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-

This life would be a nightmare to others, but it is a dream come true to you. Your boys were your home. Going from motel to motel, surviving off gas station sandwiches and coffee, this was the life you chose. You chose them, the smell of tobacco once again making you feel safe.

The three of you ended up settling in a town far away, staying in a final motel. Taehyun got a job flipping burgers at a neighborhood diner. It didn’t take long for him to convince the owner to hire you on as a waitress. Yeonjun never said if he had a job or not, though there were occasions in which he’d disappear for hours at a time. But since moving here, he always had money, so no questions were asked.

A few months went by and you three finally moved into an apartment. It was a little cramped for the three of you, only a single bedroom, but you liked it. You liked the little couch Taehyun bought off his coworker, the mini fridge that was stuffed to the brim with takeout, the same two board games you three played because you couldn’t afford a tv yet. You loved making new memories here, forgetting your old, sad life.

That is, until Yeonjun didn’t come home one night.

You and Taehyun sat up all night for him, sitting close to each other on the small couch, eyes never leaving the door. Worried thoughts softly shared between the lengths of silence and hands held tight for comfort.

He didn’t come home until the next night, clothes tattered, a black eye, and bandaging all around his waist. Taehyun was furious. “What the fuck, Yeonjun?!” He grabbed the elder’s shoulders, taking in his roughed up face and bandages. “What happened? Where were you?”

Yeonjun was hesitant to speak. At least until his eyes met yours and noticed the shine of tears. Then finally, the elder sighed, ready to admit the truth.

Yeonjun was involved with drugs and has been for years. “A deal went wrong and the fucker stabbed me.” He glanced down at his waist, reliving the night. “Thankfully, my partner took them out before things could get worse.”

The two of you stared at him, processing the information. Taehyun wore a mix of hurt, anger, and fear. But it was you who spoke up first. “Why?” You squeaked.

Yeonjun was quiet for a moment, staring down at his knife wound. He took a deep inhale and you realized just how exhausted he looked. “They were the ones that shot at us that night.” His words turned your blood cold, remembering the night you three had met. You could still hear the dog snarling in your dreams sometimes. Then of course, the night you were forced away by gunshots and your boys were ripped away from you.

“So why would you join them?” Taehyun sneered, balled fists trembling in anger.

“They said they wouldn’t come after you two if I worked for them.” Yeonjun swept a hand through his messy locks. “We killed one of their friends, Taehyun. They wanted revenge. Back then, soon after I got out of the hospital, I got jumped. I guess they liked how I fought cause they offered me a job. In exchange, they would leave you two alone.” A long silence stretched into the night before Yeonjun sighed again. “It started with just little dime bags. I didn’t expect it to become this.”

When you saw the glistening in his eyes, you wrapped your arms around him. He was warm, alive, and that’s all you wanted to focus on. He continued his story, though his voice was strained. “When they heard I was leaving town, they told me they had a job for me here. I would have enough to support us, protect us. Finally give you two the lives you deserve. And I fucked it up.”

“Stop.” Yeonjun was caught off guard when you spoke. “You saved me, Yeonjun. Both of you did.” You looked at Taehyun, seeing the shadow of tears in his eyes.

Yeonjun took a deep breath in an attempt to collect himself, turning to Taehyun. “I’m sorry.”

Taehyun walked over, embracing you two tightly. “You’re a fucking idiot, Yeonjun.” You two glanced up at Taehyun, finding a smile teasing his lips. “You don’t need to sell drugs to support us anymore, especially not at such a risk.”

The night was long and full of tears. The three of you ended up in bed, just embracing and kissing until you fell asleep between them. Your light snoring kept you from hearing their whispered conversation.

“I’m sorry.” Yeonjun told Taehyun. “I have to meet with them again. To stop this.”

“Let me come with you.” Taehyun pleaded, eyeing the elder’s bandaged waist.

“No.” Yeonjun was stern with his reply. His eyes fell on your sleeping form between them. “Stay here and keep her safe. I’ll be back by morning.”

As he rose from the bed, but Taehyun grabbed the elder’s wrist. “But what if you don’t come back?”

Yeonjun faced Taehyun again, attempting a smile that the younger saw right through. “I will come back, I swear.”

