Stormy Night

Stormy Night

Yeosang x Reader x San

Requested!

tw: poly relationship

note: for someone who loves rainstorms this was kind of difficult for me hahahah and this somehow turned out pretty fluffy. Anyways, enjoy the read!

The loud rumbling from outside woke you up almost instantly. It was both a scare and a blessing. Your chest heaved up and down at a pace you didn’t know was possible.

Slowly sitting up, you grabbed your phone and checked the time. It was just a couple of hours after midnight and now you were wide awake. Somehow it felt unsafe to be in your room all of a sudden.

You breathed in sharply before forcing yourself out of the room and padding along the dark hallways of your apartment. Gripping tightly on your phone that now acted as a weapon as well as a temporary comfort object as you manoeuvred your way to Yeosang’s room.

You prayed that he left his door unlocked because heading to your other boyfriend’s room was another journey that you don’t want to start in such a state. The door opened easily and wasting no time you rushed into bed, curling yourself under the covers as another thunderclap occurred and the sound of rain could be heard. 

The way you curled in a fetal position and his shirt crumpling in your fists woke Yeosang up. He was trying to decipher what was going on and said nothing but gathered you in his arms. “Can I sleep here?” You’re aware that he’s not too fond of physical affection except for light pecks and holding hands.

But you didn’t know why Yeosang came to mind in times like this. He can even let you hug one of his pillows if he’s uncomfortable but his hoarse voice said otherwise. “That must have startled you.” That had you snuggled impossibly close to him. 

“I had a bad dream too.” The rainfall could be heard very clearly and you hoped there were no thunders around, getting startled by them tires you. Yeosang leaned back and examined your face. “A bad dream?” A soft smile grazed his face when you nodded back.

“Want to talk about it?” Right then a flash from the window caught your eyes but before you could react, he quickly pulled your head back to his chest to drown out the thunderous noise that came after.

Letting out an exasperated sigh, you backed away to see him giving you an assuring smile, lightly stroking your cheek. “I’m sorry I can’t do anything to stop this rainstorm, love. You want to talk about that dream you had?” Biting your lips unsure if this was going to help distract you but it was better than waiting for the next thunder to rumble and get scared about it all over again.

As you told him how you were at the movie theatre and suddenly an old man came up to you and grabbed not only your half empty popcorn box but Yeosang as well, he couldn’t help and chuckle at the story. But you were so into it that you frowned when he did so. “Why did he have to take you away from me?! Is the popcorn not enough?”

You then started to relax as you felt his fingers gently caressing your back all the while as you talked. “Maybe because San is on the other side so he grabbed me instead?” You lightly hit his chest when he said that and he burst into another round of laughter.  

As if the word got to him, the bedroom door burst open and San walked over to the bed on your side and went straight under the covers. “This is nice. But why are you here with Yeosang?” It was time for story telling again. San was so engrossed in what you had to say that he had you turn over on your side.

Your other lover who’s been hugging you since earlier now left tracing patterns on your palm that laid open on the pillow. He didn’t mind as he himself was getting sleepy and thankfully San had you occupied instead of the bad weather outside of your shared apartment.

“So that’s what happened.” You finished off and would occasionally curled your fingers as Yeosang played with your hand. “Don’t worry, baby. No one will take me away from you.” San exclaimed. You smiled back feeling content to be in such a warm place with your two favourite people.

“You’re such a sweet talker.” Seeing the chance, he leaned over and pressed his lips over yours. What was supposed to be a peck turned into a sudden make out session.  

Yeosang only realised what was happening next to him when you squeezed his hand due to the sudden crash from outside. It startled you yet your lips were still against San who held the back of your head as he deepened in the kiss. You gripped his shirt slowly feeling breathless.

“Enough kissing.” He finally stopped when Yeosang's hand pushed him away from you. Only then you were able to catch your breath.

“You don’t feel scared anymore right, baby?” You could only stared back in your flustered state. “The kiss worked!” He attacked you with another kiss before nuzzling into your neck as he mumble something.

“Yeosang’s just jealous. I bet he wants a kiss too.” 

Your cheeks were hurting from smiling too much. But in times like this, their endless bickering was what helped you calm down.

“I heard that.”

You felt Yeosang move from behind as he placed an arm over you and lightly pushed San away with his leg. The latter won’t give up for sure and threw his leg and arm over both of you in a group hug. “San, it’s getting kind of warm now.” You tried to wriggle out but he only held your hands closer with closed eyes, ignoring your words.

Letting out a sigh, you decided to try and go back to sleep. The rain didn’t bother you as much anymore as their faint breathing accompanied you back to slumber.  

🖤 Ateez Thinks Your Belly's Lovely 🖤

🖤 This is for my plus-size Atinys who are babes with bellies. If no one’s told you how absolutely fucking sexy your belly is, you’re about to hear it now you badass goddess. Let’s get into it. 

🖤 Pairing: ot8!ateez x chubby!fem!reader

🖤 Genre: le smut, all of le smut

🖤 Warnings: unprotected sex, cream pie, squint & you miss it soft dom vibes, lots of belly squishing/kissing/grabbing cause they love it, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, breeding kink, hickeys, nicknames (princess, good girl), cockwarming

🖤 Yeosang loves to eat you out up against the wall, one of your legs thrown over his shoulder and his face buried between your thighs licking up and down your delicate folds. There’s nothing like bringing his mouth up to nibble on your belly while he’s drunk off of your pussy, his face wet with your juices. He could stay on his knees all night leaving little marks on your stomach as his fingers drag along the walls of your warm pussy, gently coaxing you toward your high. 

🖤 Jongho needs to have you on your back when he’s working his tongue deep enough into your core that his nose rubs against your stiff, twitching clit when he looks up to watch you make those pretty faces that you do. His hands are basically glued to your belly from the start, his fingers addicted to its softness. He grips it even harder when your back begins to arch, the muscles beneath your plush contracting as you cry out his name and completely ruin his sheets for the third time tonight. 

🖤 San thinks you have the most beautiful face he’s ever seen but he’ll never pass up the chance to have you on all fours for him, your gorgeous ass raised in the air as you take every rigid inch he feeds into your warmth until he bottoms out and you’re trembling enough that he has to hold you up. He could grab your hips but it’s always your belly instead. It gets him harder than anything to caress it, feeling that satisfying jiggle each time he slams you back down against him, hitting your sweet spot just the way you like. 

🖤 Mingi never cums harder than when he can watch your belly jiggle while he fucks into you, your arousal sticky and sweet along his length when he pulls out to see how wet he's made you. As if he can’t feel it. He has the most fun when he slides out enough that only the swollen tip of his cock remains in you and you’re pouting like the princess you are. He’s in heaven grabbing handfuls of your stomach when the teasing gets to be too much and you’re rocking yourself up and down on his cock, more needy than you’ve ever been. 

🖤Yunho doesn’t need there to be any motion at all to enjoy your belly. His favorite nights are ones spent with you sitting in his lap with your back to him and your pussy hugging his cock. He keeps his hands under your t-shirt, twisting your perky nipples and kneading your belly. You’re ethereal when you’re blissed out like this, leaning back to whisper how much you want him. He could go on like this all night, smoothing your belly with his palms, feeling you clench tighter and tighter until you’re cumming and mewling in his lap. 

🖤 Hongjoong has made it clear that doesn’t want you to ever have to lift a finger to cum. All you have to do is lay back and be pretty while he makes sure that you feel good. If you want, he’s more than happy to sit between your legs and watch the juices trickle out of you from how intensely the vibrating head of your wand stimulates your clit. The power of the vibrator when it brushes against your belly always sends little shockwaves through it that make it impossible to resist reaching up to indulge in its plushness. 

