So, When It Comes To Be My Turn Could You Shine It Down Here For Her? (mitski - My Love Mine All Mine

So, when it comes to be my turn Could you shine it down here for her? (mitski - my love mine all mine )

ᨓ 。nishimura x fem reader ꒰🌙꒱ ﹕fluff w/slight angst ﹕+1.2k

[零] The vast majority of the time, Ni-Ki wasn't a big fan of romance, preferring to watch couples from a distance and see the smiles of others at the niceties they did for each other as he left the clutches of HYBE for his well-deserved vacation after countless promotions and such.

Great was his surprise when he felt his heart flutter for the first time (or at least he thinks so) when he collided with you on the skatepark on one of his nightly walks while carrying a whole bag of snacks. Maybe it was your beautiful eyes full of the brightest stars a person can have, your worried face after the little accident, or how you acted fast to help him before he fell completely to the ground, his chest touching yours due to the force you applied and holding the prettiest rose in one hand. He could feel a slight heat crawling to his cheeks the moment you looked directly into his eyes.

"I'm truly sorry. I'm in a hurry right now, and I couldn't see you." The tone in your voice could be described as a warm embrace to his heart, the small hint of concern making its presence known in that sentence while you still checked his whole body for any injured parts.

He did not remember to move on his own and was left in a trance for a brief moment. He felt nervous; his heart was racing, and he thought his voice had gone since not a single word came from his mouth.

"Are you okay?" He moved his head up and down as an affirmation, you gave a bow, and then you left while still saying several apologies and one beautiful smile. The state he was in must be described as starstruck and he growled on the low when he realized how stupid he looked to you, with his lips parted and his eyes looking at you in a daze. His sight traveled to the sky bathed in stars of all sizes, the moon positioned at the top, and peace reigned for a second in his body for such a beautiful midnight that was happening.

He placed the palm of his hand right where his vital organ was still beating at a great speed, making him clap his hand with his chest slowly. Due to his job, he got to see multiple girls, all of whom were beautiful to his innocent and lovely eyes every time he interacted with them on stage, at fan events, or even outside taking pictures with the HYBE building with their merchandise, but the reaction he had right now was different. Very different.

He could swear that the moment lived a few minutes ago began to bring him certain hallucinations when he saw you again, this time without the smile you wore before when you said goodbye to him in sorrow and the beautiful flower that was embraced by your fingers, now without any petals left. The moonlight was dazzling, and she saw nothing wrong with overshadowing her little companions. The blossom gave directly to your trail as if it were a reflector, a path of tears forming on the cheeks of others.

You, on the other hand, were so excited to see your partner again after several weeks. His constant classes for that test that all Korean students must take, not to mention all the extracurriculars, had taken time away from your relationship. After the incident with the tall guy with cute moles and the most attractive eyes you could ever see, you ran to the meeting place you and Jinsik had agreed to be at.

You understood him, you really did, but you couldn't get it through your head that he had cheated on you to go with someone else when you saw them kissing. You had to face him for your own peace and hit him with the rose you cared for and made grow with so much love in your grandmother's garden.

The tears finally rolled down from your eyes once you were away from the sly smile and empty words of the boy who wasn't worth it, ending up in the same park as before. The rest of the flower ended in the nearest trash can, and you let yourself out for a few minutes in the empty park.

Ni- Ki didn't know exactly what to do. Does he need to go next to you? That was probably mostly weird. Or should he just go back to the dorms?

The bag next to him started to look alarming, and he took out the big marshmallow covered in chocolate that was for Heeseung once he got back. One lie won't be so bad. The same thing happened. Heart pounding to the point it was banging on his chest, with his very slight sweaty palms and random thoughts coming to his head, he went for it.

The presence beside you was very obvious; you raised your head and your breath stuck in your throat. The tall guy you talked to before saw you with all your make-up running down your face, which you tried to hide with your hair, which was completely useless.

A snack was placed in the middle of you both, and the face of the unknown boy gave you the go-ahead that he was sharing the candy. The sweet stopped at your hands, and you gave a short bow. You looked pretty pathetic; you were not going to deny it or even look at yourself because you just knew it. It was your first breakup, and you didn't think it was going to end this way.

"Bad noon?"

"Oh hell, it is... I just got my heart broken" of course it was. The only area in which he has no clue and would not help at all is if he used all he learned about love and breakups from coming-of-age movies.

"I'm probably the worst person to tell you something, but don't hold the sadness for too long. It will only make it worse to forget him or her, especially if he hurt you. Heal yourself from this and wait for the right person again because love will always come at any time, sooner or later."

