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𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 !!

IN WHICH— after a flirty phone call with the most wanted ghost face killer y/n finds herself getting fucked on the couch of two people she had voluntarily babysat for!

WARNING— ghostface!hongjoong, fingering, recording, degrading, overstimulation, cock warming, hair pulling, size kink, finger sucking, unprotected sex!

Friday nights were reserved for staying in and making cash off of watching snot nosed kids in the suburbs. Parents leaving for the night to have free time you could care less. But once you had finally put the kids into their beds and put them to sleep after letting them stay up half an hour past the time their parents had asked you to put them to sleep.

Once you had gotten your sense of peace you were in the kitchen looking in the cabinets for the popcorn, once you get your hands on them you grab a bad taking it out of the plastic seal and putting it in the microwave.

The silence in the home was eerie making you walk into the living room that was connected to the kitchen and pick up the remote landing on a random channel that had conveniently been playing re-runs of old horror films.

You sit on the couch waiting for your popcorn to finish not taking your eyes off the screen seeing as one of the dumb blondes in the cast get stabbed. The phone rings bringing you out of your small daze.

You pick it up, you thought it was probably mr. & Mrs. Park who had let you babysit maybe giving a heads up they would be home soon. But when you politely asked "hello?" As you held the brick phone up to your ear the voice on the other completely throws you off.

"Hello" he answers, his voice is deep and raspy "if you're calling for anyone in the park family I'm sorry but nobody's home, I can take a message if you'd like" you say not wanting to carry out a longer conversation than you have to.

"I'm calling for you, actually" the man on the other line speaks making you feel your stomach churn. "Well can I ask who you are?" you say as your eyes flicker back onto the TV. "That doesn't matter right now, I just want to ... talk to you" he says making your brows furrow as you try and figure out who exactly was behind the deep mysterious voice.

"Mingi I swear if this is you I'm never letting you borrow my English lit assignments to cheat ever again" you spat into the phone earning a chuckle on the other end. "Cute. But no, so tell me... why are you babysitting on a Friday night?" He asked, you scoff still looking at the TV screen.

"I need cash, plus these kids aren't that bad" you shrug as you see the killer on screen walking slowly into a bathroom as one of the girl cast members was behind the curtain showering. You felt your heart rate pick up as the killers hand reaches up to the curtain filling it open quickly as his hand holding a kitchen knife raises above her head. The woman lets out a shriek.

Your heart almost jumping out of your throat as the sound of the microwave going off, you move to your feet and walk over to the kitchen to grab the steaming brown bag now filled with popcorn. "So what are you doing calling me on a Friday night?" You ask using his words against him.

"Just watching you, and enjoying our conversation is all" he answers meekly. The words make you put the hot bag down onto the marble counter as you sit in shock "what did you say?" You ask flatly hoping the words were coming from your imagination.

"I said just watching TV, and enjoying our conversation" he repeated changing his words around that make you feel on edge. "That's not what I heard... so is this the part where you tell me you're in the house somewhere?" You ask looking around hoping to catch even the slightest glimpse of someone— anyone.

"I think we're supposed to talk longer and then I tell you I'm in the house after shaking you up a bit" he says with amusement dripping from his tone. "I don't really want to play games with you, if you're in the house why don't you come see me?" You ask in hopes to make him show himself.

But to no avail you earn yourself a chuckle "eager aren't you? I'm not gonna bite you" he says as his voice drops deeper. Your thighs clench as you bend over the counter picking at the bag you had waited for to stop steaming "I don't believe that" you say playing along into his words.

"You don't? And why not?" He asks curiously, Hongjoong could see through the mask as he watched you press your thighs together "because the way you're talking to me I'd think you want to fuck me" you say into the speaker sitting up and grabbing the bag walking over to the couch taking a seat.

The silence on the other line makes your lips tug into a small smirk , had you brought this guy to speechlessness state? No. In fact the other line went silent because Hongjoong left the phone. He wasn't in the house, he was on the back porch. Sliding the door open that had been stupidly unlocked for hours walking past the kitchen and into the dim living room .

Funny enough your back turned to him as you sat on the couch mindlessly eating popcorn and your eyes never leaving the screen, Hongjoong could see through the mask that your thighs were practically squeezing together and the only light in the room was emitting from the bright TV screen.

He finally stood over the couch, his leather gloves hand reaching to grab your chin, pulling your head back you let out a sudden shriek at the touch as your eyes were met with a mask; white with a ghastly face and gaping mouth as of it was eternally screaming.

Your breath was caught in your throat, this was the mask that had been all over the news, but the small sound made Hongjoong twitch in his pants. Your eyes wide as they look deeply into the eye holes of the mask hoping to catch even a glimpse of him but the dark fabric that covered them came to no avail in your hopes.

"Suprise" he mumbles through his mask as it comes out muffled. Your hands grip at your skirt as you hold your breath in shock. "What was all that talk hm? Now you don't want to see me?" He asks teasingly bending down closer.

"You were being so slutty just a minute ago about how I wanted to fuck you and now your all quiet" he says as his grip on your chin becomes tighter. You lift your hand to his mask as you gently pull it over his head to meet the face of him. He was pale, moles and small faint freckles littered on his skin, his dark brown eyes and his red plump lips.

Your eyes flicker over his face with no regard that you were the only person to ever see the ghost face killer, and Hongjoong let it slip his mind completely as his head was clouded with thoughts of pounding you into the couch cushions.

Opening his mouth to finally speak clearly to your ears he leans in so close you could feel his warm minty breath on your face "there was a camera in that shelf and you didn't even know" he says as his eyes flicker to the shelf next to the TV stand, a small red light flashing from between two of the books.

"What-? How did you know the camera was there?" You ask without even thinking it could be his. "You're too cute to be this stupid, the camera is mine" he says letting go of your chin and walking over to the shelf letting his gloved hands reach in between the books to grab the camera.

And with the east sudden urge, Hongjoong felt the need to keep his face out of frame as his dark eyes look down at the view finder, he points the lens at you who had set his mask aside looking at him with lust filled eyes he couldn't help but smirk.

His dark eyes looking at you "wave at the camera, you're gonna be seeing a lot more of it" he says walking closer and closer until he stood between you and the view of the TV. You look up at him with faux innocent eyes .

His gloved hand gripping at your chin once again but this time his thumb brushed against your bottom lip rubbing it gently before letting it push past your lips, you open your mouth meeting his gaze as your warm tongue sucks on his finger.

Biting his lip he looks down at you with a dark look in his eyes, "not a thought in that dumb little head hm? Do you know what you're getting yourself into right now?" He asked as his finger pulls away from your mouth.

You suck in a harsh breath "I know who you are" you say nodding, oh how bad did Hongjoong want to ruin you. "Yeah?" He asked pulling your face closer until your noses brush, "mhm" you you hum as your eyes flicker to his lips. "You don't know anything close about me" he said closing the distance between the two of you.

His lips aggressively clashing over yours as your barely given any air to breath his tongue is tracing over yours with no regard for the chances of either of you getting caught.

Hongjoong's hand slips under your cute skirt, his cold fingers tips brush against your panties making you shiver. Your kiss was aggressive and built off of lust, yet your hands were desperate and needy to feel him.

Pulling away from the kiss abruptly Hongjoong lifted a gloved hand to his lips as his teeth pulled on the leather that covered one of his fingers, slipping it off and dropping it onto the floor.

The way his hand slivers into your damp panties and his fingers rub against your aching core that was wet sent shivers down your spine. As his middle and ring finger rub against your sensitive clit drawing out a sweet moan from your lips.

"Oh baby, you're so wet" he whispers as his fingers drag to your entrance as he teasingly pushes his finger tips slowly into you. Your pussy aches for any type of penetration. You let out small whimpers as he chuckles seeing your thighs shake in anticipation.

You warmth sucking in his two fingers clenching down, Hongjoong didn't need to do anything to you in particular to get you this soaked and it made his ego boost.

You found yourself holding a smile on your lips as your lips part your small giggle turns into a choked moan as his thick fingers pump in and out of you. The sounds of you moans fall on deaf ears as his thick fingers rub against your walls.

"You're so tight" he whispers as his wrist pushes against your inner thighs for your legs to soread wider in hopes to get a glimpse under you cute little skirt. When Hongjoongs eyes see where the both of you are connected he couldn't help but let his fingers curl deeper inside you.

You sweet moans in his ears come off as hushed and shaky, his cock twitches in his jeans at the beautiful sounds you let fall past your lips. "Feels so good" you whimper as your hand grabs hold of the sleeve on his shirt your gripping it so hard he was sure you were going to wrinkle his shirt.

"Faster please" you moan as your head falls back letting your moans come out like music to his ears. He didn't have to reply he only did what you asked his fingers sloppily pound into your pussy at a rewarding pace as the wet sound of your pussy squelching had become louder than the TV that still played the horror film.

You began to grind your hips against his fingers as you feel the right pressure of your orgasm building up in the pit of your stomach, the sight making Hongjoong curse under his breath "oh fuck" he groaned biting his lips at the sweet sight of your thighs jiggling from all the friction and the warmth around him as you clenched.

You were on the edge so ready to fall off the ledge, Hongjoong pushing his fingers deeper and curling them made you gasp sharply as you feel your orgasm wash over you. The pleasure of his fingers fucking you through your high they involuntarily buck as overstimulation begins to creep up on you.

Whining you grab his wrist stopping the sharp pleasure. Your chest rises and falls as you catch your breath, looking at Hongjoong who had began to pull out his finger looking at the white strings of your cum on his fingers, jutting his tongue out to lick them he closes his as he enjoys the taste.

Pulling his fingers out of his mouth he looks down at you holding your chin with his gloved hand, he holds his fingers to for lips "open" he says abruptly, you slack your jaw sticking out your tongue as his wet fingers slide against your tongue and closing your lips around him while sucking.

The lens of his camera pointed at your face, your 'innocent' eyes that were just begging to be rolled back while he fucked you. Pulling his fingers out of your mouth Hongjoong leaned in catching your lips in his, as you let out a small gasp as his tongue forces its way into your mouth.

Pulling away slowly his teeth pull on your bottom lip as his eyes meet yours. "Lay on your stomach" he demands with giving you space to see you pull your shirt over your head and see the cute white lace bra you had on. You adjust yourself to have your chest pressed to the couch and your ass arched with the perfect view of your pussy.

He just felt high off the sight of you, putting the camera down on the coffee table he points the lens directly at you. Unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them off completely along with his jeans Hongjoong finds himself on his knees behind you as his twitching cock presses against you.

He teasingly rubs his leaking tip against your clit which makes you moan. "Please fuck me" you moan as your eyes flutter shut as he groaned before easing his length passed your entrance. the added stimulation had you mewling "fuck, ever after fingering you, you're still so damn tight" he says as his hand grips the flesh of your ass.

He began to pull out slowly, just enough to keep his head inside before pushing back in. A groan escaped his throat at how good it felt, your hands reach to grip at the cushion underneath you.

The soft sound of his hips fucking into you could just barely be heard. His hips speed up just enough to have you become a moaning mess on his cock "shh, you don't want them to hear you upstairs hm?" He says letting one of his hands cover your mouth.

Your eyes water at the feeling of him stretching you, the pleasure and the pain merging as he continuously bucks his hips into yours. Your moans and whimpers are muffled as your warm tears stream down your cheeks.