🖤 Hwa can’t focus on anything else on those days when he knows you’re at home, panties soaked from how desperate you are for him to finish work and come breed you. You’re such a good girl when it comes to taking every drop of thick white seed he can fill your womb up with. Afterward, he cuddles up beside you with his head on your belly, his fingers plugging up your fluttering pussy to make sure nothing spills out. He loves to kiss your belly and nuzzle against it, whispering praises that make you feel as special as you are. 

🖤 Woo isn’t ashamed to admit what a simp he is, and always will be, for your body. You have him salivating when you walk around the apartment in nothing but a thong that highlights the curve of your lower belly and a super short crop top that barely covers your tits. It’s incredibly hot when your belly squishes and bounces as you do regular household chores. It’s usually only a matter of minutes before he folds and has you riding him on any surface he can get you on, letting you use his cock to stretch and please your gushing core.

Two of a Kind

Pairing: Mingi x Fem Reader x Yunho

Summary: The downside to having two boyfriends is that there are two of them. You find yourself outnumbered more often than not, especially when they live to tag team against you.

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI due to adult content. Unprotected sex, fingering, oral (male and female receiving), some dom and sub mechanics, overstim to a forced orgasm, use of pet names, praising with a little degradation(the usual with me).

Word Count: 3,300 and some change.

Author’s Note: I thrive off these two. They’re nothing but trouble. I had kinda taken a break from writing recently due to some irl stuff but wanted to share this draft I had with you guys. My Ateez readers have been very patient with me. 🥺💜

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The downside to having two boyfriends is that there are two of them. You find yourself outnumbered more often than not, especially when they live to tag-team against you. That was how tonight was going. The second you left the kitchen after packing up the leftovers from dinner, you were cornered. You giggled nervously, wondering what the two were doing as they blocked your path. Yunho stood in front of you with Mingi right behind you. You are prey between them and you loved it. Before you had time to ask about what the two were scheming, Yunho cut you off mid-sentence to hoist you over a shoulder to carry you to the shared bedroom. Even if you attempted to wiggle free, you knew your escape was futile. Not that you minded that. You enjoyed nights when the two of them are in the mood to fool around.

Yunho was gentle when he placed you down in the middle of the bedroom. You waited, curious what the two wanted now, watching while they moved to sit on the bed. Mingi spoke up, telling you to strip. No funny business, no need for a cute little show, just straight to the point. You obliged the command, pulling off your clothes and leaving them in a pile on the floor. Hands of yours resting at your sides as the two of them took in the view. Their gaze was hungry. You loved being lusted after. No better feeling than being wanted by your men.

Yunho sighed at the sight of you. “I need to ruin her.”

“Calm yourself.” Mingi snickered before motioning you over. “Come here, baby.”

You approached the bed, a giant smile on your face, ready to play with both of them. Mingi had taken the time to sit in the middle of the bed, letting his back rest against the headboard. Yunho guided you on your back as he placed himself between your legs. Mingi hooked his arms around your middle to hoist you higher, letting you rest against his chest. His arms stayed wrapped around you to keep you where he wanted you. Both of you have your attention on Yunho now.

Yunho’s touch is gentle, trailing his hands up your thighs, spreading your legs further apart. “What a beautiful pussy. All for me to tease.”

Mingi speaking up had your cheeks heating in embarrassment. “Is she wet already?”

“Of course.” Yunho’s gaze met yours as he ran his fingers up and down your slit. “She always is. Just looking at her gets her going.”

You cursed Yunho out mentally. He was right. Both of them knew you well. Neither of the two were expecting an answer from you, so you let them talk as if you weren’t there. Mingi was encouraging Yunho to have fun with you. There was no time to prepare before Yunho’s tongue along your folds. All you could do was watch while he flatted his tongue to drag across your slit in long strokes. You moaned at the sensation. It felt wonderful. A moment later, you felt him slip a finger into your hole to prepare you for a cock.

“Look at that. Your hole just sucks his finger in.” Mingi said with nothing but admiration. “So tight he can’t even use two fingers.” Your head fell backwards to rest on his chest, mewling at the touch. Mingi’s still muttering in your ear. Shamelessly describing to you what Yunho is doing, as if you can’t see him. His voice is sickly sweet when he speaks again. “Tell him, tell him how good he makes you feel.”

“So good. So fucking good. Oh, fuck.”

You locked eyes when Yunho as he started flick his tongue against your clit. Delightful, heavenly almost. The sensations were exciting your body. Yunho eased another finger inside of you to work your hole open. The mix of saliva and your own wetness made the glide easier. It took all your power to not buck back against his fingers every time the two digits curved deep inside of you. He happily was using his long fingers to tease the sensitive spots inside you.

Every little jolt of pleasure had you squirming already. You could feel every rumble when Mingi chuckled. Mingi was loving the show in front of him. You feel the growing erection pressed against the small of your back. However, he would not let Yunho have all the fun. His hands wandered to your breasts. The pads of his fingers ghosted over your nipples. Touch just light enough to get the buds to harden. Your hands came to Mingi’s own to stop him. It had become ticklish.

“You’re not in control here. Move your hands.” There was a warning in his voice. You tried to explain, but Mingi didn’t care, going back to teasing your nipples with his light touches. “Just behave and let us play with you.”

Mingi was the least of your worries. Yunho is on a mission to force you closer to an orgasm as quickly as possible. Now working a third finger inside of you. His other hand pressed firmly against your thigh to keep you from trying to close your legs. Yunho was struggling to keep your writhing body still, but he didn’t let it bother him. Only focusing his attention on bringing you pleasure. It was working. You felt your core muscles tighten. Pressure building, almost too much to handle.

The words came rushing out of your mouth. “Can I come?”

“I don’t know, can you?” Mingi said, mocking you. This was one of his favorite games. He knew how well behaved you are. You ingrained the need for permission in your own time and are always one to follow their rules. Not much of a brat attitude in you. You got off on being obedient. “Ask correctly, baby.”

You groaned, trying to hold back your orgasm. “Please? May I come? Please?”

Mingi seemed to ponder on the answer. As if waiting to see your reaction. To see if you could hold out. Orgasm denial was nothing new to you. Edging has become a routine recently. One of the few new things introduced to you. Several discussions took place about things you wanted to try. Sex with your previous partner had felt plain, practically boring. So when the opportunity came up to have a more adventurous sex life, you were thrilled. The pair introduced new things after safe words and limits were established. The aim is not to force you to use your safe word, but merely to challenge you harmlessly. You loved it as much as the two of them do.

“Come, baby. Come for us.”

You let yourself go before Mingi even finished his sentence. Unable to hold back any longer. The knot in your core unraveling as a state of bliss hit you, causing you to rock your hips back against Yunho’s fingers. A thank you left your mouth in appreciation.

As fast as the pleasure hit, it died out. Letting you come back to your senses. Finally able to focus on Yunho still working his fingers in and out of you, pace slower now that your orgasm died out. Barely giving you a second to recover, Yunho pulled his fingers out of you to run his tongue down to your hole, lapping at your juices, acting as if you would quench a thirst on a hot day. You can’t miss his moans when he tastes you on his tongue. Wet fingers find your clit to circle. The sensitivity is enough to have you try to push him away. Mingi’s hands found your own to keep them pinned against your chest. You weren’t able to break away.

“It’s too much.” You let out a whimper, trying to shift your hips away from Yunho’s talented fingers that are working overtime. “Please.”

Mingi’s voice was low. Hot breath against your ear. “You can take it, baby. You’ve done it before.”

“I can’t. It’s too much.”

“Yes, you can. Give him one more, baby. Just one more. He wants another.”

You had no other choice but to endure. Seconds later, your second orgasm hit you. Body shaking at the intensity. Every touch of Yunho's was a buzz of electricity through you. Now teetering into an overstimulated state. Thankfully, Yunho slowed his actions down to a stop.

Once again, Mingi spoke in your ear. Offering sweet praise towards you. “You did it. I told you could handle it. Can you keep going?”

