Skz Members - Brats Or Brat Tamers? Little Of Both? Neither/not Their Thing? What's Their Brat Style?

Skz members - brats or brat tamers? Little of both? Neither/not their thing? What's their brat style? How do they 'handle' their brats? (May be self indulging in my Chan brat tamer delulu. You're free to agree or disagree lol)

I’m writing this while at work so don’t expect too much pls lol

skz + brat or brat tamer?

Chris - Brat Tamer but soft, coos and shakes his head in disapproval at your behavior. Coaxes you into behaving. “I’m not mad I’m just disappointed” attitude.

Minho - Brat Tamer but hard, will absolutely spank you and slap you right across the face when you’re being real bad. Has a paddle. And a - flogger? The whip thing.

Changbin - Brat Tamer but soft, has a thing for grabbing you and tossing you around when you’re not behaving. Grabs your ankle when you try to crawl away, dragging you back to his hips.

Hyunjin - Brat Tamer but somewhere between soft and hard. Makes you behave by grabbing your jaw and making you hold eye contact as he tells you to knock it off.

Jisung - Not a brat tamer when dominant, not a brat when submissive. Behaves himself. <3

Felix - Brat Tamer but soft. Giggles when you misbehave but finds ways to get you to listen to him, like fucking into you a little harder until you’re crying.

Seungmin - Brat Tamer (hard) with you, Brat with the other members. Will absolutely shove your face down into the sheets and make you gasp for air because you can’t talk back if you’re unable to breathe, right? But a brat if he’s messing around with other members - especially Changbin and Minho.

Jeongin - Brat Tamer but hard, the type to get frustrated and tie you up or handcuff you to the bed so you can just lay there and cry about it. Sadistic™️.

Omgg may you know how Minho has quick reflexes, I just keep thinking about how quick he’d act if a lil accident were to happen in the bedroom. maybe catching a lamp before it can fall over because of how hard hes fucking you😫😫😫 but he wouldn’t stop or anything, he’ll just keep on going ughhh

orrr you almost hitting your head on the headboard but him putting his hand over quickkk before anything can happen IDKKKK

NO THIS IS SO FUCKING SEXY TO ME HOLY SHIT

because I'm convinced that Minho would be so dead serious about consent and plannind scenes and figuring out what you like and don't like that you guys can actually fuck so hard and it's the sexiest thing in the world. like the limits are so thoroughly discussed that he knows he can absolutely go to town on you and you will love it

also, what if he's fucking you half across the bed and you actually nearly fall off but he just catches you and hauls you back up, grumbles out a "you're not going anywhere" before he pushes back in I'm askdjhaksjdhakjhdk

skz + tongue

pairing: skz ot8 (separately) x reader genre: pure filth, sorry lol summary: how skz would perform (? that sounds so fancy hehe) oral warnings: afab!reader bc pussy is great a/n: putting this out as a soft apology for being so behind on requests for a while. hoping to get out more diverse content within the following days, it's just been a busy week.

chris: the slow and romantic type. the type where there's little to no sound coming from his mouth other than the little wet click here and there from him kissing over your clit or pulling away to breathe. slow licks, flat tongue. the type to do his research and study your own reactions so he knows exactly what to do to ruin you but will absolutely take his time every single time you let him have the pleasure of going down on you.

minho: messyracha 1/3. the type to be so kind about it. he knows it's a privilege to go down on a woman so he's very generous, letting you relax and lay back while he does all the work with his mouth. is pretty messy about it though? lets his spit drip down your cunt and make a puddle on the sheets, soaking in to be evidence later and show the amount of effort he puts into pleasuring you.

changbin: the type that lets you sit on his face. prefers it, actually. the type to still do all the work even though you're on top, eager to run his tongue through your folds and up into your entrance. the type to fuck you with his tongue and take small breaks here and there so he can wrap plump and swollen lips around your clit to give it attention, too. the type to know that he needs to give your entire pussy his undivided attention.

hyunjin: the type to hold you down - or up. the type to wrap his arms around your hips and lower back, fingers digging into your thighs as he holds your pussy to his mouth. the loud one of the group, groaning every time you moan because he knows it'll give you a nice little vibration to ride when you rock your hips. its short lived, however - the type to sit up and pull your lower half with him, leaving your shoulders on the mattress while he breathes heavy and continues eating you out while you cry.

jisung: messyracha 2/3. the type to get real messy with it in his own desperation to make you come. his favorite part of eating you out is tasting you afterwards and then kissing you so you can taste it as well - it's like a reward to him. eager to please, he'll drag just the tip of his tongue through your folds and over your clit over and over, knowing it's just enough to keep you teetering on the edge.

felix: messyracha 3/3. the type to do it wherever you want to. you mention it over text during dinner with the guys? he'll meet you in the bathroom. backstage after he performs? get on the dressing room couch. the type to prefer it when you're standing/leaning against something and he's on his knees for you, feels it's only fair with how you get on your knees for him. loves when it gets really messy with spit. the type to mostly pay attention to your clit and when he figures out you're close, shoves his tongue into your entrance as deep as he can and lets the spit just pour down his chin and onto his jeans.

seungmin: the type to bury himself in your pussy. the type to breathe you in when he's down there, unable to keep himself from doing it. drinks in your taste and is there to get the most out of you, running his tongue through your folds and denying you of any attention to your clit. just because he likes to be a little mean like that. he'll get there eventually though, when he knows you're close. uses his thumbs to spread you open for him. he wants it all.

jeongin: the type to have not a clue what he's doing but do it anyway and pretend he does - and absolutely fucking owns it. the type to watch so many videos about what to do but is still somehow clueless. the type to learn through your reactions what you like best. the type to flick his tongue back and forth over your clit to get you weak, relentless and almost mean about it. he means well, though.

This chapter was so good 🥹 I can’t wait for next week!!

All Bark and No Bite- 16

Masterlist /Series masterlist

Chan x reader (y/n) x ot8

ABO!Nonidol!SKZ Alternate Universe

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Chapter warnings: Fem/Afab reader, kinda smut, kissing, bathing together, cursing, crying, pet names, fluff. Really not much for this chapter but lemme know if i missed anything important.

