[ RECKLESS DRIVING ! ]

[ RECKLESS DRIVING ! ]

chapter four. premium seats

𝜗𝜚 You smile and wave as you exit your building, seeing Beomgyu waiting outside, carrying several bags of camera equipment. “Need some help there, Gyu?” He nods and sighs with relief as you take one of the bags from around his neck.

“So, you ready to go?” he asks, peering at you inquisitively.

“Ready as I’ll ever be. Somehow, I haven’t been to a single game the whole time we’ve been here.” The two of you begin the walk to the stadium, deciding not to drive since your apartment is only a 10-minute walk from the field.

As you walk, you chat about mundane things: school, work, and what music you’ve been liking lately. Eventually, the topic turns to crushes.

“So, I noticed you’ve been posting a lot about a certain someone on your Twitter. What’s that about?” You roll your eyes.

“Not you too, Gyu. I just think he’s cute. Is that a crime?”

He laughs and nudges you with his elbow. “It’s not a crime, but I’ve got a source that tells me he thinks you’re cute too.”

You rub your ribs where he just poked you. “Yeah, right. Does this source happen to be Ningning?”

“No, actually, Jungwon and I were talking about it at work the other day. He told me not to tell you, but he should’ve known I’d do it anyway.”

You laugh at his slight sass, trying not to take him too seriously. “Jungwon was probably just messing around.”

“Is it so hard to believe that he might actually like you?” Beomgyu asks, not willing to drop the topic so quickly.

“Yes, it is hard to believe when you consider the fact that he hasn’t spoken a word to me,” you say firmly, hoping he’ll just let the topic go, especially since you’re nearing the soccer field.

As you enter the stadium, Beomgyu reaches into his bag, producing two press name tags. “Premium seats, baby!” You smile and take the lanyard, awkwardly draping it around your neck since your hands are full with his camera equipment.

You enter the stadium through the field tunnel, watching as Beomgyu immediately rushes to find Yeonjun. You trail behind him, observing his excited gestures as he waves over Yeonjun and a few other members of the team.

“Oh! Also, this is Y/N! She’s gonna help me with the pictures today.” You smile awkwardly and wave gently as he takes the bags from you, placing them on a nearby bench.

“Cool, you work with Jungwon and Soobin, right?” You look up to see Jake Sim looking right at you.

Your face goes a little red and suddenly feels warm. “Oh, yeah, I do.” Looking at him up close, you realize how cute he is, and you can tell he’s about to say something more when the coach’s voice rings through your ears. “Well, it was nice to meet you. The game’s about to start. Make sure to cheer for me.” He winks at you, and then he’s gone.

Beomgyu makes his way to your side, noticing your flushed face and smile. “I was gone for like, a minute. Don’t tell me you guys are already in love.” You shriek and hit his arm.

“Stop! What if he hears you?”

The two of you get your cameras ready, you're no great photographer, but you do enjoy taking pictures sometimes.

The announcer introduces both teams as you snap a few shots, moving around the sidelines, careful to avoid any flying balls or players.

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An hour and a half later, the game is over, with the HYBE U soccer team securing the win, and you and Beomgyu securing some great pictures.

The two of you make your way over to the team once again, with Beomgyu excitedly showing Yeonjun the pictures he got. You stand awkwardly a few paces behind him, waiting for him to be done so you can head out.

You're lost in thought when you hear your name, looking up to see Jake standing in front of you, somehow still looking good after playing an entire soccer game.

"Y/N, the team, and Beomgyu are gonna go to dinner later to celebrate, wanna come with?"

You look at Beomgyu, who's now facing you and giving you a thumbs up and a wink, "Yeah sure! sounds like fun, we'll probably have to drop off the camera equipment though."

Jake smiles at this, excited that you accepted his invitation, "No, yeah, that's totally fine! The guys and I are gonna hit the showers and stuff, so it'll be a while anyway."

"Alright then, I can give you my number so you can text me when you're ready to meet up?" You smile shyly, hoping he won't think too hard about the fact that Beomgyu definitely has a way to contact the team.

"Really? I mean, yeah that'd be good." He laughs and pulls out his phone, handing it to you so you can type in your number.

You type it in and enter your name, adding a few emojis before handing the phone back to him.

"I'll see you later then." You excuse yourself and head over to Beomgyu, internally dying at the fact that you'd just given him your phone number.

As the pair exits the stadium, Jake looks at your contact and feels his face grow warm. You'd given him your number and added emojis to your contact.

This feeling of warmth grows even more as Sunghoon grabs his phone, looking at the contact, exclaiming, "Dude she wants you so bad!"

His phone is then passed around the team, your contact glaring brightly on his phone. 𝜗𝜚

Y/N ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა♡

𝜗𝜚 author's note - first written chapter EVER so it's kinda shitty but i hope it's acceptable! lmk if you liked the chapter and please please please tell me if you have any tips or constructive criticism!

𝜗𝜚 taglist - @dreamiestay @haechansbbg @n1k1mura

Me watching ya'll tag other members in a solo/individual fic or drabble scenario

HEESEUNG BEING SUPER GENTLE WITH HIS NEW KITTY HYBRID BECAUSE SHES NERVOUS AT HER NEW HOME omfg

cw: hybrid shifting, food mentioned, no smut

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The weather’s been getting colder as of late, especially at night. Cold enough to catch sight of your breath in the dark and wake up with your toes frozen numb.

“I should pick up some extra blankets.” Heeseung sighs, ruffling through his disheveled hair. It’s been a few months of living on his own now ever since tragedy struck his life.