-

Yeonjun met with them. A grimy little dock just outside of town, the elder arrived to meet two men. One was much younger and taller, standing behind the shorter man, gun in hand. Yeonjun ignored him, facing the shorter man dressed in a suit, eyes shaded by sunglasses. “I’m not your pawn anymore. I quit.”

“How many years has it been?” A smile ghosted the man’s face. “Did you forget you killed my friend?”

“Your friend was going to hurt my-.” Yeonjun almost snarled. He took a deep breath, composing himself. “And seven years of being your puppet should be enough. You said I just had to work for you, not actually join your gang. I worked my way up to be your best plug in the city. I went to so many parties and fights, I’ve gotten stabbed and shot countless times, I’ve fucking killed so many-,” another deep breath. “I’m done.”

Yeonjun stared the man down, waiting for a reply, while keeping the taller man within his peripherals. Finally, the man in the suit spoke. “You were meant for this life, y’know.”

Yeonjun hesitated for a second. “What do you mean?”

The man tilted his head. “I’ve seen many people who think they’re tough, just to put a gun in their hands and they shit themselves.” He laughed, taking a step closer. “But you, Yeonjun, you enjoyed it.”

Yeonjun let a moment linger before he responded. “I’m done.” The man simply nodded. “And don’t come after me or them.” Yeonjun’s eyes burned fiercely.

The man chuckled deeply. “Like I said, you were meant for this life. You find home in the chaos. Good luck escaping it.”

Yeonjun wanted nothing more than to pull the gun out of his waist and kill the despicable excuse for a human in front of him. Instead, he swallowed, and uttered his next words with upmost finality. “I have a chance to, finally. And I’m taking it.” And with that, Yeonjun turned to leave.

-

You awoke to find Taehyun sat on the edge of the bed, gun in hand, and Yeonjun nowhere to be seen. “Where is he?”

Taehyun sighed before responding, not looking at you. “He said he had to meet with them one last time. To end things.” You jumped up, throwing the blanket off of you. Taehyun watched as you pulled on a pair of sweat pants and a hoodie. “What are you doing?”

“Going to help him.” You replied, lacing up your boots.

“He wants us to stay here.” Taehyun argued. “He said he’ll be back by morning.”

“Taehyun,” you exclaimed. “Do you really think they’re just going to let him go so easy?”

The younger stared at you for a moment before bowing his head in defeat. “Let’s go.”

You and Taehyun grabbed your weapons. Yeonjun had gifted you a knife. Taehyun got you a gun. You weren’t that sad scared little girl your parents ruthlessly brought into this world anymore. You were strong now. All thanks to your boys.

Now, not only did they protect you, but you could protect them.

-

As Yeonjun turned to leave, he heard the rumbling engine just before he saw the truck pull in. His face paled. No.

Taehyun shifted the vehicle to park, halting it. You two exited, running up to him.

“Yeonjun!” Your voice hit his ears, his blood running cold. No!

“Y/n, Taehyun!” Yeonjun yelled. “Get out of here!”

“Not without you!” Taehyun replied, taking hold of his gun from his waist.

The man chuckled behind Yeonjun. “It’s ok! They’re letting me-,” he cut off as you reached them and aimed your gun at the man. “Y/n, don’t!”

You held the gun without a tremble. The mysterious man eyed you curiously. “Go ahead, sweetheart.” He walked closer to you, until he was right in front of you, gun pressing into his chest. “Shoot.”

“Y/n…” Yeonjun warned. “They’re letting me walk away. Put the gun down.”

Your eyes never left the man, but after a moment you reluctantly lowered your gun. Until the man grabbed the barrel, pulling your aim to his head, just between his eyes. “Now, c’mon, Yeonjun.” He sneered, removing his glasses. His eyes were like two stones, completely void of emotion. “This girl is so eager, let’s see what she’s about. She might be of use to us.”

The man’s eyes bore into yours, Yeonjun watching the situation unfold. “Don’t involve her.” He snarled from behind you, wrapping his arm around your waist protectively.

“If I’m losing one of my best, I need to find a replacement.” The man said, eyeing you like a starving man faced with a hot meal. It made your skin crawl.

“Not her.” You felt his warmth next to you, his other hand resting on your shoulder.