WC: 6.2k

Not gonna lie, this is kind of a filler chapter. But I hope yall enjoy nonetheless :)

The rumbling that escaped out of Jeongins chest as he pumped you full would have been off putting to anyone around. They would have found the emittance to be dangerous- vicious almost- and possessive, with how deep and gravely the growl was as he bit into the tender flesh of your shoulder for the second time today. Having spent nearly three days with the young Alpha you knew well enough by now that he was nearing control over himself once again as he finished inside of you, the growl more of a warning he had cum. 

He let your used and bruised body slump into the sheet below you, your arms acting as a pillow under your head. Jeongin draped himself over you, pressing you further into the bed. His knot was still locked tightly inside of you and with each movement from him it rubbed against the sore walls of your core. 

The alpha laid wet kisses along your spine after he licked away the blood from his final claim on you. In total over his rut he had bitten into you eight times, in varying places all over your body. You could imagine you looked like you were mauled by a wild animal, though that wouldn’t be far from the reality. 

“I think it’s finally over, baby.” Jeongin breathed into your ear from above. He had a lightness in his voice you hadn’t heard since before his rut started. “I feel the effects lifting from me as if I can breathe again.”

“M’ so glad, Innie.” You murmured, the pure exhaustion you felt was coming through you clearly. “Now you can be comfortable again.” 

He cooed at you, “Oh omega, you sweet baby. I’m more happy for you. You have been so so good to me the last few days, taking everything I gave you with no complaints, letting me take whatever I needed from your precious body.”  He nuzzled into your neck and hair as he felt his knot begin to deflate. You both grunted as he slowly pulled out of you. His copious amount of cum was seeping out of you and onto the already soiled bed. With how much cum, blood, and sweat was covering it Jeongin knew it would be better to just toss it out at this point. “I can’t express how much it means to me- how much you mean to me. You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and to our family.” 

You knew it was his post nut clarity that was making him sappy, but you couldn’t stop the sniffles that left you. “Innie… I feel the same way about you and everyone in this pack. You’re my family now and I love you guys.” You strained your neck over to kiss him and he returned the gesture. 

“Even Minho?” He teased, giggling when you rolled your eyes. 

“Hmpf.” You felt your cheeks heat, “Yes, even Minho” You threw a finger at his face menacingly “But don’t you dare say anything!” 

He laughed harder and pulled you closer, kissing your nose. “My lips are sealed. Buuuut, I’m not so sure about the gremlin who's listening outside the door as we speak.” He raised his voice slightly for the last part of his sentence . “You’re not slick, you Pabo! I could smell you from down the hall!”

Your mouth was agape when you heard a shriek- that sounded suspiciously like Jisung- coming from the other side of the door and then the scuff of scurrying feet. “I didn’t even know he was there!” 

Jeongin hauled himself off the bed with a hearty laugh, “He’s been doing that since day one. He comes around periodically, most likely to check on you to make sure I hadn’t eaten you alive. The whole pack does it. You seriously couldn’t tell?” 

You shook your head as you slowly arose from your laid position, wincing when you felt the throb between your legs. “Uh uh, I didn’t notice at all.” 

“I guess I did have you a little… preoccupied.” He had a smirk on his face as if he was proud of himself. “My senses were in overdrive so it made it easier to smell and hear them. My alpha instincts were on a constant high alert.” 

You nodded, “That makes sense. I felt similarly when I was in heat.” You could still feel the pooling liquid seeping out of you, the now coolness of it was making you grimace. “Since your rut is ending, do you think we could please go take a bath? The last few rounds have left me kinda.. Sticky.” 

“Oh yeah!” He slipped off the bed and found a pair of shorts somewhere amongst the wreckage of his room. He put them on and returned back to your side. “Come on, baby. Lemme carry you.” You lifted your weak arms up to him as he bent to scoop you into his hold and you wrapped them around his neck. 

He walked out of his room freely for the first time in a few days. All the other times you had to make sure the coast was clear and that no other pack members were on the same floor. Innies possessiveness and alpha aggression when he was in a rut was on another level so the young alpha generally tried to avoid leaving the room during that time anyways. Thankfully it was not the same for you. During his moments of rest and clarity you had been able to exit the room for bathroom breaks and food. The pack members always greeted you with gentle kisses as they assessed you and you had to assure them you were ok. Innie was particularly rough in his fucking of you after you came back, though; the scent of the other boys on your skin driving him crazy. 

“Wait! Should I put something on? I’m still naked..” You trailed off, biting your lip. 

Jeongin chuckled, “It’s nothing most of them haven’t seen before at this point, baby. Plus we’ll get you some clean pjs after you're all cleaned up.” 

Jeongin carried you into the bathroom and set you on the counter while he went to start heating the water and filling the tub. You watched as he found a few different bottles of bubble bath, and giggled quietly when he opened each one and smelled it before he decided on one he deemed acceptable.

While the tub filled you turned to look at yourself in the mirror. You hadn’t seen your reflection since this morning so you were anticipating seeing the new marks that had been left. You gasped lightly when your eyes found all the dark marks and bites left on your body. Innie really did a number on you, he was unable to control many of his urges when it came to claiming your body. You poked and prodded at a particularly deep bite wound on the side of your left breast. 

‘That's gonna be sore for weeks.’ You thought as you poked. 

“I think that one is my favorite.” Jeongins voice startled you as he rested his head on your shoulder, looking into your eyes through the glass. He had a cheekiness in his tone. “Was my favorite place to bite you. So soft and tender.” He sighed wistfully, as if remembering the moment. 

“Yeah, tender enough that it’s going to take forever to heal.” You huffed, narrowing your eyes at him. 

He snorted, pulling back. “You’re one to talk. Look at this monster you gave me!” He tilted his head to show you his neck that he had asked you to bite into the previous day. His skin was marred and dark red, showing just how deep your teeth had buried into his flesh. “Stings like a bitch now. But it’s ok, I kinda like it.” He grinned and gave you a clumsy wink.  

You laughed and shoved him playfully, “Ok mister masochist, help me into the tub please.” He obliged your request and hauled you into his arms once more before he lowered you into the heated water. Your head fell back with a deep sigh as you relaxed into the tub. He has chosen a lavender scented soap that was divine. Innie stepped in and settled himself directly behind you. He then leaned your back against his chest, letting you rest your head on his shoulder. “Mm this is nice.” 