None of this is ideal, but for now this abandoned warehouse is home, he may as well make the most of it. 

After his shift at the internet cafe, he’ll have to get off at the stop closest to the market before it gets too late. Hopefully some of the home supply vendors will still be open late at night. He can’t necessarily afford a heater yet, well, he could, but that would mean picking from his emergency funds. 

He’s made a pact with himself to not touch that money, not yet. Not until he figures out his next move. He’s too young to apply for an apartment, and not far enough from home to ensure his safety. Until he can at least identify the men he saw on that fateful night, squatting in this warehouse is his best and only option.

Luckily he managed to haggle down prices for a few blankets that should do the job well enough at least until the temperature drops even more. Still too expensive for the minimal budget he has, but ramen for dinner for the next month will make due fine. He still had a few cans of tuna that he can enjoy for the rest of the week with some instant rice packs. 

It’s dark and later than usual as he makes his way home from his usual train stop, just a few blocks off. The walk isn’t necessarily safe but with his hoodie pulled up and diligent avoidant eye contact he gets to the warehouse without much bother. Random homeless men and women scatter the streets shouting obscenities, but they leave him alone as long as he ignores them. And that’s all he can ask for, to be ignored in return. 

The old rusty chain he found to lock up the doors and keep his belongings safe jingle against metal, dented by the many times they’d been kicked open. It’s noisy, echoes through the night surrounding him clear as day in the empty alleyway he enters through. Nearly loud enough to miss a whimper carrying over from his right side, halting his movements to glimpse over his shoulder quickly. There’s not much to see around his unlit surroundings, a dumpster and some left behind construction equipment. 

“Hello?” He still bothers to ask, an uneasy chill riding up his spine as he peers around once more. It’s likely nothing, maybe a bird, or sewer rats passing by in hopes of finding leftover garbage food crumbs, or—

The smallest little meow that shifts his gaze lower toward his feet. A kitten, a tiny little ball of fur steps onto his beat up converse, the small paw too light to even add weight. 

“How did you end up here?” He asks, eyes lit up as he bends at his knees to get a better look at the little kitty that can’t be more than a couple of months old. “This is no place for you.” 

The kitten's fur sticks up when he gently cups around it, whining and incessantly meowing, shivering in his palms. “You must be freezing out here.” He frowns, hesitating to leave the tiny feline out here to survive on its own. It’s one thing for him to make it through the world’s harshness, but how can a little cat pull it off? 

“You hungry?” He smiles, pushing inside of the warehouse as he wraps the kitten up in his sweater, softly running a thumb between its ears. “Poor little thing, I hope you like tuna.”

Animals are so innocent, especially when they’re just born. Living only off instinct and what evolution has ingrained in their DNA, perhaps it shouldn’t be this amusing to watch the kitten devour through a can of tuna, but Heeseung can’t remember the last time he laughed this much. 

“You’re making a mess kitty.” He sighs, wiping tears from his eyes. “Too cute.” 

Tuna crumbs cover the kitten's chin, whiskers, sneezing away the bits off its nose. Softly stroking its ears, he wonders when was the last time the poor baby even ate. “Your owner must be worried sick..”

If you have an owner, he frowns, wondering if you got lost from your litter. Maybe this kitten was the runt, too weak to keep up with a stray cat mother after giving birth..

For tonight he’ll let you share his bed, even if it’s not much. The extra blankets are more perfect now than ever as he wraps the tiny baby up like a burrito. “Purrrrrito!” He giggles, booping the kitten's nose when it meows back at him. “Cat nap time.”

Tomorrow he’ll look for signs around, if you are lost, you can’t be too far from home..

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Peaches, peaches would be really good right now. For breakfast, maybe if he wakes up early enough to make it to a farmers market he can bargain for some peaches for less than a few dollars. And he can look around for some cat treats, a fake mouse, maybe a collar..

Cat toys for the kitten sleeping soundly by his side, he turns, yawning as his eyes begin to part open and eyes much too large to belong to a kitten stare back at him. “Ahhh!”

Jumping up, he clutches onto the blanket wrapped around his shoulders, panting and huffing heavily at the girl cowering into a tight ball on his bed. The same blanket he wrapped the kitten in last night bundled around her. “Wha—“

Fluffy ears point around in distress, tangled with unkempt hair. The same fluffy ears he fell asleep petting last night..

“A hybrid.” He mutters to himself, gulping and continuing to move back on his knees. “Oh my God.”

A kitten hybrid of all things abandoned out here?! Heeseung’s never heard of such a thing, especially not when it comes to felines. They’re reputedly known for living in luxury, only owned by the wealthy upper class of society. A cat hybrid living on the streets? 

“And I fed you cheap tuna!” He cringes, grabbing at tufts of his hair. He has to get up and go to work in a couple of hours, and now a damn kitten hybrid is nuzzling up to his side, rumbling purrs along his arm, wafting a light air of peachy sweetness around him.

Right.. hybrids have characteristic scents, he saw something about that in a documentary once or something.. 

“Uhh,” he laughs nervously, not feeling quite as easy as he had when you hadn’t shifted and he couldn’t differentiate whether you were male or female. “I should get you home.”

A small whine passes between your purrs, wrapping yourself up in the blanket more, bare shoulders peaking out. Sharp spindle-shaped feline eyes thin, indicating a face of displeasure. “Are you lost?”

He backs away nervously, continuing to fuss with his messy bed head of hair. Eyes shifting to any corner of the warehouse to avoid looking at you straight on, especially ignoring the frown forming on your face. 