The feeling of his hand gripping the flesh of your ass his thrusts speed up, the sound of skin on skin resided in the air of the living room, Hongjoong pushing up his shirt over his hips to watch as he repeatedly pounds into you and hearing every muffled reaction.

Your hand pulls his away from your face as you suck in a deep breath "harder- please" you moan as you push your chest up as your hands sink into the cushion shakily.

"Yeah?" He asks in a rough tone.

"Yeah" you answer feeling his hips sharply thrust into you, his cock twitching at the feeling of you clenching down, "oh my- god" you choke out as your hand flys to your mouth in order to keep yourself from being too loud.

The fabric of your skirt getting caught in his grasp as he tugs it back in order for your hips to meet his half way almost ripping the fabric "you're so slutty like this being fucked in somebody else's house on their couch" he groaned as his pace becomes sloppy.

Your hair bouncing with each thrust as the sloppy sound of your pussy practically being abused becomes the loudest thing in the room. Looking at the coffee table his eyes meets the lens with a smirk on his lips as he wrecks you.

The couch squeaking as he pushes your chest back down against the couch "I'm close" he mumbled as he feels you clench down on him "fuck" he moaned as he completely disregards his surroundings only taking in the pleasure of you around him.

A small white ring of your cum from your previous orgasm formed at his base, your hand falls from your mouth as you whine out "I'm gonna cum" letting your head fall back at how close to the edge you were.

"Go ahead cum" he said his voice dropping an octave at the feeling of your walls spasm around him, Your hips shake and you moan at every snap of his hips, the sound of your sopping wet hole made you even more embarrassed yet you couldn't get enough. "Dirty little slut, wanna cum?" He asked his moans getting caught in his throat yet you only nod.

"Yes- please let me cum" you beg, as his hips relentlessly snap into a spot that made your mind go completely blank, "right there" you groan making him hum "yeah? Right here?" He says as he pushed your down completely his legs caging you in, your hands grip at the cushion of the couch wanting to Barry your face and hide your loud moans.

His tip plunging in and out of you at the same spot, gasping as you feel the knot in your stomach completely release and tighten around him, his hips twitch and his thrusts become sloppy, he was close and you could tell as he fucked you through your high.

"I'm cumming" he groaned, you bite your lips holding in a loud groan as the warmth inside you spreads with the white spurts of his cum almost spills past your entrance. Letting himself thrust deeper inside you to fuck his cum deeper inside you.

The feeling makes your hands shake as you reach behind you to gram his wrist. "No! It's too much" you whine as he let your whines fall on deaf ears, he bucked his hips into you lazily until he was content with how fucked out you looked and your hips shake in overstimulation.

Not pulling out pulls you back firm against his chest as lets you sit in his lap, without a word he sat and waited for you to fall asleep until he lazily pulled out and grabbed all his items making sure to leave nothing behind.

The next day you heard the buzz of your apartment go off so you open your door seeing a small VCR tape sitting on the welcome mat with a note written on a yellow faded sticky note

"I hope you enjoy the movie" you read out loud as you held the plastic in your hand with furrow brows. Closing the door you turn on your VCR player and insert it. The screen on your TV displaying you from the night before on the couch completely wrecked and a moaning mess.

Looking at the note that was in your hand you see the small initials on the bottom.

G.F<3

𝐌𝐘 (𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋) 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐋: 𝐢 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥; 𝐢 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 —

word count: 6.8K (omg im so sorry 🗿 to be fair, there are some flashbacks and we’re mostly dealing with Sunghoon’s thoughts) might need to grab a drink and/or a snack for this one babes 🏃🏻‍♀️💨 also here is another song! (it’s where I got the title for this update hehe)

warning(s)/notes: this may or may not be a character study? Sunghoon kills someone 💀 (he has to eat yall!), mentions of blood, talks of death and a little bit of angst but there's fluff to make up for it 😋

“You know… I don’t get you.”

Almost immediately, Sunghoon bristles at the sound of Beomgyu’s voice, though he doesn’t give the parasite the satisfaction as the demon keeps his gaze on the boiling pot of kimchi-jjigae.

“I never asked you to ‘get me’ in the first place. You’re a guest, not my roommate.” He grunts. Perhaps keeping his attention on something else other than the current bane of his existence would keep him from blowing up. “Do you have anything else to say, or will you let me cook in peace now?”

He rolls his eyes upon hearing Beomgyu make some type of distressed noise from the back of his throat, “See! That! You’re so—how do you say this… dismissive? Detached? You can’t possibly think I believe that you and Y/N have something going on!” He exclaims right when Sunghoon whirls around, face twisted in an annoyed grimace directed at the parasite making himself home on one of the barstools.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but why do you even need proof that there is something?”

“You and Y/N are polar opposites and I don’t see how that’s going to work in the long run.” Beomgyu shrugs, popping a chip into his mouth.

Sunghoon snorts, arching an eyebrow, “again, I fail to see why you feel the need to stick your nose into something that doesn’t even involve you.” He crosses his arms, “and Y/N and I are fine.”

Beomgyu hums, “that’s what you think.” He says nonchalantly as if he’s talking about the weather. “Look, I’m just saying. If it didn’t work out between Y/N and I or her and Heeseung, what makes you so sure it’s going to work out between the both of you?” He asks, cocking his head slightly.

It’s taking everything in Sunghoon to not act out right then and there. Just what gave Beomgyu the right to psychoanalyze everything between him and Y/N? Sunghoon is very much aware that he’s not as affectionate as Y/N, nor is he outspoken like her, but it doesn’t seem to bother his human in the slightest and if it did, she’ll make sure to let him know. Besides, why would he even listen to whatever bullshit this is?

“Listen, I don’t know what’s the purpose of this mind-numbing conversation, but I’d advise you to leave the kitchen right now before I do something we both won’t like.”

It’s a definite threat, but to Beomgyu, it doesn’t seem like one as he merely raises an eyebrow, scoffing, “sure…” he drawls, hopping off of the barstool, “good luck dealing with an upset Y/N then.” Sunghoon’s jaw clenches at the sound of the chip bag rustling, “speaking of our favorite girl, I’m gonna go and get her since the kimchi-jjigae is just about done.” The parasite even has the gall to flash him a sarcastic smile that only furthers the demon’s annoyance.

Sunghoon huffs, returning his attention back to the various ingredients laid out on the counter-tap beside the gas range. “No, I still have to cook something else.”

“Sweet. I’ll be hanging around in Y/N’s room then.” Beomgyu grins, laughing to himself as he skips towards where Y/N’s bedroom is.

The demon resists the urge to hurl the knife at the back of Beomgyu’s head.

Sunghoon supposes he should be used to this part when it comes to existing as a demon, but he always found the way he had to survive repulsive no matter how often he had to venture into the dark night in search of a warm body to devour all throughout the years of his existence. Jay would often joke that the youngest of the demon trio still had some humanity left in him if he feels that way after years of feeding on humans and funny enough, it always left Sunghoon wondering if “dad” somehow had fucked up his transformation process.

He did such a sloppy job with the John Doe too, grimacing at the mess he made on the nameless man’s neck who id obviously dead by the looks of it. Sunghoon immediately blames the uncharacteristic messiness on his temper as it does hold some truth.

He’s a patient man; he’s known for it by his peers and no matter how much it was tested on the daily by the human he had grown fond of, Sunghoon always took time to keep his temper in check, making sure to calm himself down before he acted or opened his mouth. The last thing he wants to do is lash out at Y/N when things are going so well with whatever they have going on at the moment.

Patience is what he valued most; he holds it in high regard and he came so close to wearing it thin to the point of almost snapping because of the new addition to the household, Choi Beomgyu.

Sunghoon is well aware of the past Beomgyu shared with Y/N; after all, it’s apparent to the demon that his human is honest so he understood how she had to constantly reassure him that there is nothing going on between them, that Beomgyu is just affectionate as they come and that Sunghoon didn’t need to worry about Y/N taking interest.

That should have been enough for Sunghoon to keep his restless thoughts at bay. Y/N had already been clear with her intentions ever since the beginning; no matter how questionable they are, he can tell that she’s genuine, that she really wants him as much as he wants her in every way possible. But Beomgyu, Choi fucking Beomgyu who has no sense of personal space, comes barging in on what was once a peaceful coexistence between a demon and his human.

Having another to shelter wasn’t much of a burden at first. Sunghoon somehow always managed to cook a little too much for only two mouths to feed anyways (one of them not even needing to eat, but the demon thought it was kind of rude to not accompany the human who had let him stay) so another addition shouldn’t be that much of a bother, but oh how wrong he was.

Sunghoon was not at all expecting that the new addition would be a threat to his and Y/N’s relationship. Was he even a threat? Or was this all just in the demon’s head? He swears Beomgyu was doing all of this on purpose to piss him off. He can tell from being on the receiving end of Beomgyu’s shit-eating grins when he’d successfully strayed her attention from him, smug smirks when Y/N coddles him and the all too polite smiles that just annoyed the demon considering there’s a significant chance that the parasite was up to something.

Maybe it was a tug of possessiveness that caused him to act this way. It’s a soul binding contract, despite the fact that there will be no souls in danger of being taken once it ends. Still, he’s bound to Y/N and his attraction and attachment to her is only amplified by it and It’s only to Sunghoon’s relief that his patience saved him from doing something rash; like attacking the temporary roommate who made it his life’s mission to annoy the fuck out of him—his patience and of course, his human. He’d rather burn in Hell than to upset her.

He lets out a long exhale at the bloody sight, his tongue darting out to lick the remnants of the sanguine hue coating his lips before wiping all of it away with the back of his hand. Sunghoon cringes at the taste. An alcoholic. He concludes, noting how sour it tasted as he snaps his fingers and immediately, raging blue fire engulfs the body he dragged deep into the woods at the outskirts of Seoul.

Sure he could have been more… efficient with tonight’s agenda. He’s always been careful—well, as much as he can be when sinking two rows of sharp pointed teeth into a human’s jugular—Sunghoon’s methods were always measured to reduce the amount of work he needed to put in when it comes to removing the evidence of his carnage.

But even a patient man such as himself can get lost in the bloodlust and it doesn’t help that he isn’t in the best of moods at the moment as he stands there watching the fire burn the corpse until nothing is left but bones of the man that was victim to Sunghoon’s wrath to be manually disposed of.

Sunghoon heads home eventually once he calms down and it’s a few minutes past two in the morning when he materializes in the middle of the kitchen. It’s a relief that no one is awake at the moment, especially Beomgyu, knowing he was notorious for staying up late for whatever reason and he didn’t want to explain why he was out late at this time or why he looked like he crawled out of Hell.

His mind was too muddled by anger to even swap his white button up shirt for a plain black tee prior to his rendezvous and Sunghoon can imagine how much of a mess he looks right now with the red staining his shirt, hands, face and even his hair. It’s thanks to his teleportation ability that he’s able to avoid any alarmed stares completely or it would have been a daunting task to explain why he was even covered in blood. He’s tired too and all he wants to do right now is wash up and lay in bed until the sun’s rays filter through the blinds.