He hummed in return, leaning over to grab a washcloth. He dipped the cloth into the water then pulled it up, giving it a squeeze to release the water inside. The alpha lovingly ran the cloth over your neck and shoulders, wiping away the remaining blood and saliva. Then once your top half was wiped clean he brought the cloth back down into the heated water, then gently to your core. Your breath hitched when he made contact with your folds. “Shhh baby, I know it hurts. Lemme clean you up, ok?” He whispered reassuringly in your ear. 

You let go of the breath you didn’t know you were holding, trying not to close your legs to keep him from touching you where you were most sensitive right now. He continued his slow and delicate ministrations while peppering kisses on your cheeks every time you let out a pained whimper. Eventually he finished his task, throwing the cloth onto the edge of the tub. Then he just let you rest in the still hot water.  

Sitting there in the tub was peaceful. Neither of you were talking anymore given how the fatigue was catching up to you both. It was nearing nightfall already, you could tell it was late evening by the setting sun casting in the small window. The lavender fragrance of the bath soap combined with the heat of the water was easing the tension in both of you. 

“Ya know, I haven’t had a bath in years.” Innie's voice startled you lightly, just as your eyes were about to droop. He laughed quietly when you jumped. “Sorry, baby. Just reminiscing, don't mind me.”

“Why haven’t you had a bath in so long? Do you not like them?” You asked, keeping yourself awake now. 

“I’ve never been a huge fan of sitting in hot water. Maybe my blood just runs hot. I also think it’s kinda boring. Just doing nothing in a tub. But right now I can honestly say I’m loving being here with you. I’m feeling very relaxed, and happy that I get to be with you.” He had a blush on his cheeks. 

“Aww Innie. You really are such a sweet boy.” Your heart swelled and you beamed at him. “ We can take baths together anytime you want.” You leaned up to kiss his jaw. 

“I’ll be taking you up on that offer, don’t you worry.” He kissed you back. 

“Can I cash in that offer too, baby?” 

You both looked up at the door being cracked open just slightly and a pouty face appearing, looking at you with hopeful eyes. 

“Hyunjin, what the fuck are you doing in here? Get out!” Jeongin groaned, annoyed now by the new presence. 

“No! It’s not fair! You’ve hogged her for days! I missed my baby!” The beta whined, his pout growing even bigger. “Plus you left the door unlocked so really this is your fault.” 

Jeongin scoffed, “You still got to see her everyday, your stink was all over her every time she came back to my room. And what about me?! Didn’t you miss me?!” He pulled you closer to his body, making the water slosh off the side of the tub.

“Of course I missed you, Innie. We all did.” Hyunjin replied with an eye roll. “But I’m not mated with you now am I? No, I’m claimed by my baby and now it’s my turn with her.” He skulked closer into the bathroom and grabbed the towel that was left on the counter. “So give her here.” He looked at the alpha expectantly as he held out his arms for you. 

Jeongin grumbled a whine, “Hyunnng you’re being so mean to me.” Still, he scooted you forward slightly so Hyunjin could grab you. Jeongin gave you a final kiss, “ I love you, I’ll see you in a while, baby.” He whispered to you before he handed you over to the beta. 

“Love you Innie.” You replied then let Hyunjin pull you from the tub and into his arms, where he promptly wrapped you in the big fluffy towel and whisked you out of the bathroom. 

Once you were out of the bathroom Hyunjin nuzzled into you with a purr as he carried you to your room. “Mm I missed you so much baby.” 

You giggled, his hair tickling your neck. “Missed you too Jinnie.” 

He set you gently on your bed as he ran the towel over your form, being mindful of the fresh bites and bruises. He bristled when you winced, “Sorry, love. Innie sure did a number on you, huh?” 

You gave a weak chuckle, “Yeah, he got a little rowdy. He always apologized afterwards so I don’t mind.” 

Hyunjin went into your wardrobe after he wiped you down and pulled out some pjs for you. He helped you dress even when you insisted on being able to do it yourself. “I wanna take care of you, baby. Let me help you.” You couldn’t deny him when he pouted like that, batting his eyelashes at you. 

He had put you in a tank top and panties, then he turned away to get you out some pj pants. That small distraction was all that was needed for the peeping tom at the door to spring in. Hyunjin screamed in surprise as Jisung swung the door open with a lightning quickness and launched for where you were seated on your bed. You yelped a laugh when he scooped you into his embrace. “Ahh Jisung! What are you doing?!” 

“Hi baby.” He grinned as he stood up now with you in his arms. He smooched you on the lips.He gave Hyunjin a glance “Sorry, gotta blast!” Then he sprinted out of the room, holding you.

“No! Jisung you asshole, I was having my time with her!” Hyunjin screeched as he chased the younger beta. Jisung was running down the hall towards the stairs cackling loudly. You were holding on for dear life, a nervous grin on your face. “Stop! I’m serious! It’s not fair!” 

“It’s my turn now! You had yours, I missed her too!” 

“I had a whole 6 minutes with her!” 

“Sucks to suck!”  Jisung had gotten down the stairs and had barely made it around the corner when he ran into another figure. Jisung nearly fell backwards at the impact. He ended up backing up into Hyunjin who had been right on his tail. 

Amidst the whole debacle, it was Changbin who grabbed you from Jisungs falling form. Jisung had run into him when he was coming to see what the commotion was. “What a pleasant surprise.” The alpha grinned. “Nice to see you, baby.” 

You giggled, letting him take you. “Hi Binnie.” You wrapped your arms around his neck. 

“Changbin! Give her back, it's my turn.” Jisung whined like a child when he was able to set himself upright again. 

Hyunjin pushed him with a scoff, folding his arms. “You stole her from me, asshat. It’s my turn.” 

“Sucks to suck, right guys?” Changbin snickered, then turned and walked down the hall. 

“Boys I’m not a toy! There are no turns.” You protested from your place in Chanbins arms. Your pout was light; you couldn’t be mad at any of them for this game of toss around. You had missed them all so much, even though you saw them all briefly during the last few days. 

