mouth watering at the sight of your dripping wet pussy right in front of his face. Mingi finally leaned in, pressing a kiss on your clit before letting his tongue run over it. The feeling of his warm tongue on the bundle of your sensitive nerves caused you to let out a moan, fingers gripping onto his hair. He hummed at the taste and sucked softly on your clit, spreading your thighs apart and kept them apart with hands. His animal instincts kicked in suddenly, dipping down and inserted his long tongue into your clenched hole. You moaned out in surprise, thighs trembling as your sweet spot was rubbed. How the hell is that possible? His tongue can’t be that long…

You looked down, his eyes now the dark green you had seen earlier, his black pupils now the shape of sharp almonds like a cat. Soft green scales painted his cheeks like freckles. A soft smile went across his face as his long snake tongue was inside of you and that’s when you saw his sharp fangs now in place of his normal canines. You now you understood why he never wanted to be in the same room as you, he would turn into this…a snake. You let out soft whines “Mingi, I d-didn’t know y-“. Mingi pulled away and rubbed your clit with his slim fingers “and now you know, that’s why I couldn’t be around for long”

You watched him, letting out a moan when his long tongue entered you again. “F-fuck Mingi, I don’t care that you are a s-snake” you managed to get out through the moans. He looked up at you, his almond pupils dilating. “You mean it?”. You nodded quickly and whimpered as his tongue rubbed your sweet spot. Mingi smiled and leaned in, finally going as rough as both of you wanted and needed. You gripped onto his hair as your hips rolled up onto his face. Mingi moaned at the taste of you, his tongue inside of you and his nose rubbing your clit. Occasionally his long fangs would poke you but he kept them out of the way as much as possible. He pulled away and his lips finally went back up to your clit, his tongue flicking against it. Moans poured out of your parted lips.

“Mingi please, I’m about to cum” You begged him, looking down at his dark green eyes. “Cum for me Y/n” he said, his voice like a whisper. His hot breath hit your dripping pussy as he spoke. Mingi leaned back in and completely devoured you, slurping up all the slick that ran out of you, tongue flicking on your clit and then his tongue dove straight into you. Pleasure filled your body, thighs pressing against the sides of Mingi’s head. Cum poured onto his tongue, him instantly letting it fall into his mouth as his tongue scooped it out. You gripped onto his hair, the loud moans filled the room as Mingi helped you ride out your high.

You finally looked down at him again, the scales disappearing, his eyes flickered back to his normal brown ones and as he pulled away, his teeth and tongue went back to normal. Mingi smiled and crawled back up, kissing your lips deeply. “Promise not to tell anyone about me being a hybrid?…” You cupped his cheeks and nodded “promise”

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For Eternal

Vampire Ateez x Fem Reader

Requested!

tw: poly relationship, heavy on angst, mentions of death, blood and injuries.

note: I'm still obsessed with wonderland era (unrelated i know). Also, this turned out longer than expected (3.6k+) and it's my first take on a vampire poly story. Hope you like this anon! Enjoy the read <3

You woke up noticing that you were not being pressed against two bodies that have always accompanied you every night. The bed felt extra colder without them and you wondered where they were this early. Despite living separately, they still visit your home as frequently as they can. If not all eight of them then a pair on each day.

You looked around the room as you slowly sat up and stretched your arms. Nothing seemed out of ordinary, but something definitely felt off. For the past three months or so you never woke up a single day without seeing their face first thing in the morning except today.

You made your way towards the door and heard hushed voices from outside. “We can’t just leave her like this! It’s dangerous.” “We are already dangerous to her. It’s better for her.” You stepped out and all of them turned to you in surprise.

“Why do you look so shocked? You can know when I’m awake, right?” You smiled and walked over to where they were. Of course they could know but they were distracted by a heated argument at hand.

The group had pitiful and damped looks the moment you appeared in the room. They might be less emotional than humans but the sight of your neck and wrist covered in bandages hurt them. You noticed them watching and instinctively touched the side of your bandaged neck. “I’m planning to go buy more later. It’s not bleeding that much anymore.”