Though it seems that Sunghoon didn’t even consider that Y/N might be awake at this time of night. Normally she should have been fast asleep at this hour, but as soon as he turns to the hallway where all the bedrooms are, the human’s door opens and there he’s met with Y/N donned in her usual pastel ensemble, wearing a similar expression of surprise.

He freezes on the spot, “Y/N…”

She blinks, stepping out of her room and closing the door behind her, “Hoonie. Did you just get home? From feeding?”

Her voice is leveled when she asks him, but the demon’s eyebrows furl together when he senses a spike of fear from Y/N when her eyes roam over his figure, “yeah.” He answers quietly. “I didn’t know you were still awake. Sorry you had to see me like this.”

He doesn’t even know why he apologized. She knows what he gets up during Friday nights anyways, so why did he feel the need to? Is it because this is the first time he’s actually sensed genuine fear from her?

The fear doesn’t linger for too long, however, and it is replaced by a tug of understanding in no time as Sunghoon sees her smiling slightly while she takes measured steps towards him, a hand outstretched. “No need to apologize, you just surprised me, 's all.” He lets her take his hand into hers, “c’mon.”

She ends up dragging Sunghoon to the bathroom and he’s left standing in the middle of the tiled expanse, not really knowing what he’s brought here for as he takes in the sight of his human wringing a hand towel under the running water. He grows even more confused when she hops to sit on the counter, slightly tilting his head to the side at the expectant gaze he gets.

He guesses he took too long from guessing when she rolls her eyes, “come here.” She orders in a soft tone, gesturing for him to come forward.

It’s when he stands in between Y/N’s parted thighs and her pressing the warm cloth against his cheek does the realization dawn on him. Though Y/N completely ignores the questioning stare which earns a sigh as the demon lets her do as she pleases.

“Didn’t know you were such a messy eater.” Y/N tuts as she makes work of rubbing the dried blood on his chin away. “You look like you came straight out of Jennifer’s Body.” Sunghoon snorts at the comparison.

“Is it because of the bloody mess or the fact that I’m a demon?”

Y/N lets out a soft laugh, moving to clean up his neck next, “both, but hey,” There’s a twinkle in her eye when she speaks the next string of words, “at least you still look really good at being a mess.”

The praise immediately paints a rosy hue on his cheeks, nose bridge and a little on the tips of his ears. Although he should have expected her bold remarks from the get-go as she often finds something of his to gush about and her fascination with his appearance after the last Friday plan on his nonexistent list is no exception to that.

Sunghoon fails to suppress a shiver once her nimble fingers skim against his pulse point and if Y/N notices, she doesn’t comment on it, choosing to focus on her self-assigned task.

It’s quite fascinating, the demon thinks, that in spite of how brazen Y/N is with her words; no thought being put into them either because she just says whatever it is on her mind without thinking of the consequences, she’s surprisingly kind—possibly one of the kindest Sunghoon has come across so far in his life and he’s met a fair share of individuals throughout the years he has walked the planet after being turned.

It’s proven by how gentle she is with him even if the demon is nowhere near hurt; no scrapes, no cuts, no nothing and yet Y/N still had the mind to clean up the dried blood staining his bordering on porcelain complexion with much care as she hums a soft tune to herself, her legs swinging back and forth on either side of him.

Sunghoon finds it rather adorable how she’s so focused on the task too, her tongue peaking out in concentration as she rubs at a spot under his ear, “you do know I can just magic this all away, right?” The fact has her pausing from her ministrations as Y/N blinks owlishly at him. “And shouldn’t this be the other way around?” He adds on as a joke while gesturing in between them.

His human hums again in acknowledgement, resuming her ministrations, “eh, I don’t really want to waste even more energy standing around.” Y/N shrugs, twisting her torso to the side where the sink is to rinse and wring out the towel. “And I’m aware of your freaky demon powers, but what kind of roommate would I be if I don't take care of you for once?”

Fuck.

If she expects him to have anything to say to that, then she’s sorely mistaken and it seems that no words are needed when a cheeky smile instantly curls her lips while Sunghoon feels the heel of her food nudge at the back of his knee. It’s absolutely ridiculous how just one look from Y/N can render him speechless, even more so when it’s paired with those shining, full-of-admiration eyes of hers that made him feel everything at once.

“Right, I think I’m done with your face and hands,” Y/N mumbles mostly to herself as she sets the damp hand towel on her thigh for the time being to raise both of her hands and lets them rest tentatively against Sunghoon’s chest. “Can I..?” She asks him, looking into his eyes.

Sunghoon briefly glances down where her fingers are placed near the buttons of his stained shirt and then at Y/N who chews slightly at her bottom lip, waiting for him to give her the green light. It doesn’t take him long to make up his mind however, so with a sigh through his nose, he nods. “Yeah, go ahead.” And he’s rewarded with a relieved smile.

Y/N makes work of the buttons, tender as ever with her movements and one by one as each button popped open to reveal more of his flawless complexion, Sunghoon can’t contain the grin that pulls at his lips once the awaited gasp falls from Y/N’s lips. Whether it’s from momentarily admiring his slim yet tone build underneath the loose shirt or something else entirely; either way, it still has her shamelessly gawking.

“What…” She trails off once her fingers undo the final button before pushing off the shirt from his shoulders to reveal what had aroused his human’s apparent interest, “you—you have a tattoo.” She clarifies, her own words mostly directed at herself to give her the reassurance that what she’s looking at is real.

Out of curiosity, her fingers brush against the strokes of black ink, not really paying attention to the splatters of red that seeped from his once pristine white shirt, preoccupied with the head of the dragon splayed on his right pectoral—amazed by the attention to detail as Y/N traces a finger down the length of its tail that disappeared beneath the band of his boxers and black jeans.

“It looks amazing.” She mumbles, lips parted in awe as Sunghoon suppresses another shudder at the tenderness of her touch dancing around his rib. “Is there a story behind it?”

That’s when reality comes crashing down on the demon as he sucks in a sharp breath.

It’s the only tattoo ingrained on his skin, a rather large and detailed one at that, so of course there was going to be some lore behind it—what pushed him to have a dragon of all things permanently branded onto him.

Y/N had a streak of letting Sunghoon know what she feels; she was never the type to sugarcoat her words either and she had laid herself bare for him to pick apart. It only made sense that the demon would give the same energy back.

Apart from that, Sunghoon thinks it’s time to tell her. She at least deserves to know the reason behind the demon’s reluctance of acknowledging whatever is budding between them.

Falling for a human wasn’t exactly on his 2021 resolutions list… not for a second time at that and one would think Sunghoon would have learnt from his mistakes by now. Twenty years of being under probation and the watchful eyes of Satan himself caused by his fuck up in Japan should have re-enforced the walls around him, but he had done an awful mistake of miscalculating the strength needed to keep them from crumbling.

Because Y/N is a force to reckon with and she had knocked down all of the walls that shielded him as if they were nothing.

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.” Y/N’s voice pulls him out of the depths of his mind. She regards him with an understanding look as he slowly blinks back into reality.

Sunghoon swallows thickly, shaking his head, “no, I want to.” He says. voice firm “And you have to know. It’s only fair that I’d be honest with you too.”

That only increases Y/N’s curiosity, having her sit up straighter. “You didn’t overthrow a kingdom, did you?” She jokes as the warm and damp towel makes contact with his chest.

“I would for you.” He says in earnest which earns a miniscule, but still pleased smile, “but not exactly. Bear with me, it might be long.”

“We have all the time in the world, Hoonie.”

The demon’s eyes crinkle at the corners at the remark, “if only that applied to us.”

Sunghoon tells her of the time he, Jay and Jake decide to relocate from the US and settle in the land of the rising sun, Japan, for a change of scenery. Well, it was more of them filling their quota of striking deals with humans residing in the country and experiencing the so-called American dream. They’ve lived there long enough, in the bustling city of New York for more than thirty years and it’s when a handful of people who were subjected to seeing the triad of demons on the daily started to comment on how they don’t seem to age, Jay thought it was best to move on.

“Not even 3 days later after settling in Kobe, I was summoned by a girl named Hiromi. She was about your age, maybe a year younger.” Sunghoon continues, his fingernails drumming against the quartz counter right beside Y/N’s thigh, “you kind of remind me of Hiromi-chan, now that I think about it. With the energy and all.” The demon makes a vague hand gesture. “She was the granddaughter of a Yakuza leader.” He doesn't miss the way Y/N perked at the detail, still he goes on with his retelling, “and since I had to be with her at all times…”

“You became a member of the Yakuza.” She finishes for him in awe. “That’s so cool.”

“Right?” Sunghoon muses. “It was a fool-proof plan too. Hiromi-chan’s grandfather never suspected a thing, though I think he was beginning to suspect that I might have… harbored something for his granddaughter, but he never really confronted me about it. I was one of his best henchmen too, so he couldn’t really do anything even if he tried. I am a demon after all.” And Sunghoon’s eyes flashes red for an added effect, earning a giggle from Y/N.

The demon’s musing falls short, a slight frown now pulling at his lips as he avoids her gaze, “and then I did something.”

“Judging by the way you said that, it doesn’t sound good.”

Sunghoon sighs, “it wasn’t. It was the first time I went against Satan and he did not like my disobedience.”

“Do you think it worked?” Hiromi asked as she watched a mixture of her and Sunghoon’s blood sizzle in the silver bowl the girl had procured for the ritual of voiding their contract.

Sunghoon continues to survey the bowl in between them both with a concentrated pout. “Probably. Jay did say it was supposed to do that.” The sizzling grows even louder.

Hiromi’s eyebrows shot up to disappear beneath her bangs. “Jongseong? Willingly helping you to be with me? I thought he’d rather kiss Satan’s ass than break the rules?”

“Oh he doesn’t know that I’m actually doing it. I asked him in a hypothetical sense and since he was rather preoccupied in making sure his client didn't kill himself, he more or less answered every question I had.” All of a sudden, the blood evaporates into nothing, pulling matching looks of awe as a breeze enters Hiromi’s room.

“Think that’s a sign?” She asks as she walks over to Sunghoon.

“I hope so. Once we test it out, then we can take our leave.”

“What about your brothers?”

Sunghoon shrugs, pulling her into his arms, “Jay and Jake will do just fine without me.” And then he leans down to kiss her tenderly, laughing softly against her lips because of Hiromi having to stand on her tippy toes. “You’re the one I want to be with right now and forever, if time permits.”

Hiromi beams up at him, getting on her tippy toes again for another kiss, “right now and forever, huh? I’d like that.”

There’s a wry grin curling at Sunghoon’s lips, “now what’s with that face, little human?” He muses, snickering when Y/N’s scowl deepens, “are you perhaps jealous of a girl that’s long gone? Is that it?”

“No. I was wondering what it would have been like if you were just as sweet right now as you were back then.” Her face then twists, displeased at the thought, “lucky bitch.” Y/N mumbles.

Sunghoon laughs heartily at that, “what, is present me not sweet enough for you?”

“I like you the way you are, don’t worry, I’m just being silly, I guess.”

He snorts, “when are you not ‘silly?’” The demon grunts when Y/N delivers a kick to the back of his knee. “Alright going back… we never got to elope—er, leave her grandfather’s place after that. The old geezer had called me and a few of the members to discuss our next attack against a rival clan and in the middle of it, we heard Hiromi-chan scream. I ran to her as fast as I could, but I was too late.” Sunghoon’s eyebrows knit together. “Turns out the ritual worked. Because I found Hiromi dead while I was still standing, feeling not an ounce of pain. Thankfully the rest of the guys managed to apprehend whoever killed her.”