“Of course you're not a toy, baby. These young boys need to learn some manners when it comes to a beautiful woman.” Changbin threw a playfully dirty look behind him at the betas who trailed behind. 

“Are you gonna be the one to teach them, Binnie?” You teased, nuzzling into him. 

He flexed with you still in his hold, boasting of his strength. “Who better than a strong alpha like myself?” You laughed into his neck. “Take notes, boys.” 

Changbin carried you all the way through the house and out the back door onto the back patio. The outside string lights were on, illuminating the patio as the sun continued to fall further from view and the night settled in.  The grill was on and there were various plates of vegetables scattered around the table next to it. The air was hot and mildly humid. Summer was definitely here now.

 Leaning on the banister next to the grill was Chan and Minho. Chan's face lit up at the sight of you coming out the door. Minho couldn’t hide the twitch of his lips when he saw you, his delight peaking through. 

“There's my love. Was wondering when you would come down and join us.” Chan approached you and Changbin as the latter plopped down on the outdoor sofa with you in his lap. Chan cupped your cheek and leaned in close to you, rubbing noses with you. He gave you a gentle kiss with a smile. Changbin huffed in mild jealousy, pulling you even closer. “Oh come on Bin, our girl deserves all the love we can give. Why be stingy, hm?” Chan hummed with a laugh as he pulled back.

“Exactly!” Jisung came crashing down onto the furniture beside you on the right, grabbing onto your arm attempting to pull you away. “You read my mind, oh wonderful leader.” 

Hyunjin was the next to speak up. “ You literally stole her from me! If anyone is stingy it’s you Ji!” He stomped his foot petulantly before coming over and sitting on the left side and grabbing one of your legs.

All this tugging was starting to make your wounds hurt, so you tentatively and quietly tried to interject, “Umm guys, can you please be easy on m-”  

“Jinnie, you went and took her right from Jeongin! Don’t act all high and mighty, I see through that shit!” Jisung cut you off, seemingly unable to hear your timid voice. He pulled on your arm a little harder. 

Changbin squeezed you to keep you in his hold, making you wince. “ You guys are children.” He rolled his eyes. 

Hyunjin scoffed, his grip accidentally digging into one of your darker bruises. “ You’re one to talk, you ripped her right from Ji.” 

“I saved her from you idiots!” 

You felt your eyes start to water from the pain and from being ignored. You felt too timid to interrupt them again so you just took it. Though, you didn’t have too for long. 

A deep growl halted all the boys in their actions. All of you swiveled your eyes to Chan who still stood a few feet away, now with a menacing look on his face. His eyes were narrowed at the three boys who held you captive. “That is enough from you three. Can’t you see your fucking hurting her?” He stalked closer and reached down for you. 

Immediately they all let go of you. Changbin spoke up, “ I’m so sorry baby, we should have been gentler on you.” 

“Especially since you just got done with Innie. I forgot about your wounds baby I’m sorry. Hyunjin apologized sheepishly. 

Jisungs lip wobbled as tears welled up in his own eyes. “M sorry, please don’t hate me.” 

“It’s ok, I’m not mad. And I could never hate you, Ji.” You wiped your tears once Chan had you secured in his arms. He still had a pissed off crease to his brows. You brought your thumb up to smooth over his brows, smiling when he kissed your palm. He carried you to the picnic table they had set up, placing you down on the bench. He straddled the bench and had you lean against him. 

“Mm much better, huh omega?” He hummed, kissing your head and holding you close. 

“Yes alpha.” You relaxed against him. You could hear his heartbeat from where you rested. It was calming. “ I’m gettin tired, Channie.” 

He chuckled, “I would be surprised if you weren’t tired, my love. You have been kept very busy lately. You gotta stay up for a while though, dinner is almost ready. The pack has been excited to share a meal together as a whole again.” You nodded, trying to keep yourself awake. 

Looking around you noticed how much food had already been laid out. There was a pile of kabobs, fresh veggies and a plate with some chicken. You looked up as Minho brought another plate full of done food and set it on the table in front of you. 

He gave you a teasing smile, “Hi baby. Welcome back.” 

You couldn’t hide your grin, reaching a cautious hand out to him, unsure if he would grab it. “Hi Min. Glad to be back.” Thankfully, he did. He held on to your hand for a second, running his thumb along the skin of your knuckles. Then he brought those same knuckles up to his lips, placing a kiss there. It was so soft you almost didn’t feel it. It only lasted a moment though, before he let you go and returned back to the grill.  

You let your hand drop with a sigh. Sometimes you wondered where you stood with Minho. One moment it seemed like he hated you, the next it was like he cared for you. Almost as if you were lovers. The back and forth from him was giving you whiplash to say the least. Chan was behind you, running his lithe fingers along your exposed thighs. “Hey now, no more thinking for tonight. Just relax, omega. I got you, Alphas got you.” 

You nodded and were going to reply when you were distracted by the sliding door flinging open. Felix stepped out holding a plate, Seungmin was right behind him also holding a big plate. “Ok this is the last of it!” Felixs eyes found yours quickly and he shoved the plate he held at Minho, who cursed him out for almost dropping it. He scurried over to you quickly, kneeling down to be beside you. “Y/n, baby. Are you ok?” He looked deep into your eyes, pressing his forehead against yours. 

“Mhmm, I’m fine Felix. Just really sleepy.” You shrugged sleepily, giving him a kiss. 

Seungmin sat down in front of you with a snicker. “Oh I bet you're really exhausted after what Innie did to you, huh baby? If the sounds that came outta his room was any indication.” He deepened the pitch of his tone, “ ‘Oh omega I’m gonna ruin you, I’m gonna breed you and make you mine.’” He imitated the youngest pack member, adding in fake growls. 

“Seungmin!” You pushed him away as he laughed, “Don’t be vulgar.” 

He leaned in real close with a smirk, “I thought you liked it when I talked dirty to you, puppy.” 

You stuttered, turning your face away from all the boys. “Well… I- um..” You felt your face heat up as you tried to come up with a witty response but fell on none. “ Well you're a jerk so, blah.” 

You felt Chan laugh from behind you, clearly he was amused at your turmoil. “You’re so cute, omega. So feisty.” 