Can hybrids speak? Of course they can.. the well educated famous ones on TV always play those overly-sexualized characters, and they speak a multitudes of languages.. 

“Meow?” Heeseung’s face contorts, internally beating himself up when you glare at him. Trying to communicate isn’t doing anything but leading him to embarrassment..

If he had his damn phone he could call hybrid control for help, maybe. Or at least google what the hell to do in a situation like this, someone on Reddit would know. Getting on a new phone plan is high on his to-do list, he’s just waiting for a few more paychecks to come in..

“Listen,” he straightens up too fast, holding his hands up, palms faced forward innocently when you jump back and return to your former spot. “I’m sorry— I’m not sure what to do. I’ve never met a hybrid before..”

Assuming you don’t speak, or at least do not want to speak to him, he nods, moving back and getting off of the mattress placed on the floor. “You probably want breakfast..” his tummy agrees, making a sound in response as if he asked himself. “I don’t have much..”

You seemed to enjoy the tuna last night though, maybe with some rice today would be better. He quickly heats it up and sets down a plate for you, motioning that he’ll be washing off in the bathroom which fortunately still had a working sink when he ended up here. Not the best for washing off but enough to at least scrub down..

He can’t actually take care of a hybrid, especially not a feline one, a female cat hybrid.. a young girl at that. He hasn’t even been able to get checked up himself or afford medications when he does fall ill, how is he going to take care of you?

“Oh,” he steps out of the small bathroom, work uniform on. Eyebrows raised as he takes in your figure half covered by the hoodie he had on last night. “That’s probably dirty..”

Your tail swishes, licking the plate of food clean that he left out. Hand lifted to your face lapping the pieces of tuna and rice that missed your lips.

“I have to head out to work now.” He mumbles, taking the empty plate to rinse off quickly. “Don’t know if you’ll still be here when I come back but..”

He nods, shyly waving goodbye on his way to the door. “It was nice to meet you.”

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Heeseung can’t get your face out of his head as he washes off plates and cleans off trays of trash. It’s a slow day at the cafe, allowing him time to get lost in his thoughts, visualizing your confused head tilt as he waved goodbye and continued to wonder(and hope) if you’d be there when he gets home tonight.

What is he supposed to do? He can’t throw you back out on the street. You came up to him for a reason, for warmth, food, comfort..

Spending $1.50 to use a computer during his lunch break doesn’t help clear his head much more. No missing reports for a kitten hybrid in his area. And stories owner’s share only draw a deep pit in his stomach as they tally up fee’s and the true cost of taking on ownership of a hybrid. 

There is just no way he can.. even if his parents were still alive, they’d likely pat his head and apologize because he can’t keep you.

He can’t keep you. 

Not with the minimum wage he makes and part-time hours he works, and once he gets acclimated back into a school system, it’d be impossible.

You won’t be at the warehouse waiting for him when he gets home though. No, you’ll have run off, maybe back to your true home. He’ll keep the memory close of his first hybrid run-in, maybe even think of your face whenever he passes a box of peaches.

But you are here, curled up on his bed, sharp feline eyes blinking open as he enters. His heart shouldn’t drop to his stomach when he sees your ears dart around from side to side on high-alert, but it does.

Because you stayed, and he can’t kick you out, he won’t.

“Kitty, I brought you something.” He says quietly, squatting down to your eye-level to open up his backpack. 

‘Hybrids enjoy stuffed toys of pet mice and catnip just as much as their animal side. Their instincts don’t stray far from that of your household pet simply because of their human-like appearance.’

$10 and $1.50 later, he emptied his pockets for the day silently hoping you would be waiting at this place he calls home. Passing a pet store he remembered on the long way home to buy a bag of toys and bells, strings to entertain you while he’s gone. Some treats intended for hybrids even though they were a few dollars more than the ones for your average pet. Reddit hadn’t been too much help as he scoured past all of the adult rated hybrid threads for actual caretaker experiences and expectations, but seeing you roll onto your back and slap a toy mouse back and forth between your hands may have made his day a million times better.

Maybe he could rework his budget and money saving goals to accommodate another mouth to feed and dress..

His own kitten hybrid to keep him company, someone to be happy to see him when he gets home. Someone to rely on him..

“You’re going to need a name, kitten.”

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for astra: park sunghoon

intro of for astra | spotify playlist

pairing: sunghoon x afab!reader word count: 5.8k

synopsis: sunghoon finds himself waking up and repeating the same day over and over again until he finally breaks the cycle and finds himself on a space station called ‘astra 1’. he soon learns he is one of the few who are still alive and that they aren’t alone…

genre: space!au, survival!au, neurologist!sunghoon, neurologist!reader, strangers to lovers, angst, smut.

warnings: swearing, blood, m*rder, guns go pew pew, other life forms, some science talk, unprotected sex, biting, hair pulling, sunghoon fucks reader against the wall, adding more as the story progresses, MINORS DNI!!! (these tags will be on every part even if they do not consist of said tag)

intro | part one | part two

a/n: tysm for 4.3k follows guys!!! i’m grateful more than words can describe. this means the world to me. so have this spacey thriller based off my favorite video game for the celebration 💜

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Sunghoon’s eyes fluttered open, wandering them to the glass sliding door leading out to his balcony. The morning sun shone brightly into his studio apartment. With a sigh, he pulled himself out of bed, dragging his feet across the floor towards the bathroom. Stretching out his arms and letting a small yawn leave his lips. 