You made eye contact again and decided to capture his features, or at least the ones that the face mask didn't cover. His messy brown hair and blonde highlighter were messy, and the beanie he was wearing didn't help, but he pulled it off completely. His feline eyes and gorgeous brows made your heart skip a beat. Your mouth gaped to respond to him, being interrupted by the vibration of the boy's cell phone; his eyebrows furrowed, and he put it away again after answering. He took the black shopping bag in one hand and bowed.

Ni-Ki didn't want to leave; he felt the strange necessity of staying by your side to comfort you, something he wasn't allowed to do due to his rookie contract.

"Just think about it..."

And he left, hiding the feeling of punching himself when he realized he didn't ask your name or at least saying his to you. He really wanted to at least find her again and would pray to all the gods above because a small part of his brain and heart told him to trust destiny, because if destiny put them together for a small moment, they would join them back since love must come and go.

↷ 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚢'𝚜 note: this is my very first post over here and hopefully you guys like it 🦋

CAN'T SHE STOP BEING SAUR AMAZING?!?!? And I'm leggit the "she was a fairy" audio for you huh? 🤨

And you're the second person to actually call me hollywood 🧚🏻‍♀️

this is me just publicly announcing my incredible love for @hollyoongs

she just knows how to make me feel better all the time :( the little fairy on my shoulder (cause she's short 🤭)

Jungwon fluff plz

you're so lucky because I had this on in my lovely drafts, right in time indeed. It starts with angst and ends up fluff <3

Make me your selection. (mario - let me love you) Show you the way love's supposed to be.

ᨓ 。non idol yang jungwon x fem reader ꒰🥊꒱﹕angst and fluff ﹕2.6k contains: one-sided love, mentions of low self-steen and insecurities, cameo of RIIZE's Sungchan as a asshole bc he body shames reader. ┈─★

[三] "Let's just break up; you were just a bet."

You've never felt this way before; all those two years you've spent loving your now ex were for nothing but to be blinded by a whole net of lies that you sadly sensed.

Back to January 2023, you've met Sungchan at a party due to the infamous game "Seven Minutes in Heaven," where you two obviously kissed after some conversation in the bathroom. You spent all the party with him and realized you had a lot of things in common. You were inexperienced, and Sungchan was willing to take it slow with you, which he did for a whole year of your relationship. Kisses, make-out session, some touches, until he has sex with you.

After that, you've met a whole new version of the boy—a darker one.

In February 2024, you found yourself caught in a whirlwind of emotions, trying to decipher what had changed in Sungchan. At first, you brushed it off, thinking maybe it was just a phase or stress from school. But as time passed, the darkness seemed to consume him more and more.

His once gentle touches turned forceful, and his loving words were replaced with harsh criticism. You tried to reason with yourself, convincing yourself that maybe you were overreacting or misinterpreting his actions. After all, you loved him, right? You didn't want to believe that the person you had spent so much time loving could be capable of hurting you like this.

But the signs were there, becoming harder to ignore with each passing day. The different perfumes you smell when you hug him, make-up that wasn't yours in his place or car—even the stories were getting faker every time.

Even after all that, you couldn't let go of him. Because who will love you the same way he did? You had your insecurities, growing each time Sungchan pointed at something he knew that you were insecure about, and later combining them to say, "You can't take a joke."

You found yourself tiptoeing around him, afraid to say or do anything that might set him off. Your friends began to notice the change in your demeanor, expressing concern over the bruises that seemed to appear out of nowhere, especially Jungwon.

Yang Jungwon had feelings for you—feelings that were hidden from you. He was tired to see you cry for someone who wasn't even worth it to touch your lips or receive your kind words of support, but what he must hate the most is the fact that Sungchan made you look like yourself from his point of view, making you feel worthless. Unlike his, Jungwon saw you as an angel, his beautiful angel who deserved all the love and support from earth without a single blue day. That's what he wanted, and that's how much he deeply loved you.

The school day ended. You looked for Sungchan until you saw him in his locker. You went there and gave him a smile, which he didn't return like usual.

As you approached Sungchan at his locker, his expression was unreadable, his eyes devoid of the warmth they once held for you. You tried to muster up a smile, hoping to break through the cold barrier he seemed to have erected around himself.

"Hey, Sungchan," you greeted him, your voice laced with a touch of uncertainty.

Sungchan barely spared you a glance as he continued rummaging through his locker. "What do you want?" His tone was sharp, cutting through the air like a knife.

You swallowed hard, trying to ignore the sinking feeling in your chest. "I just wanted to talk," you said softly, reaching out to touch his arm gently.

He jerked away from your touch as if your fingers were coated in poison. "I don't have time for this," he snapped, finally turning to face you with a cold glare.

You felt a knot form in your stomach, the familiar pang of hurt and confusion washing over you. "Sungchan, please," you pleaded, your voice barely above a whisper. "What's going on? Why are you acting like this?"

