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𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔥𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔰 - 𝔠𝔥.10 - 𝔪𝔲𝔩𝔱𝔦-𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔫 𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰

𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 10 : 𝔨*𝔩𝔩 𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔠𝔨𝔢𝔫𝔰

𝔠𝔥.9 🌕 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔱 🌕 𝔠𝔥.11

Chan and Minho walked together through the academy, making their way to the room where they were meeting all of the other boys. 

“This is fucking stupid,” Minho complained. “Yuqi was coming to my room but you went and fucked that all up.”

“Knock it off,” Chan ordered. “I guarantee she’ll still be waiting on you when we get done with this shit. That girl is obsessed with you, she’d wait all day for you if you told her to.”

“If she’s not, I’m gonna be even more pissed and there will be hell to pay,” Minho threatened.

Chan stopped walking, turning to face Minho, “are you threatening me?” he growled.

Minho smiled, smoothing Chan’s shirt out with his hands, “of course I’m not threatening you. I’m not that stupid. You’re the alpha and I fully know and understand my role. Remember Mr Bang, I’m not new to all of this.”

Chan continued to stare, coldly, analyzing Minho’s explanation. A slight smile grew on his face before speaking. “As long as you understand the pecking order, I’ll let your behavior slide this time.”

“Oh,” Minho smiled, widely, “so are you saying I can skip this meeting?”

“Absolutely not,” Chan stated. “Come on, we’re going to be late.”

Minho groaned but ultimately followed Chan into the room.

“Finally,” Jungwon said to the two entering the room.

“It’s about time you decide to grace us with your presence,” Sunghoon snarled, rolling his eyes.

“This better be important,” Minho snarled, “I have important shit I’m skipping.”

“Important wolf business?” Younghoon chimed in, with a smile on his face. “Like what? Killing some chickens?”

Sangyeon smacked Younghoon’s arm but didn’t say a word. He didn’t have to say anything in order for Younghoon to know what he wanted. Sangyeon didn’t mess around and Younghoon didn’t want to mess with him. Younghoon’s smile dropped from his face and a snarl appeared as he didn’t dare to say another word.

“Kill chickens?” Minho repeated, disgusted. “How fucking stupid are you that you think I spend my time killing chickens?”

“Minho,” Chan stated, causing him to stop talking about the chickens.

“I was gonna get laid,” Minho bragged. 

“Awww you were finally gonna break your cherry,” Yeonjun teased.

“Yeonjun,” Taehyun said, hoping it would shut him down.

“What I do?” Yeonjun asked.

“Knock it off,” Taehyun ordered.

“Why?” Yeonjun asked.

“So why are we here?” Chan asked, interrupting their little spat.

“Ok,” Jungwon sighed. “Getting right to the business, I see.”

“Well I’m not here for a slumber party,” Chan smiled.

Jungwon smiled in return, “take a seat and we’ll get started.”

Chan and Minho sat next to each other at the table where all of the others were already sitting.

“What’s this about?” Chan asked, bluntly. “Did my boys do something?”

“No, for once it’s not about the wolves,” Taehyun stated.

“It’s about the human,” Jungwon interrupted.

“Yea ‘the human’,” Sunghoon laughed.

Chan cocked his head at Jungwon and Sunghoon, “are you two implying that she isn’t human?” he asked.

“Not entirely,” Taehyun said.

“This isn’t make any sense,” Chan grunted.

“Have you ever heard of the First Family?” Jungwon wondered.

“Yea kind of,” Chan nodded.

“OK well…” Jungwon started.

“What the hell is the first family?” Minho interrupted.

Sunghoon laughed, “I figured ignorant wolves wouldn’t know anything.”

“SUNGHOON, enough,” Jungwon snarled, causing his companion to pout a little.

“The ‘First Family’ are the first vampires ever created,” Taehyun explained. 

“Ok and what does that have to do with anything?” Chan asked.

“The legend states that the family was a normal viking family and they were living their lives as they did in that time, just trying to exist. They lived in a colony where men lived that had the ability to transform into wild beast creatures under the full moon,” Taehyun continued explaining.

“Werewolves,” Chan sighed.

“Exactly,” Taehyun smiled. “The matriarch of the family was a powerful witch who dabbled in the black arts. She loved her family very much and would do anything to protect them. Under the one full moon, one of her sons snuck out and was killed by one of the beasts and this traumatized her. She vowed none of her other children would ever succumb to the same fate. And so she created the first vampires.”

“One of the children wasn’t the same as the others. The legend says that the mother had an affair and the one son ultimately had a different father than the other children. His father had the ability to transform into a beast,” Jungwon explained.

“A hybrid,” Chan gasped.

“Yes, a hybrid,” Taehyun smiled again. 

“This story time is fun and all but can we get to the point,” Minho snarled.

Chan elbowed Minho in the side, telling him to shut up without actually saying the words.

“When they noticed that the boy wasn’t the same as the others, the mother put a curse on him, preventing him from invoking the werewolf side. However, over the years to come he figured out how to break that curse and now he’s a full blown hybrid, a truly immortal creature. He cannot be killed,” Taehyun explained.

“And?” Chan asked.

“There are rumors going around between the witches that say that the hybrid had a child with a witch, a miracle baby if you will,” Taehyun stated.

“A tribrid?” Chan gasped.

“Precisely,” Taehyun nodded. “She’d be a mix between Vampire, Wolf, and Witch.”

“She?” Minho asked. “Don’t fucking tell me.”

“Y/N is the tribrid,” Sangyeon stated.

“Well we’re not entirely sure of that,” Taehyun corrected. 

“Ok so what now?” Chan asked.

“We need to find out for sure,” Jungwon grunted.

“How?” Chan wondered.

“There’s a lot that doesn’t make sense,” Taehyun started. “I can’t seem to figure out, if she’s all of these things, why can’t I sense any of it.”

“But she’s definitely something,” Yeonjun stated. “A regular human doesn’t possess any of the abilities she has been showing.”

“I think you all might be grasping at straws here,” Minho grunted.

“Yea I thought the same thing,” Sunghoon nodded. “Have you seen that bitch? You would think if she was that special she would be a hell of a lot hotter.”

