What Are You Watching?" You Hear Someone Asking As You Feel A Hand Sneak Around Your Waist, And The Bed

what are you watching?" you hear someone asking as you feel a hand sneak around your waist, and the bed dips under wooyoung's weight as he joins you under the covers.

"just some asmr," you answer simply, trying your best to fall asleep. wooyoung hums in response and tries to catch a glimpse of the screen of your phone, which you hold between your hands. his brows furrow when he realizes which video you're watching.

"is that seonghwa hyung?" he asks, horrified. you nod softly against him, your hair covering most of your face. you were already half asleep when he entered the room. he snatches the phone from your hand, causing you to jolt at the sudden movement. you turn to him, whining and attempting to grab your phone back.

you pout and reach out for your phone, pleading with wooyoung to give it back. "woo, please, i was watching that. just give it back to me," you whine, trying to sound as pitiful as possible. however, wooyoung holds the phone out of your reach, wearing an appalled expression.

"no way," he retorts, his voice rising in pitch. "i can't believe you're using another man to help you fall asleep when i'm right next to you. that's basically cheating!" wooyoung leans back, propping himself up on the pillows, and swipes off the app. his eyebrows raise as he turns to you. "you love him more than me!"

you sigh in defeat, realizing that there's no point in arguing when he gets dramatic like that. he's in need of affection. "wooyoung, shut up," you roll your eyes, your hands going up to your hair, trying to push it away from your face.

his own hand beats you to it, and he takes responsibility for making you look presentable. with soft movements, he pushes the hair back from your forehead, his big hand framing your face in contrast to his high-pitched screams. "you love him more than me!" his fingers feel warm against your cheeks as he squeezes them.

"no, mmph—he jusht doesn't shcream like you," you try to speak, but your mouth struggles to open.

he gasps dramatically and throws your phone to the end of the bed before pushing you onto the mattress, pinning you down. his left hand remains on your cheeks. "take that back!"

"you're literally screaming in my face right now," you deadpan, your expression unyielding. you try to move your face away from his hold, but he's stronger. annoyed, you let out a scream, while he grins mischievously.

"say you love me, and i'll let you go," he smirks, bringing his face closer to yours. his pretty brown eyes hold so much affection for you. in response, you turn your head sideways, expressing a clear "no," wanting to piss him off as much as he's annoying you right now.

"say ittttt."

"love you."

"good girl," he leans down to peck your pursed lips and finally releases you.

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Can o be added the taglist of Lime Sorbet please??? 🫶🏻

sure baby (´ε｀ )♡

as you sat at your desk, bathed in a gentle glow of light, engrossed in your math notebook, a faint knock graced your window. ordinarily, such a sound at 3am on the 9th floor of your apartment would have sent shivers down your spine, but you knew better.

with a gentle stretch, you rose from your seat, approached the window, and unlocked it, allowing it to open just a crack before returning to your spot. In a swift and silent manner, spiderman!yunho entered, his presence acknowledged by a hum from you, careful not to disturb your sleeping parents. cold hands found their place on the nape of your neck, large fingers effortlessly caressing the area.

"you used the wrong formula for c," he whispered.

tilting your head back, you met his gaze, witnessing the soft crinkle in his eyes as you pouted.

"math sucks," you complained.

he responded with a soft coo, leaning down to plant a tender kiss upon your lips, murmuring promises of future tutoring sessions.

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intrusive thoughts winning in real time

BENEATH THE SURFACE — ch 02 [lullaby]

PROMPT; mermaid!reader literally gets robbed by ateez and then falls in love w them after like they didn't just steal from her??

FEAT; pirate!ot8!ateez x mermaid!reader (slight joong + wooyoung focus)

IN THIS CHAPTER; reader in her yandere era?? stalking them FOR MONTHS and shit like girl.. we know you aint doin all that 4 ur necklace.

WRD COUNT; 4.4k

NOTES; this chapter is a little boring but i promise u the next one is gonna be better, they're finally going to meet her!! i just need to build up a little base

TAGLIST; @cookiechristie @zozoziwa @hiraii-gf @satsuri3su ; lmk if you want 2 b added!