He let out a scoff, his lips twisting into a cruel smirk. "Do you really not know?" he mocked, his voice dripping with disdain. "Or are you just that naive?"

Your heart sank as his words hit you like a ton of bricks. "What are you talking about?" you asked, your voice trembling slightly.

Sungchan's smirk widened into a smirk that sent shivers down your spine. "Let's just break up," he said casually, as if he were discussing the weather. "You were just a bet, anyway."

The words hung in the air like a heavy fog, suffocating you with their cruelty. You felt as if you had been punched in the gut, the pain radiating through every fiber of your being. Tears welled up in your eyes as you struggled to process his words. Students that were in the halls saw you both and decided to stay for a closer look, but you just felt so bad that you didn't even have the voice to make them look away.

"I… I don't understand," you choked out, your voice breaking with emotion.

Sungchan's expression remained indifferent, unaffected by your distress. "There's nothing to understand," he replied coldly. "You were a game, a challenge. It was a difficult one, I must say. I just needed to sleep with you, and you just couldn't. And now that it's over, I have no use for you anymore. And I partially appreciate it; I can definitely leave you with seeing your belly jumping around instead of your tits. If I ever slept with you, I would have nightmares!"

The tears spilled over, cascading down your cheeks in hot streams as the weight of his betrayal crushed you. You stumbled back with your arms covering your body, feeling as if the ground had been ripped out from beneath your feet.

"You never… loved me?"

"Who in his right will love a loser like-"

You looked up to see Jungwon lunge forward, his fist connecting with Sungchan's jaw with a resounding thud.

Sungchan staggered back, caught off guard by the sudden attack. But instead of backing down, he returned the blow, his own fist colliding with Jungwon's cheek.

The hallway erupted into chaos as students gathered around, some cheering on the fight while others tried to break it up. But you remained frozen in place, the world spinning around you as the truth of Sungchan's betrayal sank in. A teacher broke the fight, and, since the school year has finally ended, you were sent home.

Whish led you to you being at Jungwon's home cleaning his wounds with all the supplies he had around the house. It is good to have parents who are doctors.

"Jungwon, don't do that again."

"I will if he talks to you like that again." He hissed when you put some cream into the open wound in his lower lip. What he said made you bite your own lower lip to contain the tears. You looked down to see a bandait, Jungwon's hand interrupting you from doing it to lock your eyes with him.

A tear fell down your eye, him cleaning it with his dumb and taking his time brushing tenderly your cheek.

"You can cry, you know."

"I can't; I need to take care of you." His other hand passed past your lower waist and made you comfortably sit in his lap. You slowly touched his shoulder.

"You can cry," and just like that, you did it. For him, it didn't matter the pain all over his body or the cuts he had; his number one priority would be your well-being, and comforting you at that time would make you feel at ease at the moment.

You buried your face into Jungwon's shoulder, letting the tears flow freely as he held you close, his arms providing a sense of security and warmth that you desperately needed in that moment. His soothing words and gentle caresses helped to ease the pain that threatened to consume you, and his presence was a comforting beacon of light in the midst of the darkness that had engulfed your world.

As the tears subsided and you finally lifted your head, you found yourself lost in Jungwon's gaze, the depth of his eyes reflecting an endless reservoir of love and compassion. In that moment, you realized just how much he cared for you and how deeply he had been affected by seeing you hurt.

"Thank you," you whispered softly, your voice barely above a breath.

Jungwon smiled tenderly, brushing a stray tear from your cheek with his thumb. "You don't have to thank me," he murmured, his voice filled with sincerity. "I'll always be here for you, no matter what."

His words washed over you like a gentle wave, soothing your wounded heart and filling you with a sense of hope that you thought had been lost. In Jungwon's embrace, you found solace and strength—a sanctuary from the storm that raged outside.

"I don't know what I would do without you," you admitted, your voice trembling slightly.

Jungwon's smile widened, his eyes sparkling with affection. "You'll never have to find out," he vowed, his voice unwavering in its conviction. "I'll always be by your side, through thick and thin. I love you."

The words hung in the air, wrapping around you like a warm embrace as you gazed into Jungwon's eyes, feeling the depth of his love wash over you like a gentle tide.

"You know I can't love you right now."

"I have waited three years; I think I can handle a few months."

"Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you tell me that you liked me?"

"Because you liked Sungchan. I didn't want to take away your smile, even if you weren't smiling for me. But he fooled all of us, I've never felt so dumb. " He pulled out a string of hair behind your ear.

"This is how you planned to confess?" Jungwon looked around, and a smirk creeped on his face.

"No, it was more like this. Help me out." You stood up, and you helped him do the same. There was a record player in his room, and after a few seconds, a melody filled the room.

He extended his hand to you, taking it, and he once again pulled you close. Your ear is touching his chest, and you are listening to the accelerated beating of his heart.