The atmosphere was unusually gloomy. You wondered what they were thinking and walked closer to them when San stopped you. “I can go buy them for you. Just stay here.” He looked straight at you, holding back his sadness for what had been decided by Hongjoong earlier.

“San, we’re leaving. Don’t make this even harder.” You told him to move aside and went to the owner of the voice. “What are you talking about?” Your eyes scanned the others and they avoided your eyes with pained expressions on their faces.

“We decided to leave you for good. I don’t think we should see each other anymore.” Hongjoong responded, eyes dead as ever. You searched his eyes trying to find any hint of regret or sadness but there were none. He stood up from the edge of the sofa where he was sitting and left your house without a single word.

Your eyes instantly watered at his crude actions and watched as the others followed him silently. Seonghwa and Yunho almost wanted to touch you before leaving but they were hesitant and walked out instead. One by one they left you with no further explanation. You started to rake your brain for any past actions that may inflict this sudden decision but could not come up with anything.

When you thought everyone had left, you turned around only to see Wooyoung still there with you in the small living room. You have read somewhere that vampires don’t feel any strong emotions since they’re not actual humans anymore, unsure whether those were facts or a hoax.

But you did notice their behaviour was different than that of normal people. Reason to that was because the vampire right in front of you had furrowed brows and curled fists as if ready to fight whatever was bothering him at that moment.

You were sobbing even harder when he softly cupped your face in his cold hands, eyes fixed on one another. The only one who chose to stay longer despite getting warned earlier.

“I don’t know what is going on in his head but I promise I’ll come back for you. You remember that, okay?” He said every word loud and clear, as if trying to imprint them in your head which you did even in your sobbing state. At least he cared, you quietly thought.

Unable to come up with a reply, you simply nodded at his words. Wooyoung wanted to just stay but he knew Hongjoong won’t let this pass by easily. He couldn’t see you crying any longer and pulled you closer to him. “I love you.” With a light kiss on the forehead, he morphed into a dark mist and left you all alone.

Later that day, you had ordered food for dinner even though your appetite was long gone. Right when you opened the door to receive your meal, a plastic bag was hanging on the handle.

There was a box of bandages, you knew instantly that it was from San. A pack of sour candies and a vitamin drink. You ripped the packet and ate one of the gummies, knowing that Wooyoung was the one who bought it and imagining him telling you as he patted your head, “This will make you stop crying so much.”

A small ripped paper was on the bottle and it warmed you knowing that some of them still had the heart (even when it’s dead) to worry for you.

-Drink this and regain your energy. JH -

Two weeks passed by and all of them appeared dead and emotionless as ever. Unable to feed on human blood had made them lethargic and hungry. For the past few months, you were their only source of feeding but now that this happened, they had no choice but to find other resources.

“I’m getting more pigs’ blood. Does anyone want anything else?” Seonghwa asked the other males who were in the room. None of them uttered a word but moments later he nodded already getting their answers through telepathy.

They only use that when really upset with one another or during enemy fights which rarely happen after meeting you. There was no reason too, you were there to shower them with love and help their need for blood.

“Where is Yeosang? I haven’t seen him in awhile and he’s blocking me from telepathy.” Hongjoong asked and all they did was shrug at him, too sluggish to even speak.

Jongho answered him after seeing how he was still waiting for one. “He’s been in his room, sleeping or something. I tried calling him out once, but he refused.”

Hongjoong let out a sigh and eyed everyone in the living area. Mingi was resting his head on Yunho’s lap who looked as if he was thinking about something all by himself. Wooyoung had an annoyed face ever since he stepped into the room, sitting all by himself on a single seat sofa. San was just staring into space as Jongho sat beside him on the long sofa, doing nothing in particular.

“Are you guys still upset with me?”