Jungwon shook his head in disgust, “we all gotta continue finding out as much as we can and figure out who or what she actually is.”

“But I don’t understand,” Chan sighed. “Why is it that important?”

“I had a vision,” Taehyun stated, noticing Yeonjun looking down at his silver bracelet he had on his wrist. “And let’s just say if she is what we think she might be, things could end very badly for all of us.”

Yeonjun leaned over to Taehyun and whispered, “she pushed her bracelet. She needs me.”

Taehyun closed his eyes for a few seconds and whispered, “she’s in our library.”

“I’ll catch up with you later,” Yeonjun said, standing up.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Younghoon asked.

“I uh I…” Yeonjun stuttered looking around at everyone currently staring at him. “I gotta shit like right now.”

Yeonjun didn’t wait for a response, he ran out of the room, leaving everyone behind to continue their course of action.

Y/N was sitting at a table, working on homework, alone, when Heeseung entered the library.

“Funny meeting you here,” he smirked.

“Is it really?” Y/N rolled her eyes. “Something tells me that you knew I was here.”

“You’re starting to get a little more outspoken,” Heeseung stated, appearing in the seat next to her.

“What do you want, Heeseung?” she asked.

“I figured we could use some alone time,” Heeseung smiled, seductively placing a strand of Y/N’s hair behind her ear.

“I don’t want alone time with you, I want to do my homework,” Y/N stated.

“Is that because you don’t like how I make you feel?” Heeseung whispered into Y/N’s ear, sending shivers throughout her body.

“Stop that,” Y/N ordered.

Heeseung's smile turned into rage as he grabbed Y/N by the neck. Before her knew what was happening Heeseung had her pinned up against the wall, gripping her neck tightly, making it hard for her to breathe.

“Heeseung,” she managed to get out. “You’re hurting me.”

Heeseung smirked, “and you like it.”

He let go of her neck bringing her arms above her head, holding them still.

“Ooooh we have company,” Heeseung smirked, before flipping her over so his back was against the wall and Y/N’s body was against his. He grabbed her head, forcing her to kiss him.

The door to the library flew open and Yeonjun entered.

“What the fuck,” Yeonjun snarled.

“Oh my,” Heeseung smiled, releasing Y/N. “What are you doing here?”

“What the fuck is going on?” Yeonjun snapped.

“Yeonjun,” Y/N gasped. 

“Why would you bring me here for this?” Yeonjun snarled.

“I didn’t,” Y/N said. “But I’m so glad you’re here.”

“I think she wants you to join in,” Heeseung announced.

“You’re fucked up, you know that?” Yeonjun snarled, storming out of the library. 

“Please don’t go,” Y/N begged.

Yeonjun ignored her pleas and continued to leave the room. He was extremely angry but didn’t understand why. This was all a game to him anyways so why was he actually bothered?

“What the fuck did you do?” Y/N yelled.

“He was getting in our way,” Heeseung smirked. “I want you all to myself.”

𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔳 🌕 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 🌕 𝔫𝔢𝔵𝔱

𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔫

𝙳𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚈𝚘𝚞 - 𝚌𝚑.𝟷𝟿 - 𝙷𝚊𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

𝚌𝚑.𝟷𝟾 | 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 | 𝚌𝚑.𝟸𝟶

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟿 : 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍

The sunlight fades, making way for the darkness to engulf the world. You make your way down the country road with only the light of the moon guiding your path. There are minimal street lights along the way making for an eerie walk. You’re used to the bustling energy of the highly populated city life and you hate to admit that this is kind of out of your comfort zone.  You want to turn around and run back to Donghyuck but you’re way too stubborn to admit that you aren’t capable of getting home on your own. You shake your fears away and continue down the road, praying that you are heading in the right direction.

“Hey,” a shady looking man says, appearing from the shadows. “You need a ride, pretty lady?”

You ignore him, continuing to walk while looking down at the ground, scared to accidentally make eye contact.

“Oh don’t be scared baby girl,” another man scoffs, appearing from behind the other man. “We can show you a good time.”

You know you’re now in a situation that you might not be able to get out of. You can feel the tears starting to build up in your eyes. They are tears filled with fear, shame, and disappointment in yourself that you are just too stubborn to stay with the one man that you did truly wanted to stay with. You adjust your bag on your shoulder, preparing to take off running when you feel a hand grab your shoulder. You quickly turn, preparing to swing your bag in self defense when you see Donghyuck standing behind you. 

“Come on, let’s go home,” he smiles. “My mom made up a bed for you.”

You stare blankly at him, contemplating how to properly respond. Instinctively you want to wrap your arms around him and never let go but you fight that urge. 

“Ok,” you sigh, knowing you have no other option. 

To your surprise, he doen’t have a cocky response or any response at all. He nods back and you two walk side by side back towards his parents’ house.

“It’s really isolated out here,” Donghyuck explains. “There are a lot of rough crews that hang around here at night too. If you’re not careful, a young, hot girl like you can get into a lot of trouble here.”

You still don’t have anything to say, you just listen to his words, knowing he is right. Afterall you almost found yourself in a dangerous situation before he got to you. 

“But if you’re afraid, you can hold my hand,” he smiles, putting his hand out in front of you.

You look at him, wanting to instantly grab his hand but that stubbornness in you is still present. You don’t want to show the fear, you don't want to show him any signs of weakness. You think about where your stubbornness almost got you and you know what you should do. You exhale slowly and place your hand inside of his. His hand is so warm and your tiny hand fits so perfectly in his, almost as if they were destined to be together.

“Who wouldn’t want to hold Lee Donghyuck’s hand? Afterall I was voted most eligible bachelor, most likely to succeed, and was the homecoming king the past three years. I’m like a celebrity.” he boasts. “And yet you try to keep your distance.”

“Do you think I’d fall for you just because of all of your past accomplishments and popularity?” you ask.

“What is your type anyways?” he wonders.

“Why don’t you tell me your type?” you demand.