Determined, the mermaid resolved to shadow the ship's every move, refusing to sever the only connection she had to her long-lost village. It was a decision driven by an unyielding desire to reclaim the stolen relic that served as a tether to her past.

With a fluid grace, she trailed behind the vessel, her iridescent tail propelling her through the depths of the sea. Each stroke brought her closer to the ship, bridging the gap between her present reality and the memories of her past.

The mermaid's heart ached with the weight of her loss, and she knew that surrendering the pursuit would mean severing the final thread that bound her to her origins. The stolen artifact, her necklace, held not only sentimental value but also the last remnants of a life once cherished. Letting it slip away would be an abandonment of her past, a betrayal of her own identity.

The gentle sway of the ocean currents softly calming her heartbeat, a vivid flashback swept through the mermaid's mind, transporting her back to the fateful day when tragedy befell her tranquil village. The memories surged forth, like an untamed tempest, enveloping her senses in a maelstrom of emotions.

[flashback] The once serene waters, teeming with life and harmony, transformed into a frenzied tableau of chaos and despair. The air crackled with tension, filled with the palpable fear that gripped the merfolk. Panic spread like wildfire as the sea witch unleashed her sinister powers, setting in motion a harrowing chase that would forever stain the mermaid's memories. The thunderous sounds of orcas' mighty jaws echoed through the water, reverberating with bone-chilling intensity. Their relentless pursuit, driven by the witch's dark command, sent shivers down the spines of the fleeing merfolk. Desperation mingled with the salty breeze. As the mermaid's parents, their hearts burdened with love and protectiveness, frantically sought refuge amidst the tumult, their hands trembled as they gently placed their cherished baby girl into the waiting jaw of a majestic tiger shark. Their voices quivered with urgency as they begged the creature to carry their precious child far away from the encroaching danger. The water around them hummed with their fervent prayers, intermingled with the scent of brine and the metallic tinge of blood. Neptune's mother, a guardian of the seas, recognized the gravity of the situation. With a sense of purpose, the benevolent shark embraced her role, guided by an instinctual compassion that resonated deep within her. The current surged, enveloping the young mermaid in a protective embrace, whisking her away from the imminent peril that threatened to consume her world. But the wicked sea witch, driven by an insatiable malice, refused to relent. With a savage determination, she lunged forward, her malevolent presence staining the waters around her. Her dark tendrils thrashed violently, blurring the vision of those who witnessed her onslaught. Bubbles erupted in a frenzy, obscuring the view, as the witch's assault left an indelible scar upon the infant Neptune. The phantom touch of the octopus-like sucker imprinted itself beneath his right fins, a haunting reminder of the treachery that forever altered their lives. Amidst the wreckage and anguish, Neptune's mother emerged as a beacon of solace and resilience. She cradled the orphaned mermaid, nurturing her with tender devotion, as if filling the void left by the loss of her family. Gratitude blossomed within the young mermaid's heart, a poignant symphony of love and appreciation that resonated within her being. Yet, despite the solace she found within the shark's embrace, a bittersweet longing lingered, aching for the embrace of those she had lost. [end of flashback]

To this day, the mermaid carried the weight of unanswered questions upon her heart, for the reason behind her village's targeted destruction remained shrouded in an enigmatic veil. The whispers of the ocean currents offered no solace, leaving her to grapple with the haunting mystery that had cast its shadow over her past.

Was her village merely a casualty of the sea witch's insatiable hunger for power? Or did the cruelty that descended upon them hide deeper, more intricate secrets? The mermaid yearned to unravel the truth, to unmask the hidden motives that had robbed her of a cherished home and loving community.

But despite her unwavering determination, the mermaid's quest for answers proved to be an elusive pursuit. The ocean's depths guarded its secrets fiercely, refusing to yield the truth she sought. Neptune's mother, her beloved guardian and guide, had long since departed, leaving behind a void that could never be filled. Only Neptune, her loyal companion and dear friend, remained by her side, their bond forged through shared experiences and a sense of kinship.

So absolutely not.

Her resolve to reclaim her lost necklace remained unyielding.

It was more than just a piece of jewelry; it held the memories, the love, and the very essence of herself. The necklace was a tangible link to her past, a testament to her identity and the life she once knew.