“Then how about your little brother over there?” The man nodded towards Taehyun. “He’s a hell of a shot.” Taehyun nearly snarled, hand tightening on the gun at his side.

“Stop.” The authority of your voice cut through the air. Your eyes met the man’s, unwavering.

“Tell me, little girl,” the man sneered. “Have you ever killed before?”

“Don’t!” Yeonjun warned him.

You didn’t dare break eye contact, remaining silent. The man gave it a moment before tilting his head and continuing. “Do you even have it in you?”

“Enough!” Yeonjun lowered your arm, his free hand pushing the man aside. He guided you behind him swiftly, facing the man head on. “Let us go. I won’t cause any trouble.”

They stared for a while before the man finally answered. “You made a couple friends during your years with us. I’m sure you’ve made enemies too.” His eyes narrowed as he watched Yeonjun, amused. “You have my word that I will not pursue you, nor will I send anyone after you.”

Yeonjun nodded, opening his mouth to reply, but the man spoke again. “What my people do of their own free will is not of my control.”

Yeonjun reluctantly nodded, giving the man a final glare before turning to you. “Let’s go.”

“Until next time.” The man dismissed the group of you, eyes never leaving you in particular as he watched Yeonjun pull you away.

The three of you boarded the truck, Taehyun starting up the engine. Even driving miles away, you swear you could still feel those cold, beady eyes on you.

-

“We have to leave.” The first words Yeonjun said as the three of you entered your apartment. You and Taehyun didn’t argue. You three packed up the necessities without another word to each other.

After filling the truck with bags, Yeonjun started up the truck as you took your usual spot in the center, Taehyun sliding in behind you. Yeonjun drove to the landlord’s office a few minutes down the road, returning the key with some money and a sincere apology. Next, you stopped for gas. It was while Yeonjun was filling the truck that someone finally spoke.

“Where are we going, now?” Taehyun wondered aloud, staring out the window.

“Far away.” Yeonjun answered. He looked at Taehyun, then at you. Maybe he couldn’t provide you guys with the lives you deserved, but he will keep you two safe if it’s the last thing he does.

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𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 《 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐈 》 : 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐘𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐧

「 there’s more than meets the eye with HIM 」

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 : BDSM, heavy dom/sub dynamic, master/slave dynamic, dubcon/cnc, age gap, wax play, bondage, impact play, degradation, temperature play, marking [ feel free to add more ]

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 : landing a spot for your internship program, you found yourself entangled with a handsome yet burdensome boss and at the same time, charming master in the club.

The first time you stepped into the exclusive club downtown, you knew there laid a whole new world where only some people could see it. Never mind about being a regular, taking a peek inside the grand building was already more than enough for most.

But, thanks to your little connection and a bit of cash you had, it wasn't hard to be a holder of a silver card—one of the highest ranks one could achieve here and only a rank below the gold and two below the diamond, a rank that was only passed down to a family member of the founder of this club—something that even money and power couldn't attain.

To ensure your anonymity, it was a must to wear a mask and change your clothes inside the changing room beside the entrance before going to the lobby and ballroom to mingle with the other members. "This way, miss," a waitress led you to the hall before serving you a glass of champagne, pulling a chair for you as you scanned the room to find someone to spend tonight with.

Of course, it didn't apply to everyone. Some people in this probably had a contract and submitted only to one master when they felt connected and trusted each other after a while, forging a new bond on the paper under the supervision of the club themselves to prevent any trouble that might tarnish its reputation.

As one of the members who didn't have any contract, yet, you were here to find a master, hoping there was someone who wouldn't force you to submit like the last one—shuddering at the thought of submitting to someone unable to control their emotions and so easy to provoke.

A quiet screech from the chair beside you pulled you back from your daydream, finding a tall young man with half of his face covered by a black, expensive Colombina mask—looking at you through his thick lashes behind it. "Do you mind?" You shook your head, finding yourself intrigued and attracted to the mysterious man with a low voice, flashing you a halfhearted smile as you placed down your now empty glass.

"Even if I say no, you would still sit yourself, sir," you replied, getting chills down your spine as he chuckled lightly at your answer, propping his elbow against the table while resting his right cheek on his fist. "Correct," he replied, taking strands of your hair before watching them slipping away in-between his fingers languidly.