“Yes, yes, I want to.”

If there was a response from Mingi, you didn’t catch it because of Yunho coming up to crash his lips against your own in a hungry kiss. You can taste yourself on his lips and tongue when it prods past your lips. There is passion in his kiss and you match his energy.

Eventually, Yunho breaks away for a breath before peppering like kisses against your lips. You can hear him mumbling. “Need to fuck you.”

“How do you want me?”

“You already know. I don’t need to say it.”

There is a smile creeping onto Yunho’s face when he slips off the bed to strip. It’s true, you don’t need him to say a word. You promptly sit up to flip over. Now on your hands and knees waiting for Yunho to join you. Your attention travels to Mingi in the meantime. He’s on his knees now. The erection you felt straining against the confines of his shorts. You look up at him as a silent way to ask for permission. A hand of yours reaching out to run your fingers over his clothed cock.

“Go ahead, baby. I know you want it.”

“Always do.”

There is a chuckle from Mingi when you fumble to pull his shorts down his hips. You know you appear eager, but the both of them love that about you. There isn’t a selfish bone in your body, always ready to please the two of them however they want. It’s how you have always been. Nothing makes you feel better than the bliss you bring to your two partners. There is no need to command anything from you. Simply ask and you’ll do it and in return for such good behavior, they rewarded you.

One of your hands wraps around his cock as you drag your tongue up from the base to the tip. You stroked his cock while your tongue drags across and around the head of his cock. The low groan that leaves Mingi ignites a fire in you as you take his cock into your mouth. You wanted more of those beautiful noises he made.

Mingi’s hands find their way into your hair to keep the strands away from your face. A whimper leaves you when Mingi pulls on your hair to keep you inches away from his cock. “Come on now. You told me you wanted my cock and now you’re not even trying. Suck my cock.”

He knows how badly you want to please him. He just loves to tease you. You are fighting his hold, trying to inch closer. Your tongue could brush against the head of his cock, lapping up the bead of pre-cum that had formed. Mingi’s hold loosens and you lunge forward to wrap your lips around the head of his cock once more. He sighs at your eagerness as you suck. “That’s more like it. Such a good little cocksucker.”

You moaned around Mingi’s cock when Yunho slips into your wet hole. There was a pause from you. The slow drag of Yunho’s cock was a distraction as he rocked his hips. His thrusts are heavenly. You had missed this, missed them. Nothing better than your two lovers using you. If you could make the moment last forever, you would have.

There were light pats on one of your cheeks as Mingi rocked his hips forward. “Don’t get distracted, baby. I told you to suck my cock. Do what you’re told.”

You tried your best to concentrate. Yunho will go at his own pace. You don’t need to do anything for him right now. All you needed to focus on was Mingi. Your cheeks hollowed out as you bobbed your head, letting your actions be messy. Saliva trailing down his cock onto the hand you have warped around the base of his cock to stroke what you can’t fit into your mouth. There has always been a struggle to take Mingi’s full length, but you don’t let it stop you from trying.

“How’s that pussy feeling?”

“Wonderful as always.” Yunho said through pants. Hands on your hips grip tighter. Yunho was progressively picking up speed. The power of his thrusts was enough to send you forward, forcing you to take more of Mingi’s cock. This aggression was something you chased after. There was always a bit of possessiveness paired with his actions. Enough to always send a shiver down your spine in excitement. “Never could tire of this. She was made for us.”

“And only us.” Mingi says with a thumb stroking your cheek. You tried your best to glance up at Mingi, seeing a look of adoration on his face. “Our pretty plaything. So willing to take everything we offer.”

Mingi’s words seemed to not only affect you. Yunho was struggling to keep momentum. Every noise out of him sounded desperate with every rut of his hips. “I’m so close.”

“Already? I thought you said you wanted to ruin her.”

“If I do, you won’t be able to fuck her.”

You love it when the two talk about you like this. As if you really are just a toy. It’s clear as day that you can hear them. The two know this, but it’s just another way to get you riled up. Enough to have your mind go blank and pussy clenching to keep whoever’s cock buried inside of you.

Suddenly, Yunho pulled you away from Mingi to flip you over on your back in one fluid motion. Yunho chuckled at the confusion on your face. He was quick to bring a hand down to his cock, to not lose traction with his orgasm. “As much as I love stuffing that pussy of yours, you are the prettiest decorated with our cum.”

You let out a hum of approval. Mingi gave a few words of encouragement to you, commanding you to touch yourself for Yunho’s sake. Happy to oblige, you brought a hand down to your folds, already puffy and slick from use. Two fingers slipped in as you moved them in and out. “Please? I need it.”

“Whatever you want.” Yunho said with a groan. His hand teased the head of his cock while he hovered over you. A few seconds later, his hot seed spilled onto your arm and stomach. Yunho let himself enjoy the aftershocks. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment. The strokes slowed down to make sure every drop landed on you. A look of gratification on his face. He gave a pat on your thigh before moving away to plop down next to you. “Thank you, baby.”

You nodded, trying to express all the love you had for him. Yunho lets you ramble on before capturing your lips in a kiss. This time, slow and sensual. Enough of a distraction. You don’t even notice your hand being pulled away from your pussy. Mingi moved in between your thighs. You felt the tip of his cock prod at your opening before sheathing himself inside you. You gasped, giving Yunho the opportunity to slip his tongue past your lips.

Tonight was different the more you thought about it. Mingi had called the shots tonight. His control over the playtime surprised you. Nights between you guys were soft and playful, with a commanding Yunho in the lead. This was unfamiliar territory, but you loved it. You had discussed with Yunho the desire to have Mingi be more authoritative with you. You wanted him to match Yunho’s energy, at the very least.

You would obey no matter how they presented themselves, but you enjoyed the roughness tonight had. You didn’t need harsh demands or degradation. Just rough enough actions to remind you who you trusted to have control. A roughness that showcased a desire to fuck you senseless without the two acting like you were fragile.

You eventually break the kiss to throw your head back. All you can hear is the sound of skin on skin. When you focus on Mingi, you see him lost in a haze. His eyes lock onto your hands when you cup your breasts.

“Look at you. Little hole taking every inch of his cock.”

Mingi chuckles to himself. “And to think she told me it wouldn’t fit the first time she saw it.”

“Now I…” You’re struggling to get your words out. “Can’t get enough.”

“Exactly. Good girls always stay cock hungry.”

Mingi leans forward, placing his hands near your head to support himself. The new angle has your thighs pressed closer to your body. He caged you under him. You find yourself yet again in a position to endure what your lover gives you. Mingi’s intent is to ruin you in the best way he can. Every thrust was strong enough to knock the air out of your lungs.

Another loud moan leaves you. “Fuck, it feels so good.”

“Do you think you can come on his cock?” Yunho’s hand works its way between your sweaty bodies towards your clit. “I think you should try.”

There was an attempt to reply, but the words remained trapped in your throat. All you could do was blankly stare at the amused expression plastered on his face. You knew the second Yunho’s fingers circled your clit that an orgasm was approaching.

The muscles in your stomach tightened as your vision went white. Another orgasm overwhelmed you, flooding you head to toe with a state of ecstasy. You could hear Mingi groan. No doubt enjoying the way your walls spasmed around his cock, trying to keep him deep inside you.

Mingi buries his face into the crook of your neck. “Ah, so tight. Don’t worry baby, I’ll give you my cum.”

It isn’t long till Mingi’s thrusts become sloppy. You know he’s close. You want him to relish in his own high. Especially after the generous orgasms the two gave you. To help him, you beg for him to come.

“Yeah baby? I should reward you for how well you have been behaving tonight.” Mingi says while rushing to pull his cock out. Orgasm peaking the second his hand wrapped around his cock. You stare as the ropes of cum spurt out of his cock to paint your stomach, only adding to the load that had already dried on your skin.