"I want you to listen to my heart so you know I'm 100% truthful. I'll confess to you. Okay?"

"Jungwon, you can't dance. Come on, get some rest."

"Please, let me do it." You returned to your position, and you felt his chest go up as he deeply breathed in. He started to move slowly to the sound of "Can't Take My Eyes off You" by Engelbert Humperdinck, still embracing your figure so tight that you felt so loved.

"Every since I laid an eye on you, I just knew you were going to be a missing piece in my life. Your radiant smile and the way your eyes light up when you talk about the things you love instantly captivated me. It's like every moment spent with you is a treasure, and I find myself falling deeper and deeper in love with you." He took one of your hands, making you spin until your back touched his chest, his arms hugging you.

He gently put his chin on top of your head, and you closed your eyes, the emotions being too overwhelming.

"You bring so much joy and happiness into my world, and I can't imagine my life without you. You have this incredible ability to make even the simplest moments feel magical. Whether we're exploring new places together or simply sitting in silence, just knowing that you're by my side fills my heart with an overwhelming sense of contentment." Now his arms were placed on your shoulders, the tears falling down your eyes as you caressed his arms.

"I find myself constantly daydreaming about our future together. The adventures we'll embark on, the laughter we'll share, and the love we'll nurture. You're my best friend, my confidant, and the person who makes my heart skip a beat every time you walk into a room. It's like the world disappears when I'm with you, and all that matters is the connection we share." You turned around, facing him to reveal your wet cheeks, his lips trying to stop the other tears by kissing them. You cleaned your cheeks with the sweater you were wearing.

Once again, visual contact was made, and for the second time, Jungwon's hands stayed on your cheeks.

"But I also hate myself for not being brave enough to say how much I loved you before all of this happened. Because I know that if I had done it, all the tears you dropped for him due to the pain, the insecurities, the cheating, and many more things could've been prevented if I just did it. I'm so sorry." He now interlocked your fingers with his, a kiss being deposited in each of your hands, lifting your chin later since you looked at your shoes.

"Are you really serious?"

"I will never lie to you, especially with my feelings involved. You complete me in ways I never thought possible. I'm not going to force you to love me, and I'm going to work hard so that you forget him and heal of all the damage, because that's my priority now and should be yours too."

Tears continued to flow down your cheeks as Jungwon's heartfelt confession washed over you. His words resonated deep within your soul, stirring emotions you had long buried beneath the pain and betrayal of your past relationship. In that moment, you realized just how much Jungwon truly cared for you and how his love for you transcended any obstacle or hardship.

You reached up to cup his face in your hands, your thumbs gently wiping away the tears that stained his cheeks. "I don't know what to say," you whispered, your voice choked with emotion.

Jungwon's eyes shimmered with unshed tears as he gazed down at you, his expression filled with hope and longing. "You don't have to say anything," he murmured, his voice soft and tender. "Just know that I'll always be here for you, no matter what. And I'll wait for you for as long as it takes."

His words filled you with a sense of warmth and comfort, a feeling of security that you had never known before. In Jungwon's embrace, you found solace and strength—a guiding light to lead you out of the darkness that had consumed you for so long.

You leaned forward, pressing your lips against his in a gentle kiss filled with all the love and gratitude you held in your heart. It was a promise—a silent vow—to stand by each other's side through thick and thin, to weather the storms together, and to emerge stronger than ever before.

As you pulled away, a sense of peace washed over you, the weight of the past finally lifting from your shoulders. With Jungwon by your side, you knew that you could overcome anything that life threw your way. Together, you would heal the wounds of the past and build a future filled with love, laughter, and endless possibilities.

And as you nestled into Jungwon's embrace, the gentle rhythm of his heartbeat lulling you into a sense of serenity, you knew that you had finally found your home, your safe haven, in the arms of the one who loved you unconditionally.

↷ 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚢'𝚜 note: Thank you so much anon for giving me this opportunity to post this, hope you like it 🦋

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ᨓ 。lee heeseung x fem reader ꒰📅 ꒱﹕suggestive ﹕+ 1.0k

𝓈𝑖𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠:

Two roommates, you and Heeseung, have a complex relationship marked by challenge and competitiveness. Heeseung, competitive and energetic, believes he is the best in bed and challenges you to a bet to prove it. You have seven days to see if he can back up his claim

seven masterlist [here] || monday

The college years were the blank canvas you wanted to paint with quiet brushstrokes. You wanted to forge new friendships—maybe find a love connection behind a broken heart that had afflicted you a year ago. You emerged as someone completely transformed; your goals and perspectives had mutated, like the seasons of your life, taking you to a balance that once escaped from you. In the background of your being, you felt the fullness that you achieved only thanks to the fruits of your effort and the unwavering support of your older sister, Soojin. Among those achievements was a dream apartment, conquered with savings earned by pulse, containing everything that was yours.