“My type, huh?” Donghyuck repeats, looking you up and down. “Mmmmmm. Well I like someone younger, small shape, delicate hands, fair skin, stubborn, and loves to argue with me. I’ll kiss her until she can’t open her mouth.”

You cock your head to look at him before speaking. “And my type is…”

“I already know your type,” he interrupt. “Someone sexy, funny, charismatic, cheeky and playful.”

“No,” you shake your head. “Someone clean, handsome, kind and caring.”

“What?” he gasps with a giant smile on his face. “It’s me…all those things you said, you described me.”

“Ummm,” you stare at him stunned. “More importantly, not a narcissist.”

“Yes! It’s definitely me!” he boasts. 

You don’t argue, you know that no matter what you say he already has his mind made up that you are describing him and there would be no convincing him of anything different. 

You walk back to his parents’ house, tightly gripping onto his hand, not wanting to let go at all cost. You follow him up the staircase in the back of the house leading to his bedroom above the garage. You are grateful of him having his own entrance to his room therefore there would be no uncomfortable encounters with either one of his parents.

Once inside, you take your bag off and place it onto one of his chairs. He hands you a change of clothing with a smirk on his face.

“Do you need help?” he asks.

“I think I can manage,” you sigh, grabbing the clothing from him.

You turn and walk into the small bathroom inside of his room. You pull your dress off over your head, replacing it with the small t-shirt that he gave you to wear. The shirt is so small that it barely covers your ass. 

While you are in the bathroom, Donghyuck sits on his bed, patiently waiting for you to come out. He pulls his phone out of his pocket and begins scrolling through facebook.

Hwang Yeji updated her profile picture with a picture of a black screen. Donghyuck knows this is an obvious cry for attention and unfortunately it makes him feel some kind of way. He can’t resist the urge to click on her page and do a little snooping.

You slowly walk out of the bathroom, wearing the shirt he loaned you, the shirt that barely covers anything. Donghyuck looks over smiling widely upon noticing you standing in the doorway, looking slightly uncomfortable.

“I’m sorry,” he smiles, handing you a pair of plaid pajama pants. “I thought I had these with the clothing.”

“Thanks a lot,” you huff, quickly snatching the pajama pants from him. 

“I mean I don’t mind if you just want to wear the shirt,” Donghyuck winks. You glare at him before sliding the pajamas pants on, instantly feeling a little more at ease. 

“You can sleep in my bed, and I’ll sleep on the blow up,” he smiles, before walking into the bathroom to get changed into his pajamas.

You slowly crawl into his bed, without any hesitations. What you really want is for him to lay in the same bed with you. You want to spend the night with him so close that you could feel his heartbeat against yours. But you don’t want to disrespect his parents and decide not to push the issue. When he comes out of the bathroom, Donghyuck turns the lights off before crawling into the made up bed on the floor next to his bed, where you are laying. He doesn’t say anything to you, he doesn't need to. You can feel the tension and by now you know him well enough that you can tell there is something wrong with him.

“Are you stressing about Yeji?” you ask. He doesn’t respond, he looks at you with a surprise expression on his face.

“You’re not the only one who spies on people online,” you sigh. You are a little hurt that he still cares enough that her obvious attention seeking behavior is having this kind of effect on him.

“How did you forget about Jisung so easily?” he asks, rolling over to face you.

You think about the question for a few seconds before responding, contemplating the proper way to answer. “Who said I forgot about Jisung?” you ask, taking a deep breath before continuing. “I just no longer want to be with him. For someone that you can’t forget about, the only thing that you can do is forget your feelings for them.”

“So…” Donghyuck says, sitting up and moving over to lean onto his bed where you are laying. “Will you help me forget my feelings?”

“How can I help?” you ask.

He slowly leans down, closer to your face causing your heart to begin to race. Your breathing picks up in anticipation. He inches closer and closer until you can feel his hot breath on your skin and it feels so amazing. You slowly close your eyes…

“Ahem,” Renjun huffs from the doorway of Donghyuck’s bedroom. 

Donghyuck quickly sits up while you pull the covers up to your chin, making sure you are completely covered. 

“Mom told me to bring you some extra covers so you both will be nice and warm tonight,” Renjun announces, dropping the extra blankets onto the bed that you are laying on. “But I see that you two have that department already covered.”

“Get out of here,” Donghyuck orders, throwing a pillow at his brother. 

“Have a good night you two,” Renjun laughs, slowly backing out. “And make wise choices.”

Once the door is closed, Donghyuck exhales slowly before laying back down on his bed. You smile at the cute brotherly love that they have for each other. Renjun quickly pops his head back inside. “So have you two shagged yet?” he asks with a shit eating grin on his face. 

“Go away, damn it,” Donghyuck snaps.

“Bye,” Renjun smiles, waving before quickly making his exit. 

You roll over, getting as close to the edge of the bed as possible. “Hey Hyuck, what does shag mean?” you whisper. 

“Shag?” Donghyuck repeats, looking around attempting to avoid eye contact. “It means bathroom. He’s asking if we both used the bathroom before bed.”

“Ooooh,” you nod, readjusting in bed. “I already shagged.”

You lay down and slowly drift off to sleep. It is a restless night. You are lonely in the bed by yourself and can’t get comfortable enough to fall into a deep sleep. You open your eyes, sitting up looking around, realizing Donghyuck is no longer in his made up bed. 

Renjun is sitting on the sofa in the garage, chugging his beer while Donghyuck is digging in the refrigerator. 

“What’s with the chick?” Renjun asks, cutting right to the point.

Donghyuck pulls out a beer, closes the fridge and looks at his brother with wide eyes. “Well nothing special,” he lies. 

“Let’s be real,” Renjun demands, scratching his face. “You didn’t break up with Yeji, did you?”

Donghyuck looks down at the ground, then back at him before responding, almost out of pure disappointment in himself. “She asked me to take a break,” he sighs.

“Well what would happen if she would all of the sudden want to get back together?” Renjun asks. “What would you do?”

You wander out of Donghyuck’s room. You can hear the two talking in the garage so you creep down the stairs so you can listen to their conversation.

“Hyuck, be honest with me,” Renjun insists. “Do you still love Yeji?”