Mingi is breathless by the time his hand comes to a stop. He’s frozen in place as he sits back. His eyes locked on you when he spoke. “So fucking pretty like this.”

You hum in response, admiring the mess he made. “Thank you for the gift.”

There was a smile cheek to cheek on his face while he watched you dip a finger into the mess to smear it across your body, then up to your mouth to taste. Mingi watches with a familiar warm look. “You are amazing.”

“I just want to be good for you.”

“You are very good. Which is perfect because we enjoy spoiling good girls.” It was Yunho that had spoken up this time. His fingers gentle as he turned your face to focus on him. You couldn’t help giggling with him peppering light kisses on your face. “Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?”

“I’d like that. This is kinda annoying to deal with. Great in the moment, but after? Not so much.”

“We’ll get you taken care of, baby. We’re not done with you, anyway.”

You smile in response, loving the sound of that. A brief break and you will be ready to go as long as the two want. Even if the rest of the night is just light, lazy touches with no urgency to get off. All you want is to stay caught up in between the two of them.

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NEVER SAY NEVER — masterlist

　　　　　never say never !

synopsis. something about the eight most well-known boys of your campus just didn't sit right with you, so you never gave any effort to interact with them. but after a series of... interesting incidents, they can't seem to leave you alone. pairing. college students! vampires! ot8! ateez x fem! reader. genre. fluff, angst, eventual smut, college au, vampire au. warnings. blood, violence, gore, alcohol consumption, swearing, eventual smut.

current word count. 20.9k

lilo's notes. taglist is open please send an ask to be added. interact if you enjoy the story or have any feedback, i love reading comments.

main masterlist

act i.

　i. over my dead body. // ii. the pinkette. // iii. rock paper scissors. // iv. rotten lemons. // v. coca cola mashita. // vi. that's for the breasts, sir. // vii. the latter option. // viii. as you wish, princess. // ix. flowers on vines. // x. [ coming soon . . . ]

act ii.

　n/a.

　NEVER SAY NEVER　©　seonghwaddict, 2023

fate - park sunghoon [complete]

synopsis. managing to hide your secret for the last five years, you had gotten used to lying through your teeth about what you really were. but as you stood in your kitchen at two am, lips stained red and eyes locked with sunghoon’s, your words failed you. how were you going to get yourself out of this one?

pairing. sunghoon x female reader

genre. social media au, fluff, comedy, smut, angst a lil (not much i promise), this is going to be a silly smau lots of dumb loser nerd hoon in this one hehe

characters. enhypen, zhanghao, hanbin and jiwoong of zb1

warnings. this is a supernatural smau, depictions of vampires will be my interpretation and may be different to yours, lots of swearing, mentions of blood and death, smut eventually

start date. 26/07/23

end date. 06/09/23

taglist. CLOSED

profiles and info.

part one - sunoo favouritism.

part two - his ass is not studying.

part three - why's he kinda...

part four - intimidating vampire talk.

part five - touch some grass.

part six - so heeseung has a chance?

part seven - playing hard to get.

part eight - you're beyond help.

part nine - I can fix her.

part ten - hey tayo.

part eleven - I just be lying sometimes.

part twelve - eat rocks.

part thirteen - wishing taerae a speedy recovery.

part fourteen - hard to love.

part fifteen - block him or whatever.

part sixteen - elon take him down.

part seventeen - bro you're kinda fine bro.

part eighteen - thirst trapping on main.

part nineteen - reassurance.

part twenty - chaconne, the national anthem.

part twenty one - that should be me.

part twenty two - meet me outside.

part twenty three - oomf's and moots.

part twenty four - one like and I'll bite him.

part twenty five - father status revoked.

part twenty six - we have space at home.

part twenty seven - proud of you.

part twenty eight - whenever you're ready.

part twenty nine - sweetheart.

part thirty - I'm yours.

part thirty one - all out of braincells.

part thirty two - I would absolutely body minjae's lines.

part thirty three - past your bed time buddy.

part thirty four - you were me once.

part thirty five - gEt OvEr It.

part thirty six - good girl.

part thirty seven - such a bad boyfriend.

part thirty eight - not now hanbin I'm mourning.

part thirty nine - let him cook.

bonus part - down bad.

part forty - ride or die.

misfits IX

⇥ pairing: ot8 ateez x fem! reader

⇥ warnings: physical fights, anxiety, depression, mentions of suicide, mentions of blood, character death, suicidal thoughts and intentions

⇥ word count: 7.2k

⇥ a/n: in this chapter it may be very triggering to those who have gone through abusive, suicidal, life threatning situations. read with care please. i love you all!

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--- THIS IS AN 18+ FANFICTION MINORS DO NOT INTERACT ---

Making your way towards school, a sense of unease settles within you, noticing that the usually bustling entrance appears strangely vacant. Only a few faces pass by, and a heavy silence hangs in the air, contrasting starkly with the usual lively atmosphere. Your footsteps echo in the quiet corridor as you head towards your classroom, a knot of anticipation forming in your stomach. Suddenly, a group of girls rush past you, their voices filled with excitement and urgency. Initially, you try to ignore their chatter, focusing on reaching your destination. However, a particular snippet of conversation seizes your attention, causing your heart to skip a beat. The words spoken are like a thunderclap in your ears, freezing you in your tracks. Unable to resist, you strain your ears, desperate to catch any further information. Their voices carry a mix of shock and speculation, creating an unsettling tension in the air. The words they speak seem to hang in the silence, seeping into your consciousness and intensifying your growing sense of dread. Your heart pounds in your chest, a combination of fear and curiosity gripping you.

“Apparently the whole friend group was being vicious to her, her brother just found out and is going to sort that piece of shit out.”

Your world threatens to crumble around you, the words of the girl echoing in your mind, panic surges through your veins, propelling you into action. Without a second thought, you sprint in the direction where the two people vanished, your heart pounding in your chest. With each stride, your determination intensifies, fuelled by a mix of fear and concern for your dear friend's well-being. Rounding a corner, you are met with a disturbing sight—a crowd of people gathered in a tight circle, their collective energy palpable. Anxiety grips your entire being as you push your way through the throng, desperately trying to reach the centre of attention.

Amidst the sea of faces, you hear a heart-wrenching cry, instantly recognizing it as Hwa's voice. Panic tightens its grip around you, urging you to hasten your steps. Finally, at the front of the crowd, you witness the harrowing scene before you, a confrontation between Hwa and another student named Dae. Hwa lies on the ground, blood trickling from his broken lip, while Dae stands over him, seething with anger.

Protective instincts kicking in, overwhelming your senses as you attempt to break through the circle of onlookers. Determination fuels your efforts, urging you to reach Hwa, to shield him from further harm, and to remove him from this dangerous situation. But just as you're about to reach him, a restraining hand grips your shoulder, digging into your skin, effectively holding you back.

Turning to face your captor, you recognize him as one of Dae's friends, a knot of frustration and anger forming in your chest. Desperation fills your voice as you plead with him to let go, to release you so you can help your injured friend. The intensity of the moment heightens, with emotions swirling in a tumultuous mix of fear, anger, and the unwavering desire to ensure Hwa's safety.

“You are a piece of trash, Park.” Dae speaks, his voice echoing around the hallway.

“Leave me alone, please.” Hwa’s voice is broken and trembling, causing tears to fall from your eyes, still urgently trying to free yourself from the grip you are being held in.

“Did you and your friends really think you could get away with hurting my baby sister?” Dae growls, his anger evident as he grabs Hwa by the collar of his shirt, pulling him up to meet his face.

“Please, I don’t know what you are talking about.” Hwa exclaims, his voice still as soft as it has always been, tears falling from his eyes.

“Look at you playing dumb.” In a harrowing display of cruelty, Dae continues to taunt and assault Hwa, revelling in the encouragement of the cheering crowd. Horror overtakes you as you witness the repeated acts of violence, unable to bear the sight of your friend being subjected to such brutality.