But a tiny detail was hidden between the lines of his acquisition: that space was shared; he needed a roommate.

Happy? Not exactly. Ingenious? Absolutely.

Lee Heeseung was the name of the obstacle in your way. You didn't mean to hide the fact that the young man radiated undeniable attraction in every way. He had large, glowing brown eyes, slightly torn; a nose with an enviably tall bridge; slightly bulky lips; his slender, slightly toned figure made any garment unfold in a show of elegance; and his white smile had the power to illuminate even the darkest corner of the hall, if that were possible. But what obscured his image was his reputation: you had baptized him as a classic "womanizer."

A label he now despised when he heard it even at university for the boy's victims.

In a matter of weeks, the boy brought to his apartment a succession of girls whose moans sounded like jackhammers, preventing you from sleeping. because of it, every morning, you faced the world with a cup of coffee and dark circles that pointed to your wear, like a beacon for the unaware.

Patience ran out, and, with the contents of three bottles of soju running through your veins one day, you found an outlet on Soojin's shoulder and his girlfriend, Shuhua, a space where tears flowed without restrictions.

"I don't understand! Does he have a huge dick that it justifies those rants? I hate Heeseung, that selfish bastard." You just unleashed a flood of words without suspecting Heeseung had entered with one of his companions, listening to each syllable clearly. It was clear that he didn't got laid that day.

The connection that both individuals treasured turned, subtle but inexorably, from friendship to an amalgam of camaraderie and rivalry, a complex symphony of closeness and antagonism. The words flowing between them continued to resonate with a certain level of complicity, but the annoyance and hostility were no less palpable, acquiring a new nuance in the air around them. You, driven by a newly discovered courage, did not hesitate to look at Heeseung right in the eye and confront him directly, while he, for his part, seemed more interested in his plans to bring new companions to the apartment.

The holiday season finally broke out, and both of you gave the welcome of three months of breathing, peace finally reigned, this peace being interrupted by the occasional presence of your group of friends or your inseparable companion, Kim Mingyu, who shared the same contempt as you for the roomie. But neither of these two figures crossed the threshold of the duo in those days. However, you were given the idea of sharing a little time with Heeseung to clear the air and set boundaries, which you only received:

"I can't; Minseo will come today."

Determined not to stand idly by, you decided to use a strategy you knew very well: to strike at the most vulnerable point. His ego.

"How do you do it?" The words baffled Heeseung, who looked up to meet your challenging eyes. "How do you get them to keep coming, even with your tired and boring little friend?"

Heeseung strained his jaw, trying not to show the irritation caused by the comment. You found entertainment with his change of attitude, your smile being so playful that it was bothering him. The young man left his cell phone on the couch and turned his attention to you, forcing an artificial smile just like yours.

"I couldn't say exactly. I guess I make them feel so good that they just come back for more. Although, of course, you may not fully understand, considering… Jihoon, is that it? Hasn't he been through here yet?" — Heeseung returned the blow, taking the opportunity to undermine your confidence with the name of your ex.

"I bet those girls have to fake their orgasms. Even in adult films, they don't sound that exaggerated!"

"Are you implying that I am unable to satisfy anyone?"

"What I'm saying is that it's obvious how inept you are if you can't even perceive that you're bad in bed."

A spark of understanding illuminated Heeseung's mind, an idea so brilliant that he drew a subtle smile on his face. He slipped his tongue down his lower lip with a touch of sensuality. The simple action made you feel a slight uneasiness as Heeseung shortened the distance between both of you.

"Of course I can prove it. In just seven days."

"Do you need a week to get a girl to orgasm?" —a laugh escaped Heeseung's lips at your silly comment, who, without realizing it, had fallen into his trap. He decided to test the boundaries of the fearless young woman that was you. Heeseung placed his hand on his own chin and stared at it, removing some hairs that covered his face.

"I'm going to make you swallow your words, and maybe more than that."

The atmosphere was filled with unexpected tension, which turned from mere verbal confrontation into a sexual dimension in the blink of an eye. You could feel your breath intertwining while your silly heart was pounding, threatening to escape from your chest.

"Everybody's right; you're a long way from being a sex god." — Heeseung could not resist the temptation to whisper in your ear, his lips rubbing your skin before biting your lobe slightly. The sensation left you momentarily stunned, your eyes instinctively closed, and you couldn't help but blush when you heard the words that came out of Heeseung's lips—words that, honestly, you would never have imagined.

"I may not be perfect, but I'm the ideal person to show you how to treat a goddess like you. Let me show you what devotion is."