“Yeji is my first love,” Donghyuck starts. “And I’ve been with her longer than I’ve been with anyone else. Do you expect me to feel nothing?”

“I know you two have been through a lot,” Renjun snaps. “But that doesn’t mean you have the right to keep someone on the side like this.”

“I know,” Donhyuck nods.

“Then why the fuck don’t you clear things up with Yeji first?” Renjun snaps. “Do you like this girl?”

Donghyuck stares at his brother without saying a word. He looks as though he wants to say something but can’t get the words to come out of his mouth.

“Is it really that hard for you to say those words,” Renjun huffs.  “Or is it that you really don’t want things to get serious with her?”

“I…” Donghyuck starts. “I just can’t say it out loud. Even though I desperately want to tell her how I feel. She’s the first person that I want to be serious with but I have to clear things up with Yeji first.”

You don’t know how to feel about what you heard. It is a mix of emotions but you have the urge to cry and you don't like that feeling. You slowly creep back up the stairs and crawl back into bed, attempting to go back to sleep.

𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟 | 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 | 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝

𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗

@lostinneocity @delululi @multifandomania

𝙳𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚈𝚘𝚞 - 𝚌𝚑.𝟷𝟺 - 𝙷𝚊𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

𝚌𝚑.𝟷𝟹 | 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 | 𝚌𝚑.𝟷𝟻

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟺 : 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎

“I can’t believe it's time for exams already,” YangYang complains, leaning his head against a bookshelf. “Although, I feel like I’ve studied enough already.”

Doyoung glances up from the book he is reading, “that’s because you’re normally always asleep for the studying part.”

“Why wouldn’t you wake him up,” Hendery asks, walking over to join them.

“Cuz’ I’m usually napping next to him,” Doyoung laughs.

Kun turns around, placing his back to you, “you idiots, I told you guys to find some books, not make jokes. You won’t be joking around when you don’t have any more time to study.”

“Come on, let’s go over there,” YangYang says, walking towards the opposite side of the library while Hendery and Doyoung follow him.

Kun closes his book and places it back on the shelf, following them, leaving you behind alone. You continue to glance at the shelf, trying to decide what book you need when Donghyuck sneaks up behind you.

“Ahem,” he clears his throat in order to get your attention. 

You turn to look at him, unamused bringing a smile to his pretty face. “So do you have a study buddy for the exams?” he asks.

“I do,” you nod, “and a lot of them.”

“What about more than a buddy?” he winks.

“Isn’t that what Yeji is for?” you ask, not being able to refrain from bringing her up again.

“Well,” Donghyuck looks down at his feet. “Yeji usually studies at her friends’ dorm during the exams and I study with Jisung. But I’m pretty sure this year, Jisung will be with at his lover’s dorm…Soooo, I want to be like him.”

You look around to make sure no one was around before asking, “and who’s your lover?”

He closes his eyes to take a deep breath while moving a little closer to you. “Please, Y/N,” he begs with a giant smile on his face. “Let me study in your dorm, with you.”

He places the index finger of each hand on his cheek, pressing the tip into his dimples, attempting to look extra adorable.

“Do you really think that’s going to work on me?” you scoff.

Donghyuck smiles even wider, cocking his head in a cutesy way.

Donghyuck and you hide in your dorm for the next few days, studying together. You enjoye the time alone with him. Although, it only seems to make your feelings grow. The more time you spend together the harder you seem to be falling. The only downfall to studying with Donghyuck is you both end up paying more attention to each other than your books.

The night before the exam, Donghyuck takes you to a shrine set up on the university grounds by some of the students. He kneels down before it and you follow his lead.

“Are you sure?” you ask.

“I’m positive,” he smiles. “We’ve been screwing around all day, we can’t start studying now. Listen, whoever makes an offering will pass the exam.”

“But, will it really work?” you wonder full of skepticism due to the fact that you never attempted anything so ludacris before.

“Of course,” Donghyuck states. “That’s how I survived my entire third year.”

You exhale slowly, nodding in defeat, “ok.” You watch as he inches closer to the shrine and lights incense sticks, waiting further instructions.

“Donghyuck,” Soojin yells, walking up to the shrine behind the two of you. “Are you two worshiping the shrine of good luck?”

“I just accompanied her here,” he lies.

You quickly turn to see all of Donghyuck’s friends standing next to Soojin. You’re speechless that is trying to throw you under the bus when all of this nonsense has been his idea.

“Just admit it,” soojin sighs, kneeling down next to you. “Everyone comes here.” She scoots over to make room for Jaemin to be able to squeeze in next to you. 

Chenle grabs a handful of incense sticks, lights them, and hands everyone a couple. You observe everyone closing their eyes once they recieve their sticks and it looks as though they whisper something to themselves. Not entirely sure of what you’re doing, you decide to imitate their actions, closing your eyes then quickly open them.

Sijoon is the first to open her eyes, leaning forward to place her sticks in the slot on the ground in front of the shrine where other incense sticks are. Then Mark and Chenle both lean forward at the same time, banging their heads into each other.

“Ouch,” Chenle yells, looking at Mark. “Why do you have to be in such a hurry?”

“You were in too much of a rush,” Mark snaps.

“Let me do mine first,” Chenle snaps. “Your ash burnt my freakin hand.”

“Can’t you guys be quiet?” Jisung asks, rolling his eyes.

Donghyuck looks at you sitting perfectly still, “I’ll put your incense over there for you.”

You don’t resist, you hand him your sticks, smiling as you watch him taking care of you. 

“Hey Y/N, come here, Jaemin and I want to talk to you about something,” Sijoon says, pulling you away from Donghyuck.

Donghyuck watches, wanting to put a stop to it but fully aware that if he says anything he will expose your secret relationship, which he isn’t ready to do that. He stands up, walking away from the shrine to lean against another tree so can’t see his friends with you. Jisung follows his friend over and leans against the tree as well. 

“Hey,” Jisung sighs, nudging Donghyuck with his elbow. “Your eyes were practically popping out of your head.”

“What are you talking about?” Donghyuck huffs.

“I’m just teasing you,” Jisung laughs. “How are things with Yeji?”