The pirates carried on with their shipboard activities, blissfully unaware of the enchanting presence lurking beneath the waves.

Hongjoong, the captain of the ship, stood at the helm with a weathered tricorn hat perched upon his head. His gaze was fixed on the horizon, his eyes unwavering in their focus. Clutching a tattered map in his rough hands, he skillfully guided the vessel through the treacherous waters, leading his crew towards their desired destination.

Their destination lay on the horizon—the fabled Dawn Island, nestled in the vast expanse of the East Blue ocean. It was a treasured haven for the weary sailors, a place of respite and opportunity. Specifically, they aimed for the bustling port city of Foosha Village, a vibrant hub where they could engage in trade, restock their supplies, and recharge their spirits. The allure of the village's quaint charm and the tantalizing promise of new culinary delights worked like a balm on their frayed nerves. The pirates, weary from their arduous journey, found solace in the thought of savoring delicious meals that awaited them there.

"Mingi! Look! I can load this cannon with one hand!" San exclaimed, his laughter blending with the rhythmic creaks of the ship. He swiftly moved across the deck, loading cannons with ease and engaging in playful banter with his fellow pirates, occasionally disrupting their routines.

Mingi grinned and wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Hyung, stop being a showoff! You're so distracting, you're gonna get us in trouble!"

San winked at Mingi, mischief gleaming in his eyes. "Come on, Mingi! Where's your sense of humor? A little banter keeps the spirits high, doesn't it?"

Yunho flashed a playful grin, and sarcastically joined in. "San, you're soooo talented. Captain will be so thrilled when we fall behind schedule because of your antics."

San chuckled, his voice carrying over the ocean breeze. "Ah, Captain Hongjoong can handle a slight delay. Besides, who can resist a bit of fun when the sea is calm and the wind is on our side?"

As their playful exchange continued, Hongjoong couldn't help but join in, his laughter resonating across the deck. He leaned against the helm, observing his crew with a glimmer of amusement in his eyes, appreciating the camaraderie and lightheartedness they displayed.

In the midst of their tasks, Yunho and Mingi, the dependable members of the crew, worked tirelessly. They flexed their muscles as they hauled heavy cargo and repaired worn-out rigging.

Jongho and Seonghwa stood on the quarterdeck, engrossed in a conversation. The youngest of the crew couldn't help but voice his suspicion about the sudden disappearance of his beloved strawberry jam. He glanced over his shoulder at the slumbering figure of Wooyoung, nestled in a hidden corner of the ship.

"Hyung, did you see the empty jars of jam" Jongho asked, his eyebrows almost meeting as he frowned. "I bet it's Wooyoung again, he always does this."

Seonghwa chuckled softly at the youngest's whines, his gaze shifting to where Wooyoung lay, blissfully unaware of the conversation surrounding him. "You know, Jongho, it wouldn't surprise me. That boy eats so much, I wonder how he manages to stay so slender," he remarked, his tone filled with both admiration and slight bewilderment.

Jongho mumbled something about a "metabolism of a sprinting cheetah". He excused himself from the conversation with Seonghwa and made his way towards Wooyoung's peacefully resting form.

With each step, the wooden planks creaked softly beneath his weight, the ship's gentle rocking lulling him further into a state of tranquility.

Jongho knelt down beside him to reach out and lightly pat Wooyoung's shoulder. "Hey, sleeping beauty, wake up," he whispered, his voice carrying a hint of mischief. "I heard you might have a clue about the missing strawberry jam. Mind sharing your secret stash?"

Wooyoung stirred slightly, his eyelids fluttering open, a sleepy and confused glint in his eyes as he focused his gaze on Jongho. "Huh? Strawberry jam? Can I have some?" he mumbled, his voice filled with drowsiness.

Jongho let out an exasperated sigh, rolling his eyes playfully. "You still have the guts to ask me about second servings? I should throw you overboard," he teased, standing up and reaching for a bucket of ice-cold water.

Wooyoung's eyes widened in alarm, his drowsiness instantly fading. "Wait, wait, Jongho! Don't you dare!" he pleaded, his voice laced with panic.

A mischievous glint danced in the boy's eyes. With a playful smirk, he splashed the freezing water onto Wooyoung.