“Do you even have to ask?” Wooyoung glared at him from his seat. Of course he respects the older one but the memory of when he left you all alone back then just hurt him so much and he blamed Hongjoong for it. The others had been quiet since they left you, they had mixed feelings about it all. They were getting attached to your and your presence, now it felt like a big part of them was missing.

“At the rate that we’re feeding off from her, she can die faster. Do you want that?” Hongjoong fought back the younger one who seemed a bit on edge lately after what happened.

“She agreed to it! We even made sure she got proper rest. You’re making no sense.” Wooyoung stood up and was about to leave when a loud ringing caught everyone’s attention.

The phone on the coffee table flashing an unknown number and without a second thought Wooyoung picked it up.

“I’ve got your livestock with me. If you don’t come by midnight, she’s as good as dead.” The voice through the phone threatened. You were more than just livestock which made them furious when the stranger called you that.

“Who the hell are you?”

A sinister laugh boomed throughout the speaker. The other vampires heard everything, even Yeosang was now in sight, standing at the middle of the staircase. Seonghwa was there as well, the phone call happened right when he was entering their penthouse.

“You’ll know if you come. You’ve managed to lure such a pretty face, it’ll be a waste to let her die.” Wooyoung was about to shout at him again when the next thing he heard was your voice.

“Don’t come and save me.” The eight of them froze at hearing your voice. It was firm and breathy, as if you’ve been hurt or struggled while being held hostage by whoever this person was.

“Hang on, okay? I’m going to-” “Such a sweet owner you have here, doll.” A slap was heard right after. “Don’t touch her!” Everyone was outraged at that point onwards. Yes, they may suck your blood, but hitting you was never in the picture. Hearing that action loud and clear from some stranger sparked a different level of anger in them.

“Remember. You have until midnight.”

Right when the call ended, Wooyoung was about to leave on impulse when Mingi stopped him. “You can’t just leave on your own.” Mingi turned to Hongjoong who had a darkened expression, thinking on how to deal with this matter at hand. He was in turmoil, was this caused by his actions or was it just a coincidence?

“You can stay here, MIngi. I’m going to find her.” He pulled away from Mingi and glimpsed over to Yeosang who stared back at him. He knew what Yeosang had been up to and went into telepathy mode.

‘You’ve been talking to her, haven’t you? Where is she?’

‘She’s near but I don’t know the specific location.’

His brows furrowed and Yeosang suddenly spoke out loud. “They probably took her when she went out to the convenience store. That’s when I can’t reach her anymore.” The others were confused by what he said except Wooyoung. He nodded and turned to the others, “I’m leaving.” Yunho, San and Jongho said that they’re following as well upon hearing his words.

A huge smoke appeared as four of them vanished into the air. Leaving the other four to themselves. “Are we not going?” Mingi asked, looking around. None of them said anything, they were unsure of what to do themselves.

The four who left went everywhere around the neighbourhood to search for you. There was no noise during the call so it was hard to pick up anything familiar from it. Suddenly, they heard Yeosang’s voice in their minds. ‘It’s a warehouse. She’s in some kind of box.’

At that, they turned every corner, searching for a warehouse or any building that appeared liked it. Yunho heard something from his right and made a run towards the sound. He stopped right in front of two large steel doors, tightly shut. With one strong kick, it bursts open revealing what’s waiting for them inside.

They took in the sight of you tied to a chair inside a cage at the centre of the building. San dashed towards you but abruptly stopped when you spoke. “Don’t come closer. It’s laced with silver.” His pupils trembled as he slowly took a step back. Was this a punishment for leaving you, he thought as he watched you holding on to every energy you had.

“Now that you’re here. I guess we can have some fun.” They turned to the voice who came from the shadows and knew instantly who it was. He’s a hunter who tries to capture and kill them at every chance he can get but it never succeeds.

“We’ve waited so many years and are finally able to meet again. Doll, I hope you’re ready to watch the show. See how ugly and frightening these creatures are.” He smiled at you before motioning his hand and more hunters came out to fight.