“Don’t you start making fun of me too!” You craned your neck back to see him biting his lip to hold back his chuckles. “You’re supposed to be on my side!” 

He held one hand up in defense, “ I am on your side, baby. But I also know he’s telling the truth, so why fight it.” 

You huffed, crossing your arms but wincing when you accidentally brushed against the deep bite on your breast. Felix was the one to notice your discomfort. “What’s wrong? Are you hurting?” 

You rubbed the spot that was sore, “It’s nothing, just a leftover battle wound from helping Innie.” 

Seungmin was still sat in front of you and he had zero hesitation before he reached for the bottom of your shirt and yanked it up to expose your chest to him. 

You gasped, trying to pull it back down, “Minnie! What the fuck?!” 

He smacked your hand away as he tried to locate the area that was bothering you. “Oh stop, we’ve seen you naked before there's no sense in being shy. Let me see what’s bothering you.” 

Chan soothed you by pumping out calming pheromones and rubbing your back. He wanted to see the damage himself anyways. 

You slowly felt yourself calm down, giving in to the boys around you and dropping your arms. “Thata girl.” Your alpha praised you with a kiss on the back of your head. You had calmed down so much in fact that you hadn’t even noticed your outburst has caused every member present to stare at the scene unfolding, each of them eyeing your now exposed breasts. Chan continued to pour praises and sweet words into your ears as the beta in front of you got to work inspecting.

Seungmin held your shirt up with one hand, while the other was prodding around at your fresh bites and marks. His gaze was searing into you in a scrutinizing way, as if he was meticulously counting each and every tooth mark and finger print that lingered on your body. He clicked his tongue when he saw just how deep some of these bites went, “Jesus, pup. You got fucked up didn’t you? Poor thing.” He had a sympathetic tone to his voice.

When his nails accidentally dug into the wound on your breast you winced and squirmed. Felix - who was still beside you- ran his hands comfortingly along your exposed thighs. “You’re ok, lovely.” He reassured you the best he could, but if he was being honest with himself; seeing you sitting here almost naked, just in your frilly pink panties, was making him drool. He risked a glance over at the other boys and could see the same thing for them. 

Jisung and Changbin both had their hands in their lap, as if trying to conceal their erections. Hyunjin had a proud smirk on his face (he had picked her panties out, afterall) as he bit his lip. The only one not ogling the omega was Minho, who had his back turned to the scene but Felix could see the tight grip the elder beta kept on the spatula. 

Chan and Seungmin had total concentration on your body, both looking you over for the particularly painful ones. Everyone was so invested in you that no one heard the door slide open again until the youngest alphas' voice startled them. 

“What the fuck are you guys doing?” Jeongin had stepped out to join the pack, his hair was still wet from the bath and he was barefoot. “Is this some kind of weird orgy?” 

Seungmin let your shirt fall back onto your torso with a scoff, “You wish, you sick pervert. We were examining all the marks you left on her.” 

Jeongin rubbed the back of his neck nervously, “Ha uhh yeah, I got a little carried away.” He came to your side, pushing Felix out of the way. The beta responded with a quick ‘Watch it, asshole!’ before he moved out of the way and went to sit at the table. Jeongin crouched down beside you and took your hand, “How are you feeling, baby? Still feelin sore?” 

You nodded, “Uh huh. ’m also really worn out. I need a nap.” 

Chan cooed at you from behind you, “My poor girl, you have to eat a full meal first. We gotta get you to heal up.” 

“Good thing it’s all ready now then.” Minho brought the last big platter of grilled meats and veggies to the table. He set a plate down in front of you and began to serve you your food first. He gave you a little of everything. “Here you go, be careful it's hot.” 

“Thank you Min.” You grinned appreciatively. He nodded in return, setting a lemonade down in front of you as well. 

“Come and get your food, ya filthy animals.” Minho called to the other pack mates who weren’t yet around the table. For that comment he received a few middle fingers (that he just laughed off evilly). 

After everyone was sat and served, it really dawned on you how much you enjoyed this life. The teasing and comradery was something that was still taking you some time to get used to, but it felt more like home each and everyday. While you ate Chan kept one arm around your back, keeping you close to him while he ate with the other hand. Seungmin was to your left, keeping his hand on your thigh under the table. Changbin was seated across from you playing footsie with you under the table. 

It seemed they all had their own ways of wanting to be close to you. The realization made a wide grin appear on your face. 

“What's got you so happy over there, sweet girl?” Felix brought you down out of your own little world. 

“Nothing,” You replied, crinkling your eyes at him. “Just thinking about how happy I am here with you all and how much I love you. ” 

The silence after your statement was deafening. There was a beat where no one said anything, and for a split second you felt your heart drop into your stomach. A creeping feeling of doubt began to wash over you, but it was quickly erased by the  loud chorus of “AWWWWW”s that flooded out of each boy. Suddenly you were swarmed by the pack, ending up in the middle of a huge pile of man. The sudden overwhelm of all their scents was beginning to make you dizzy. 

“You’re so cute, omega.” Chan had a cheekiness to his tone as he giggled in your ear from behind. 

You felt a wetness falling onto your chest, the drops seeping in through the shirt you wore. And then you heard the sniffles. “Ji… Please don’t cry. You’re gonna make me start crying.” You could already sense the tears welling up on your lash line, threatening to fall at any moment. 

“I can’t help it.” He wailed, burying himself into your shirt even further. “You make me- us- so happy, baby. Plus it’s not just me crying! Look at Lix and Hyun, they're crying too!” 

Now that he mentioned it you could faintly hear the little hiccups and sniffs from beside you. 

“Don't bring us up when you know we’re emotional, you dick head!” Hyunjin shrieked, pulling Jisung away so he could now hold you closer. 

“Alright guys, let’s get off of our baby. She’s still sore, ya know.” Chan was casual with his demand, being the first to pull back from you. 

“Yeah thanks to Jeongin.” Seungmin snickered and eyed the youngest Alpha. 

Jeongin cast his gaze down quickly, riddled with sudden nerves, then looked back at you with an apologetic crinkle of his eyes. “Sorry again, omega.” 