A high-pitched scream erupted from Wooyoung's lips, echoing across the vast expanse of the ocean. "What the heck, you jerk! What was that for?!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with a mix of surprise and irritation.

Jongho couldn't contain his laughter, his shoulders shaking with mirth. "Relax, Wooyoung! You had some jam on the corner of your lips. I just wanted to help you clean up," he explained, his grin widening mischievously.

Wooyoung stood up, inching closer to Jongho.

Sensing the impending retaliation, Jongho swiftly ducked down, evading Wooyoung's attempt to land a punch. He chuckled, his voice tinged with amusement. "You'll have to be quicker than that, hyung," he taunted, relishing in the lighthearted banter between them.

The mix of laughter and screams they let out resonated through the ship, mingling with the gentle rocking of the waves.

Yeosang sighed at the noise.

With his keen eye for detail, he meticulously adjusted the sails, his focus unwavering. He moved with grace and precision, fine-tuning every aspect to harness the power of the wind. His nimble fingers danced across the rigging, ensuring each knot was secure and the sails caught the breeze just right.

Although the pirates noticed Yeosang's uncharacteristic behavior from the night before, they chose not to pry or question him. They knew that if Yeosang was acting differently, there must be a good reason behind it.

San, however, couldn't help but pout as he had glanced at him coming out of his room. He still held a hint of bitterness over the fact that Yeosang had taken the necklace he had found. It was a fleeting feeling, quickly replaced by the bond they shared as brothers, but San couldn't resist a playful jab.

"Hey, Yeosang, still hanging on to my treasure, huh?" San teased, a mischievous glint in his eye. "You better make it up to me."

Yeosang chuckled softly, his gaze meeting San's. "Don't worry, San. I'll make it up to you soon enough. Just you wait."

Yeosang's unwavering faith in the little mermaid resonated deep within his bones. He had an unshakable belief that their paths would cross again, and when they did, he vowed to embrace her in his arms, ensuring she would never be left out or forgotten.

With each passing day on their journey, Yeosang found solace in the thought of their reunion, drawing strength from the belief that destiny would bring them together once more.

Yeosang knew that when the time came, he would introduce the mermaid to his crew, sharing the admiration he held for her. He imagined their awe-struck faces and the warmth that would envelop their hearts in her supernatural presence. I mean, she was a mermaid! That's crazy!

In the quiet moments aboard the ship, when the moon cast a soft glow upon the ocean's surface, Yeosang would gaze out into the vast expanse, his heart brimming with hope and anticipation.

With each passing wave and each whisper of the wind, Yeosang's conviction grew stronger. He was prepared to be patient, knowing that their reunion would be worth the wait.

In the embrace of the moonlit night, the pirates scattered to find solace in their own designated havens, seeking respite from the day's adventures. The deck grew quieter, enveloped in a serene ambiance, save for the presence of Mingi, the steadfast navigator, and Wooyoung, the night-owl cook and surgeon.

Mingi leaned against the ship's railing, his eyes fixed on the starry sky, lost in deep contemplation. The gentle breeze rustled his hair, carrying with it a sense of tranquility. He took a deep breath, allowing the night air to fill his lungs, grounding him in the present moment.

Wooyoung, with his culinary skills and healing touch, prepared a small feast for himself and Mingi. The aroma of freshly cooked meals wafted through the air, mingling with the salty scent of the ocean. Wooyoung's nimble fingers danced across the ingredients, infusing each dish with a touch of magic.

As they sat on the deck, sharing a meal under the moon's watchful gaze, a comfortable silence enveloped them. The soft murmur of the waves provided a soothing backdrop, lulling them into a state of calm. They relished the flavors and savored the nourishment that the food brought, a temporary respite from their demanding lives as pirates.

But then, a delicate whisper echoed from beneath the boat, carried by the gentle currents. Mingi and Wooyoung froze, their senses on high alert. Their hearts quickened, and a creeping unease settled in the pit of their stomachs.

The voice grew louder, a melodic siren song that wove its way through the night air. Mingi's hand instinctively reached for his flintlock pistol, while Wooyoung swiftly finished his drink and swallowed the dried meat in his mouth. They exchanged a knowing glance, a silent understanding passing between them.