Y/N frowns, taking in the pained look on his face while his jaw clenched at the memory, “and then Satan found out what you did, didn’t he?”

A hollow laugh leaves him, “of course he did and I’m the reason why rules were made when we have to deal with clients. I spent 20 years under probation in Hell just going through rigorous training under Satan himself, making sure he imprinted it in my mind that doing all that for me and Hiromi was a mistake. It was the worst time of my life.”

Sunghoon chews on the bottom of his lips slightly, a finger pointing to his inked skin. “I got this tattoo probably a week after Hiromi was buried underneath the sakura tree in her grandfather’s garden. Then I was picked up by “dad” 3 days later.”

Sunghoon glares defyingly up at Lord Satan seated on his throne made of obsidian, though the devil only seemed mildly amused at the obvious display of hatred, humming as he rested his cheek on the palm of his hand.

“Now now, Sunghoon,” he tuts, “you are in no position to sulk when it is entirely your fault that you are here.” Here as in kneeling in front of Satan and in front of his other half, Lucifer (aka “dad”) who looks far more displeased than the reigning king of Hell himself. Jay and Jake are on either side of the youngest of the trio to keep him incapacitated, both holding onto the chains that bounded his arms together behind him.

“You’re lucky Yoongi over here,” Satan points to where Lucifer stood beside him, “can speak for you, being his so called son and all. Ugh he’s no fun.”

If this were a completely different situation, Sunghoon would have snorted at the sight of “dad’s” eyebrow twitching at Seokjin’s (Lord Satan) moments of childishness. “Yes, well, I created him. It’s only fair that I get to decide what happens to my children.” Yoongi drawls, the same inky eyes regarding the youngest with mild disappointment. “A human, really, Sunghoon?”

“No point in scolding me about it when she’s already dead.” He snaps.

Yoongi's eyes narrow into slits as he raises his chin, “then I’ll make this brief.”

His human’s fingers are still at their gentle dance on top of his chest as if she was petting the head of the dragon, “you got this to remember her then…” It comes out as a statement with the way her voice trails off.

The demon hums in confirmation, “to honor her, more like, and it was fitting since I was part of the Yakuza. Bet you weren’t expecting that, were you?”

“Gosh, you really are one hell of a demon,” Y/N laughs, eyes sparkling under the warm lights of the bathroom, “now if you could just show me your tentacles, then I can proudly say I have an all in one demon.”

Sunghoon groans, letting his head fall forward, bemused at the new course of this conversation, “sweet Satan, Y/N, you’re still hung up on that? Isn’t knowing that I can conjure them when I want to enough for you?” He lifts his head up slightly, enough for Y/N to see the look of mock disappointment etched on his face.

She uses the back of her hand to muffle her giggles, flashing him a cheeky smile after. “I’m a ‘see it to believe it’ type of person, so no, it isn’t enough that I know. I want to see them.”

“Yet you already believed demons existed before you even got to see one.” Before you got to see me. “What makes this different?”

“Hoonie," she whines, "I just want to see them! Satiate my curiosity or whatever.”

Sunghoon arches an eyebrow, “I think you want me to satiate something else other than your curiosity, hm?”

That earns a scandalized gasp, “Sunghoon!”

“Why are you so shy now? Weren’t you the one being so vocal of wanting me to destroy you—” He doesn’t get to tease her further, a yelp flying past his lips instead as Y/N, once again, delivers a harsher nudge to the back of his knee that causes him to stumble forward. It’s all so sudden too, though his arms are quick to fly out in reflex to brace himself so that he wouldn’t bump heads with his human.

Y/N amidst the situation makes a noise at the back of her throat in surprise as her hands also react on impulse to prevent any casualties, the flat of her palms pressed firmly against the demon’s chest as she finds herself caged on the counter by his arms. It’s quite the compromising position—honestly, they both should have expected it from the initial set-up that came out straight from a young adult romance novel—Sunghoon in between Y/N’s thighs, his human's hand pressed against his chest and their noses brushing against each others.

“Oh…” Y/N says quietly, “hi.”

Sunghoon cracks a smile at her bashfulness, “hello.” His reply is just as quiet, if not lower than his usual tone as Sunghoon’s lips twitched at the warm puffs of air that brushed against them and it is then does he realize the gravity of the situation once he finds himself lost in the depths of Y/N’s eyes.

Perhaps if his and Y/N’s predicament went a whole lot differently, Sunghoon would have done what any man could have resorted into doing once they’re given the greenlight by the person they find himself this close to; lean in, close the gap and get pulled in by the saccharine feeling of having his lips pressed against another’s. He could even run his long and nimble fingers through her hair, cup her cheek with one hand—cup both of them with both of his hands and savor the euphoric feeling of being this close to the person that matters most to him.

She’s so close and he had the capacity to do all that if he wanted. Just one nudge forward and Sunghoon can guarantee he’d be replaying the scene over and over in his head.

But Sunghoon prides himself in being patient. He prides himself for living a disciplined life that he should be grateful his self-control was able to prevent him from doing something rash, but strangely enough, he only feels bitter for doing none of what his inner subconscious had been pushing him to do from the moment Y/N had pulled him down with her on the couch to cuddle that one night. Instead, he widens the gap in between them and his chest aches at the slight disappointment twisting at his human’s features.

“You… don’t want to?” And Sunghoon knew what she meant by that. It’s really not hard to guess when he can clearly see just how bad Y/N wants to kiss him… and he would be lying if he says he doesn’t feel the same.

“Oh I want to, little human. Never think for a second that I don’t want to.” He says firmly as Y/N blinks at the gentle action of Sunghoon cradling her face in his hands. “But we can’t. At least not right now.”

Y/N sighs at that, but leans into his touch nonetheless as she fixes him a tired smile, “demon thing?”

He offers her a rueful smile, both thumbs gently swiping at her cheeks, “demon thing.”

“But you’ll still kiss me before you say goodbye for the last time, right? Because I would definitely regret it if I don’t kiss you at least once in my life.”

Sunghoon can’t help but to laugh softly at the admission, “I’ll kiss you as long as you want me to.” As long as you need me to. “Maybe if I kiss you once we cross paths again someday, you’ll remember me.”

“It would be really romantic if I remember after that, ignoring how a total stranger came into my personal space, still, at least I’ll know it’s you.” His human then mirrors his rueful smile from before, though it appears her heart isn’t entirely in it as it looks more like a grimace. Sunghoon still thinks she looks quite adorable. “But I really hope it won’t come to that.” She laughs bitterly, “this sucks.”

Oh Sunghoon is very much aware of how the rule, in fact, sucks. It’s his fault after all; why there were so many restrictions, why there were rules demons of his ranks had to follow if they didn’t want to be subject to what Sunghoon had gone through when he dared. It’s rather ironic really—how a lawless place called Hell had restrictions for different sets of humans, demons and creatures alike, but without them, Hell would have probably been in disarray at this point in time so he could understand why Lord Satan had to appoint some.

He supposes Heaven could be the same. Balance and all. If either tipped the scale, Sunghoon was sure it would affect the mortal world one way or another and he knows it won't be a pretty sight.

“I know, angel.” He says softly, “and I know it’s all my fault why it has to happen. Lord Satan drilled it into my head for 20 years, making sure that I knew what I did was a mistake.”

Y/N snorts, “never knew I was housing a former outlaw.” She snickers when Sunghoon squeezes her cheeks together, making her look like a fish for a moment before relieving the pressure, “you’re not saying I’m a mistake too though, are you?”

The demon balks at her question, shaking his head immediately, “no, Satan, no. Of course not—look at me, Y/N.” It doesn’t take much coaxing really as Y/N’s response to his request is immediate, “you’re not, okay? You aren’t and won’t ever be.” He murmurs and the next course of actions is completely of Sunghoon’s own accord.

For once, he ignores the nagging in his mind, absolving from the patient man he has built his identity around. Sunghoon crowds closer into Y/N’s space, letting one of his hands part from her face to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear as he places a kiss on Y/N’s forehead.

Sunghoon makes it so in being gentle with his actions that Y/N wonders if she just imagined the whole thing. It’s immediately proven not to be one of her delusions when she realizes that her roommate isn’t finished with his treatment, the tip of his nose brushing against her skin when he kisses her cheek next. Y/N’s face feels hot to the touch at this point when Sunghoon moves lower to press his lips against her pulse point on her neck and lastly, she lets out a stuttered sigh at the feeling of them skimming against her exposed shoulder from where the collar of her oversized shirt slipped.

“I know I just said I can’t kiss you on the lips,” Sunghoon mumbles, before mouthing at the dip in between her neck and shoulder, “but it doesn’t mean that I can’t kiss you anywhere else.” Something stirs in the demon’s chest upon feeling his human shiver when his breath grazes her neck.

And there’s an all too satisfied smirk pulling at Sunghoon’s lips once pulls away from Y/N, pleased that his human is rendered speechless this time. “I’ll take it from here, little human. Thank you for your hard work.” He says coolly, his finger pushing her chin up to close her previously gaping mouth. “Why don’t you sleep in my room tonight?”

Y/N blinks, slowly nodding, “okay…”

His smile widens, “good girl. I’ll be with you shortly.”

Sunghoon comes bounding into his room a few minutes later after he washes off the remaining grime stuck to his skin, now wearing a loose shirt and a pair of drawstring shorts that he had conjured with magic. If he hadn’t remembered that he could do that, then he would have been at risk of subjecting his human into cardiac arrest if he had walked in with just a towel wrapped around his waist. Sunghoon would like to have a peaceful night after that disaster of a conversation with Beomgyu.

The door closes behind him with a soft click, eyes lingering on the tuft of Y/N’s hair peeking from under the covers with an amused smile tilting his lips as he makes his way towards the bed.

“Comfortable?” Sunghoon asks as he lifts the duvet, revealing a rather sheepish and slightly disheveled Y/N giggling.

“Very.” She grins, scooting over to make some space for him and Sunghoon wastes no time settling beside her as he makes sure that the duvet covers them both.

This is definitely different from the time they found their limbs entangled with each other’s on the couch. It’s different, yes, but It isn’t unpleasant—just something both parties will have to get used to, now that they have all the space the queen sized bed can grant them. Though it doesn’t take them too long to adjust and a half hour later, Y/N has once again found home in Sunghoon’s chest, pushing herself impossibly close to him (his body temperature runs hotter than most) as the demon himself lets the human use his arm as a pillow while his free arm is thrown around her waist.

It’s quiet between them both, save for the humming of the air conditioning unit that Sunghoon wonders if Y/N has already fallen asleep. It read 3:06 AM on his digital clock so it would be understandable if she was, but judging by her heartbeat, she’s still awake, eyes just closed and he isn’t able to bite back the next slew of words that had somehow bypassed his filter.

“You’re happy with me, right?”

That seems to do the trick in rendering Y/N fully awake as she blinks up at him in question, “of course I am.”

Sunghoon clicks his tongue, eyes closing and resting his head flat on his pillow, “no like… are you happy with me?”