He really didn’t want to go to work today. But nevertheless, he brushed his teeth and changed into his favorite pair of tan slacks and gray button-up shirt with lab-appropriate shoes then out the door he went, waving a hand and giving a smile to the apartment staff, “Good morning Mr. Park!” They smiled and waved back. 

Sunghoon took the elevator to the roof, where his private helicopter was waiting for him, the pilot giving him a nod as he climbed in, “Good to see you again, Mr. Park.” 

“Pleasure is all mine, like always.” Sunghoon teased. The pilot's laugh filled the copter and forced Sunghoon to smile even more. He really did have the best staff working for him. 

And soon enough, he was walking into his company building, pulling his ID badge from his pocket and sliding it across the counter to the guard, once his ID was confirmed he was well, him, he was sent through. 

“About time you showed up!” Heeseung teased with a tilt of his head, “What time did you wake up this morning?” 

Sunghoon rolled his eyes, “Do you forget who owns this company? I show up when I want to.” 

Heeseung patted his best friend's back, “Co-own. Don’t forget my half.” Sunghoon chuckled and shoved his friend, following at his side to the lab. 

“What tests are today?” he asked. 

“Let me think,” Heeseung checked his watch, “I think we can start with the drawings.”

Sunghoon groaned, “The damn drawings?!?” 

They turned the corner and walked into the lab. All the scientists and lab techs rushing around to prepare for today's tests, “They won’t take long, promise!” Heeseung crossed a finger over his heart in terms of his promise. With a sigh and eye roll, he stepped into the testing box. 

“Good morning, Dr. Park.” One of the scientists said, “We are starting with drawings, yes?” 

Heeseung slid to the scientist's side, giving Sunghoon a thumbs up. Oh man, if there weren’t a glass wall between him and Heeseung right now, “Correct,” Sunghoon said looking away from his best friend, “Send them in.” 

Sunghoon sat down at the desk in the middle of the room, a tablet sat in front of him. With a press of a button on the counter by one of the lab techs, the tablet screen went bright, showing the first drawing. 

Sunghoon raised a brow, “It’s two people facing away from each other.” 

Heeseung glanced at the computer on the counter, looking at the same image Sunghoon was. 

“Good, good. Next photo.” The scientist waved the lab tech to continue. 

Sunghoon slid back into his chair, glaring up at everyone on the other side of the glass, “These are fucking stupid.” 

The test they were running on him was the Rorschach Inkblot test. Ya know, the blobs of ink someone dumped on paper to show to psych patients and see how crazy they are. 

“Hoon,” Heeseung warned, “Please.” Heeseung was always the more level-headed one out of the two of them. 

Sunghoon pushed his tongue into the left side of his cheek, shooting his eyes back down to the tablet, “It’s a butter—“ His vision went blurry. A massive pain in his head throbbed and his ears rang. He shot to his feet, covering his ears with his hands, and let out a scream. 

“FUCKING DO SOMETHING!!!” Heeseung yelled at the scientist, “SHUT IT DOWN!!!” 

Once his vision went black, everything went silent. 

His eyes fluttered open, wandering them to the glass sliding door leading out to his balcony. The morning sun shone brightly into his studio apartment. With a sigh, he pulled himself out of bed, dragging his feet across the floor towards the bathroom. Stretching out his arms and letting a small yawn leave his lips. 

He really didn’t want to go to work today. 

Sunghoon stopped midway to the bathroom, slightly shaking his head. Something felt too…familiar. He shrugged his shoulders, deciding it was just another day. 

“I think we can start with the drawings today.” 

“The damn drawings?!?” 

Sunghoon dropped his head into his hands, stumbling back a few steps, Heeseung immediately at his side ready to keep him from tumbling over, “Hoon, you okay?” 

Sunghoon wasn’t sure how to answer that question. How does he tell his best friend he’s been getting a major case of deja vu today? So he shrugged him off, “It’s nothing. Just a small headache is all.” 

Heeseung placed his hands on his shoulders, “We can reschedule today for another if you’re feeling sick?” 

“Let’s just get the damn drawings over with.” he pushed past his friend. 

Sunghoon stared at the inkblot pictures in front of him then shot to his feet, covering his ears and screaming until everything went silent and black. 

His eyes fluttered open, and this time he didn’t look out onto his balcony. He stared straight up at the ceiling. His head was pounding. His heart was racing. But he got up anyway. 

He glanced around his studio apartment, looking like it always does. Neat and clean. Not a single spec of dust. His couch looks new. Like new new, hasn’t been sat on kinda new. 

As he made his way towards the bathroom, Sunghoon couldn’t shake the feeling that something was…well, wrong. His deja vu and the splitting headache wouldn’t stop. Sunghoon tried to wrap his mind around it as he reached for his toothbrush. 

“I think we can start with the drawings today.” 

Sunghoon blinked multiple times and shook his head, connecting his palm to the side of his face. 

What the hell is going on??

He sees the inkblot of the butterfly and he starts screaming, everything going black until he’s once again waking up and staring up at his ceiling except this time….

He remembers the events that just took place. Sunghoon quickly sits up in his bed, sweat dripping down his face as he takes in his apartment. It looks normal but more eerie. The air felt thick and the apartment complex sounded too quiet. He swallowed as he stood from his bed, slowly walking to the middle of the room. He listened for any sound possible, but only heard the quiet. Not even the sound of birds was present. Something was definitely wrong. 

That’s when his eyes landed on his kitchen countertop, a card sat there straight up, his name written on the front. It drew him in, calling for him. He took the white card between his fingers, flipped it open, and read the contents inside:

Sunghoon,  Meet me in your office as soon as you get up and get ready. We have a lot to discuss.  You’ll need to break the glass. 