Wooyoung stood up, grabbing the nearby coiled cord and tossing one end to Mingi. With deft movements, they secured themselves to the ship, attaching the cord to their waists, a lifeline in the face of the unknown. They knew the dangers that lurked beneath the ocean's surface, and they were prepared to face them head-on.

As the haunting melody persisted, fear gripped their hearts. They were well aware of the legends surrounding mermaids, of their captivating voices that lured sailors to their doom. The cords provided a sense of security, but the trepidation remained, gnawing at their resolve.

Minutes stretched into an eternity, the enchanting song continuing to echo through the night. Mingi glanced at Wooyoung, uncertainty etching lines of concern on his face. He hesitated for a moment before mustering the courage to speak.

"Do you... do you still feel like yourself?" Mingi's voice was barely a whisper, his words laden with both fear and curiosity.

Wooyoung met his gaze, uncertainty flickering in his brown eyes. "Yeah," he replied softly, his own doubts lingering. The ethereal voice had a soothing quality, unexpectedly unraveling the knots of tension in their bodies. It was not the deadly allure they had anticipated.

Confusion swirled within them, mingling with the fear. The melody had an unexpected effect, a bittersweet enchantment that called into question their preconceived notions. They remained tethered to the ship, their grip on reality and their identities tested by the alluring song.

As the haunting melody continued to resonate, Mingi and Wooyoung found themselves in an unexpected state of vulnerability. They were caught between the unknown depths below and the allure of the melodic voice above, unsure of what lay ahead.

"Fuck, why is it not working!" the mermaid suddenly whined, cutting through the sweet melody.

Wooyoung and Mingi exchanged puzzled glances, taken aback by the unexpected interruption. They listened intently as the mermaid's voice grew louder, her frustration evident. It seemed she was conversing with someone, or something, else.

A mix of confusion and amusement washed over the pirates, their initial fear fading into disbelief. The tension that had gripped their hearts moments ago dissipated, replaced by a growing sense of incredulity. They had never anticipated such a comical turn of events in the middle of the ocean.

With newfound lightness in their spirits, the pirates sat back and listened, relishing the absurdity of the situation. The mermaid's continued complaints carried on, becoming a source of entertainment amidst the vastness of the sea.

"Neptune, stop asking me to try harder, I'm literally trying my hardest," her frustrated plea echoed through the night air, her voice filled with desperation. Water splashed around her as the shark bumped into her side, a silent witness to the unfolding drama. Neptune, the instigator of this scheme, had pushed her to use her voice to manipulate the pirates into returning her necklace. But what he failed to comprehend was the truth behind her soothing voice— the tragedy of her village's demise, which had occurred when she was but a young baby, had shaped her vocal cords into an instrument of solace rather than manipulation, not allowing her to unlock that trick as she was never thought how.

The following night, the deck was empty except for Wooyoung, who sat cross-legged on the figurehead of the boat. A bowl of rice and pickled radish rested between his thighs. Earlier that morning, he had informed the rest of the crew about their encounter with the mermaid.

Each crew member listened intently, their faces reflecting a mix of curiosity and skepticism. Hongjoong, representing the team, voiced his doubts, suggesting that it might have been a mere trick of the wind. However, Mingi and Wooyoung stood firm, their conviction unshaken.

Amidst the reactions, one crew member remained unfazed— Yeosang. Wooyoung, with his keen eyes, immediately noticed the unexpected blank expression on his face. If Wooyoung didn't know him so well, he might have mistaken it for Yeosang's usual calm demeanor. However, their long history together, having joined Hongjoong's crew simultaneously, told Wooyoung that something was amiss. He knew that Yeosang's passive expression concealed something deeper.

He had made a mental note to speak with Yeosang about it later.

Perched atop the colossal mermaid sculpture at the ship's bow, Wooyoung sat with anticipation, his legs swinging freely above the vast expanse of the ocean. The empty plate, which once held his meal, had been pushed aside, forgotten. Now, his focus was solely on one thing.

He was waiting.

He was waiting for her.