A primal scream escapes your throat, a desperate plea for the torment to cease. The sound reverberates through the air, carrying with it the depth of your anguish and the plea for mercy. Every inch of your being is consumed with the need to protect Hwa, to shield him from further harm. Summoning all your strength, you manage to break free from the grip that had held you back, propelled by a surge of adrenaline. Falling to your knees at Hwa's side, you cradle his head in your trembling hands, tears streaming down your face in anguish and disbelief.

In that moment, time seems to stand still as you take in the sight before you; one of your closest friends, someone you have grown to love, now bearing the physical scars of this vicious assault. The weight of the situation settles heavily upon you, powering a mix of anger, sorrow, and an unwavering determination to protect and support Hwa in any way possible.

Gently, you caress his bruised face, your touch an offering of comfort and reassurance amidst the chaos. Your voice trembles as you speak softly, vowing to be there for him, to stand by his side through the pain and the healing process. Unconditional love and unwavering loyalty radiate from your every word and touch, as you silently vow to do whatever it takes to ensure Hwa's well-being and seek justice for the injustice inflicted upon him.

“___.” Hwa exclaims, anxious as to why you have appeared here, involving yourself in his drama, wanting you to get as far away as possible from here.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you.”

“What have we here?” Dae questions, confused as to why you of all people would come to Hwa’s rescue.

Gaze lifting towards Dae, a surge of anger courses through your veins, fuelling a fierce determination to confront the source of your friend's suffering. The sight of him, callously laughing at Hwa's pain, ignites a burning rage within you.

“Fuck off Dae.” Your voice is bitter, threatening the man to stay away.

The laughter echoing around you intensifies the flames of fury within you, driving an indignant rage that propels you forward. The collective amusement of the crowd only strengthens your resolve to shield Hwa from any further harm. With a surge of determination, you crouch down beside Hwa, carefully slipping your arms underneath his shoulders. Your touch is gentle yet firm, as you lift him off the cold ground, cradling him in your embrace. Every movement is executed with utmost care, your focus solely on safeguarding him from any additional pain. The weight of Hwa's body against yours serves as a reminder of the vulnerability and fragility of the person you hold dear. Your protective instincts surge forth, serving as a shield against the cruelty that surrounds you.

Burning with a commitment to defend and nurture, you cast a defiant glance towards those who have found amusement in Hwa's suffering. The fury in your eyes mirrors the flames of indignation that rage within your heart. With determination etched upon your face, you steadily navigate through the crowd, disregarding the laughter and jeers that continue to echo in the air. Your focus remains solely on Hwa, your every movement calculated to ensure his safety and well-being.

“So, the mute girl finally decided to speak up. It’s a shame you are such a bitch, you are actually quite pretty.” Dae taunts you, his disgusting eyes scanning you up and down as if he is checking you out, making you feel utterly gross.

“Fuck off.” You repeat, pulling Hwa with you, away from the crowd.

“You are not going anywhere, sweet cheeks.” Dae exclaims, walking behind you and pulling on your hair harshly, causing you to topple backwards, Hwa falling with you, yet he manages to keep standing.

Your body collides with the unforgiving concrete floor, a sharp pain courses through your back, causing you to wince in agony. The impact steals your breath away, leaving you momentarily stunned and vulnerable. Yet, amidst the throbbing ache, the sound of Hwa's concerned voice calling out your name breaks through the haze. His worry for you fills the air, intertwining with the growing fury that consumes his being. Ignoring the pain that reverberates through his own body, Hwa crouches down towards you, taking your body into his grip, offering support and a lifeline in this moment of despair. With a grateful nod, you reach out to accept his hold, the touch of his warm skin bringing a sense of solace and reassurance.

“I’m okay.” You manage to whisper, Hwa helping you to your feet, you groan, your back extremely painful from the impact of the flooring.

“Look at this cute couple, guys.” Dae exclaims to the crowd, causing the crowd to erupt with noise. Satisfied with the reaction, Dae turns back to you and Hwa, who is fuming with anger.

“Why do you look so angry, Hwa?” Dae mocks the nickname you so tenderly call him, causing the boy who you call your closest friend, to see fiery red.

Before one can fully grasp the unfolding events, Hwa swiftly delivers a powerful punch directly to Dae's jaw. As a result, Dae finds himself sprawled on the floor, teetering on the brink of unconsciousness, and struggling fruitlessly to regain his composure. Hwa, on the other hand, displays remarkable composure, seemingly unfazed by the barrage of punches aimed at him. However, the moment the focus shifts to even the slightest concern for someone else, an overwhelming surge of rage consumes Hwa, overpowering his entire being.

"Let's get out of here," Hwa whispers urgently, his voice barely audible amidst the chaos. His grip tightens around your hand as he swiftly navigates through the frantic crowd, leading you towards the school's exit with a determined stride. Together, you sprint relentlessly, propelled by adrenaline and the instinct to seek refuge.

The clamour gradually fades away as you finally reach the entrance of the familiar warehouse you've frequented all too often lately. Your chests heave with exertion, breaths coming in ragged gasps, as you find relief in leaning against the sturdy door. The coolness of its surface against your clammy skin provides a momentary respite, offering a soothing contrast to the intensity of your pounding heart. Caught between physical exhaustion and a whirlwind of emotions, you struggle to discern the source of your frenetic heartbeat. Is it the aftermath of the sprint, the adrenaline coursing through your veins, or the lingering fear and anxiety from the harrowing fight you just narrowly escaped? The answer eludes you, blending seamlessly into the complex tapestry of sensations enveloping your trembling body.

“Are you okay?” Hwa questions, turning towards you, extremely concerned about you, wishing you had never got involved. Yet, he is tremendously thankful for you in this moment, for saving him from the horrific situation.

Concern etches itself into your voice as you exclaim, "Are you alright, Hwa?" Your hand instinctively reaches up, cradling his face in your grasp, delicately tracing the contours of his wounded lip and cheek. The injury, crimson and inflamed, accentuates the intensity of the moment. Time momentarily halts for Hwa as your tender touch lands upon his cheek. A rush of warmth floods his face, his cheeks flushing with a mixture of embarrassment and exhilaration. His heart skips a beat, entangled in a chaotic symphony of emotions, as the focused attention from you amplifies the intensity of his feelings.

“What were you thinking, throwing yourself in there?” Hwa exclaims, getting slightly angry at you for involving yourself in something so dangerous, and getting hurt in the meantime. However, the second he sees you flinch at his tone, he relaxes a little, taking your hand in his, trying to calm the storm in his head. Gently, he pulls you towards him, resting his forehead against yours as he caresses the back of your hand, the action causing your entire body to flare up in intense heat.

“It was dangerous, ___.” Hwa sighs, disappointed in you, yet also relieved for your defensive actions.

“You’re my friend, Hwa. I would do it again just to keep you safe.” You admit, eyebrows furrowed, worrying deeply still about the cuts adorning the man’s face in front of you.

Before you can utter another word, the comforting strength of Hwa's arms envelops your waist, securing you in a protective embrace. His voice, laced with vulnerability, reaches your ears as he confesses, "I was terrified they would hurt you, angel."

The endearing nickname, coupled with the sudden intimacy of his hug, weakens your knees, and sends a surge of electricity through your veins. Your heart, already racing, defies logic by quickening its pace even further.

Reluctantly, Hwa withdraws from the embrace, his gaze locked onto yours. In the depths of his eyes, a plea resonates as he implores, "Please promise me you won't put yourself in danger like that again. I can't control myself when it involves you." Once more, Hwa pulls your body closer to his, melding you together in a warm and tender embrace that emanates comfort and security.

“Let’s get you home.”