You reached your hand out to him to take, “Innie you don’t need to apologize to me anymore, or at all. I took care of you like a good omega does for her alpha. Plus, I had a lot of fun with you. You made me feel… really good.  ” You beamed at him to show you meant every word. 

He grabbed your hand, ignoring the hollering that erupted from the rest of the teasing pack. He sent you a wink before he leaned in to give you a peck on the lips. 

“Our little boy is a man now!” Changbin laughed loudly as he gave Innie a hard pat on the back. 

“Hyung, I’ve always been a man. At least more of a man than you.” Jeongin dodged the smack that was sent his way from Changbin, cackling with amusement at the elder alpha’s displeased huff. 

“You wish you were half as man as I am!” Changbin tried to puff out his chest to give a more dominant display, but all it did was make everyone laugh louder. 

“And you wish you were half the man that Channie Hyung is.” Felix added to the banter, looking to get a rise out of Bin. 

Changbins chest deflated as he pondered the statement. Then he shrugged in agreement, “Yeah pretty much.” 

“Ok ok, If we’re done eating we should clean this up. All this food left out will attract bugs.” Chan stood from his place, grabbing both his and your plates in his hands. He smooched your cheek as he stood, “sit tight love.” 

“I want to help!” You protested, eager to help the pack with even the simplest tasks. 

“You are helping. You’re sitting there looking pretty for us.” Minho patted your head as he passed you, carrying a large platter back into the house. 

You felt your cheeks heat up, turning away from him so he didn’t see the pleased look on your face. 

It was a few minutes later that the whole table was cleared and cleaned up. Chan came back for you and held out his arms for you. You lifted yours so he could grab you into his hold. “Let’s get you to bed, omega. I know how tired you must be especially now that you’d have a full meal.” 

Now that he mentions it you were starting to feel that fatigue from earlier. You covered your yawn with your hand, then nodded in agreement. “Yeah I think I’m ready for bed, Alpha.” 

He passed by the kitchen so you could say your good nights to the other boys. “Goodnight guys. I’ll see you in the morning.” You offered them a lazy smile. 

“Damn, is it that time already? I feel like I haven’t gotten to see you at all.” Jisung pouted, coming in to kiss you. 

“I know I’m sorry, ‘m just really tired.” You were starting to feel guilty about needing to sleep. ‘He’s right, they have barely seen me. Maybe I should just stay up for a while.’ 

There was a sudden twinge of sourness that was leaving your body, your contrition coming through clearly for all to smell.  

Jisung was speedy to backpedal his words, “No, it’s totally ok! You should definitely get your rest!” His boba eyes were wide and his hands were raised in a defensive way. “In fact,” He deepened his voice to act intimidating, “It is my command that you get some good rest, asap.” 

Chan snorted a laugh and there were a few scoffs and chuckles from the other boys. You had hid your smile behind your hand, you couldn’t help but feel amused at his phony display of dominance. “As you command, master.” 

Jisung visibly gulped at the name, but his reaction was nothing compared to the reaction Minho was having, the beta practically choking on his spit. He attempted to cover it up by pretending he accidentally ran into the counter when he received a side eye from Hyunjin. Minho's mind went racing at your comment, liking the way the title sounded on your lips. 

“Say goodnight to Baby, I’m taking her to bed now.” Chan brought you to each of them so they could all give you small kisses and wish you goodnight. Then he swiftly carried you up the stairs and to his bed. You will never get over how strong he is, carrying you like you weigh no more than a teddy bear.  

He set you down and covered you in the blankets. He then climbed in next to you and cradled you in his arms. You purred affectionately as you nuzzled into him. You felt instantly soothed at being back in his embrace, in the bed you share together. The alpha felt the exact same way. He was more than thrilled to have you back with him. One day he could handle, but the three days were borderline torturous. 

“Channie..” You whispered, your voice quiet as it cut through the silence within the darkness. 

“Mhm” He answered, his own eyes beginning to droop. He hadn’t slept much the last few nights, too anxious to get any real rest. 

“I love you.” 

“Mm, I love you more.” 

The both of you were out like a light.

Minho's mind has been stewing for a few days. Ever since he met Changbins new friend, Wooyoung, something hadn’t felt right. It felt like he was missing something. 

He remembers the encounter very clearly. The beta man had been friendly, almost too friendly. And very personable. He had answered each of Minhos questions, none of which seemed to raise any alarms. 

‘Where are you from?’ ‘Goyang, it’s a city up north.’ 

‘What brings you to town?’ ‘Here to help out my uncle.’ 

‘Whos your uncle?’ ‘Park Jin-young.’ 

‘Are you mated to an alpha?’ ‘Yes, his name is San. We've been mated for a few years.’ 

‘Where is he at?’ ‘He’s back at home, taking care of the cats.’

All of his answers seemed to check out. Though to Minho, the answers did seem a little too clean. There was just something that was off. Something he couldn’t quite place a finger on. He knew he would have to be diligent going forward. He didn’t want to say anything to anyone about it yet, in fear of being completely wrong. But he would hold this thought close to his chest. 

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bad day — 2min

pairing: kim seungmin x fem!reader x lee minho

tags: established relationship, polyamory, dom/sub dynamics, smut!!!🔞

warnings: swearing, throuple, mxm, oral (m receiving), hair pulling, dirty talk, angry!minnie (not at reader), an unhinged mess.

inspo: @tasteracha, the enabler™️

notes: ig my 2min throuple adventures start now. i should definitely be asleep but i’ve been possessed and this was created. i’m oh so sorry for this but i couldn’t sleep thinking about it.

{ wc: 2413 }

“ugh!”

slam.

you quickly paused the show you were watching to bring your attention towards the entrance of your home, watching a very agitated seungmin throwing his shoes by the door. minho silently toed his own shoes off, face neutral as he just stood behind seungmin, following his movements like a cautious animal trying to approach a stranger.

“i just don’t fucking understand why he has to be so difficult,” seungmin started ranting, walking over to the fridge. he took out a bottle of water, slamming the fridge door behind him before he angrily gulped down half the drink. then he huffed again.