“She’s studying with her friends at their dorm so I haven’t really had the chance to see her,” Donghyuck explains.

“I think the faster you talk to her, the better. If you leave things like this for too long, it won’t be good for anyone,” Jisung suggests.

Donghyuck knows his friend is right. He knows he has to handle things properly, what is he doing with you isn’t fair to you or Yeji.

You lay on your bed, attempting to sleep when you notice Donghyuck is staring at the ceiling, deep in thought. You roll over to face him, “can’t sleep?” you ask. 

“No not really,” he sighs.

“That sucks,” you say. “I guess you’ll be going to your room once the exams are over, right?”

“Well…since this is my last night here,” he rolls over to look at you with a devilish smirk on his face. “And since neither of us can sleep, I think we should do something else.”

“In your dreams,” you scoff, closing your eyes. 

“I can just wait till you fall asleep then,” he laughs. 

“I won’t fall asleep before you,” you state.

“I call bullshit,” he laughs, “you always snore and that’s what keeps me awake.”

“That’s insane,” you snap, “I don’t snore.”

He decides not to argue, there’s  no point, you’re too stubborn to admit you’re wrong. Donghyuck watches as you slowly drift off to sleep. You look so peacefully that he can’t help but to smile. He inches towards your face, kisses your forehead, then lays back down on his side of the bed. 

“I knew you didn’t have the balls to do it,”  you smirk, not opening your eyes.

“It has nothing to do with my balls,” he retorts, “it’s because you can’t act.”

You laugh, turning to look at him, smiling at his adorable face. You are really enjoying having him stay with you and even though you don’t want to admit it, you’re going to be a little sad once things go back to the way they were.

“No, the real reason I didn’t do anything is because I gotta make things right, first,” Donghyuck explains, turning his entire body to face you

“What do you mean by that?” you ask.

“After the exam, I’m going to end things with Yeji,” he confesses, staring intently into your eyes. “I know this might a lot to ask, but you please wait for me?”

A small smile subconsciously appears on your face, “I’ll be right here…so you better make it quick and hurry back to me.”

𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟 | 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 | 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝

𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗

@lostinneocity @delululi @multifandomania

𝙻𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚘𝚗 - 𝚂𝟸 𝙲𝚑.𝟽 - 𝙰𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚣 𝚘𝚝𝟾 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

♥️𝚌𝚑.𝟼 ♠️ 𝚜𝟸 𝚖𝚕♦️𝚌𝚑.𝟾♣️

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟽 : 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎

“We’re getting married,” yangyang said with a smile on his face, “just like i always promised you.”

“What do you mean like you always promised me?” Y/N asked, trying to get off the chair.

“Ssshhhh,” Yang Yang said, putting his finger in front of her mouth. “Save that beautiful voice for the ceremony.”

“But I think I deserve to know what's going on.” Y/N argued.

Yang Yang’s smile dropped from his face as he stared coldly back at Y/N, “I’ll tell you what you fucking deserve.”

“I’m sorry,” Y/N sighed trying to appease the man who’s calm demeanor changed into something that appeared to be far more demonic. 

Y/N struggled, trying to move her legs, remembering they were still tightly tied to the chair legs, causing a stabbing pain in her abdomen. She winced in pain looking down to see blood soaking through the white gown that YangYang had her dressed in. 

“Oh dear,” YangYang smiled, “You seem to have made your wedding dress a little soiled.”

“I’m so sorry,” Y/N said scared that he was going to become angry. 

“It’s ok, I like a little color,” YangYang smiled. “Maybe I should cut myself to add some coloring to my outfit too. That way we will match.”

Y/N didn’t know how to respond so she stayed silent.

YangYang pulled his knife out of his pocket releasing the blade. He lifted his shirt exposing his chiseled abs and noticed Y/N silently staring. He took the blade of the knife gently tracing the outline of his abs while making eye contact with her. “This turns you on, doesn’t it?” he asked.

“No,” Y/N blushed, quickly turning away.

“It’s ok darling,” Yangyang smirked. “You’re supposed to find your husband to be sexy. Shit, I’d find me sexy if I was you.”

“If we’re gonna be married,” Y/N started. “You should probably untie me so I can at least touch you properly. You know the way a wife should touch her husband.”

“If I untie you and you try to run, I will have to break your legs,” YangYang smiled as he started untying the restraints on her legs and arms. “So please don’t make me do that.”

“I promise I won’t,” Y/N nodded.

Once her hands were released Y/N gently rubbed her wrists and legs then gently held her abdomen trying to release some of that pain as well. 

YangYang kneeled down in front of her and kissed her stomach where the blood was soaking through the dress. “Move your fucking hands,” YangYang snarled in his demonic voice forcing Y/N to listen without hesitation.

He rubbed his face over the blood stained dress. “This isn’t working,” he huffed getting frustrated. He grabbed the bottom of her dress, lifting it up exposing her lower body. “This is such a heavenly sight,” he breathed heavily. “The things we are going to do together get me so excited. Wait YangYang you need to focus. Do what’s right now.” He placed his face directly on the wound causing Y/N to wince from the pain. He pulled back and released her dress allowing it fall back down onto the floor. YangYang stood up with wet blood on his face, staring into her eyes and forcefully placed his lips against hers. She could feel his tongue trying to make its way into her mouth when she pulled away. He grabbed her right hand and placed in onto the bulge in his pants, “do you see what you fucking do to me?”

“Shouldn’t we wait till we're married?” Y/N panicked.

“I’m gonna cut myself and you’re gonna rub your face in it,” YangYang demanded with wide eyes. “DAMN THIS IS GONNA BE FUCKING HOT!”

YangYang ripped his shirt open and ran the blade of his knife down his chest leaving an open wound with blood dripping down his chiseled body. He let out a moan of excitement as the blade cut through his skin. “Now put your face in that,” he ordered.

“Uhm,” Y/N hesitated. “I don’t know if I should. Don’t I have enough blood on me?”

“RUB YOUR FUCKING FACE IN MY BLOOD BITCH,” YangYang yelled, grabbing a handful of her hair forcing her head harshly against his chest. “Yea you like that shit you little fucking cunt.”