Sunghoon scoffs and tosses the card back on the counter. What did this mean? Who sent this to him? But the more he lingered his eyes and thoughts on the card, the more questions he had and the more confused he was. With the events that happened yesterday(?) and now waking up to this card…all on top of his deja vu and headaches…He needed answers. Now. 

He quickly got ready and laced up his boots, checking the time on his watch, the helicopter that takes him to the company building would be leaving in ten minutes, he needed to get a move on. 

He counted each step it took to his front door, holding his breath as he reached for the door handle. Here goes nothing. The knob twisted and turned, pulling the door open slowly and his heart nearly ripped out his chest. 

The hallway was dark. One of the light fixtures was barely holding on by its cord, flickering and sending out sparks. 

His whole body shook as he took that first step out of his apartment, realizing there were no other doors on this floor besides the ones to the elevator. 

What is happening…

Sunghoon slowly walked into the hall, immediately clenching his fingers over his nose. Eyes searching up and down the hall for the source of the smell until he found it. 

One of the apartment workers on his floor was slumped against the wall, head hung low, and dried blood covering their entire body and staining the floor around them. Tools and other equipment are laid beside them. They’ve been dead for a while because of the looks and position of their body. “Good fucking god,” he pressed his back against the wall, forcing his eyes down to the other side of the hall, “What the fuck is going on?!” 

The office. His office. He needed to get to his office. With a deep breath, Sunghoon pushed himself off the wall and rushed down the hall, keeping his eyes straight ahead to not look at the decaying body as he moved past it, heading for the elevator and quickly tapping the button. He bounced his weight back and forth with his anxiety building up along with the questions running through his brain. He reached forward again and pressed the button once again, the realization sinking in that the elevator was not working. 

You’ll need to break the glass. 

Sunghoon turned back around, looking at the empty hallway with only his apartment door being the only door. What glass does he have to fucking break??

Then it hit him. The glass door to his balcony. 

He quickly rushed back to his apartment, the bright sunlight forcing him to squint his eyes until they adjusted but he didn’t stop moving, taking notice that he couldn’t see his reflection in the glass. Sunghoon tried to open the sliding glass door, only for it to be bolted shut…or…maybe…

Sunghoon placed his palms against the glass and pushed, but it didn’t budge. He furrowed his brows and traced the tip of his finger along it, could this be…??

He needed to break the glass. But if his suspicions are true…

The tools by the dead worker. They had a wrench. He rushed back out of the apartment and into the dark hallway, averting his eyes from the body and locking them onto the tools, and picking up the wrench from the floor, its metal cool against his skin. Once he found himself back in front of the glass, his heart raced. What was he about to find once he broke the glass? What was waiting for him? Heeseung. He could only hope his best friend was the one who left that note for him. It only made sense. 

So he swung the wrench, connecting it to the glass and watching it shatter, the sound of it breaking echoing in his ears. His eyes widened as he took in what was now in front of him, arm slowly resting back at his side and hand clenching the wrench tighter. He pressed forward, carefully stepping over the broken glass and into the new area before him. 

His suspicions were true. He was being watched. 

Two rows worth of computers, monitors, and cameras filled the room. Dry-erase boards that tracked every movement Sunghoon made sat in the corners of the room. Stacks of folders filled with records sat on almost every desk along with multiple broken coffee cups scattered amongst the floor. In the furthest part of the room were rows of shelves filled with food and water. The same exact food Sunghoon has in his cabinets. 

Sunghoon slowly turned around and faced his…apartment? Would that even be the correct term to call it? He wandered his eyes over the room he was held captive in, seeing that every inch of that wall along the glass door was see-through. It only proved his suspicions more. Not only was he being watched, the entire wall was a two-way mirror. 

Quick on his feet, he rushed to one of the desks, grabbing at the folders and flipping through the records, hands shaking at everything being revealed to him, “What the fuck…” Sunghoon was being used as a test subject. Forced to replay a specific part of his life over and over again as the experiment for over a year. Everything about his experiment was fixed. The time he woke up every day. The meals he ate. The time he left the apartment. The helicopter(which was just past the elevator and in fact just a simulation ride). The company building. It was all fucking fixed. This whole area he was currently standing in was a fucking stage and he was the performer. 

Squeezing the wrench, then pushed everything off the desk out of anger, frustration, and confusion. What the actual fuck was going on here? He needed to get to his office. And since this seemed to be the company building, he knew exactly where to go. 

Before a step could be taken, a mug rolled past his feet. It startled him, but he kicked it away anyway, chalking it up to be one of the items he pushed off the desk and walked towards the door assuming to be the exit. As he reached the door, the sound of the mug still moved, causing Sunghoon to whip his head around, seeing the mug finally halting in its place. There’s no way he kicked that mug that hard, did he? He didn’t have time for this and completely disregarded the stupid mug and opened the door, leaving his captive place and the weird mug behind. 

Only to step foot into the lab, the main source of his deja vu. He placed his other hand onto the wrench, slowly making his way further in. Bodies of the scientists and lab techs were on the floor, at their desks and stations, and leaned against the wall. Their bodies were different than the one in the stage hallway by his ‘apartment’. Their skin was completely pale, their faces looked hollowed in like someone vacuumed sealed their skin to their bones. Sunghoon didn’t know which was worse to see between the bodies here and the worker in the hall. He kept his eyes moving, wandering off to the testing box, seeing the tablet still sitting on the desk with the butterfly inkblot still pulled up. How hasn’t that thing died yet? 