© hollyoongs, 2024. please do not copy, translate or steal my story TAGLIST: @glitterjay @lhspeachie @deobitifull @mirramirra @capri-cuntz @horijiro @sumzysworld @chokichips

↷ 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚢'𝚜 note: I decided to bring this first to you before de Spider-Man enha smut, this will be a long ass ride and I hope you like it🦋

fun fact, @yeonzzzn (my love) and @heeslut4life (my sweetpie) tagged me on the same thing, saur ty my sunflowers

I freaked out fr, this is too accurate

saw this quiz and thought it would be cool to see what my beloved oomfs got as an answer :D

won’t lie i 100% thought i’d get jay lol and i used to be a dancer and figure skater ahh

tagging: @riftanswhore @alvojake @fakeuwus @onlyjaeyun @karinasbaby @ak4e7a @enha-stars @odxrilove @021894s (if you’d like to participate!)

+ anyone else bc im curious

THIS WILL EAT EVEN THE PLATE

The Doll House | M.List & Intro

doll!enha (hyung line) x fem!reader warnings: smut (mdni), dolls, mentions of possession and demons, specific warnings on individual chapters synopsis: when you're strapped for cash and an opportunity arises to help you out, you're stuck in a mansion with 4 human-like dolls who do anything but sit still. taglist: open a/n: hi! so this was actually inspired by this ask and originally i was thinking of making it a long one-shot but then i was like, what if each hyung line member got their own chapter? so here we are! below is an introduction into the fic so make sure you read it before going into the chapters! they should be released every 1-2 weeks but i still have to write them so it's tbd right now.

warnings: smut (mdni), kinda subby!jake, oral (m. rec), whimpering, pet names (baby doll, pup), seduction

wc: tbd

release date: 23rd April (subject to change)

synopsis: it's your first week at your new job and you make a shocking revelation that puts your world in a spin and lets you experience something you never knew was possible

warnings: smut (mdni), oral (f.rec), fingering, doggy, seduction, fucking on a desk, more tbd

wc: tbd

release date: 30th April (subject to change)

synopsis: once you find out the dolls' secret, you're left alone with park sunghoon who promises to keep your rendezvous with jaeyun a secret from their owner, but not without something in return

warnings: smut (mdni), fingering, seduction, fucking on a piano, pet names (good girl, sweetheart), softdom!jay, more tbd

wc: tbd

release date: 7th May (subject to change)

synopsis: your friend comes to visit you in the mansion and help out but her harsh words towards the dolls brings out a protective side, and jongseong lets you in on some secrets about the house

warnings: smut (mdni), oral (m&f.rec), throat fucking, rough, kinda dom!hee, doggy, choking, pet names (baby, angel), mentions of demons, revelations and conclusion

wc: tbd

release date: 14th May (subject to change)

synopsis: with only 2 weeks left, you have formed a bond with each of the dolls, well, all of them except heeseung. as you snoop around his room to find out more about him, he gives you all the answers you're looking for and more

“How long for how much?” 

"Two months, 5k, just cleaning some woman's house," Mia responds, placing the newspaper in front of you with a dramatic flourish, the ad circled in pink glitter pen.

Taking the paper from her, you wrinkle your brow and examine the advertisement with scepticism and intrigue, "Isn't it strange that she's advertising in the newspaper? Who even reads these anymore?" Upon closer inspection, you sneer and return it to Mia, your fingertips leaving light smudges on the paper, "And she didn't even put her name, just 'Ms. Kim'."

This whole situation feels odd. What employer doesn’t post an ad on the internet like a normal person? 

"She's probably ancient, Y/N. Old folks aren't exactly tech-savvy," Mia offers, attempting to rationalise the oddity.

Despite your reservations, the need for employment weighs heavily. Losing your job last month has left little time for finding a new one, and the bills certainly haven't stopped coming. £5000 for two months' work is an enticing offer, especially considering your previous job paid a fraction of that for an entire month's work.

You sigh, running a hand through your hair as you contemplate the offer. The uncertainty gnaws at you, but the allure of some financial stability is hard to ignore. Mia watches you, her expression a mixture of concern and anticipation as she awaits you to make up your mind. She could use the money too, giving her some extra cash to pay for her birthday trip in a couple of months.

"You know what?" you finally say, breaking the heavy silence that hangs between you. "Let's give it a shot. It's just two months, right? And we could really use the money."

Mia's face lights up with a grin, her enthusiasm infectious, "That's the spirit! Besides, how bad could it be? It's just cleaning."

You nod in agreement, though a lingering sense of unease tugs at the edges of your mind like a persistent itch you can't scratch. Pushing it aside, you focus on the prospect of income and the relief it would bring.

"Alright then," you say, mustering up a smile despite the nagging doubts that linger in the back of your mind. "Let's do it. But if anything feels off, we bail, deal?"

Mia nods enthusiastically, already dialling Ms. Kim’s number on her phone, her eagerness palpable as she eagerly anticipates the adventure that lies ahead.