“As I’ve said, I am.” Y/N says firmly this time as she sits up and hovering above her roommate. “Where’s this coming from all of a sudden, Hoonie?” She asks him, letting a hand rest on his cheek, hoping he could bring his head back down from the clouds… or wherever he is right now. It takes a little more coaxing before Sunghoon opens his eyes and cranes his neck to look at her.

And my oh my, is that expression a first for Y/N to witness etched on his face.

“Sunghoon…” Y/N starts softly, “I’ve been at my happiest the moment you cooked your very first meal for me and I will continue to be as long as I’m with you.” She then giggles, cooing at how cute Sunghoon looked at the moment as she brushes away his hair from his forehead to reveal the smooth skin and his pair of thick eyebrows framing his handsome face. “And I know it’s obvious already, but I really like you, Hoon.”

Even if that confession was long due already, given that it is quite obvious that his human is quite far gone for him, it still makes something warm bloom in the depth of his chest that gradually spreads to the ends of his body.

“Are you doubting my feelings for you?” She’s joking. He can tell by the cheeky smile tipping her lips and Sunghoon immediately shakes his head. Of course not. He’s never doubted her, not even once. “Then why the sudden question?”

“Some… dude put ideas in my head, I guess… I’m sorry.”

It looks like his human may have an idea on who the “dude” might be just by her eye roll alone, but she decides to not address it in favor of planting a soft peck on his forehead. Sunghoon’s cheeks promptly flush when Y/N wiggles back down to her previous spot.

“Well, whoever that is obviously doesn’t know how things work here.” Y/N snorts, nuzzling her face once more in the soft material of his shirt. “Now if that’s all, I wanna sleep.”

The demon smiles, “alright. I’ll just… lay here..?”

“Mm.”

“... hey, Y/N?”

“Mm?”

“I… really like you too.”

That elicits a sleepy giggle from her, “yeah? Good, or it would have been so embarrassing hearing no answer for my confession earlier.”

Sunghoon chuckles, pressing a kiss on top of her head. “Okay, little human. Go to sleep. I’ll be here when you open your eyes.”

a/n: pain. just pain, WHEN WILL IT BE MY TURN TO BE HAPPY? 😭💔 also there’s a link to the inspo of Hoon’s tattoo right after y/n says “you have a tattoo” in case you glossed over it 😋 and what a great way to end the week methinks hehe see you monday!

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𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Sunghoon wasn’t expecting to be sent to the mortal world by his “father”, much less being forced into attending college (he’s a demon! why would he need to?!) and being accidentally summoned by a clueless human almost had him marching straight into Hell to have a word with its ruler. Only he couldn’t, because he was already bound to you by a fucking paper-cut sealing your contract which means he can’t just leave the mortal world without taking something of yours in return.

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NOW WE’RE EVEN

“good luck trying to get rid of me”

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: crack; enemies to lovers; fake dating au; sm au.

warnings: explicit jokes; some angsty realizations about feelings ; mentions of stalking

summary: in which in a serious of unfortunate events a piece of paper promising jungkook she'd do anything to return a favour comes back to haunt y/n. who would've thought jungkook would actually ask her to return the favour and expect her to be his fake girlfriend. oh well, accidents happen and jungkook never forgets promises.

— masterlist

part 1. explicit brain

part 2. pure poison

part 3. real girlfriend

part 4. explaining to do

part 5. shower thoughts

part 6. min devil

part 7. bully on main

part 8. dinner?? together??

part 9. locked INSIDE

part 10. enemies since birth

part 11. shaking in fear

part 12. elevator talks

part 13. forbidden room

part 14. it’s ART

part 15. only threats

part 16. accidents happen

part 17. ugly scream

part 18. say goodnight

part 19. ugly words

part 20. strange feeling

part 21. jealousy is a disease

part 22. baby??

part 23. accidently confessed

part 24. ITS A JOKE

part 25. poisonous cake

part 26. heartfelt behaviour

part 27. accidently matching

part 28. lonely thoughts

part 29. intentional confession

part 30. now we're even

end.

by popular demand I rewrote this au and here it is 😽 I hope u enjoy it

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into the aurora -- chapter three (ot8)

chapter three: the beginning of the end

summary: you didn't expect to run into choi san outside of the venue, especially when your phone was dead and you were stranded in a random city. a kind offer for a phone charger turns into so much more, and you end up falling into a relationship with all eight members of ateez.

warnings: pushy guy / unwanted advances, protective!yunho, protective!mingi, protective!ot8 let's be honest, suggestive content, light violence. please let me know if I missed any.

pairings: ot8 x reader

genre: fluff, angst, romance, ateez ensemble x reader, polyamory, non-idol!reader, fem!reader, eventual smut

word count: 3.8K

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You’re one of the last people to leave the floor of the venue. You were front row like always, but it felt different now that the boys you were staring up at were people you actually knew. You sang just as hard, danced along, and fan chanted just like you always do, but this time it was even more surreal. Your body is vibrating with the music and the left over feeling of the bass, and being this close to the stage so many nights in a row has your head ringing.

You stay seated for a while after the show ends, watching the looping videos that they have running to play out the fans. You’ll have to wait at least an hour and a half post show before you can head back to the green room post VIP signing to see them, so for now, you wait. Your mind can’t stop running over the day. The dance practice, the music, the kiss. And after, the way that you stayed lingering around San, his fingertips consistently finding you. You were able to spend time with everyone during hair and makeup since they were stuck in their chairs for so long. The crew taking care of makeup were so kind and even gave you a little extra glitter on your lids and cheeks to add a little extra sparkle. Soundcheck passed in a blur, the group consistently smiling to you as you waited in the wings.

During the show it was even more intense. Of course, they were performing as they always do, connecting with as many fans as possible, but during Déjà Vu when San looked directly at you while singing his verse, you were sure your soul left your body.

Eventually the venue is almost empty, so you hop up and head out of the side door. Security had told you earlier in the night which entrance to go through to get to the green room, you just had to provide your name and you would be on the list just like one of the managers or tour crew. In the large hallways of the venue food and drink stands were still operating, though it appeared the staff were starting to wrap up. Checking your watch, it looked like you maybe had another 15 to 30 minutes before you would see the guys again, so you decide to grab a quick drink. You’ve had one already tonight, but you’re generally trying to keep it in check since San and Hongjoong both said they wanted to talk to you after the show, especially if it was about the potential job opportunity. But since the nerves were getting to you again, you head up to the bar and grab a beer.

The bartender pours you a tall one and waves you off when you try to pass him cash. “We’re closed anyways,” he says, and you thank him before starting back towards the other end of the venue where the entrance to backstage is.

When you make it that far, you’ve had about half the beer on the walk. You spot an unfamiliar security guard, but you this is the entrance you were told to use so you continue forwards.

“Excuse me,” you say, getting the large man’s attention. He’s tall and broad, wearing a black t-shirt with “Security” written across the front and back.

“Can I help you?” he asks, and you catch him glance you over.

“My name is y/n,” you say, trying to be friendly, “I was told earlier that I should come back to this entrance and give my name so I can get back to the green room. The band is expecting me,”

“y/n?” He says, not moving.

“Um… yes,” you nod, “they told me earlier that my name would be on a list?”

“You’re not on my list,” he states, and your heart drops. You haven’t exchanged any phone numbers with any of the boys so if you’re not able to make it backstage you worry that your chance to speak with them again will disappear.

“Can you check please?” He didn’t even so much as glance at his clipboard when you first approached.

He glances down at the checklist quickly, scanning the names before shaking his head, “I don’t see you here,”

“There must be some kind of mistake,” you say, “I spoke with a woman from security earlier. She was tall and had short blonde hair, she was here around 3 o’clock?”

“Well, I don’t have you on my list,” he says, taking a step towards you, “so you’ll have to leave.”

“I’m sorry… I just…. I don’t,” you’re not sure what to do, and the security guard steps closer.

“I might be able to help you,” he says finally, taking one more step closer to you.

“How?” you ask immediately, trying to crane your neck to see over the edge of his clipboard to spot your name on the list that you’re sure the security guard from earlier had taken down.

“Well,” he says, a smirk crossing his face, “I think if you can do me a favor, I might be able to do you a favor.”

Your stomach drops.

“So,” he says, stepping closer to you, crowding you against the wall, “How badly do you want to get backstage?”

Words don’t come, the firm dark wall behind you connects sharply with your back and your fingers grip the sound proofing material. Your breath is sharp, and he pushes in against you with an arm on either side of your body, his hands planted on the wall to either side of your head.

“Not sure?” he says, angling closer.

“Please let me go,” you manage.

“Hmmmm,” he shakes his head, “I don’t think I can, you look like a security threat to me.”

Your stomach rolls as he leans closer, his knee slotting in between the space between your thighs and pressing you further into the wall. The beer you were holding slips from your fingers, splashing across the floor and against your legs. “Please stop.” You try once more, and then more firmly, “Stop!”

“I think a pretty thing like you shouldn’t be wandering around alone,” he shrugs, “so how about that favor?”

Before you can take another breath, you hear a shout from behind the security guard. You can’t quite tell who yet with this man crowding you and your vision, but the sound of a man’s shout and their rushed running forwards brings tears welling up in your eyes. Your hands are shaking, but the man against you sighs in frustration before pushing back away from you and the wall in one fluid motion.

“Get away from her!” As the man backs away, you see Yunho and Mingi rushing towards you, a couple of their tour crew hot on their heels.

“We were just having a little conversation,” he shrugs, “but we’re done now.”

“y/n!” Yunho calls, “Are you okay?”

Your voice is stuck for a minute before you nod, “Yeah, yes, I’m okay,”

Yunho and Mingi put themselves between you and the security guard, Yunho’s hand reaching back slightly to you but keeping their eyes fixed on him.

It’s Mingi that surprises you though, he’s furious. “You like to scare women, huh? Huh?”

“Look man,” the security guard starts, “she and I were just talking,”

It happens in a flash, Mingi strikes, and the man is laid out flat on the ground clutching his nose. Yunho takes two steps back towards you without turning, his hand connecting with your arm and fingers curling around your bicep. “Just talking,” Mingi spits under his breath.

Yunho turns his head to the side, glancing back at you, “Are you all right?”

Your eyes are still filled with tears, and you know your hands are still shaking, but you nod, “I’m fine, I’m okay,”

“Let’s go,” he says simply, turning now to face you, gently pulling you away from your prone position on the wall to follow him backstage. Mingi stays close, but you can feel that he’s still surveying the guard on the floor. After you make it into the hallways of backstage, Yunho smooths his hand across your shoulders, “He didn’t hurt you?” he questions.

“No,” you say, “he was just pushy,”

He nods once.

The greenroom door is just ahead, and Mingi pushes ahead of you to open it. On the other side you see the rest of the boys, a similar post show experience to the night before.

“Ah Atiny!” Wooyoung calls affectionately, seeing the group entering.

You felt like during the walk you had gotten it together a bit, but suddenly standing in the center of the room with eight pairs of eyes on you, tears well up again.

“y/n?” Seonghwa catches it first, “What is it?”

“It’s nothing,” you wave him away, shooting a glance to Mingi and Yunho, hoping they understand you’d rather not talk about it. “It’s just the last night of tour, the last show!” you say, attempting to brush off the feeling and turn it into something positive.

You feel like for a moment you might have gotten away with it, but Mingi huffs and says, “The security guard was bothering her, what a piece of-“

“What?” San cuts through, crossing the room for you, “What do you mean?”