“Close your eyes as long as possible. I’ll get you out of here.” Jongho appeared in front of the cage and insisted. You unwillingly nodded knowing there was going to be a bloodbath soon.

Every now and then you hear snarls and bone cracking all around you. None of their voices were heard. You tried to listen and search where all of them were through closed eyes but it was useless.

It became too hard to ignore everything that's happening and when you flickered your eyes open, a hunter had kicked Wooyoung to the cage with his fingers wrapped around the bars stopping him from hitting it further.

He was bleeding everywhere, his palms were soaked with his own blood from holding onto the silver laced bars. He had the nerve to smile at you and mouthed, “I’ll be okay. Just wait.” He was then pulled away as you struggled to break free from the ropes. It was too painful to watch and you had no other options at hand.

If Yeosang can hear my thoughts, I should think harder. You squeezed your eyes shut and tried to do whatever you can to get the others to come. You don’t even know if it works but you had to try.

‘Hwa...Joong please come right now. They won’t make it at this point. I can’t let them die like this. Please, I need you to hear me somehow.’

The minute you opened your eyes, bolts of lightning appeared out of nowhere attacking the hunters. You didn’t know what was going on anymore but was glad that something happened to help ease the situation.

A bolt was coming towards you at full speed hitting the large bars instead of you, melting the cage that trapped you. ‘It’s alright, Princess. Everything’s going to be over soon.’ Upon hearing that, you let the exhaustion consume you whole and shut your eyes.

You found yourself lying on a sofa and took in the sight around you. “Princess, are you okay?” Mingi was the first to notice you were awake. “I’m fine. Thank you for coming and helping out, Mingi.” You engulfed him in a hug and he did the same, softly patting your back.

Pulling away from him, you scanned the room and felt your heart drop. You walked to where Yunho was and watched as Yeosang bandaged his arm. “It must have hurt a lot.” You apologetically said and he ruffled your hair with his free arm. “It will get better. Don’t worry.”

The place felt very unfamiliar to you, with the tall glass windows and marble floorings around. Your eyes went up to the staircase, both Seonghwa and Hongjoong stepped down to where you were. “Where are the others?” You asked worriedly.

“I made them rest in their rooms. You know how they always want to stick by you.” Seonghwa explained and sat next to you on the carpeted floor. Hongjoong didn’t say a word and sat with the others. “You’re not hurt anywhere else right, love?”

You shook your head and replied, “My cheek kind of stung from the slap but that’s about it.” All eyes turned to you with pained expressions. Seonghwa carefully cupped your face, inspecting every part.

His thumb stroked over your cheeks and the moment you winced, he softly placed his lips on your cheek for a brief moment before pulling away. The moment you had with Seonghwa was cut short when Hongjoong called your name.

“Do you still want to be with us after what happened?”

“Only if you want me too. I can’t force you.”

‘It’s my fault that all of this happened. I shouldn’t have made all of us leave you back then.’ The others went about themselves leaving you to talk with Hongjoong through your minds. ‘I was scared that you would die after letting us drink your blood on a regular basis.’ You watched his serious expression as he intently stared at you from afar.

‘I know from the start what I’m getting myself into, Joong. I had no regrets.’ That made him think for a brief moment before talking back as usual. “But, you won’t live as long as us unless you turn. Are you willing to do that?” He questioned.

“I would. Even if my family found out, they have no say in this. It’s my choice, my life after all.” You convinced him and noticed how his fingers curled into fists. Did I say something wrong? You thought to yourself.

“He actually wants to hug you right now but he’s still upset with himself.” Mingi voiced all of a sudden earning death glares from Hongjoong. You wanted to laugh at how adorable Hongjoong was at the moment, trying to keep his cool composure until Mingi exposed his inner thoughts.

Of course he would bottle up his feelings, being a figure that everyone looks up to but you finally got to see him smiling shyly for the first time, it made your heart skip a beat.