Wooyoung's insatiable curiosity always drove him towards the unknown. His adventurous spirit had led him to convince his best friend to join a pirate crew on a whim, simply because it intrigued him. He thrived on the rush of adrenaline that came with exploring uncharted territories, making the discovery of a mermaid all the more enticing. The mermaid captivated him like nothing else before.

His longing to see her, to hear her voice, was undeniable, even if he hesitated to admit it. The enchanting melody she sang had a profound effect on him, leaving him feeling weirdly relaxed, both physically and mentally. It was as if her voice possessed the power of a potent sedative, lulling him into a state of tranquility. For someone plagued by insomnia, this was a blessing.

Despite his usual struggles with sleeplessness, Wooyoung had succumbed to slumber within minutes of her departure. The experience was surreal, awakening at dawn instead of his usual sleepless nights. It was a peculiar sensation, but one that he yearned to experience again, to immerse himself in the tranquility her voice had bestowed upon him.

From the sculpture at the ship's bow, Woo called out into the vast expanse of the ocean, his voice carrying in a hopeful whistle, "Are you here, little mermaid?"

Silence greeted him.

He sighed softly, disappointment tingeing his words as he murmured, "Well, what a shame, really liked your voice."

As Wooyoung reached for his plate and cup, preparing to make his way back to the kitchen, a gentle, familiar melody floated through the air. The sound caught his attention, freezing him in place. A smile curled on his lips as he chuckled softly, leaning against a nearby pole. He closed his eyes, basking in the blissful moment, allowing the enchanting melody to wash over him, "Well hello there.."

Unbeknownst to Wooyoung, his captain had quietly approached from behind, and as the younger brother glanced over his shoulder, he exchanged a knowing look with him. Wooyoung mouthed the words "Told you so" before closing his eyes once more, fully surrendering to the allure of the melody.

The captain, who had purposely remained awake that night, wanting to uncover the truth behind the "mermaid's" voice, had been engrossed in his own activities in his cabin. Surrounded by maps and deep in calculations, he was determined to approach the situation with a rational mindset.

However, the silence was broken by the arrival of her voice, causing an involuntary shiver to run down his spine. The captain's features softened as he listened to the mesmerizing sound, unable to deny the sheer beauty that emanated from it.

Feeling a peculiar sensation coursing through his body, the captain had removed his glasses and had rubbed his eyes, attempting to shake off the sleepiness that had unexpectedly enveloped him. Perplexed by his own reaction, he couldn't comprehend why he felt so inexplicably... good. Driven by curiosity and a growing sense of enchantment, he'd left the confines of his cabin and ascended the stairs, emerging onto the deck beneath the open sky.

As the gentle breeze caressed his hair, playing with the strands that fell across his forehead, the captivating voice grew stronger, reverberating in his ears. Drawn toward the source of the melody, the captain approached Wooyoung, his footsteps guided by an invisible force that compelled him closer.

Seated at Wooyoung's feet, the captain succumbed to a strange sensation of weakness in his legs, as if they could no longer support his weight. He gazed up at his crewmate, his eyes reflecting a mixture of awe and longing. Never before had he encountered a voice so sweet and captivating, and he yearned to catch a glimpse of the face behind that enchanting melody. However, the darkness of the night shrouded the ocean, rendering it as black as coal, obscuring any chance of visual contact.

"Just who is she," as the captain mumbled his question, his voice filled with intrigue and wonder, Wooyoung sensed the longing in his words. Sympathetic to his captain's curiosity, he chose to join him on the floor, nestling his head on the captain's shoulder. The two men found solace in each other's company, the sensation reminiscent of the times they would indulge themselves in the hazy pleasure of stupefied cigars. In that moment, with the melodic voice still resonating in their ears, they allowed themselves to bask in the soothing atmosphere, finding comfort and a rare sense of tranquility in each other's presence and the strong winds.

As the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, the mermaid's nightly serenades became an integral part of the pirate crew's routine. At first, each encounter with her ethereal voice had left the pirates astounded, experiencing a range of surprising sensations. Seonghwa even cried the first time he heard her. But as time went on, they grew accustomed to her presence, eagerly anticipating her arrival as the sun would begin its descent. They would gather on the deck, where they had laid out blankets in preparation, creating a cozy space to listen to her enchanting melodies.