_____

The drive to Ms. Kim's house feels never-ending, with each mile leaving the city behind and the surroundings blurring into an everlasting blur of trees and road. You check the satnav, hoping for a break from the monotony, only to see that, tragically, it still shows an hour left on the journey.

The scenery outside appears stuck in time, with the trees going past in a repeated rhythm that does little to break the spell of boredom. You peek at Mia, who sits next to you in the driver's seat, her expression conveying a similar mix of frustration and resignation.

The radio drones on in the background, a pitiful attempt to break the quiet that hangs thick in the air. You reach over and fumble with the dial, hoping to find a distraction, but each station either plays static or music you've heard a thousand times before.

“You seriously need to get a better car, Y/N. I told you we should have taken mine,” she snips at you, the journey clearly getting to her. You had run out of conversation in the first hour, discussing your non-existent love life and jobs that you have applied for. Since nothing was going on in your life, there wasn’t much to talk about.

“We said we would take mine so she would feel pity and give us more money,” you grumble, sinking into your seat in protest. If this woman has enough money to spend on random girls cleaning her house, she could have some more to throw at you as charity; you’ll take anything at this point.

The drive continues until finally, you pull up to Ms. Kim’s house. But calling it a house feels like a gross understatement; it's a mansion, a sprawling castle that looms larger than life before you. 

A long gravel path stretches out before you, leading up to the imposing sand-coloured building. The mansion seems to bask in its own magnificence, the rustic feel and unkept garden only add a sense of eeriness to your wonder.

You exchange a glance with Mia, both of you momentarily speechless. This is not what you expected when you answered the ad in the newspaper. You expected it to be big, obviously, she wasn't going to give out 5k for a studio apartment, but this is on another level of anything you could have imagined.

Mia locks the car door, unsure whether to approach the large double doors. She outstretches her hand for you to take, seeking your comfort as she takes the first steps. You both look like you’re back in your first year of high school, scared that as soon as you step foot in the place, it will swallow you whole.

“We’re supposed to clean this every day?” you ask in disbelief.

Shaking her head, Mia tries to convey a sense of confidence in her voice yet it fails, “Surely not, the travel alone is too much for someone to do every day.”

With hesitant steps, you both make your way to the entrance, your finger reaching out to press the doorbell which rings a faint familiar tune, one you’ve heard plenty yet could never place the name. For a moment, there is only silence, and you begin to wonder if anyone is home. But then, with a creak that seems to reverberate through the very foundations of the mansion, the door slowly swings open, revealing a dimly lit interior shrouded in shadow.

A woman stands in front of you, her elegant clothes and neatly styled hair give her the appearance of a 90s supermodel. She doesn't resemble the idea you had of Ms. Kim. "Y/N and Mia?" she inquires, her voice smooth and melodious, a twinkle of delight in her eyes as she tilts her head with a smile.

You share a puzzled look with Mia. This woman could not possibly be Ms. Kim. For starters, she seems way too young to be the owner of this castle; she had to be just slightly older than yourself and you can barely afford to buy a loaf of bread. The advertisement plainly said that Ms. Kim was looking for help, hinting that she was an elderly homeowner in need of assistance. Second, the decision to advertise in a newspaper rather than somewhere like Indeed does not fit the image of a 20-something.

Your mind races with questions, but before you can express your reservations, the woman motions for you to follow her into the mansion. With a shared look, you and Mia exchange a silent agreement, remembering that you promised to bail as soon as anything got weird. 

As you cross the threshold, the heavy wooden door slams behind you with a bang and you follow the mystery woman deeper into the mansion's maze halls, you can't help but feel like there's more to this situation than meets the eye.

“My name is Kim Soonyeol, Ms. Kim is probably how you know me. I am so happy you answered my ad so promptly! I was scared no one would answer it,” she explains.

Walking through the large hallways, you notice one thing that seems to be a prominent feature.

Dolls. 

Lots and lots of creepy, old-timey porcelain dolls. They line the shelves, perched on antique furniture, and seem to stare at you with unblinking eyes as you pass by. Their features are fixed, ranging from serene to sinister, each contributing to the feeling of discomfort in the air.

Mia's grip on your hand tightens, and you can feel the tension radiating from her as she whispers, "Do you think they all have cameras in their eyes?" Her words send a chill down your spine, and you can't help but entertain the unsettling thought.

The woman leading you through the mansion seems unbothered by the presence of the dolls, her demeanour calm and composed as she gestures for you to follow. But you can't shake the feeling that there's something deeply wrong about this place.

"I am going away on some business for 2 months," she begins, her voice echoing through the cavernous halls, "and I need you to clean this entire house from top to bottom as well as a few...other errands."