Seonghwa who left earlier, came back to you and handed a half filled wine glass. You took it from him and had a questioning look on. “You can turn into one of us if you drink that. It’s blood. All eight of us combined.” He revealed.

Before you could react to what he said, someone else beat you to it. “When did you get our blood?” Yunho asked in bewilderment but suddenly added right after, “You know what, don’t answer that.” Seonghwa rolled his eyes at Yunho and gave his attention back to you.

“We understand if you don’t want to do it.” He wasn’t even trying to hypnotise you into drinking it because you were already drawn to him, to all of them.

You looked at each one of them before gulping down the liquid. The copper taste lingered on your tongue longer than you expected and you started to feel light headed as well. Darkness engulfed you once again.

Your eyes fluttered open as the familiar feeling of being pressed against two bodies greeted you. The first thing you noticed was that you were lying down on a bed, and the next thing was a head pressed against your right side with his arm resting on your waist. It was Wooyoung, he was shirtless and had bandages around his chest, both his palms were bandaged as well. You softened at the sight of him and slowly brought your hand up to pat his head gently.

The one on your left was no other than San, his face rested in the crook of your neck as his left hand cradled the side of your face. You slowly turn to look at his face and notice the fading bruises on his cheekbones and jaw. Wriggling your way out from them has always been a challenge thus you stayed in the same position not wanting to wake them up.

“You’re up.” You only realised then that Jongho was there sitting on a chair by the bed. “How long have you been sitting like that?” You whispered. “Since they put you in bed.” He smiled at you too which you told him to come closer so you could hug him. Your arms went around his neck as he stroked your head. “I’m glad all of you are fine. I was so scared something would go wrong that night.” “We’re all here, aren’t we?” He assured you.

Pulling away from the hug he then said, “Yunho told us you drank the combined blood. Are you feeling okay?” “I’m fine, just feeling kind of dizzy.” He nodded in understanding and went to the door.

“I guess it’s still too early for any effects but the others had been listening to us from behind this door.” Truth be told, all of them were outside just like Jongho said. Yunho was the first to come in and crossed his arms at the sight in front of him.

“Honestly, I wanted to be with you too but those two were fast and kicked everyone else from your room.” You chuckled lightly, that sounded like something these two would do. “They only share you with each other and none of us. How childish.” Mingi added and Yeosang only shook his head at their remarks. Seonghwa watched the scene unfold from the door with a soft smile.

All of a sudden, you felt a pair of fangs bite into your skin and instead of feeling pain you felt nothing but a hint of pleasure. The others watched as you tried to bite down any kind of sound from coming out. Unknowingly to you, their eyes turned red at the sight of you biting your lips, feeling euphoric at being bitten down.

“You should tell them to leave, baby. I want you all to myself now that I can have you without hurting you.” San’s lips hovered over your earlobe before biting it lightly. You tried to say something but then Wooyoung crawled up to your face and slowly went down to claim your lips with his.

It felt like forever since you last kissed each other and even though your hearts weren’t beating as normally, the spark was still evident. You felt like kissing him forever but he pulled away, licking his lower lip as a smirk painted his face.

“I know we can’t suck your blood, now that mine is flowing in your veins. But we can still enjoy you like always. Right, babe?” You innocently nodded at his words, fully captivated. You heard someone cough and all three of you turned to no other than Hongjoong.

His red pupils darkened at the sight of you breathing heavily between the two of them. “I know both of you won’t move so I’ll invite myself instead.” He announced before moving to the bed.

San grumbled and moved away from you and Wooyoung had rested his back on the headboard, watching Hongjoong’s every move.

Hongjoong pulled you up and positioned your body in between his legs. “I won’t ever think of leaving you again. I’m sorry.” He gazed at your face lovingly.

You cupped his face and responded with a knowing smile. “I’ll forgive you if you can make it up for it, hmm?” He let out a laugh and tilted his head to the side. His tongue stroke over his fangs, eyes locked to yours.

"We have all the time we want. Now that all of us are going to live together forever.”