The journey to your house unfolds in a serene tranquillity, accompanied by the gentle rhythm of footsteps. Hwa, against your repeated protests, politely takes charge of your backpack, cradling it as if it were a precious burden. You can't help but steal glances at his side profile, where the remnants of the recent altercation have left their mark. Anger courses through your veins, directed at Dae for daring to tarnish Hwa's ethereal innocence with intentional harm.

As you near your street, you inform Hwa that you can manage from here, urging him to attend to his own injuries. Reluctantly, he relinquishes the bag, his eyes brimming with concern and adoration. A radiant smile illuminates his face as he salutes you playfully, a display of unwavering loyalty and obedience. He assures you with firm determination that he will follow your instructions, his promise hanging in the air like a tender pledge. With a mixture of longing and regret, he begins to retreat, heading back towards the familiar warehouse where his trusted friends await. Your gaze remains fixed on his diminishing figure, his silhouette merging with the shadows as he disappears around a distant corner. A sense of joy lingers within you, replaying the cherished moments etched in your mind—from the embrace that enveloped you in warmth to the tender words that danced upon his lips. It leaves you feeling both exhilarated and flustered, the blush of anticipation gracing your neck and cheeks.

Approaching your house, the remnants of your elation dissipate, usurped by a sudden shift in atmosphere. The front door, usually a barrier between the outside world and your home, reveals itself to be slightly ajar. A sense of unease settles deep within you, coiling around your heart. Despite the flicker of apprehension, you summon courage, attributing the cracked entrance to your mother's recent onset forgetfulness. The familiarity of the surroundings tries to lull your concerns, offering a fragile shield against the encroaching shadows. With cautious steps, you enter the threshold, the weight of uncertainty bearing down upon your shoulders, overshadowing the comfort of the familiar walls.

Traversing the long hallway, flashes of bittersweet memories dart through your consciousness, stirring a whirlwind of emotions that have always remained disturbing. These fragments of the past merge with the present, clouding your thoughts and leaving you in a state of introspection. With a determined stride, you make your way towards the living room, driven by the anticipation of reuniting with your mother, who likely seeks solace within those walls.

Her absence from the world, outside her locked bedroom has persisted for weeks, a sorrow-laden isolation that followed the tragic loss of your younger brother a few months ago. The weight of grief has clung to her spirit, rending her heart and soul, leaving her shattered and desolate. It's with a mix of excitement and trepidation that you approach the living room, knowing that beyond its threshold, you might find your mother, either silently engrossed in the flickering glow of the television or consumed by tears as she clings to a photograph of your departed sibling.

A sense of hope swells within you, lifted by the faint sound of her cherished soap opera resonating through the closed door. It reverberates louder than usual, yet its amplified volume fails to stir any concern within you. Instead, a profound contentment washes over you, your heart brimming with the simple joy of being able to witness your mother's face once more. With a smile adorning your features and an unmistakable sense of anticipation fuelling your every movement, your hand reaches for the cool touch of the metal doorknob. You turn it, unlocking the gateway to a reunion that holds the promise of comfort and the potential for healing.

“Mom, I missed you…” You voice trails off as you take in the scene in front of you, falling to your knees, your life feeling like it’s being ripped out of your body, a shriek ripples from your throat as you crawl towards the body of you mother, hot tears starting to stream out of your eyes like a waterfall.

“Mom, this isn’t funny, wake up. Please, I need you.”

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On the day of your mother’s funeral, you barely make it out of bed, let alone to the shower where you spend almost an hour in, just sitting on the cold tiles, your knees brought to your chest as you let the scorching hot water cascade down your body, not even paying attention to the way it tingles and pains your soft skin.

Looking into the mirror in front of you, you see how pale and lean you have gotten, your cheekbones starting to become prominent on your features, your eyebags incredibly noticeable due to the extreme lack of sleep. Nothing some concealer cannot fix.

The ceremony is long and tedious, your heart heavy with grief and your spirit fractured by loss. It's your mother's funeral, a day that should have been filled with support and unity, yet you find yourself standing alone, abandoned by the one person who should have been there. The one person who should have shared this painful moment with you, gone. Anger wells up inside, a flood of emotions threatening to spill over. How could your own father not bother to show up? The absence feels like a betrayal, a harsh reminder of the fractured relationships that have haunted your life the past few months. With each passing minute, your anger intensifies, fuelled by the profound disappointment that you carry in your heart. Yet, amidst the rage, a quiet determination takes hold, a vow to honour your mother's memory. Even if it means doing it without your father.

Standing there, your eyes transfixed on the sight of your mother's coffin being slowly lowered into the earth, a numbness envelops you, seeping into the depths of your being. The world around you begins to blur, as if a fog has descended, obscuring everything except the weight of loss that hangs heavily upon your shoulders. It feels as though the ground beneath your feet has vanished, leaving you suspended in a void of sorrow. Every ounce of energy seems to have been drained from your body, leaving you devoid of purpose.

The thought of attending school, completing exams, once a mundane routine, now feels impossible. The weight of grief renders you incapable of leaving your bed, the covers becoming a reserve for your shattered spirit. The outside world seems too vibrant, too demanding, as you struggle to find the strength to face each day.

The days blur together, spent in the quiet solitude of your room, where tears mingle with memories, and sorrow becomes the only companion that seems to understand your pain. You feel your entire body, soul, spirit breaking into thousands of pieces as reality truly dawns on you. You are alone. No matter how hard you try, she cannot escape the haunting image etched into your mind, the lifeless body of your mother, forever frozen in time. It lingers in the depths of your thoughts, an unwelcome presence that refuses to leave.

Every blink of your eyes replays the scene, as if you are trapped in an endless loop of agony. The image haunts her waking hours and infiltrates her dreams. Each time you close your eyes, the vivid details resurface, the stillness of your mother's form, the paleness of her skin, the emptiness in her eyes. The weight of this image, like an anchor to your soul, threatens to drown you in a sea of despair.

You have not seen your eight friends since the fateful day of the fight in school. In the midst of uncertainty, you find yourself hovering on the edge of anxiety, not knowing if your new friends are thoroughly searching for you. Your mind becomes a whirlwind of questions and doubts, each thought spinning faster than the next. Are they frantically combing the city streets, calling out your name in desperation? Or have they been caught up in their own lives, oblivious to your absence? You yearn for a sign, a glimmer of reassurance that they are actively searching for you, that they haven't forgotten you amidst the chaos of their daily lives, the rumours starting to claw at their backs. The nagging uncertainty tugs at your heart, and you begin to wonder if you truly hold a place in their thoughts, or if you are slowly fading into the backdrop of their existence, just how it always seems to happen.

After hearing nothing from you for almost two weeks, it’s then when they conclude that you must have heard the horrendous rumours and for some reason, believed them. It broke them harder than it did when the rumours first came out. You are leaving them, even though you promised to stay by their side, crushing their entire souls. Not being able to come up with any other solution, they decide it must be because of the deadly rumours. The conversation Yunho had with you the night it all started, rings like an anthem in the tall boy’s head, “We will get this sorted, Yuyu.” As Yunho stands in the empty warehouse, his heart shatters into countless pieces, and he struggles to comprehend the sudden disappearance of the person who had captured his soul. The pain bites at him, seeping through every fibre of his skin.

In the wake of your absence, his once soft heart transforms into a frigid block of ice, encased in an impenetrable wall. The warmth and tenderness that once explained him now give way to walls that rise, brick by brick, shielding him from the pain of vulnerability. He retreats into himself, wary of letting anyone come close enough to inflict further wounds upon his already battered spirit. The echoes of your absence reverberate within, as he navigates through the world with a guarded heart, vowing never to allow himself to be hurt in such a profound way again. You are not who you said you were.