"You know, miss," he tilted his head slightly, looking at your hair—almost mesmerised at their appearance, "your hair reminds me of spider's threads," he snickered lightly, ruining your image of him. Yet, there was no hint of insult, he stated it as if it was a compliment one always receives in their daily life.

"When I was a child, there's this myth, saying how each thread a spider makes represents hope and fragility—and if they're combined and tied together, they can cast out bad lucks," he continued, keeping his eyes on your luscious lock of hair and then placing his hand on your upper arm, giving it a slight squeeze before standing up from the chair, blocking your view. "And maybe, you'll be my lucky charm for tonight," he looked down, hair casting down a shadow that covered the side of his face, giving you a glimpse of his chiseled jaw.

"Come to the fourth floor if you're interested. I will make sure that it's worth it for you," he let your arm go before walking upstairs, leaving you dumbfounded and almost losing your composure at the domineering aura he exuded so easily. "That was interesting," you muttered under your breath, looking at the fourth floor while thinking about how important this man was to have an access to the highest floor in this building.

You spent the rest of your night without doing any much, finding none of these people were entertaining or at least, decent enough to spend a night with. "Should I?" You gulped down your spit, threading your fingers through your hair as his voice ringing in your head, wishing your touch was enough to replace his lingering one.

Faint steps of your expensive Louboutin echoed through the soft, burgundy carpet; hiding your thumping heartbeat as you stood up in front of his room. "Here goes nothing," you knocked on the door and slipping into the room once you got permission to enter, taking one last glance behind your back before the door completely shut you off from inside.

The room was unexpectedly simple, there was no extravagant decorations nor expensive furniture made from sandalwood. There was a single king-size canopy bed with dark emerald green curtains and two nightstands beside it with a small table lamp on top on the left nightstand. "Take your clothes and mask off." His back was facing you and his tone was icy cold, making it hard for you to believe it was the same man who called you his lucky charm without knowing your name.

"It's not permitted to take one's mask off."

"Not when a diamond told you to do that, lowlife."

His voice dripped with venom, no honeyed words nor sweet smile accompanied it. Just pure menace and will to put you in your place as a lower class.

"How should I address you?"

"Master or sir will do, little one."

You went quiet for a while, thinking about leaving the room and telling the receptionist that you didn't feel safe around this man—meaning he wouldn't be able to meet you again even if he held the highest rank in this building. But, a little part of you were curious about how much you could do to push his button and how long he could last before you found someone else to be with next week.

After stripping your outfit down, you were hesitant to take your mask off; feeling suspicious of his motive and also curious about how mighty a diamond was as the direct descendant of the founder. "Done," you placed your mask on the nightstand, walking in his direction while wrapping your arms around your sides, avoiding his eyes when they scanned your body from top to toe.

"On your stomach," he gestured to the bed as you laid down on your back, burying your face into the group of plushy pillow, waiting for his next order or move. Without any warning, he put on a blindfold on you and shushed you from making any voice without his permission, massaging your sides and digging his fingers into fat of your thighs.

Pressing his lips behind your ear and below your jaw, his nails gripped your figure tighter and let his hot breath fanned your nape, watching it turning red like the tip of your ears with a lazy grin, noticing how affected you were by these simple touches he made.

"Should I continue with you here or leave you asking for more next time we see each other?"

His voice was low, but it was enough to make you scoff in frustration as he pressed your body into the bed, dipping both of his knees beside your body while trying to memorise your face and any distinctive features of your body, running his fingers over your ribcages before grinning from ear to ear once you let out a whine, already know the answer to his question.

"I'll be in your care from now on." you bowed your head, taking a deep breath as your first internship program began to start.

As a daughter from a rich family, it was easy to land a spot in a big company—especially when it was owned by your parent's friend. The time your third year started, your parents had offered some companies that might help you with your grade and connection, asking some of their friends for some recommendations before giving the list to you.

Lucky for you, Choi Enterprise gave one of the highest position an intern could have and they also had stated in the contract that they'd give you a big amount of monthly payment with some bonus if you were willing to work as their eldest's personal secretary; something that even you wouldn't be able to ignore.

So, when you decided to take the offer and introduced yourself as the heir's personal secretary, you didn't know what kind of life that would you be led to once you saw him for the first time.