“and what is he telling me all that for the second before we finish work? what am i supposed to do about it now?”

minho didn’t answer any of seungmin’s questions, having known him long enough to understand they were all rhetorical anyway. he didn’t need answers, or advice, or anything like that. he didn’t even really need minho to listen to him. he just needed to vent.

you knew that too, so you didn’t probe at the pair at all, just silently observed them from your spot on the floor.

“hey,” minho tried, taking a step closer to the younger boy, “i’ll make us something to eat and we can just forget about this.”

“i’m not hungry,” seungmin huffed, walking over to the couch and plopping down on it angrily.

minho followed him, sitting down on the other side of you—or where your back was leaning against the bottom of the couch.

“are you hungry, bunny?” minho asked you, rubbing your shoulder softly.

“not yet, i had lunch late,” you smiled softly.

minho nodded at your answer, leaning into the cushions as he countined to observe seungmin. he was biting at his lip, brows scrunched together in annoyance.

you turned around in your spot, leaning your knees against the bottom of the couch to face them. you brought your hand onto seungmin’s knee, rubbing it softly.

“wanna ta—“

“—no,” he said.

“welcome home hug then?” you offered, cautiously. seungmin wasn’t usually in such bad moods, and you knew to approach him delicately in this kind of state.

he looked at you, his bangs hiding his eyes slightly, and nodded. he reminded you of a wounded puppy, and so you almost jumped up from your seat to embrace him. instead, you slowly climbed into his lap, wrapping your arms around him as he buried his face in your chest. you placed your chin on his head, rubbing his back softly as you felt him sighing against your skin.

minho placed his hand on both your arms, speaking softly as he said, “i’ll talk to her tomorrow with you, we’ll sort it together.”

“thanks, hyung,” seungmin sighed, pulling away from your embrace.

you kept your arms around his shoulder, massaging his skin lightly.

seungmin ran his hands up and down your thighs, his expression telling you he was definitely still thinking about whatever it was that happened. his eyes weren’t focused on anything in particular.

“i’m so done with this fucking day,” he sighed again, letting his head fall back onto the cushions.

you looked over at minho, concern clear on your features. but it wasn’t present on his.

“we got you, minnie,” he said, shuffling closer on the couch until their thighs were touching. “we’re home now and the day is over.”

“yeah,” you agreed, kissing seungmin’s shoulder. “you’re home and we’re here with you.”

“do i say something cheesy like ‘nothing can bother me when i’m with you’?” he rolled his eyes, a small shadow of a smile playing on his lips.

“technically you just said it, so…” minho smirked.

“i hate you, hyung,” seungmin groaned.

“that’s not accurate,” he teased back.

you chuckled at them, unable to stop the obviously goofy smile you were wearing.

you wrapped your arms around seungmin’s middle, curling into his body as you rested your head on his chest. “i’m glad you two are home now.”

seungmin closed his eyes, still resting his head on the pillows, hand rubbing up and down your back.

“it is nice to be home after this shitty stupid day,” he mumbled.

“let’s order some food and watch something and you can forget about everything that happened,” you offered brightly, picking your head up from his chest to smile down at him. seungmin just shrugged before echoing that he wasn’t hungry.

you looked over at minho, eyebrows folded together—near defeat. he looked unfazed, as if he knew exactly how to calm seungmin down.

he smiled at you, confirming that thought.

“bunny, i think there’s another way we can help him relax and forget about his shitty stupid day,” minho said lowly, reaching for your hand and locking your fingers together.

you nodded, eager to do anything to get your boyfriend out of his foul mood.

minho kissed your knuckles softly before smiling and saying, “wanna get on your knees for us?”

you smirked, nodding happily before you climbed off seungmin’s lap and sat on your knees.

as soon as minho spoke, seungmin’s head flew up from the cushions, looking between the pair of you.

“i, it’s, it’s okay—“

“—shh,” minho soothed, running his hand down seungmin’s inner thigh, “i said we got you.”

you placed yourself between seungmin’s legs, shuffling closer when minho spread them apart to give you more space.

“wanna know what he said when we finished practice?” minho smirked at you, his hand moving higher and higher.

“hyung,” seungmin groaned, his neck flushing red.

“he kept making mistakes,” minho wanted to remind him, “but as soon as we were done he said when we got home he’d ruin your cunt. so i told him it wasn’t your fault he couldn’t remember the routine.”

you chuckled, grinning when you saw seungmin squirming in his seat. you both liked it when minho talked like this to either one of you—something about how casually he’d say such dirty things.

you slid your hands higher until they settled on seungmin’s crotch, feeling his cock hardening beneath your fingers. minho ran his hand over the belt, moving back and forth as he rested his head on seungmin’s shoulder.

“look at how pretty she is like that,” he said lowly, as if he didn’t want you to hear.

“so pretty,” seungmin sighed, brushing a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

“we’re gonna take such good care of you, minnie,” minho promised, slipping the belt out of the buckle. “would that be okay?”

“yeah, yes,” seungmin nodded, shifting around slightly to help minho push his pants down his thighs, letting you take over and push them past his knees.

you dragged your nails across his inner thigh, giggling when he whined.

“you ready, bunny?” minho smiled down at you, catching your chin between his fingers.

you nodded, grinning at him when he smiled proudly. “and you know kim seungmin hates mess, yeah?”

you nodded dutifully.

“so you’re gonna have to swallow everything he gives you, baby. can you do that for us?”

“yes, minho,” you replied, excitement fluttering your core.

“should we make a bit of a mess before you start,” minho looked over at seungmin, smirking, “just to piss him off?”

“you’re so annoying, min,” you chuckled, laughing as seungmin rolled his eyes.

you let minho pull you up onto your knees, grabbing your chin and kissing you messily. his tongue moved against yours roughly, purposely letting his spit gather down your lips, grabbing your hair and pulling on it unceremoniously. but you knew it was on purpose.

after a few minutes minho pulled away, smirking at what was clearly your messy demeanour, before nudging you closer to seungmin.

“all yours,” he smirked.

seungmin sucked his teeth before pulling you closer, smoothing down your hair and wiping the slick off your chin.

“beautiful,” he smiled when he was done, pecking your lips softly.

“she was beautiful before,” minho said, leaning his elbow on the cushion behind seungmin’s head.