“He had her in a corner.” Mingi says simply, and Yunho smacks his arm, gesturing towards you trying to get you to shut up, “Oh… uh… I’m sorry y/n. But I did hit him.”

San’s gaze snaps from Mingi back to you, and you hear Hongjoong shout, “Mingi!”

“I wasn’t going to let it go,” Mingi shrugs, “she was scared.”

“I’m fine,” you protest, “it’s fine,” you turn towards Yunho and Mingi, but San reaches out and holds your arms gently in his hands, “Thank you for helping though, he didn’t know how to take no for an answer.”

San’s hands slide up and down your arms in a gesture of comfort, “I’m sorry,” he says but for what you have no idea.

“I was more worried he wasn’t going to let me backstage,” you admit, “I thought I wouldn’t be able to get back in touch with you,”

San’s eyes widen, and he pulls you in close to wrap you in a hug.

“We would have come looking,” Yeosang offers from his place on the couch, “but I’m glad you’re okay.”

They all echo the sentiment, and as San holds you tightly Wooyoung comes to make the hug a group hug from behind you. You can’t help but laugh into San’s shoulder, the tears starting to dissipate.

“Let’s get you some food,” Jongho says, and you hear Seonghwa jump up and assist. They are piling a paper plate full of light snacks from the green room, and they pull a water bottle out of a nearby cooler. As Wooyoung and San break away, Jongho pushes the food into your hands and opens the water bottle for you before offering it over too.

“I,” you start to say but you shake your head, “thank you,”

This time, now that you’re more comfortable, you cross the room and take a seat on the couch next to Yeosang without needing to be asked. You start by taking a few long sips of water, the cold helping calm you immensely. The room is quiet for a few moments as you drink and start to pick at the food on your plate. Yunho crosses the room to sit on the arm of the couch, his hand reaching and resting on the back of your neck where he gently kneads his thumb against the knot of stress sitting between your shoulders.

You glance up at San, expecting to see flash of jealousy, but he smiles warmly and with comfort. Yunho’s hand is calming, and the presence of all these men brings your adrenaline down so you can breathe a little easier.

After a moment you say, “the show was amazing,”

“Yeah?” Jongho says.

“It gets better every time to be honest, and I can’t believe you did ‘Pick it Up’ during the encore, it was amazing to see live.”

There’s a chorus of thank yous, and you finish a few more bites of food before letting the plate rest on your knees. You don’t have much of an appetite, but you’re sure that this helped. San steps in, asking if you’re done and taking the plate away so you can relax.

“y/n,” Hongjoong pulls up a chair closer to your side of the room, “are you feeling better?”

You nod, “Much, thank you,”

He sighs, seeming grateful, and takes a breath before saying “I’ve spoken to Eden and some managers at KQ. There’s a place for you if you want it,”

“There is?” Your hands drop to your lap, and you’re sure your mouth has fallen open embarrassingly.

He laughs and gives you a grin, “It’s a junior position, a junior sound designer and audio editor, but you’d work with us and Eden and definitely get some experience like you wanted.”

“You’re serious?”

Yeosang laughs next to you, “We wouldn’t play a joke like that on you,”

“A place for me,” you repeat, mostly to yourself. It’s been a long time since you felt like you had one, and falling into it with Ateez feels right, feels sure.

“Mm,” Hongjoong nods again, “You don’t have to decide,” he starts to say but you cut him off, “Of course I’ll take the job.”

There’s cheers and congratulations, before you know it, you’re up on your feet and being embraced by everyone.

“Well, that’s it then,” Mingi announces, “our Atiny is joining the team! Let’s celebrate!”

Yunho and Seonghwa start passing out beers and soju, and you accept yours gratefully. “And you just finished your tour to entirely sold-out shows,” you remind them, “let’s drink to that too!”

San and Wooyoung are clapping and raising their glasses.

“Geonbae!” Mingi calls, and everyone calls the toast back, taking a cheerful swig of beer.

“What happens now?” You ask.

Hongjoong clears his throat, “Well, we talked about it this morning.”

It must have been part of the conversation you caught on the tour bus, completely forgotten after such a long day.

“We want you to stay,” San says, taking a step closer to you and clinking his glass to yours softly.

“To stay?”

Hongjoong crosses the room and waves San away with the back of his hand, “We talked about this,”

San is pouting, and you can’t help but giggle at the sight.

“You said yesterday that you had a flight in the morning back home,” You nod at Hongjoong’s question, and he continues, “We can drop you at the airport tomorrow and next week we can pick you back up after you’ve gotten your things together to start working at KQ.”

“Okay,” you start to say

“There’s something else,” Hongjoong starts, and your eyes flick to San’s, remembering what he said after you kissed earlier that afternoon.

“Anything,”

You hear a small laugh behind you and Hongjoong shakes his head, “Don’t promise just yet.”

“I really don’t understand,” you admit.

“It’s a hard question for me to ask,” Hongjoong admits, “not knowing what your answer will be.”

He takes a few steps away from you, and you shift, glancing at the rest of the boys who have seemed to sober considerably, trading glances at you and each other in equal measure. They’re nervous, you realize. What about you makes them nervous you can’t imagine, but Seonghwa moves forward into your space tightly and the penny starts to drop.

“We want to ask you,” he says, dipping his head low, “to stay with us all, to be with us,” his lips connect with yours and for a moment your mind shorts. You push him back softly with your hands against his shoulders, taking a few quick steps backwards.

“But I,” your head swivels to look at San, “I don’t know what’s happening,”

San is still giving you a warm smile, and it does nothing but further confuse you. Putting your beer down on a nearby side table, you rub your temples, “I don’t understand,”

Hongjoong’s voice cuts through, “Everybody out.”

“Ah hyung!”

“Hongjoong!”

“Why?”

“I said we couldn’t pressure her.” He’s firm, opening the door to the green room, “I want to speak with her alone, and without you all breathing down her neck.”

When the room clears, you’re alone with Hongjoong.

“Come and sit down,” he crosses to the couch and takes a seat at the far end, gesturing for you to take a seat.

You sit, but a little stiffly on the edge of the cushion, angling towards Hongjoong you say, “Please tell me what he means, that you want me to stay with you.”

He exhales low and reaches to gently take your hand. “We like you,” he starts, “It’s been a long time since all of us have felt this way about an outsider- not one of us and not one of our immediate crew. What we do can be isolating, and with the way our lives are examined we don’t often get to have normal experiences.”

“Oh,”

“We love what we do, and we love our Atinys,” he swallows, “but it can be lonely.”

“I’m sorry,” you manage.

He shakes his head, “When I say we all like you, I mean it. Hearing your music, spending time with you, the way you participated at practice…. It is rare that we all connect equally with someone.”

Warmth blooms in your chest, “I feel the same, that I’ve connected with all of you,”

“We wanted to put you up for the job at KQ because we were genuinely surprised by your music, so please understand that this offer is genuine.” You wait for him to continue. “What we also were hoping for, was that you would come to stay with us full time.”

Your eyes widen.

Hongjoong squeezes your fingers, “I know San has already expressed his interest, his feelings. I’m sure you’ve noticed the way Yunho has been with you, Mingi too. Seonghwa’s attentions just now should be clear enough.”

“Clear?” It slips out before you can stop yourself

“Mm,” he nods, “We all feel the same.”

It dawns then – “When you say stay with you….?”

“At our dorms, our home.”

“And Seonghwa said,”

“Be with us.” He confirms.

“You mean that literally,” you ask, already knowing the answer from the expression on his face.

“Our life can be lonely, and finding someone like you that we all truly like and appreciate? We agreed, we want you to come home with us. We can keep each other company, but it’s not the same as finding that someone.”

“You all….talked about it and you want me to what? Live with you so you can…. share me?”

Hongjoong’s mouth drops, “Well,”

You pull your hand back a moment, “I see why you’d be worried that I’d think the job offer was fake.”

“y/n,” Hongjoong reaches back out to you, gently pleading, “not at all. You can take the job and reject this offer and we’ll never discuss it again.”

A few beats pass. “You’ve done this before,” you realize.

Your eyes meet, and he doesn’t deceive you. “Yes,” he says, “once before.”

“So, a woman lived with you, had…. she had sex with all of you?”

He cringes momentarily, “Yes, for a very brief period. It was more like some of us dated her, with others she was more like a roommate. She accompanied us on an American tour, but when we got back to Seoul she wanted to go back to her real life.”

“And you were what? Looking to find the right fan?”

He’s appalled, and by his expression you know you’ve said something horrible. He releases you, “I can see why you would think this way, but it was never really an option we considered again until meeting you yesterday. And if you’re uncomfortable, we’ll let it go.”

“I’m…” you almost answer, but in truth you really don’t know. The emotions from being with San this morning, to kissed by Seonghwa, to being asked for something like this? It’s next to impossible and logic isn’t responding.

“If you want time,”

You nod. You’re staring at your folded hands, and after what feels like ages, you nod again, “I need to think. Being here has been incredible, and I want the job… but what you’re asking is… I can’t just decide something like that in a minute.”

He squeezes your hand, “Okay,”

“Okay.”

“Do you want to see the rest of the members, or would you prefer I have a car take you to your hotel?” he asks.

“Hotel, please,” you sigh, rubbing your hands across your tired eyes, “I think I need to go home first.”

“Ah,” Hongjoong bites his lip before saying, “Take your flight home, and in a week, I’ll have a car service pick you up. Just give the driver tonight your address and he’ll organize things.” He pulls out his phone, “Give me your number too, so we have a way of communicating.”

You plug your number in, and Hongjoon presses the call button. Your phone vibrates in your pocket, and he nods, “when you come back for the job, give us your answer.”

“And if I say no that will be that?” you ask, “I can still work at KQ and with you with no issues?”

“You have my word,” he says, “It’s completely up to you. You can take all of it, none of it, or some of it.”

“Okay,” you stand, and he follows suit, “then in a week I’ll give you my answer.”

Hongjoong pulls you into a soft hug, “Travel safe,”

“You too,”

He smooths his hands down your arms once, drops your hands, and opens the side door that leads outside. Within a few minutes you’re in a car heading to your originally booked hotel, and you can’t help but wonder if that was the last moment you’ll ever spend with them.

As you drive, check into the hotel, and collapse into the waiting sheets, you pour over the last two days events. Worrying your lip with your teeth, you think of every passing comment or brush of a hand against yours. It’s clear now that they were flirting, but you just thought they were flirtatious by nature, especially to a fan. You slip into sleep, San’s kiss playing over and over in your head.

Can we keep you? He had whispered in your ear. Even then he was telling you.

In the morning, you follow the plan. You get on your flight and go home. You look around your tiny apartment, at your tiny quiet life, and you make a choice.