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In the hushed darkness of the night, the city streets unfold before you as an uncharted path. Grief etches deep lines of sorrow on your face, your footsteps heavy with the weight of loss. Fresh from your mother's funeral, the ache in your heart resonates with every breath you take. You walk aimlessly, your tear-filled eyes fixed on the cold pavement, a sudden movement catches your attention. A young child, full of innocence and joy, frolics, and giggles in carefree abandon. But life's capricious nature intervenes, the child stumbles, tumbling to the ground with a startled cry. From the shadows emerges his mother, her arms outstretched in swift reflex. She cradles the fallen child, comforting him with gentle whispers and soothing caresses. The tenderness of the moment pierces your already fragile heart, intensifying your grief as you realise you no longer have anyone to rely on when you fall. A wave of anguish crashes over you, overwhelming you in a storm of sorrow. The stark contrast between the warmth of a mother's love and the void that now engulfs your existence feels unbearable. It magnifies your loss, leaving you feeling adrift in a world that once held such a vibrant life.

Darkness cloaks your spirit as you continue your solitary journey through the city. Each step deepens the ache within, a constant reminder of the irreparable void that has fractured your world. Within the twinkling city lights, tears blend with the shadows. Carrying the weight of your mourning soul, longing for comfort in the midst of the deep emptiness that envelops you. The city becomes a silent witness to your pain, as you navigate the night, seeking relief in a world that seems barren of such comfort.

Finding yourself walking up the endless flights of stairs, there is determination in your steps. Of course, the elevators are out of service, you grumble under your breath, but not finding it in yourself to get angry. It’s when you reach the top floor that your true intentions dawn on you, and for some reason, you aren’t even upset at your decision. Opening the door, you are met with the cold winter air of the outside, tickling and numbing your nose. Snuggling deeper into your coat, you slowly trudge your way onto the large rooftop, the view showing the entirety of the city. If you weren’t so emotionless, perhaps you would find the view beautiful.

You know your intentions. You intend to carry out the raging thoughts in your head. However, you let your mind be silent at this moment. Allowing your mind to truly see the view. At least your last view is a beautiful one. The lights of the city and surrounding buildings illuminates the rooftop in many colours, almost making rainbows around you. Strolling closer to the ledge, you rest your hands on the railing, it being icy to the touch, letting it cool down your burning hands.

This is it. This is all it took. Finally, the endless torment from the universe got to you. You thought you were stronger than this, truly, yet you must have overestimated yourself.

Just as you lift your leg to climb past the railing, you hear a sob sound from your left. Whipping your head to the left, your gaze locks onto a man standing perilously close to the ledge, a mere twenty metres away. Panic courses through your veins, electrifying your senses as you witness the man lift his leg, poised to climb over the railing. Instinct takes hold, overriding rational thought, propelling you into action.

With an adrenaline-fueled burst of speed, you sprint towards him, your footsteps resounding with urgency. Each stride is propelled by a desperate determination to reach him in time. As you draw closer, your hand reaches out, gripping his arm with a fierce strength, forcefully pulling him away from the ledge. The intensity of the moment disrupts your balance, and you both tumble to the ground with a resounding thud. As you gather your bearings, you cast a worried glance at the man beside you, relieved to see him on his knees, away from the precipice. A heavy sigh escapes your lips, momentarily easing the grip of fear that had held your heart captive. However, as your gaze settles upon his face, a chill of dread sweeps over you, causing fresh tears to spill from your eyes. In that heart-wrenching moment, a torrent of emotions crashes over you as you recognise the boy in front of you.

“Hwa? What the hell are you doing up here?”

Hwa's emotions ripple across his face, a spectrum of fury, realisation, and hurt unfolds before you, each expression chipping away at the innocence that once defined him. Your heart shatters, the pieces scattering like fragile glass, as you witness the profound transformation that has gripped him. The radiant glow that drew you so close to him has disappeared, leaving only fragments of its former shine. His features, usually animated and vibrant, now resemble a mask of emptiness. His gaze, locked on you, conveys disbelief and disbelief, struggling to comprehend that you stand before him, having just witnessed his desperate attempt to end his own life. Tears stain his face, tracing trails on his reddened cheeks, while his eyes remain bloodshot and swollen from the storm of emotions within him. It is a devastating sight, one that pierces your very core.

In that moment, the strength that once buoyed you crumbles, reducing you to a sobbing mess. The weight of the situation bears down upon you, threatening to drown you in a sea of sorrow. Your heart aches with a fierce empathy, as you see the depths of Hwa's pain laid bare before you.

Recognizing the anguish in his eyes, you wrap your arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace. The tremors coursing through his body reverberates through your own, a testament to the intensity of his suffering.

“Leave me alone,”

“I’m not leaving you, never.”

“You already have ___.” Hwa cries out, his heart searing even more from the pain of having you next to him, seeing him so vulnerable.

“I never left you, I am here Hwa. Please tell me what is going on.”

“It was my dad. He paid Ryu to tell everyone that we hurt her. Because of me, my friends are going through hell, this is all my fault.” Hwa’s voice is muffled by the skin of your neck, his tone choppy and fast, stuttering on his words, the air not able to reach his lungs. Trembling, Hwa attempts to speak once again, his voice quivering with raw emotion as he strives to articulate the depths of his devastation. However, the weight of his suffering proves overwhelming, constricting his throat and stifling his words. He gasps for air, a desperate, guttural wail escaping from deep within him. You find no room for anger, for your attention is wholly devoted to your friend, cradling his fragile form within your embrace.

“Why would he do that, Hwa?” You pry him for answers, anything so you are able to comfort him, to know what has his entire soul breaking down.

“Because I chose my mom over him. He can't bear that his only son, the heir to his dumb company, hates him. All because of me, he is ruining our lives.” 

The mere thought that Hwa's own father could inflict such cruelty and depravity upon his own child sears through your consciousness. It awakens a violent stream of rage, yet you suppress it, knowing that your immediate priority lies in comforting and supporting Hwa in this extremely vulnerable moment. With unwavering determination, you hold him close, his body seemingly devoid of strength as you envelop him in the warmth of your presence.

“Shh,” you stroke the back of the man’s head, trying all you can to calm him down, knowing all too well how extreme and messy his emotions are right now, the smallest things being able to set him off into another fit of sobs.

“I’m sorry, ___, I should have never involved you with us.” The grip Hwa has on your clothes is strong, as if he is trying to ground himself.

“Hwa, it’s okay. You have given me a family; you have made me the happiest I have felt in a while.”

“Please don’t leave me. I thought, we thought you had left us.”

“I’m sorry, Hwa. I won’t leave you ever again, I promise.” Your embrace around the man tightens as you bring him closer to your own body, needing the comfort just as much as he does. Gently pulling away, you look Hwa in the eyes once again, “please don’t leave me, you cannot die Hwa. You have so many people here who care so much about you. You have so much to live for.”

Reluctantly, Hwa nods his head, tears still falling down his swollen, red cheeks. Again, you pull him towards you, this time he is able to fully reciprocate the hug, his arms wrapping strongly around your waist, resting his head onto your shoulder, silent cries falling from his drained lips. For what feels like hours, you allow Hwa to weep into you, allowing him to let all his emotions out, the bitter winter air freezing the two of you, yet your body feels like it is on fire. The thoughts of your own demise, slowly seeping from your mind, your focus only able to be on the person held in your tender embrace. As you speak, you notice the subtle change in Hwa's demeanour. The tension in his shoulders easing, and his breathing becoming less laboured. You can see a flicker of light, a glimmer of hope, begin to illuminate his tear-stained face.

Time seems to stand still as the two of you remain locked in the intimate bubble, shielded from the outside world. In that sacred space, you vow to be his anchor, his sanctuary amidst the chaos. Gently wiping away his tears, you brush away the remnants of sorrow that cling to Hwa’s cheeks. With every touch, every caress, you intend to fill his brokenness with warmth and tenderness. Slowly but surely, Hwa begins to respond to your affection. His grip on despair loosens, and a twinkle of gratitude dances in his eyes. Sitting together, enveloped in a cocoon of shared vulnerability, your hearts beating in sync, amidst the shattered fragments of Hwa's anguish, you feel your bond growing stronger than ever before.