Y/N didn’t say anything, she was afraid to argue or to do anything that he didn’t want her to do.

YangYang released her hair and turned to look at the corner of the room. His demeanor returned to the soft happy boy that he was when she first came in contact with him while she laid on the Doctors table.

“What?” YangYang said. “Ok, I understand.”

He turned back to look at Y/N and smiled, “Paster bearie said this isn’t appropriate behavior before the wedding.”

“Who?” Y/N asked not seeing anyone else in the room with them.

“He also said that you seem to be a bad influence on me and now he’s not sure if he’s ok with us getting married,” Yangyang announced. “You’re going to have to convince him that you want to be my wife.”

“What happens if I can’t,” Y/N asked.

“I’ll just have to kill you,” YangYang shrugged with a smile on his face.

Seonghwa patiently sat in his office, staring at his full glass of whiskey sitting on his desk in front of him. A knock sounded out from his door tearing him out of the trance that he appeared to be locked in.  

“Come in,” Seonghwa said, staring at his door, waiting to see which one of the boys came to him first.

The door slowly opened exposing Yeosang carrying his laptop.

“What do you need from me?” Yeosang asked before sitting on the chair directly in front of Seonghwa’s desk.

“That’s an interesting question,” Seonghwa smirked, before taking a long gulp from his glass of whiskey. “I have been thinking a lot and I was wondering if you still know how I feel about lying?”

Yeosang stared at his boss for a moment before speaking, “of course I do. Under no circumstances are we allowed to lie.”

“And what happens if you’re caught in a lie?” Seonghwa asked, treating the grown man sitting before him as though he was a child.

“It’s punishable by death,” Yeosang exhaled, slowly.

“Good,” Seonghwa smiled. “You remember.”

“What’s this about?” Yeosang asked, impatiently.

“I’ve been thinking and I feel like there are a few of you that are not being completely honest with me,” Seonghwa announced looking up from his desk. “And to be frank, it’s starting to piss me the fuck off.”

“I haven’t lied at all,” Yeosang panicked, fully aware of the risks he was facing if he was caught in a lie.

“Mhm,” Seonghwa hummed. “I want to see the footage from the hospital.”

“I showed you that footage,” yeosang cocked his head.

“No,” Seonghwa slammed his fist down. “You showed me what you wanted to show me. I want to see all of Y/N’s movements from the time she left the waiting room until she was taken.”

“Well,” Yeosang sighed, “that might have been deleted by now.”

Seonghwa opened the top drawer of his desk, removed his pistol and laid it on the top next to his whiskey, facing the barrel towards the boy. “I have full faith in you that you will be able to find what I am asking.”

“Yes sir,” Yeosang sighed as he opened his laptop and started typing away.  

After a few minutes, Seonghwa started to get impatient, “well did you find it?”

“I’m telling you, it doesn’t really show anything,” Yeosang sighed still typing away.

“I’ll be the judge of that,” Seonghwa growled. “Now show me everything.”

Yeosang placed his laptop onto the desk, facing the screen towards Seonghwa.

“Press play whenever you’re ready,” Yeosang ordered, returning to his seat in front of the desk.

Seonghwa took a deep breath before clicking on the button to start the video. He watched in silence as Y/N exited the waiting room and skipped down the hallway. He watched her get pulled into a room by San then San stormed out of the room shortly after. He continued to watch as Y/N continued to skip down the hallway towards the elevator. He saw her take an elevator down to the basement and head into the morgue. He continued to stare at the video, watching the doors of the morgue as nothing happened when the elevator door opened again, exposing Yunho who happily ran into the morgue, doors closing behind him. After what seemed to be an eternity, Y/N exited the morgue and happily skipped over to the elevator. Once Yugyeom got onto the elevator, Seonghwa paused the video.

“I want to see what happened in the morgue,” Seonghwa growled.

“There’s no cameras in there,” Yeosang said.

“Bullshit,” Seonghwa snapped, slamming his hand down onto his desk causing the younger boy to jump from the noise. “Those morgue techs have to be sick fucking freaks, I’m sure they have some form of cameras in there.”

“Seriously,” Yeosang argued. “I couldn’t find anything.”

Seonghwa smirked as he cocked his head to look at the boy who was staring back at him with a look of complete despair in his eyes. Seonghwa motioned with his pointer finger for the younger boy to come closer. Yeosang did as he was told and got up to walk over to Seonghwa’s desk.  Seonghwa grabbed yeosang’s hand, holding it flat on his desk, as he retrieved his butterfly knife out of his pocket. With a flick of his wrist, the blade was exposed. Seonghwa stabbed the desk in between two of Yeosang’s fingers causing the boy to yelp out of fear of what was coming.

“Are you sure you’re not lying to protect Yunho,” Seonghwa asked, pulling the knife back out from the desk and once again raising it again to stab the desk.

“I swear I’m not lying,” Yeosang pleaded. 

Seonghwa stabbed the desk again, grazing yeosang’s pinkie causing blood to drip out onto the desk.

“If you’re lying, I will cut your fucking hand off,” Seonghwa growled in a low almost demonic voice.

“I looked everywhere and I can’t see anything. I even tried to hack into the personal computers in the morgue to see if any videos were available and the only videos that I could locate are the ones they record during autopsies. But those cameras appear to be turned off all the other times,” Yeosang scrambled for words.

Seonghwa released his hand, “go get Yunho,” he commanded.

Yeosang backed away from Seonghwa’s desk, not taking his eyes off of the boss until he was completely out of the office. 

Yeosang returned a few minutes later with Yunho trailing behind. Seonghwa looked up from the glass of whiskey that he was concentrating on and smirked.

“Have a seat,” he commanded.

Yunho smiled, oblivious of what was coming.

“Would you like a drink, Yunho?” Seonghwa asked before finishing what was left in the glass that he was drinking.

“Yea sure,” Yunho smiled.