His head pulsed just then looking at the inkblot. Body wincing and bringing him down to his knees, dropping the wrench at his side to cup the sides of his head with his hands. He bit down on his lips to keep from screaming, trying with all his might to keep his eyes open. 

Please don’t black out again. Please don’t black out again. 

A noise from across the room shook him from his daze and settled the pulsing of his head and blurred vision. He looked in the direction, swearing to god he saw something moving from behind one of the desks. 

“Hello?” He slowly brought himself back to his feet, squeezing the wrench in hand and ready to use it as a weapon, “Who else is in here?” there was silence, “Heeseung, I swear to god man if that’s you…” 

Except it wasn’t Heeseung that moved from beside the desk. It wasn’t even human. The thing was small, black, with four legs and dark veins that moved from his circular body down to all the legs. It moved fast, quickly jumping itself onto the nearest desk. Sunghoon took steps back, keeping his eyes locked onto whatever the hell that thing was. Watching as it moved itself from one desk to the other, making its way to him, jumping back to the floor, and morphing into a piece of paper that it landed beside. Without a second thought, Sunghoon rushed over, slamming the wrench down onto the monster, its appearance going back to normal and its four legs wrapping itself around the wrench and his wrists. On instinct, he lifted his arms up and quickly slammed them back down repeatedly, shoving the monster over and over again onto the floor until it stopped moving and its legs went limp, releasing his wrists. 

Sweat dripped down Sunghoon’s face as he squats down to inspect the thing, “What are you?” 

ₐₙd wₕₐₜ ₐᵣₑ yₒᵤ?

Sunghoon fell back on his ass, swinging the wrench once more against the monster until its black blood pooled onto the floor. 

“Oh, fuck,” He whispers, “Oh, what the fuck!” He scrambles to his feet and rushes away from the dead thing, nearly tripping over the dead bodies as he runs to what he was praying to be the exit. He just needed to get to his office. Then everything will be answered for him. 

But what Sunghoon was expecting to find, and what he did find, when the door swung open were two completely different things. His jaw dropped as he stared out the windows, arms limp at his sides as he walked to the nearest railing, “Holy fucking shit.” 

He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Blinking multiple times just for good measure to double-check he wasn’t dreaming. 

He was in space. He was in fucking space. Sunghoon looked over the railing, seeing what he was assuming to be the lobby of this…spacecraft? Space station? He goes with station after seeing banners and signs of the like with the name ‘Astra 1’ written on them. 

He swallows and decides to explore, walking down the steps to the first floor of the lobby. He couldn’t help but smirk as he took in the sights in front of him. He was in space?! What the fuck happened that lead him here? 

As much as Sunghoon wanted to explore the lobby in its entirety, he remembered the small alien(?) he just encountered. If there was one, there had to be more. Maybe even something worse than that small one lurked among this station. He needed to find his office and get the fuck off this station. Fast. 

Thankfully for him, purple signs that matched the station's color theme pointed him in the exact direction he needed to go. The offices were on the top floor of the lobby along with a few meeting rooms, a break room, and the trauma center. Sunghoon walked the three stories of stairs as fast as he could, finally reaching the top floor and noticing a turret sitting in the corner, pointing to the door of the trauma center. 

What could a turret be here for? Sunghoon looked at the door to the trauma center, seeing the keypad was green, probably meaning the door was unlocked. Curiosity got the best of him as he slowly walked to the door. What could this turret be watching for? All those questions were answered the minute the door caught his motion and slid open. The sound of the turret started up and Sunghoon quickly dropped to the floor and pushed himself backward. The alien he saw standing before him looked exactly like the small one, except more human-like. As tall as one, with two large dark purple eyes at the top of its head. Its skin was also black but shinier, almost electric-like; a current flowed through the outer layer of its skin. It stared back at Sunghoon, tilting its head. 

yₒᵤ’ᵣₑ ₐfᵣₐᵢd? wₕy?

The turret starts shooting out its bullets, the creature quickly rushing further into the trauma center for refuge and the door sliding closed. Sunghoon rushed back to his feet and over to the keypad, pressing his index finger against it, finding the lock icon, and pressing it repeatedly until the screen turned red. He waved a hand over the motion detector and let out a sigh of relief. 

yₒᵤ’ᵣₑ ₙₒₜ ₗᵢₖₑ ₜₕₑ ₒₜₕₑᵣₛ. wₕy ᵢₛ ₜₕₐₜ? yₒᵤ ₜₕᵢₙₖ?

Sunghoon looked through the small thin window of the door, seeing the dark purple slits looking back at him. The creature hunched over into a corner. Why can he hear these things speaking to him in his mind? What the fuck is going on in this damned space station?!

He turned quickly, marching past the turret and down the hall that led to the offices. The hall had three doors on each side that had two desks on either side of each of the rooms. One door sat at the end of the hallway. It was cased in purple steel with a golden outline of flowers. It was beautiful, truly. 

As he got closer to the door, just above the trim was a silver plate that read: Dr. Park Sunghoon. This was it. This is his office. 

The keypad was red to show it was locked. Sunghoon pressed the lock icon and two options popped up:

Enter passkey

Face ID

Sunghoon chose face ID, because what the fuck would the passkey even be? He clearly doesn’t have any memory of stepping foot into this space station, what made him think he’d know the passkey? 

The screen changed into a camera, showing him his reflection. A white bar moved up and down, and side to side across the screen to scan his features. It lit up green, and the door to the—his—office opened. 