Due to his position, he had to leave Seoul at young age before coming back from the States to continue his family's business, finding most of it to be a nuisance and something he started to hate—giving him more reason to despise it when he's told that his parent's friend's daughter would work under him as his personal secretary for her internship for three months.

"Three months, huh?" He flicked the documents away before slamming them down his desk, looking at your unflinching figure with hatred and anger because he couldn't scare you, "it's quite long."

For you, three months were too short for an internship program. But, for him, it was too long because he would be stripped off from his freedom and work from nine to five or maybe more for the whole week without any break or some entertainment on weekends for the whole season.

"I'll take my leave now, sir."

You muttered under your breath, hating yourself for calling someone else with that nickname when it was reserved for him only. Lower lip jutting out before stepping out from your boss's office and entering yours, letting out a deep sigh after closing the door behind.

Taking your heels off, you massaged your feet and rolling the stockings down before putting them away, checking for any bruises or cuts after walking and standing on them for hours. Trying to apply some ointment over your cuts on the heels, you couldn't help but let out a huff and tossed it away on your table, finding it hard to treat your injuries inside your current outfit.

Sitting on your leather couch, you couldn't help but cursed under your breath before finally able to treat your injury, slumping against the seat while looking at the calendar in front of you, realising how bad this internship could get even when there was nothing wrong with the job.

The first day wasn't bad, but it was pretty boring for you. Some co-workers asked if the manager was hot or not, only to leave you alone when you wouldn't give his number (which you didn't have) to them, saying you were keeping him all to yourself.

Most of time you would spend hours in front of the computer, managing his schedules and also answering calls from other branches before bringing him his favourite coffee, finding it dumped into the trash bin because he wanted to drink tea one day. "I will buy you tea later," you replied, turning on your heels before he stopped you, motioning you to walk in his direction before giving you a stack of documents, asking you to throw them into the shredder.

Without asking much, you decided to do what he said before stepping out from his room, not knowing what kind of information they held as you put them inside the machine, leaving the rest of it to continue your work.

"What the actual fuck!"

If the walls can hear, you swore that they'd wish that they weren't able to because your boss was currently more than pissed at your negligence when a board meeting would be held soon and his reports were reduced to ashes, no lead and no collection of memory of it getting lost.

For the first time ever, you were actually scared of him. He was always mad at you, but this time, it was justified and you didn't know what to do to fix it. "I will print it again!" Walking to your computer, you were sure that someone had cursed today because it went dead and needed to be fixed for, at least, five days while the meeting would start in less than a week.

You weren't lying when you said you had to stay inside your office for three days straight while working on his reports to take a responsibility over this matter, letting out a loud groan before printing them and placing them on top of his glass desk with a smile, feeling actually proud for yourself to do this without your parent's help.

As a reward for finishing these documents, you decided to finally pay the club a visit after going MIA for the whole month, hoping the mysterious diamond would be there to see you again at the hall or maybe inside his room, if you were lucky enough.

"I have to go now."

Running his eyes over your smooth legs, Yeonjun couldn't help but feel guilty for treating you in a harsh way when you were only a college student in their internship program yet landed on someone like him as your boss.

But, he knew it was the only way he could do to make sure you spend more time with him outside the club, enjoying every second as he turned you into his little obedient secretary, one who couldn't even question his decision or bother to check if the documents were truly gone. "What a dumb girl," he chuckled under his breath, looking at your perfect reports and comparing them to his messy and half-assed one, hiding them deep inside his drawer to avoid any suspicion.

Putting on his coat, he informed the receptionist about his personal business before leaving his office and going down to the parking lot, staring at your empty spot few cars away from his—realising that you had probably gone to the club before him. "What if she didn't go to the club, though?" He put his hand on the wheel, shaking the thoughts off his head and driving straight to the club, hoping that he might catch a glimpse of you, looking like a pretty dove as usual.

Entering the club, he made sure to fix his mask and straighten down his shirt, looking at the dance floor for any sign of you from the upstairs. "I thought she'd be here," he propped his cheek against his fist, eyes wouldn't leave anyone in white attires, wishing one of them were you before letting out a sigh of disappointment.

Twenty minutes before the clock strike twelve, he found the familiar sight of your mask, one that looked like a matching pair of his. The dress you wore hugged your upper arms and waist tightly, leaving some space as they fell gracefully from your figure, clinging onto you as you entered the hall without any effort to be noticed.