The mermaid's songs had woven their way into the hearts of the crew, becoming a source of comfort and solace. Imagining a night without her voice felt strangely empty, leaving a void that only her captivating melodies could fill. The pirates had come to rely on her music, finding respite and a sense of peace within its soothing embrace. A bond was created.

In the waters underneath the pirate boat, the shark curiously turned his belly up to the surface and glanced at the mermaid beside him. "I still don't understand why you do that every night," he inquired, his voice gentle and inquisitive.

The mermaid, captivated by a seashell she had torn off the boat, averted her gaze and sighed softly. "I don't know either," she confessed, her eyes fixated on the small, imperfect shell that shimmered with a mesmerizing light. "Maybe one night, I'll manage to make them jump from the boat."

Neptune let out a disapproving "you don't even believe that yourself" and shifted back to his normal position, casting a side-eyed glance at the blushing mermaid. Surprised by her sudden change in demeanor, he gasped dramatically. "Why are you blushing, oh my God?" he teased, eager to uncover the reason behind her embarrassment.

With her face heating up, the mermaid swiftly turned around, her long locks serving as a shield to hide her flushed cheeks. In a slightly muffled voice, she pleaded, "Leave me alone! He said he liked my voice, okay?" She couldn't help but feel a mix of delight and self-consciousness at the memory of the tan boy's comment months ago. The urge to share her voice with him and the crew had since consumed her thoughts, leaving her perplexed about the strange pleasure it brought her. Sometimes, lost in her reverie, she would accidentally bump into the boat, jolting her back to reality and causing her to hurt her head.

She yearned to hear more of their praises, to catch glimpses of their conversations about her when she sang. The soft words exchanged among the crew sent a thrill through her, tightening her stomach with anticipation. It was an indescribable sensation, the feeling of being acknowledged and appreciated by someone other than Neptune.

She couldn't deny the rush of satisfaction that coursed through her when she caught fragments of their conversations. It was validation, a confirmation that her voice held power over their hearts.

The mermaid's confusion and lingering infatuation puzzled her, and she couldn't quite comprehend the emotions swirling within her. The mere thought of the tan boy's appreciation for her voice filled her with a mixture of exhilaration and insecurity.

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you turn to vampire!yeosang as he enters your shared room after an intense workout session, silently making his way to the walk-in closet. swiftly removing his shorts, he tears off his black tank top, leaving him in just his boxers.

curiously, you inquire, "i don't understand why you change your clothes, you don't even sweat," you shamelessly observe him while lying in bed, a rainbow candy in your mouth.

"don't eat in bed. there'll be sugar everywhere," yeosang dismisses your question, sensing your intense gaze upon his back.

"but you eat in bed," you pout. he raises an eyebrow, perplexed because he doesn't eat food at all, actually. you grin as your eyes meet his in the mirror in front of him, pointing to the two holes on your neck. he rolls his eyes and reaches for a pair of gray tech fleece, putting the pants on.

"don't ignore me," you insist.

he continues to ignore you, changing in front of your eyes. the sight of his pale back captures your attention. you stand up and approach him, wrapping your arms around his waist, feeling the coldness of his skin beneath your fingertips. you bring your mouth to his neck and softly kiss the skin before biting down hard, enough to draw blood. it doesn't taste as good as the candy left on the bed, your mind reminds you.

he doesn't even flinch.

"why?" he simply asks, while you lick the blood from the fresh wound.

"i can't be the only one covered in bite marks while you have flawless baby-smooth skin," you comment, attempting to break the skin once again as you bite his shoulder. "it's unfair."

hearing the pout in your voice, he turns around, abandoning the vest he was about to wear, which now lies forgotten on the floor. he slips his hands under your thighs and effortlessly lifts you, causing you to wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist.

pressing his face against your neck, he takes a deep inhale. letting out a soft sigh, he carries you towards the bed, still holding you in his arms. he gazes at you from under his bangs, his eyes so dark that you blush and break the eye contact first.

"look at me, baby," his voice deepens, making your face grow even hotter. slowly, you turn to face him, feeling his big hands gently caressing your sides.