With a deep breath, he walked inside. The lights seemed to be motion-censored as they lit up the office with just the few steps he took inside. This office was HUGE. To his left, he had a view of the Astra 1 lobby and the infinite space. In front of him was a locker with another passkey he didn’t know. To his right sat his desk at the far side of the room with a workbench off to the side and a kitchen on the other. 

He slowly walked over to his desk, tracing his fingers across the smooth surface as he rounded the corner of it. Sat on top of the desk were two monitors with the logo of his company slowly spinning in a circle and three picture frames. One with him and Heeseung as children, the other with them the day they created this company, and the last one is a photo of him, his younger sister, and his parents at one of his last figure skating competitions. Sunghoon smiled at these photos, fondly remembering them. But his smile soon faded at the realization he doesn’t remember anything else after a certain point. 

He sighs and shifts his head to the other side of the desk, seeing a fresh apple and another card. He picked up the card first. 

Sunghoon,  If you were able to make it here, unlock the computer and click accept on the operator screen which will be already loaded up. The passkey is 20201130. I know you must have a lot of questions, everything will be answered soon.  Please eat the apple as well. You more than likely haven’t been given proper nutrients. 

Sunghoon didn’t realize how hungry he was until reading the card. Quickly tossed the paper down and grasped at the apple and sinking his teeth into the fruit. He dropped himself into the chair and leaned back as he chewed. How long has he gone without actually eating? 

Once he finished the apple and tossed the remains in the trash can under the desk, he got to work with the passkey, typing it in and watching as both screens unlocked. Just like the card said, a window was already open to accept the operator. He clicked accept instantly. 

Curtains came down the windows and the lights dimmed. One monitor shut off, and the other loaded up a video. 

“Hello, Sunghoon.”

His heart stopped. The video was…of himself. And a small white ball floated beside his head…an AI, he assumed. 

“You probably have a lot of questions,” he said, holding his hands together and leaning forward in the chair he was sitting on. The room he was in was a bit dark and looked to be in the corner of the lab downstairs, “For starters, I want to apologize on behalf of the things they will do to you,” he looked to the floor, licking at the corner of his lips, “I hacked into our companies system and saw the things they are planning for you, for us.” The white ball floated to the other side of his head, “How rude of me,” he chuckled, “This is November, Nov for short. He is…exceptional. He is us of course. We created him with the help of our technology and the neuroscience department. With the help of…” he looked down at his hands and twisted a ring around his middle finger, forcing Sunghoon to look down at his own hands and seeing that ring wrapped around his middle, when did that get there? “We were able to implant pieces of our psyche into these wonderful robots. We are the only one who successfully implanted our psyche into these things,” he gently tapped his index finger to the small bot, it turned to face him, obviously giving an attitude, “Hee was pissed we figured it out first,” Sunghoon smiled and looked down at the floor away from the monitors, missing his best friend and wondering where on earth he could be in this station. The video continued, “I’ll get to the point since I’ve messed around enough,” he leaned back into the chair, squeezing at his thighs, “The Typhon—the life forms we found while exploring space—I’m sure you’ve encountered them. If my predictions are correct then you undoubtedly encountered a few types. Or your memories returned and you’ll remember everything and I made this video as a safeguard for nothing,” he shrugged, “But I doubt it would be the case, unfortunately.” There was another voice shouting off in the distance. He stood to his feet and walked closer to the camera, worried filled his face, “My worst fear has happened,” he placed both hands on the side of the camera and swallowed, “I’ll leave instructions with Nov to explain the rest,” he glanced away from the camera, tucking his lip between his teeth, “Godspeed, Sunghoon. Good luck.” Then the video ended. 

The curtains drew up and the lights came back on. What the fuck was that? The sound of a panel opening somewhere in the office jolted Sunghoon to his feet, the small white robot flew into the room, turning and looking at Sunghoon. 

“Hello again, CEO Dr.Park,” Sunghoon carefully walked around his desk, meeting Nov halfway, “Have your memories returned?” It shocked Sunghoon on how alike his voice sounded coming from the bot. 

He shook his head, “No.” 

Nov tilted to the side, “What is the last thing you remember?” 

Sunghoon shrugged, looking away from the ball, “That I was reliving the same day repeatedly, taking the inkblot test. Seeing the same image and everything going black until I finally somehow stopped the loop. I have no memory of this station or even stepping foot in it.”

Nov hummed, “It’s because you stopped taking the medication they were forcing you to use, to keep you in that loop.”

They were drugging him? “Explain to me what is happening!” 

“CEO Dr. Lee and yourself, built Astra 1 after the discovery of the Typhon,” Heeseung and himself…discovered these aliens on this station? “They are smart creatures, and hold the key, secrets, and abilities for the mission you and Dr. Lee aimed for.” 

To reach beyond the depths of our psyche and grant gifts to those who have none, to heal the less fortunate, and discover ways to extend our lives by transferring our psyche. They did it. Nov and the video Sunghoon was shown is the living proof of that. He couldn’t believe it, “How did we discover these aliens?” 

“After Astra 1 was finished being built, Dr. Lee, yourself, and multiple others came up here to take a look before officially opening the station. The Typhon snuck their way into the station somehow. You and Dr. Lee found the mimics in the kitchen down in the crew quarters. One moment there was one mug on the table, a second later there were two.” 

Sunghoon chuckled, thinking back to the small creature he encountered in the lab, “Mimics, perfect name for them.” 

“Dr. Lee named that one.” 

“Of course he did,” Sunghoon bit his lip, “Where is he?” 

Nov tilted to the other side, “The whereabouts of Dr. Lee Heeseung are unknown. His tracking bracelet was disabled after the outbreak.” 