The situation feels almost surreal, like a poignant twist of fate. Here you are, providing comfort and solace to someone who was on the brink of ending their own life, even though you yourself had come to the rooftop with the same haunting intention. The irony isn't lost on you, and in this juxtaposition of emotions, you find a glimmer of understanding.

You offer your words and support, a profound realisation washes over you, a sense that perhaps the universe has a hand in this moment. It's as if it's gently nudging you, reminding you of the value of your own existence. With this realisation comes a newfound determination to embrace life, regardless of the hardships it may present.

You make a promise to yourself right then and there, a vow to keep living, to persevere through even the darkest of times. The weight of your decisions becomes palpable, and you internalise the significance of taking control over your own life. This is your journey, your path to navigate, and you're resolved to make choices that reflect your will to live.

Amidst the gravity of the situation, the exchange of comfort and support takes on a profound meaning. The connection you share with the person you're comforting underscores the intricate web of human experiences, reminding you of the complex nature of life's struggles and triumphs. As you extend a lifeline to someone else, you inadvertently extend it to yourself as well, reaffirming the powerful impact of compassion and empathy in the face of life's challenges.

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The next day, you went to the warehouse, knowing the group would be there around this time. Desperately needing to clarify to the eight why it is you suddenly disappeared. They deserve an explanation, you know it wasn’t right of you to suddenly vanish, but you have a feeling they would understand if you gave them the true reason for your childish behaviour. Chuckling slightly, you know the captain of the group would scold you for calling your actions immature, knowing he will tell you that people can deal with anguish in many bizarre, different ways.

With a mix of curiosity and hope, you gingerly push against the creaky, metal door, revealing a dimly lit interior that holds countless secrets. A flickering ray of sunlight pierces through the cracks in the worn-out roof, rays of light to beam onto the dusty concrete floor. The air carries a faint scent of aged wood and memories.

Your eyes adjust to the gloom, you expect to find the familiar sight of your companions gathered in their usual meeting spot. But as you step deeper into the vast space, your eager smile begins to fade. The echoes of your own footsteps being the only sounds that reach your ears, creating an eerie backdrop to your growing unease. The once vibrant walls, now marked by time and neglect, stood as silent witnesses to the absence that fills the room.

Darting your gaze around, searching for any trace of your friends. The chairs and couch where you had shared heartfelt conversations and wild laughter stood empty, their positions untouched since the last encounter. The remnants of forgotten games and unfinished projects lay scattered across the floor, a bittersweet reminder of your bond. Yet, your friends are nowhere to be found.

Panic mingles with confusion as you comb through the deserted warehouse, your heart sinking with each unanswered question. Did they leave in a hurry? Was there something you had missed? Your mind races, questions bounding around your head, desperately trying to work out the mystery that lies before you. Examining every corner, every shadow, desperately hoping to catch even a glimpse of your friends, to hear their familiar voices or see a glimmer of their presence.

However, the emptiness persists, only amplifying your loneliness. It feels as though time has frozen within these walls, leaving you suspended in a world that has suddenly grown cold and desolate. The warehouse, once a beacon of friendship and shared adventures, now serves as a persistent reminder of her friends' mysterious disappearance.

Just like that, they disappeared without a trace. You searched everywhere you could for them, the skatepark you heard Woo talk about, the record store their captain had bragged about almost every day, the specific part of the park with white flowers that Yeo liked to bring you to, the ice cream shop which they all went to almost every single day. There was not a single trace of them. The only memory being the beaten-up brown couch in the abandoned warehouse, which now appears to be officially abandoned.

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After a long and tiring day at school, you wearily walk through the bustling streets, your mind preoccupied with the usual worries and trivial concerns.

Since the boys mysteriously disappeared from your life, the torment you endured at school escalated to vast heights. The once-familiar hallways transformed into a battleground of constant jeering and merciless bullying. Day after day, the piercing insults and hurtful taunts relentlessly rained down upon you, leaving wounds that ran deeper than you ever imagined possible. Each cutting remark, every malicious laugh, further numbed your spirit, suffocating any remaining ember of joy within you. The weight of the cruelty you faced settled upon your shoulders like an unbearable burden, crushing your spirit and leaving you questioning your worth. As the days turned into weeks, the pain only grew, carving a ravine within your heart that seemed impossible to bridge. The constant onslaught of humiliation chipped away at your resilience, leaving you more vulnerable and isolated than ever before. The vibrant colours of life dulled as you retreated into a shell of self-preservation, shielded from the outside world by a thick armour of numbness.

In the midst of this relentless storm, you found yourself sinking deeper into the depths of despair, your emotions gradually numbed by the unending cruelty. The once-bright spark of hope that had illuminated your days dimmed, overshadowed by the darkness of your daily torment. Yet you remember the promise you made yourself.

Lost in your thoughts, you are suddenly jolted from your trance as a stranger appears before you, an unexpected intrusion into your world. Instantly, a primal instinct surge within you, gripping your heart with fear. Taking an instinctual step back, your eyes narrow warily, as your body tenses in self-defence.

But as your gaze scrutinises the stranger, a peculiar realisation washes over you. There is an undeniable gentleness emanating from him, a warmth that belies his unfamiliar presence. His eyes, though unfamiliar, carry a glimmer of understanding, as if he holds some secret knowledge. Cautiously intrigued, you find yourself leaning in, allowing curiosity to momentarily overshadow your initial apprehension.

“It’s ___, right?” The stranger's voice, when it finally reaches your ears, bears an uncanny familiarity and you find yourself wondering as to how he knows your name.

“My name is Bumjoong, I know your friends…”He speaks of your eight friends, their tender nicknames rolling off his tongue with an intimate familiarity that sends shivers cascading down your spine. A chill dances along your skin as the realisation dawns upon you – this stranger knows them, knows the depth of your connection, and knows your place within their intertwined lives.

With a mixture of trepidation and longing, you listen intently as the stranger, now revealing himself as a relative of ‘Captain’, begins to unfold a heart-wrenching truth. 

“I am not quite sure how to break this to you, but they have passed away.” He delicately confesses that your friends have passed away, their spirits departing from this earthly realm. 

A surge of desperation engulfs you, as you plead with the stranger, your voice laced with a mixture of hope and despair, yearning for answers that might provide solace or healing.

“What? What do you mean? What happened?” your voice is desperate as you plead for one answer, anything.

However, the stranger, though understanding the turmoil within you, stands resolute in his silence. Your pleas fall upon closed lips, his reasons for withholding the details shrouded in mystery. 

“I’m sorry ___, truly. You’re going to be okay.” Is all he says before slowly fading from your presence, leaving you alone with the weight of his revelation, a tempest of emotions rages within you.

“It's not true.” You say to yourself, over and over, tears falling freely from your face. 

For months on end, you wage a war against the harrowing news you received. Denial becomes your refuge, a desperate attempt to cling to the belief that your friends are still alive, that their laughter and shared moments have not been extinguished. It becomes a battle fought within the depths of your own mind, as you fiercely defend the hope that they will one day return, that this cruel reality can somehow be undone.

Yet, as the relentless passage of time weaves its threads, your resistance begins to fray. The fortress of denial that you have so painstakingly built crumbles, unable to withstand the unyielding weight of truth. Slowly, hesitantly, you open yourself up to the possibility that your beloved friends have truly departed from this world. The bittersweet tendrils of acceptance seep into your consciousness, searing your heart with an indescribable ache, as you embark on a gruelling journey through the depths of grief. With each passing day, you learn to navigate the relentless waves of sorrow, gradually embracing the harsh reality that your cherished friends are no longer with you, their presence forever etched in your memories and the ache of their absence ever present in your soul.

They are gone.

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