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into the aurora -- chapter one (ot8)

chapter one: the second to last night

summary: you didn't expect to run into choi san outside of the venue, especially when your phone was dead and you were stranded in a random city. a kind offer for a phone charger turns into so much more, and you end up falling into a relationship with all eight members of ateez.

note: this story is going to be a length multi-chap fic that is ot8 x reader. there will be angst, fluff, smut, and plenty of plot. the story will also lean a little heavily on the san x reader and yunho x reader relationships, but as mentioned will be ot8 at heart and feature all members. it will eventually become an 18+ fic, so minors dni.

warnings: none for this chapter. please let me know if I missed any.

pairings: ot8 x reader

genre: fluff, angst, romance, ateez ensemble x reader, polyamory, non-idol!reader, fem!reader, eventual smut

word count: 4.8K

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You stand outside the back of the concert venue, your back pressed solidly against the cold cement of the exterior wall. Your phone, sitting on 2%, buzzes in your pocket with a notification from Instagram which is not what you need to see. After losing your best friend in the exiting crowd, you started waiting, and waiting, and milling around, and waiting some more, but you never caught sight of her again. No texts, no calls, no nothing. To be fair, your bars were low, but you would have expected at least something to make it through so you could reconnect and call her, especially since she was your ride home.

You laugh to yourself, exhaling in the cold night air, your breath visible around you as you push your beanie down further over your ears. What was it people on the forums suggested? Bring a battery pack for your phone, extra batteries for your light stick, and organize a meeting place near an exit for if and when you got separated from your group? Of course, you ignored all these tips, and now you’re standing in the cold two hours away from home.

hey – I’m outside the venue and still trying to find you, where did you go???

The text stays suspended, perpetually sending, before finally the little red icon appears to read “Not Delivered”. Tears start to well in your eyes, and you drop your head back against the hard wall. The venue was essentially empty at this point, and without a phone and this far from home in a city you barely knew, you feel well and truly fucked.

Your ears are ringing from the concert, the feeling of the bass still buzzing under your skin, when the sound of an industrial metal door to your right jolts you back to reality. You expect to see a concert venue worker, and potentially an opportunity to charge your phone, but as you spring back from the wall and lock eyes with the man who emerges from the doorway, you couldn’t be more surprised.

Standing at the backside of the venue, on a virtually empty city street is Choi San, his foot jutting out to stop the door from closing all the way and an unlit cigarette hanging from his lips.

“Oh,” you manage, “hi,”

One side of his mouth quirks up in a smile, he’s obviously surprised to see you here too. “Hello,”

Even though the idea of meeting San, or any member of Ateez for that matter, is something you’ve always hoped for, in this moment you are just thoroughly embarrassed to be caught in tears by anyone. You sniff and swipe under your eyes to scrub away the tears before looking down at the pavement and kicking off the wall to leave, “Sorry, I didn’t realize you’d be out here, I’ll leave you alone,”

You look up to your left, back towards the cross street where the streetlights are changing, but no cars pass through. Chewing your lip, you try to decide, would left even get you where you need to go? As you start to take a step in that direction, resolved, San’s voice from behind you breaks through, “Wait, you don’t have to leave just because I came out here for a second,”

“Are you sure?” finally you glance up at his face to see that his eyes are incredibly sympathetic, still smudged with glitter and kohl.

“Sure,” he nods, pulling a lighter out of the front pocket of his very tight dark wash jeans, “just don’t tell anyone you saw me smoking.”

“No problem,”

You take your spot on the wall back and sigh. A million thoughts race through your head of things you would or should say to him, especially since you had been to almost every show on this leg of their current tour, but it’s been a bad last hour, and nothing seems to land on your tongue and make it out of your mouth.

“Were you at the show?” he asks, taking a drag of his cigarette.

“Yeah,” you look back up at him, and he seems eager for you to say anything else, “I really loved it,”

He nods appreciatively, “good, good,” a beat passes before he says, “so why are you out here crying then?”

Of course he noticed. You hoped your makeup wasn’t running down your cheeks. “I lost my friend coming out of the show and haven’t been able to find her, she’s supposed to be my ride home. I’m not from around here,” you explain.

“Ahh,” he nods, “it’s pretty late?”

“Mm,” you nod, “but I’m sure she’ll call.” You hold up your phone, and in true cosmic comedic timing, the screen powers down, battery dead.

San takes a long drag of his cigarette and hums, “Come on then,” he drops what’s left of the smoke and crushes it under his heel, waving you inside with a gesture.

“Oh, I don’t want to cause any trouble, I’m sure-“

San’s head pops out from behind the door, locking on you standing in the middle of the block, “Are you planning on hitchhiking home?”

“Well…. No,”

“Come on,” His head disappears but the door stays propped open, and when you snap out of it and rush around the corner you see his arm outstretched, fingers splayed against the center of the door holding it open.

“Thank you so much,” you say, jumping over the threshold and immediately relishing in the warmth of the inside.

He starts to move forward down the hallway, checking back over his shoulder for you to make sure that you’re keeping up. As you walk behind him, you notice he’s no longer wearing the last outfit from the show, but instead he’s changed into an oversized gray sweater that hangs off his broad shoulders, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Your palms are instantly clammy when you realize that he’s probably taking you back to the green room, and there’s probably more members of the group there.

You swear that on one of the glances back he gives you a sly smile but shaking your head to clear the cobwebs and the couple of beers you had during the show, you know it’s probably just your imagination. As you get closer to the doorway at the end of the long hallway, you can hear laughter, a little shouting, and some soft music with a definite bassline and your stomach clenches.

“I’m sure someone has a charger,” San smiles, opening the door in front of him, and then gesturing for you to step forwards.

You give him a small smile, but your stomach is in knots. As the door opens, all the things your brain whispered to you moments ago that you might see, you do see. Laid out across couches, sitting on tables, and walking around the back of the room, are various members of Ateez. As you take your first step over the threshold, all eyes flick up at you and you catch a few furrowed brows amongst the group. Your mouth is dry. Your palms are sweaty. You are suddenly very aware that you dressed up for this show, wearing a HALA HALA inspired fit of all black with layered chains, a body harness, and combat boots. Two hours ago you thought you looked cool, but standing here in front of everyone you feel small.

“Ah…. Sannie,” Wooyoung is the first to speak, pushing himself up from a deep lounge in the couch corner to sitting up, elbows on his knees, “Who’s this?”

A warm hand finds the small of your back then, and your breath catches. San steps into the room to your side, his hand never leaving the spot on your back as he announces to the room, “This little lost Atiny needs a phone charger, does anyone have one?”

You give a little wave, your dead phone in hand, “Hi everyone,” you smile warmly, glancing up to San for some amount of strength or reassurance since he’s the only one you’ve had even a partial conversation with up to this point. As you look up at him, and he looks down and returns your smile, and you hear Seonghwa’s voice from a few feet away say, “I’ve got one.”

Your eye contact with San breaks, and you look in Seonghwa’s direction. Feeling slightly emboldened, you take a few steps forward, noting the lack of warmth as San’s hand leaves you, “Thank you so much,”

“Sure,” he smiles, “here,” he reaches out and plucks the phone from your fingers and plugs it right in to the wall charger. Making sure that the screen registers charging, he nods and leaves your phone on the edge of the windowsill above the charger.

“So,” Seonghwa smiles, “you were at the show?”

“I was! You were all so amazing,”

Everyone nods or murmurs their thanks, and you shuffle back, foot to foot as you try to figure out what you might be able to say next. Thankfully someone behind you breaks the silence.

Hongjoong enters the room from a side door, five or six water bottles tucked in his arm. He sees you and his face lights up with recognition, “Oh! I recognize you; you’ve been to all the shows recently. Right up in the front row, or close,”

You can’t help but smile, spinning to look at Hongjoong, “Yes, I can’t believe you remembered me!”

Hongjoong nods, “you have a pretty face,”

A chorus of agreement and ‘oohs’ of realization come from the rest of the boys. San notes, “I thought I recognized your face, you were wearing that purple sweater last show, weren’t you?”

It’s startling to you that he would remember, but he’s right. Last show you had worn a little white leather mini skirt and cropped fuzzy light purple sweater, with daisy details and a pearl studded neckline. You nod enthusiastically, “Yes, I can’t believe you remember that? You have so many fans at every show!”

San shrugs, “I remember your face, you’ve been to a lot of the shows recently,”

You nod, and from your side, a new voice pipes up. “What’s your name?” Jongho asks from his spot sitting on a cafeteria style table.

“Oh, it’s y/n.” You smile.

He nods, “Pretty,”

You can feel yourself blush.

Hongjoong finishes handing out the water bottles in his arms to the boys before jogging back to the cooler in the corner and fishing out another one. He walks back up to you, hand outstretched with a bottle. You nod in thanks, and he smiles at you, “So San found you? Your phone died?”

“Ah,” you nod, “Yes, I got separated from my friend as we were trying to leave the show and couldn’t find her. I was outside looking when my phone died, and then San appeared out of nowhere,”

Hongjoong hums, “Mm, well we’re happy to help, our bus didn’t start up right away, so we’re stuck here for a bit while they figure it out.”

“Lucky for me then,” you say.

There’s an odd tension in the room you can’t place your finger on, but something about seven pairs of eyes studying you begins to make you a little nervous and self-conscious. Before your mind can get away from you, Mingi hops off the couch from the back and steps up, “I love these,” he gestures to your pants which are classic high waisted style tech pants with chain adornments and a harness detail around one thigh.

“Thanks,” you grin, “I made them, or I guess made the alterations,” you lift some of the chains, “added the chains and the extra details.”

“Cool!” Mingi nods appreciatively, patting you on the shoulder with a light squeeze before stepping past you to grab some snacks off the green room table.

“Would you like to sit down while you wait?” Yeosang finally speaks, and he shifts over on the couch to make some ample room for you to sit down comfortably.

“Ah yes thank you,” you shrug off your jacket and bag and leave them near the foot of the couch, sitting down next to Yeosang, plenty of space though on either side of you.

As you sit down, you look back up at the rest of the boys, sitting or standing in various spots around the room. San and Seonghwa are standing somewhat close together now, both still looking you over with a glint of something in their eyes. Jongho hopped up a few minutes ago to join Mingi at the snacks table, and they are now engrossed in their own conversation, tossing celery sticks and baby carrots at one another laughing. Yeosang is to your side, his eyes softly studying you, and Wooyoung to his left, playing on his phone but continuously glancing up at you, San, and Hongjoong. Hongjoong had since found a spot lounging on the coffee table in front of you, eyes on you.

“So, y/n, do you live close by?” he asked.

“No actually,” you shake your head, “I’m from about two hours away. I’m hoping my friend hasn’t left yet so I can get a ride back with her,”

Hongjoong nods, “Thank you for coming such a long way to support us!”

You smile, “I love your music so much, and all of you are so talented, this was actually the closest show to my hometown, and I’m so glad I was able to come to this one and to the others this tour!”

“We didn’t see you on VIP though,” Wooyoung notes, “but I remember you too,”

“Ah yeah,” you nod, “I really couldn’t afford to do VIP on top of seeing so many shows, but I guess in a weird way it’s working out,” you laugh, and the boys are all smiles.

“Your phone,” Seonghwa notes, his eyes glance down to your phone on the windowsill by his side, “looks like you have a bit of charge if you want to give your friend a call,”

“Oh perfect,” you move to stand, but Seonghwa waves you off, quickly unclipping your phone from the charger and reaching out to hand it to you.

As you open your phone you see a slew of unanswered texts from your best friend. “I’m just going to give her a call,” you stand and move towards the door, San pulling it open for you as he is the closest.

In the hall you listen as the phone rings a few times before connecting.

“y/n where are you??” Your friend shrieks.