Seonghwa reached into the bottom desk drawer, pulling out a bottle of aged whiskey and an empty glass. He poured some whiskey in the empty glass, placing it at the edge of the desk for Yunho to grab and then refilled his own glass. He then replaced the whiskey bottle back inside the bottom drawer. Seonghwa took a long gulp from his glass while staring at Yunho.

“When we were at the hospital,” Seonghwa started, “what all did you do while the rest of us were sitting in the waiting room?”

“What do you mean?” Yunho asked.

“Exactly what I fucking said,” Seonghwa snapped. “WHAT WERE YOU FUCKING DOING IN THE MORGUE?”

“I found a girlfriend,” Yunho sighed.

“A girlfriend, huh?” Seonghwa cocked his head. “Do tell.”

“There’s nothing really to tell,” Yunho sighed. “I don’t have her anymore.”

“What do you mean?”Seonghwa asked.

“Well,” Yunho smiled looking down at his feet. “I owned her, everything was mine and now she’s gone.”

Before Seonghwa had time to ask a follow up question the door to his office flew open and Wooyoung entered with a package in his hand.

“This was delivered for you,” he explained, handing the package to Seonghwa.

“Thank you, Woo,” Seonghwa smiled, setting the package down on his desk.

“Are you going to open it?” Wooyoung asked.

“I will but we’re in the middle of something at the moment,” Seonghwa said. “You may leave again.”

“But…” Wooyoung continued.

“Fucking leave now,” Seonghwa snarled.

Wooyoung didn’t argue, he stormed out of the office, slamming the door behind him.

Seonghwa took a deep breath before speaking again, “please continue, Yunho.”

“That’s some pretty paper on that box,” Yunho announced, staring at the package sitting in front of Seonghwa. “I wish I would get presents in the mail. You’re so lucky.”

“Don’t focus on the package,” Seonghwa snapped. “Focus on what you were doing in the morgue.”

“Uhm how did you know I was in the morgue?” Yunho asked, confused.

“I know everything,” Seonghwa smirked. “Now tell me what you did.”

“That package is leaking,” Yunho announced with wide eyes. “It looks like blood.”

“I saw you and Y/N were in the morgue together, what happened,” Seonghwa asked while he started unwrapping the package that was sitting in front of him.

“I don’t know what you want me to say,” Yunho sighed.

“Jesus christ,” Yeosang blurted out. “Did you fuck Y/N or not?”

“She’s my girlfriend,” Yunho said. “I can do whatever I want with her. I own her.”

“You son of a bitch,” Wooyoung yelled, kicking the door open with his pistol exposed and aimed at Yunho. “You fucking raped her you sick bastard!”

“She wanted it,” Yunho argued, pulling his gun out. “Fuck you!”

“Holy shit,” Seonghwa gasped, dropping something onto his desk, leaving his hands bloody, causing all three of the men to look at him.

“What is that?” Yeosang asked.

“I think it’s the tattoo of my name that was on Y/N,” Seonghwa gasped, staring at his hands.

Wooyoung dropped his gun, running over and retrieving the skin laying on the desk. “That is her tattoo,” he announced.

Seonghwa unfolded the paper that was attached to the skin and read its contents aloud, “We have Y/N. If you ever want to see her alive again we will need 1.5 million dollars. You will be hearing from us shortly with further instructions. Hugs and Kisses. ~W.”

“Who the fuck is W?” Wooyoung asked.

“Whoever it is,” Seonghwa snarled. “They are going to pay for this.”

Yunho continued to stare at the skin that was removed from Y/N, “could I keep that tattoo?” he asked. “It would go nice in my collection.”

♥️𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟♠️𝚜𝟸 𝚖𝚕 ♦️𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝♣️

♥️♠️𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 - 𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽♦️♣️

@stayatinykatsy @vampiregirl215 @xuchiya @veebyvee @brotherughh

𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔥𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔰 - 𝔠𝔥.16 - 𝔪𝔲𝔩𝔱𝔦-𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔫 𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰

𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 16 : 𝔣𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯'𝔰 𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔰

𝔠𝔥.15 | 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 | 𝔠𝔥.17

“Now it’s time for the real fun,” the man laughed.

“Please don’t do this,” Y/N begged.

“Sometimes the daughter has to pay for the father’s sins,” the man snarled.

Y/N heard shouting coming from the other rooms in the fun house. The voices were muffled and she couldn’t hear what was actually being said but anybody would be welcomed at this moment.

“Help me,” Y/N yelled. “Somebody please help me!”

“Shut the fuck up little girl,” the man snarled jamming the point of the knife into her throat as footsteps started getting closer to the room they were in. “If you yell again, I will slit your throat.”

Y/N didn’t dare to scream again, she was too scared to move. She prayed in her head for whoever was in the fun house with them would come inside the room and save her.

The man took a huge sniff of Y/N’s hair, closing his eyes before whispering, “until next time Ms. Kwon.”

Heeseung and Niki ran inside of the room, seeing Y/N sitting alone on the floor. “What happened to you,” Heeseung asked.

Y/N realized that she was all by herself. She stood up, running to Heeseung and wrapping her arms as tight as humanly possible around him. She laid her head against his chest as the tears started flowing. 

“Getting lost isn’t worth all of this,” Niki said, rolling his eyes.

Y/N ignored the boy’s comment and continued crying, holding onto Heeseung for dear life.  Heeseung gently placed his hand onto her back, rubbing it in a comforting manner. “Calm down,” he whispered, leaning his head down onto her head. 

“I need to get out of here,” Y/N said, attempting to pull away from Heeseung.

Heeseung wrapped both of his arms around her and the next thing she knew they were standing outside of the fun house. 

“Thank you,” Y/N sighed.

Heeseung cocked his head at Y/N, “are you bleeding?” he asked.

Y/N put her hand up to her throat, feeling a warm sensation onto her hand. She pulled her hand away exposing blood. Heeseung gently moved Y/N’s hair off of her neck to get a better look at where the blood was coming from.

“What happened to your neck?” he wondered.

“There has been a man following me around today. I went into the fun house to get away from him but he followed me inside. He had a knife to my neck and if you wouldn’t have gotten there when you did…” Y/N explained with tears in her eyes. “I don’t know what would have happened.”

“Who was this guy?” Niki interrupted.