Sunghoon froze, “The outbreak?” 

“Yes. The Typhon are smart creatures, they played a coup and waited for the perfect opportunity to break out.” 

Sunghoon scoffed, “That’s what happened in the video I was shown wasn’t it? The outbreak was happening.” 

Nov hummed, “Indeed it was.” 

Sunghoon gripped the side of the desk, “What happened to me?” 

“After the discovery of the typhon and their abilities, as the video stated, you with the help of another doctor, successfully found a way to transfer over the psyche and created the neuromods to help with the transfer. Then the trials of using the neuromods on the typhon commenced. Once the trials were successful, it was time to take the psyche of the Typhon and plant them into humans. You being the primary test subject.” 

Sunghoon clenched his fist, anger boiling up within him. He was fucking used as the primary test subject? HIM?! The fucking CEO of this goddamn company was used as the test subject?!

“I didn’t spend years of my life getting my doctorate in neuroscience just to become a damn fucking test subject!” Sunghoon snapped, locking his jaw tightly. 

“That’s the thing, Dr. Park,” Nov moved closer to him, “You volunteered for it.” 

His heart stopped. He did this…to himself?

“But you had no idea what the other scientists had planned, at least not at first. You were injected with the Typhon neuromods and took tests every single day to see how their abilities were working. It went perfectly until your mood started to change. That’s when they started wiping your memory. They stripped the Typhon psyche from your brain and restarted the trails.” 

Sunghoon nearly fell to the floor, a piece of memory coming back to him of seeing Heeseung on the other side of the glass, screaming at the scientists each time over and over again to shut everything down, “Heeseung was a part of this too…He put me through this, he let me do this?!” 

Nov fell silent for a couple of moments, “Dr. Lee tried to talk you out of it. Once the results were good, he no longer tried fighting you, until your mood changed and the other scientists took over the project. Dr. Lee had no control after that and had to play into their games, same as you.” 

Sunghoon shook his head, “How has he completely just gone missing?! I just saw him yesterday for the tests!” 

Nov shook as if saying no, “Dr. Park, the last trial you went through was almost three months ago,” Sunghoon stared at the floor with wide eyes, “The outbreak was contained a bit, but your trials continued. You eventually caught along to the trials and hacked into the station's mainframe and discovered everything they’ve done to you and what they plan to do to you. Not just you, but also the Typhon. You had plans to shut the project down but were caught in the process. The last memory you have was right after that final trial and before you were caught.” 

His headache formed once again, dropping his head into his palm and gripping the desk tighter. It all made sense. Every ounce of it made sense. He needed to get off this ship. To find Heeseung and get off Astra 1 and report what has happened here to the police. 

“I need to get out of here,” he said quickly, looking back at Nov, “You said Heeseung had a tracking bracelet, and I’m assuming the whole crew had one. Is there a way to turn it back on and find him?” 

Nov went silent again, moving to look at the floor, then back up at Sunghoon, “There’s a list of the entire crew's bracelets and their locations, but after the outbreak, only one person was given access to the locations. Which brings me to the next piece of information you told me to tell you.” 

Sunghoon nodded, waiting for Nov to continue.

“You need to destroy Astra 1 and all the information here along with the Typhon.” 

He froze once again, “What about the survivors here? There have to be survivors on this station! Innocent people!” 

Nov went silent then floated even closer to Sunghoon, “There are escape pods just below of the bridge, use those to escape with the survivors along with yourself after setting the station to explode.” 

Sunghoon sighed with relief. This was good. It gave him time to search for Heeseung. 

“You’ll only have ten minutes after setting the station to explode to get back to the bridge and escape. You’ll need to move fast.” 

The locker slowly swung open, “I went ahead and unlocked the locker for you. In there, you’ll find your space suit to protect you not just from the damages of the station, but also the Typhon that is lurking around. A shotgun is also provided.” 

Sunghoon walked to the locker. A red suit hung inside with the shotgun sitting on a shelf above up. He took the suit in his hands, inspecting it. Dr. Park Sunghoon was written on the name tag attached to the chest. He wasted no time pulling the fabric onto his body and zipping it up. God, past him really thought everything through with this outbreak. Too bad he doesn’t remember a damn thing about it. 

“The suit has an auto function for the helmet,” Nov said, “For example, if you encounter a typhon or radiation, the helmet will automatically equip.” 

Sunghoon raised his eyebrows, impressed, “Who designed that feature?” 

“Why, you did, Dr. Park.” 

Of course, I did.

Sunghoon grabbed the shotgun and the box of bullets sitting beside it, working fast to load up the gun. 

He was officially ready to find Heeseung and blow this motherfucker into pieces. 

“You said one person was given access to the entire list of the bracelets,” Sunghoon shifted his weight to the side, “Who is this person?” 

“You’ll need to find Dr. YN/LN. She has the list.” 

Sunghoon glanced up at Nov, “And where do I find Dr. YN?”

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chapter seven. is this rizz?

𝜗𝜚 author's note - a quick chapter bc i want them to hang out alone already!!

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Friendly Collaboration Pt.5

Paring: hokeyplayer!sunghoon × onlyfan!reader

Genre: social media!au; academical rivals; smut

Worming: only fans use; smut (mdni please); swearing; probably grammar mistakes (not English speaker/dyslexic)

Synopsis: Sunghoon get obsessed with a only fan creator he casually find on a stressed day and he truly believes he is in love with her even if he never see her face. He doesn't know that behind the screen is his university rival and he doesn't know what kind of deal they'll make

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