Her words hang in the air, and for a moment, the only sound is the faint ticking of a clock somewhere in the distance. Ms. Kim is ominous in her explanations, not delving any further into these ‘errands’. It's strange to you, why can’t her house stay stagnant for a month or two?

“There are a lot of rooms, Ms. Kim,” you comment, hoping she might open up and explain anything about this castle and why the fuck it is filled to the brim with porcelain dolls. It’s not exactly a young person’s hobby to collect these things - unless they’re haunted, then you know you need to take a sharp turn for the exit.

She smiles fondly, “Yes, each bedroom is designated to a precious doll of mine,” she offers as an explanation but fails to give any clarity.

“She is fucking crazy,” your friend whispers to you, her hand now gripping your arm as she walks slightly behind you, letting you take the lead in case of danger. 

As Ms. Kim gestures towards a room at the end of the corridor, she announces, "And this is your room. I've made sure I at least cleaned this before I left," punctuating her statement with a chuckle. With a flourish, she opens the door, revealing a space that dwarfs your flat and the corner shop it sits above.

But your confusion quickly turns to apprehension as Ms. Kim's words sink in. "Wait, what do you mean 'our room'?" you interject, trying to mask the rising unease in your voice. "Isn't this just a cleaning job?"

Ms. Kim's expression shifts, her eyes widening with a hint of anger as she leans back and places a hand on her chest. "Wasn't I clear in the ad that you would be housesitting?" she retorts, her tone laced with irritation. "I cannot leave my babies here on their own. They can't fend for themselves."

A chill runs down your spine as her words sink in.,"Babies?" you repeat, your mind reeling at the implications of her statement, "What do you mean by that?"

But before you can press for answers, Ms. Kim is already ushering you and Mia out of the guest bedroom and into another part of the mansion. As you step into the dining room, you're met with a sight that you can't quite put into words.

Four figures sit at the dining table, their faces with different expressions and their bodies unmoving. At first glance, they appear to be ordinary people, but then it hits you like a bolt of lightning - they're not real. They're dolls, human-like dolls arranged as if they were waiting for a meal that would never come.

A shiver runs down your spine as you exchange a horrified glance with Mia. The realisation sinks in like a stone in the pit of your stomach - this woman is not just eccentric, she's fucking unhinged. And as you stand in that surreal dining room, surrounded by figures that seem to stare back at you with empty eyes, you can't help but feel a creeping sense of dread settle over you like a suffocating fog.

Despite Mia’s step back, you move forward, looking at them in detail. They are exquisitely done, each of them with their own unique features and life-like skin. You knew dolls like this existed but not to this level of detail. They must be worth thousands of pounds, easily in the double digits.

“If you cannot stay then I will have to look for someone else,” she starts to dismiss you much to Mia’s relief; she is already mentally back in the car and screeching out. 

As Ms. Kim's words hang in the air, the weight of her ultimatum settling heavily on your shoulders, Mia visibly relaxes, relief evident in her demeanour. She's already mentally back in the car, ready to screech out of this bizarre situation.

But your attention is drawn to one particular doll seated at the dining table. His eyes, although lifeless, seem to pull you in with an inexplicable allure. He's striking, meticulously detailed with dark cherry-red hair, wide lips, and a figure that exudes an almost ethereal charm, even in his simple white t-shirt. His eyes, though small, are framed by long lashes that only add to his beauty.

Before you realise what you're doing, your mouth begins to speak, surprising both you and Mia. "I can stay, sure," you hear yourself say, the words tumbling out with a sense of inevitability.

"What?" Mia's incredulous voice snaps you back to reality, her eyes wide with disbelief as she pleads with you to reconsider, "You can't up and move your life for 2 months!" she warns in a hushed tone, her concern palpable.

“I don’t exactly have anything to go back to,” you shrug, knowing that all that awaits you back in the city is unopened bills and mouldy cheese. Mia has much more to lose, a job and boyfriend aren’t exactly something you can just upchuck.

"You go home, and I'll do it," you suggest, a plan forming in your mind as you speak, "You can visit on your days off and help me out. I'll make sure you get half the money."

Mia doesn't look entirely convinced, but the thought of such a large sum of money for minimal work seems to appeal to her pragmatic side, "Will you be okay?" she asks, genuine concern etched into her features.

You consider the question carefully, a strange sense of reassurance emanating from the dolls behind you, despite their unsettling presence, "I will be. If anything happens, I'll come straight home," you assure her, your voice steadier than you feel.

Reluctantly, Mia agrees, nodding her head as she steps to the side to speak with Ms. Kim and gather more information about the job. Left alone with the dolls, you can't help but steal one last glance at the cherry-red-haired figure that caught your eye earlier. But something is different this time - the smirk on his lips and the narrowed gaze in his eyes seem almost... knowing. 

Was he doing that before?