“I don’t know,” Y/N sighed. “I’ve never seen him before.”

“We can’t have you bleeding with all these vampires roaming around,” Heeseung stated, biting on his own wrist and moving it closer to Y/N’s face. “Drink.”

Y/N pushed his arm away from her face, shaking her head no, “I don’t want to.”

“I wasn’t asking,” Heeseung growled as his eyes turned black. “Now fucking drink.”

He shoved his wrist into her mouth holding his arm there and with his other hand he held her head still, forcing her to consume his blood which instantly healed the opened wound on her neck. After he was content with the amount she took in, he smiled as he lightly patted her hair. “That was a good girl.”

Y/N looked at Heeseung with utter disgust, “why are you doing this?”

“Can’t you ever just be grateful?” Niki interrupted.

Heeseung gently caressed Y/N’s cheek, staring into her eyes, “you look really sexy with blood on your face.”

“There’s the person I’ve been looking for,” Jacob said, walking up to the three.

“Jacob,” Y/N smiled, relieved to see him finally.

“What happened to you?” he asked.

“Nothing happened,” Niki snarled.

“You need to move along, little boy,” Heeseung ordered. “There’s nothing to see here.”

“I don’t know about that.” Jacob smirked while cocking his head, “I see two assholes that appear to be making an innocent girl very upset.”

“Who the fuck are you calling an asshole?” Niki growled as his eyes turned black.

“It’s not like that,” Y/N interrupted. “Well not entirely….”

“This doesn’t concern you,” Niki added.

“I believe it does,” Jacob smiled. “Why do you have blood on your shirt?”

Y/N looked down at her shirt, fighting back the tears that wanted to flow again, “I…I…it’s a long story.”

“Are they feeding on you?” Jacob asked.

“Jealous?” Heeseung smirked.

“Jealous of you?” Jacob laughed, “I don’t need to force anyone to let me feed on them. For me they do it because they want to.”

“Forcing is part of the fun,” Niki smiled, proudly. 

“Stop this, all of you,” Y/N snapped. “That is not what happened. No one is feeding on me.”

“You’re right, baby,” Heeseung whispered, wrapping his arm around her waist. “She’s feeding on me.”

“What?” Jacob asked with a look of disgust on his face.

“It’s not like that,” Y/N said, pushing Heeseung away as she moved closer to Jacob.

“Then what’s it like?” Jacob wondered.

“I was almost killed and Heeseung and Niki saved me,” Y/N explained.

“Killed by who?” Jacob asked.

“We don’t know,” Niki sighed.

“We didn’t see him,” Heeseung added. “But I doubt he’s gone and Y/N shouldn’t be alone.”

“I’ll stay with her,” Niki offered with an evil smirk on his face.

“Or she could hang with me,” Jacob offered. 

“I kind of just want to go back to my room,” Y/N sighed. 

Jacob put his hand out for her to grab, “I’ll make sure you get home safe.”

Y/N looked at Heeseung and Niki before placing her hand into Jacob’s, “thank you for saving me.”

“Whatever,” Heeseung rolled his eyes.

“Maybe I’ll see you later at the dance,” Y/N said, forcing a smile onto her face.

“You’re still planning on going to the dance?” Niki asked.

“With me as her escort, nothing bad will happen to her,” Jacob smiled at the other two boys.

“When the fuck did that get decided?” Heeseung snarled.

“I’m the only one she’s not terrified of,” Jacob smirked. “Being an asshole all the time has its consequences, Mr Lee.”

“Fuck you,” Heeseung snarled.

“Eh maybe another time,” Jacob laughed, walking away with Y/N.

Heeseung took a step towards them, planning on following the two to her room when a hand was placed on his shoulder. Heeseung turned around quickly to see Jungwon and Sunghoon.

“Leave them go,” Jungwon ordered.

“But…” Heeseung started.

“No,” Jungwon snapped, “I said leave them fucking go.”

“Man this bitch must have a golden pussy,” Sunghoon snarled, rolling his eyes. 

“What the fuck does that mean?” Niki asked.

“The way all of you swoon over her is absolutely disgusting,” Sunghoon announced.

“I will kill you,” Heeseung growled.

“Enough,” Jungwon snapped. “What happened?”

“We found her in the fun house,” Niki explained. “He was gone by the time we got there.”

“Did you see him?” Jungwon asked.

“No but he was threatening to kill her,” Niki said.

“When we first got inside, I heard him say, ‘sometimes the daughter has to pay for the father’s sins’,” Heeseung induced. “It appears somebody is out for revenge.”

“Was she hurt?” Jungwon asked.

“She was but I gave her my blood,” Heeseung smiled, knowing Jungwon would be upset by that.

“Wait,” Jungwon said, “she didn’t heal on her own?”

“No she’s ‘human’,” Niki rolled his eyes.

“Remember when Eric tried feeding on her, she healed on her own,” Jungwon snapped. “And when Changmin did it, she healed too.”

“Yea and?” Heeseung wondered where Jungwon was going.

“Why didn’t she heal this time?” Jungwon asked. “How does it not happen with all injuries?”

“Maybe she can only heal from vampire bites,” Niki suggested.

“No,” Taehyun said, walking up to them. “It’s not just from vampire bites.”

“She will heal from any injury caused by something supernatural,” Daniel added, following Taehyun.

“Why are you here?” Sunghoon snarled.

“This is a family event,” Daniel smiled. “I came to visit my little brother and see what all the fuss is about.”

“Isn’t this just wonderful,” Heeseung sighed.

“Don’t be angry because you guys don’t have any family that wants to visit you,” Changmin interrupted.

“The party is just getting started boys,” Hyunjun added, following Changmin.

“What are you doing here?” Jungwon asked. “You were expelled from this school.”

“I was but today I’m visiting with my little brother,” Hyunjun smiled, messing up Changmin’s hair. “What’s wrong? Scared to have real competition?”

𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔳 🌕 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 🌕 𝔫𝔢𝔵𝔱

𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔫

Sorry about my little break guys! I was really sick then I started a new job and things have been rather hectic but I’m back so I will start posting again.