“I’m sorry – I couldn’t find you after the show, and then my phone died, and then it took me a while to get a charger and to get service. Where are you?”

“I’m driving,” she says, “I’m already almost back,”

“What??” You can hardly believe it and as you glance to your left through the open door you can see San and Hongjoong’s eyes trained on you, listening intently.

“Well, I couldn’t find you and I waited, I swear I did!” your friend says, “but after a while I figured you must have seen someone you knew or gotten home another way,”

“Are you kidding?” you say, deadpan, “I would never have left you alone, we don’t even know this city!”

“I’m sorry! Seriously! I thought when you didn’t respond you just figured it out or your phone died,”

“Got it,” your teeth clench, “OK well, get home safe.”

“Wait- how are you getting home?” your friend says, and you can clearly hear the highway in the background.

“Like you said, I’ll just figure it out.” With a huff you drop the phone, slamming the lock and ending the call. Perfect. Now this night just became much more difficult.

Chewing the inside of your lip you think for a minute, but figure if you can just get your phone enough charge you can uber to somewhere where public transit will open back up in a few hours, and maybe it will be safe enough, and maybe you’ll have enough money for train fare back home. You don’t want to look up, you can feel their eyes on you and in this moment all you can feel is embarrassed.

“y/n,” San’s voice is closer to you than you expected, and your eyes snap up. He’s in the hall with you, “come back inside,”

“I-“

“We heard,” he smiles, his hand finding your back again and ushering you inside, “we’re stuck here for a while too with the bus. Why don’t you hang out with us for a while?”

“I really don’t want to bother you all,” you shake your head, “I know you just did a long show and met with a ton of the VIP fans, you must be exhausted,”

“Mm,” San shakes his head, “it’s OK, just come relax and let your phone charge. Have some snacks, we have too many anyways,”

You smile before plugging your phone back on the charger and meeting eyes with Yeosang who gestures for you to come sit back down in the seat you occupied before. Since stepping out and back into the room Wooyoung has fired up the TV and started playing Nintendo with Mingi and Jongho. You’re grateful for a little less direct attention as you settle down onto the couch and smooth your hands over the knees of your pants.

Yeosang turns to you, angling towards you with his arm thrown over the back of the couch, “I’m sorry your friend didn’t wait for you,”

You sigh, “me too, but honestly, if she had I wouldn’t have had the chance to meet you all, and I’m very grateful for that.”

Yeosang smiles, his intense cat-like eyes even more stunning up close, “We are too,”

You hear a hum of agreement from behind you, from who you can only assume is San or Seonghwa, but you can’t break eye contact with Yeosang’s intense stare.

“So how old are you y/n?”

“Ah, I’m 21.”

Seonghwa crosses in front of you, “Would you like a drink then? Beer maybe or soju?”

“Oh no, I really shouldn’t,” you shake your head, “I had a few drinks at the show, and I shouldn’t overdo it.”

He nods and lets it drop which you appreciate. Before you can open your mouth to say anything else, San drops onto the couch on your other side, his leg tightly pressed against yours since he is fitting himself into a much smaller space than normal. His head swivels towards you, eyes catching yours, and reaches out with his hand, smoothing it down your thigh. “Since we have some time, you should tell us about yourself,”

The intensity of his eyes has you speechless, and you swallow firmly trying to remember anything about yourself to share.

“San,” Hongjoong’s voice cuts through, stern now, “you’re making her uncomfortable. Stop.”

Your eyes break away from San and snap to Hongjoong, “Oh no – no I’m fine, I just…. To be honest tonight has been a lot, I expected I would be home by now, not here with all of you.”

Hongjoong relaxes at that, but you notice the way he was tense and stern a moment before, ready to tell San off for crowding you. It is an interesting dynamic, but you supposed it makes sense with him as the captain of the group.

San scoots away slightly, giving you some space and swings his arm across the back of the couch instead of touching you directly. You can still feel his heat though, radiating from his adjacent thigh, and the crook of his arm. It’s dizzying, but you focus on thinking of something interesting about yourself.

“So, you’re 21, you’re from the area, are you still in school?” Hongjoong asks, taking some of the pressure off.

“Oh no, I finished school a little early last year, I was in school for music production and sound engineering.”

Hongjoong’s eyes light up, “Oh producing!”

“Yeah,” you nod, “I would love to get into the industry, but it’s competitive, which you obviously know.”

He agrees, and you catch both Yeosang and San nodding along to your words out of your peripheral vision. Hongjoong shifts forwards on the coffee table, “so do you play music?”

You can feel yourself lighting up, nodding enthusiastically, this is your passion, and you rarely get to talk about it let alone gush about it to your idols. “Yes, I sing, I play piano, and just generally enjoy mixing. I’ve been getting into performance too, I’ve been really inspired by how tight your dancing is,”

San hums in interest, “You know some good routines?”

“Ah, not as much, but I’m learning. I’m mostly focused on the music production side, and I’ve been experimenting with some sound mixing.” This is the first time all night you felt like yourself, opening and talking about something like this, something that you knew they would understand.

“Do you have any of your work?” Hongjoong asks, intensely curious.

“Oh,” You falter for a moment, you didn’t expect this.

“I work on all of our music with Eden and the other producers,” Hongjoong grins, “I love it and I always like to hear what other people are doing or trying out,”

“Um,” you pause, trying to decide if you want to be courageous. At this point? Fuck it. “I might have some samples on my phone, let me see,”

You reach across San slightly and grab the phone sitting on the ledge. When you lean over, you feel your leg press tightly against his, and feel his hand gently ease against your upper back in an oddly supportive gesture for such a small moment. You swallow hard, glancing up and smiling at him while you flick open your phone and sift through some of the video and audio content.

“Oh, here’s something!” You focus in on something recent that you were planning on uploading online anyways, “it’s…. it’s very rough, and it’s not- I know it’s not great, but I’m still working through some-“

Yeosang’s fingers touch your knee gently, “It’s OK, we’re just interested – we don’t usually get to meet with a fan this long and it’s not often they work in the industry.”

Work in the industry feels like a generous phrase, but you smile anyways and queue up the track, passing the phone to Hongjoong, gesturing for him to press play when he’s ready. Your most recent project starts to play through the speakers. Suddenly you can’t stop fixating on all the things you think are wrong with it, timing that feels suddenly off now even when a week ago you finished it up and felt proud. You clasp your hands together, fingers tight and eyes downcast as the music plays.

“Ah wow!” Seonghwa calls from behind you all, perched on the arm of the couch. “I love the sound,”

Hongjoong nods enthusiastically, “Good beat,”

San’s hand, still resting between your shoulder blades, moves slightly, his thumb smoothing back and forth in a comforting pattern. It stills you, and you gently shift as you look up, letting your leg fall an inch or two further to the side against his.

As you look up you can see Mingi’s head bopping to the beat, despite his eyes still fixed on the game at hand, and San rolls his head in time with the music next to you, his hand on you never stilling.

“This is good,” Hongjoong says appreciatively, “You should definitely work in the industry.”

Your smile breaks wide, “Really?”

“Absolutely,”

You open your mouth to say something more, but the sound of a door in the back corner of the room popping open breaks everyone’s concentration on your music. Everyone looks back, you included, to see Yunho hurrying back in from what clearly feels like the outside judging by the blast of cool air that fills the room.

“We’re back up!” he announces, leaning over one of the tables, both palms flat and his eyes bright.

“Nice!” Wooyoung jumps up, game discarded and a few more members stand with them.

You’re frozen, suddenly it’s over, but the problem of needing to get home is still there and you still don’t have a clean solution. As you are lost in your own thoughts, you can hear Yunho giving some announcements, Hongjoong responding, San’s hand stills, San’s hand disappears as he rises to turn and talk to his friend.

Suddenly a question not directed at you, but about you, cuts through the fog – “Her friend just left her here?” You look back to see Yunho’s brows knit together. As he stands to his full height, you swallow, surprised by how tall and broad he is in person, despite having one of the softer and more kind faces of the group.

You shake your head and ask, “I’m sorry, what was the question?”

Yunho’s expression softens as his eyes meet yours, “You don’t have a way home, right?”

“Ah, not…. at the moment, but I just need to figure it out,” It feels like the right time, so you stand, gathering your items and shrugging your jacket back on. “Thank you so much for letting me charge my phone a bit,” you direct to Seonghwa, “and thank you all for being so kind,” you say to the group, your eyes lingering on San for a moment. “It sounds like your bus is back up and running, so I’ll just get out of your way. I appreciate everything though, and it was so wonderful meeting you,”

Hongjoong shakes his head, “Wait,”

You shake your head, slipping your phone in your pocket, “I’ll just grab an uber, or a train or something.” The eyes are on you, and the heat is back in your cheeks. You reach for the door, fully intending on heading out, saying another thank you to everyone, and slipping away into the night, before a warm hand lands on the back of your neck, resting just at the base between your shoulders.

The hand is broader, warmer, and rougher than San’s. You look back and Yunho is leaning over you, his warm hand on you, “Ah no, no, you misunderstand,” he turns you around gently with the push of his palm against your back, “you don’t have a good way home and the trains aren’t running at this hour. Seonghwa looked it up,”

“Oh,”

“We aren’t just going to leave you here,” Yunho murmurs, “that wouldn’t be right, or safe for you,”

“I don’t want to-“

“Be a bother,” San finishes for you, coming to occupy the side of you that Yunho isn’t on. “Stop worrying, we’ll help,”

You smile up at him, feeling small but warm between the two of them. “Okay,”

Hongjoong hops up, dusting his hands off on his jeans, “y/n, don’t you have tickets to the next show? It’s the last on the tour.”

“Oh,” you laugh, “yes, I do.”

“How were you going to get there?” he asks.

“I have a flight scheduled tomorrow morning, and then a flight home the morning after the concert,”

“Then it’s settled,” Hongjoong says, “If you feel comfortable travelling with us, then you can come with us to the next show and then you can get home as planned. Would you feel safe travelling with us?”

You can’t help but laugh, “Safe? Of course,”

“OK,” You watched grins grow across their faces, and something unspoken pass between them. They were so close they had their own little ways of communicating, and you smile in response.

Yunho smooths his hand down a bit, and places a quick, chaste kiss on top of your head, “All right, let’s get going then! Figure out who’s bunk she’s taking and who has to double up!”

Before you can process, he’s out the back door, and the rest of the crew are packing, throwing their things in bags, and cleaning up half drunk beverages. You already have your bag and your jacket, but you watch and look for where you might be able to help without getting in the way.

San, still at your side, leans in and places one of his hands against your wrist, “You can take my bunk, and I promise we’ll be perfect gentlemen,”

Heat spreads in your stomach but you nod and smile, “I trust you,”

“All right then Atiny,” he throws an arm around your shoulders, “let’s get going.” Louder over his shoulder he shouts, “Last day of tour!!”

A few hoots spark up behind you, but San is smiling and pulling you along, out the back door and into the cold night air towards the tour bus. “Good thing I came out for that smoke,” he jokes, bumping you with his hip.

“Good thing I don’t have very reliable friends,” you bump him back.

The night air is cold, but with his arm around you, and the feeling of the group surrounding you both, the excitement and possibility of the next 24 hours has you on a high. You just hope you can keep it together.

a/n: i have a few more chapters written, so expect more soon!

*muffled screaming*