"Been a while, yes?"

Yeonjun flashed you a lopsided grin, guiding his hand to the small of your back before leading you into his room, fulfilling his promise to you.

There was no significant difference inside, except for the dark emerald waistcoat on the armchair, resting on top of a document. You weren't able to see it under the dim light inside the room, but Yeonjun knew his way and pinned you down against the sheet, pushing the dress up to your waist, running his thumbs along your inner thighs.

Spreading your thighs while keeping you in place, Yeonjun dug his nails into your skin before peeling your panties off slowly, staring at the semi-translucent strings before throwing it to the corner of the room. "Did you touch yourself on the way to here?" With a small nod, you confirmed his suspicion and earned a harsh slap on your folds, clit pulsing slowly before his thumb rubbing it almost incessantly, leaving no time for you to take a break nor processing whatever was happening right now.

"Face down, ass up."

Yeonjun was able to reduce you to nothing and if it didn't turn you on so bad, maybe watching him having a full control over you might work. His fingers pressed down a certain spot inside you, making you arched your back as he grinned at the sight, enjoying every curves and crevices of your figure.

Rubbing your ass gently, he took a candle on the nightstand before burning the tip, letting the hot wax dripping down to your back to test the water. He knew it'd be cruel of him to hurt you, but if he had a chance to do everything to your body for his pleasures, he'd always snatch it right away.

"M-master!"

You sobbed, shaking slightly underneath him as the burning pain kept you in your place. It started slow and easy, making you hissing slightly once it touched your back before it getting higher and closer to you sensitive parts. Hips, thighs and ass — you knew he purposely avoid the spot where you need him the most to intensity the pain.

Yeonjun stopped when the candle had lost most of its shape, running his thumb over the sore spots on your body after peeling the wax off and placing soothing cream over them. Examining each of them thoroughly, he made sure none of them would leave any marks or long-term injuries, giving you a sight to lay down a bit for a small break.

"Colour?"

"Yellow."

He gave you a nod, taking a glass of water before cradling your head in his arms as you drank it down. Placing the glass back to the nightstand, you couldn't help but snuggle up into his chest, feeling the warmth he exuded as he held you tight — almost forgot about how he treated your body few minutes ago.

Giving him a hint that you were ready to continue, you peeled yourself off his chest while staring at his belt, shaking the thought off your mind—which didn't go unnoticed by Yeonjun as he took it off and securing your wrists with it.

"Now, be a good whore for me and take whatever I give to you." He hissed into your ear, snapping his hips against yours with low groans leaving past his lips and the room began to be filled with filthy squelching noise and weak whimpers from you, trying to move your hands to find something to grab on as Yeonjun increased his pace.

"Stop it."

He landed a harsh slap on your thigh and buried his nose into your neck, pressing kisses and bite marks all over it—making sure everyone knew you were his only the time you left this room after he was done with you. Feeling your walls squeezed him tighter, he began to slow his thrusts down and pulled out, cumming all over your back—watching his seeds dripping down your thighs to the sheet, groaning at the sight while pumping himself again, not feeling like leaving you alone.

Not when you looked so sweet and vulnerable, on your knees and elbows while waiting for him to fill you up with his cums again.

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𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦. 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐬

𝘢𝘨𝘦. 𝟐𝟕

𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰. ☼ 𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐬 ☾ 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚 ↑ 𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ♀ 𝐚𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 ♂ 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚

𝘮𝘣𝘵𝘪. 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐩-𝐭

𝘩𝘰𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘦𝘴. 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜, 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲, 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐞

𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘴. 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐨 [𝐬𝐤𝐳] - 𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐧 [𝐭𝐱𝐭]

I read Nature Boy and omg I loved it so much! It’s so weird that literally like 2 days ago I was thinking of a fae concept for txt, specifically yeonjun and I thought it was like such a great idea and then I stumble across your one-shot and it was so similar to what I had in mind, even down to some little details, it’s scary lol I guess I really can’t have an original idea. You executed that concept perfectly though!!

AWE I really appreciate you taking the time to tell me this 🥺🖤💞 I think even if you write the same concept it could still come out different enough and I bet it’d still be really good! I’d definitely read it! <3