"did you notice your biceps got bigger?" you remark aloud, attempting to shift the focus. your manicured nails lightly trace over the muscles of his arms, leaving red trails in their wake. he hums in response, still gazing at your face, wearing that familiar expression he always has when he's deep in thought, contemplating his next words.

"do you not like it when i leave marks on you?" he asks uncertainly, he genuinely thought you enjoyed them. you never bothered concealing the hickeys he'd give you, regardless of the type of shirt you wore, simply applying a bandaid to any biting marks. he would catch you admiring them in the mirror, but perhaps he mistook your insecurity for fascination? you interrupt his thoughts with a quick shake of your head, your hands instinctively reaching for his face, cupping his cheeks.

"no, yeo, i love them, i promise," you blush, stumbling over your words. "it's just…" you trail off, biting your lip, struggling to find the right way to express what you desire. you look at yeosang who's staring at you with wide eyes, silently urging you to continue, and finally, you gather the courage to speak. "i just want to leave marks on you too?" the statement comes out as a hesitant question, your embarrassment causing you to be unclear.

he remains silent, and you bury your face in your hands, feeling the weight of second-hand embarrassment. attempting to pull away from him, his grip tightens around your waist. "look at me, baby," he insists once again, and when you mumble a muffled refusal through your palms, he firmly grasps your wrists with his own hand, his grip large enough to enclose both of your wrists.

you meet his gaze, and he smirks softly.

"well, go ahead, pretty girl. what are you waiting for?" he tilts his head sideways, exposing the curve of his neck to you. you can't help but wonder if he experiences the same arousal you do when you entice him with your neck, anticipating his feeding time.

feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness, your fingertips brush against his skin, tracing the contour of his neck. you lean in, hesitating for a brief moment before pressing your lips against his pale flesh, leaving a gentle kiss. you suck softly at the skin, before darting out your tongue to lick it softly. as your teeth graze his skin, you feel a surge of desire, knowing that you have the power to mark him just as he marked you.

he watches you intently, his eyes filled with a combination of anticipation and trust. the connection between you intensifies as you sink your teeth into his neck, carefully drawing blood.

time seems to pause as you savor the moment, sharing this intimate act that deepens your bond. when you finally withdraw, licking the wound to soothe it, you meet his gaze, your eyes reflecting the raw passion that now binds you together.

"you're mine," yeosang whispers, his voice laced with possessiveness and affection. "and i'm yours."

he bends down to your neck, wanting to leave his own mark. as his lips graze your neck, a trail of gentle kisses accompanies his nibbles, leaving a tingling sensation in their wake. he explores the delicate skin beneath your pulse, mapping the territory with his mouth as he seeks the perfect spot to mark as his own. each nibble is followed by a soft release, his cool breath mingling with the warmth of your skin, intensifying the electrifying pleasure that courses through you.

his touch ignites a symphony of sensations, from the initial brush of his lips to the firm press of his mouth against your neck. the sensation dances between pleasure and a hint of delicious pain, fueling the fire that burns within you. your body responds instinctively, arching towards him, seeking more of his intoxicating presence.

with each suckle on your skin, he draws you deeper into a realm of heightened desire. time seems to stretch as you surrender to the rapture he bestows upon you. waves of pleasure ripple through your body, radiating from the focal point where yeosang's lips and teeth meet your neck.

the sensation of his mouth on your neck becomes all-encompassing, consuming your senses. you can feel the subtle suction, the way he caresses your skin with his tongue, leaving a trail of coolness in his wake. it's as if he's imprinting himself upon you, etching his mark into your very being.

you both take turns, marking the other with purple and red hues throughout the night. the room is filled with an air of intimacy and passion as your bodies intertwine, leaving trails of vibrant colors on each other's skin.

your body pressed against his, a fiery desire coursing through your veins. with each movement, you feel the unmistakable hardness of his arousal against your clothed core. a soft gasp escapes your lips as he makes a sudden, sharp motion, causing a shiver of pleasure to run down your spine. your bodies move in sync, a seductive dance of longing and anticipation.

lost in the heat of the moment, you can't help but let out a moan, your pleasure intertwining with his. as your grinding intensifies, the room fills with the intoxicating scent of desire. time seems to stand still as you both surrender to your passion, your bodies seeking the ultimate connection.

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