“i know,” seungmin shrugged.

you shuffled closer until there was no more closer to go, placing your hands on seungmin’s thighs. minho’s fingers were moving up and down his boxers slowly, waiting for your small nod to tell him you were ready. when you were, they both pushed the fabric down, seungmin’s cock resting against his stomach. you felt your mouth water at the sight of him fully hard in front of you. he was definitely frustrated.

you looked at minho, following his lead as he grabbed seungmin’s cock and pumped it once then twice, before moving it to your lips. you let the tip rest against them for a few moments before you stuck out your tongue, smiling as seungmin sighed lightly.

“don’t be shy, baby,” minho encouraged, “we know you can take all of him straight away.”

“even when he’s so big?” you asked, eyes wide as you looked up at them.

“mhm,” he smiled, “you can take him.”

you slid the tip in your mouth, sucking around it slowly as you let more and more of him slip past your lips.

minho brought his spare hand into seungmin’s hair, playing with the locks softly as he encouraged both of you. reminded you how well you were doing.

“fuck, that feels good,” seungmin moaned, nuzzling closer into minho’s touch. “so good.”

“we’re gonna make sure minnie feels so much better, aren’t we, bunny?” minho asked, his voice so soft you let your eyes flutter closed.

you quickly hummed in affirmation, inhaling as seungmin moaned loudly in response. you could tell from the way his thighs were flexing that he was holding back, trying not to thrust up into your mouth.

“you know he likes it deeper,” minho reminded you, “do you think you can take it deeper for us?”

you hummed again, seungmin burying his face in minho’s shoulder as he moaned out louder. you breathed in through your nose, focusing on minho’s praises as you pushed more and more of him into your mouth.

“fuck,” seungmin whimpered, breathing deeply against minho’s neck. minho dragged his nails against seungmin’s scalp, letting him relax against his body.

“feels good, yeah? she’s so good at that, isn’t she?”

“so fucking good, hyung, fuck,” he moaned.

“want it faster?”

“yes, please, god,” seungmin whined.

minho’s other hand made its way into your hair, grabbing enough of it to use as leverage before he started moving your head up and down seungmin’s length.

“like that, baby?”

all seungmin could do was whine, telling you both to keep going.

you swallowed, trying your best to keep the spit and the mess to a minimum. but you knew seungmin was too far gone to actually care about any of that now.

“he’s close, bunny,” minho warned you, tugging your hair faster as he moved you shallowly up and down.

“so close, bubs, fuck, please,” he cried out.

you steadied your hands on his thighs, focusing on your breathing as you felt him twitching against your tongue.

seungmin grabbed minho’s arm, halting his movements as his orgasm crashed through him. loudly.

a few seconds later a warmness coated your mouth, thick and salty and familiar.

minho planted a few kisses on seungmin’s forehead, letting him come down from his high at his own pace. you rubbed small circles into his thigh as you swallowed everything down, your tongue and jaw feeling overworked.

minho grabbed your hand, squeezing it lightly, even with most of his focus on seungmin. you both looked at him, admiring the way his hair stuck to his forehead, the light flush in his cheeks, the blissful glow overtaking his skin.

after a few moments, seungmin opened his eyes and chuckled airily.

minho took that as a sign to turn the attention back to you, telling you to stick out your tongue for them.

when you did, minho smiled brightly. “such a good girl, you did so so well.”

“you were so good, bubs,” seungmin agreed, still catching his breath. “you too, hyung.”

minho nodded.

“come here,” he ordered, pulling your interlocked hands upwards and helping you regain your balance. you sat down on seungmin’s other side, stretching out your legs that were tucked underneath you for a little too long.

you wrapped a hand around seungmin’s middle, resting your head on his shoulder. minho mirrored your actions, laying his arm on top of yours, rubbing your skin softly.

“thank you,” seungmin said after a few moments, a hand on both your shoulders.

in sync, you each placed a kiss on his cheek—the three of you laughing loudly at the coincidence.

“wanna eat something now?” minho mumbled.

“yes. i’m starving,” seungmin groaned.

minho rolled his eyes.

he moved to get up from the little pile you’ve created on the couch, but was promptly brought back down by seungmin’s hand.

“don’t move. just order something,” seungmin suggested, in a pretty demanding tone.

minho just chuckled, fulfilling his task nonetheless.

when the order was placed you moved closer into seungmin’s body, close enough that you could easily brush your lips against minho’s.

“thanks,” you said softly.

“you did more than ninty precent of the work,” minho chuckled, chasing your lips for a few more kisses.

“yeah,” you whispered, “but you know us so well. and you always take care of us.”

minho smiled, resting his head back on seungmin’s chest as he let his eyes close.

“he was in such a bad mood today, it was getting on my nerves.”

you exchanged a look with seungmin, both of you agreeing that was definitely not minho’s only reason.

instead of acknowledging minho’s silent affection, seungmin said, “can someone get me a blanket or something my dick is freezing.”

you huffed as you pulled away, grabbing the fuzzy throw blanket off the armchair across from the couch and chucking it at seungmin.

“you two are insufferable.”

your point was proven when they both just grinned at you, each offering out an arm in invitation back into their embrace. you rolled your eyes playfully before jumping happily into their hold, sighing peacefully as you nuzzled your face against minho’s shoulder while seungmin kissed your temple.

“you’ll feel better after the food,” minho promised, voice low and soothing.

“i feel better with you two here,” seungmin confessed, his eyes shut while a small smile sat on his face.

“huh,” minho mused, “so he did end up saying it.”

“don’t ruin the moment, hyung,” seungmin warned with a small sigh, eyes still closed.

you laughed at them, grabbing onto minho’s back and pulling him in closer.

🌊 ೃ‧₊◜ sea may rise, sky may fall chapter IX

pairing: lee know x f!reader x han jisung

summary: when it rains, it pours

word count: 7.2k

warnings: IF YOU WANT/NEED SPOILERS (FOR YOUR OWN PEACE OF MIND OR ANY OTHER REASON) ABOUT MAIN CHARACTER DEATH PLEASE READ THE SERIES WARNINGS! implied main character death; graphic description of a panic attack; violence; blood; knives; mentions of unprotected sex; mxm action

author's note: okay uh so ... this one's gonna hurt. I'm sorry in advance. please read the warnings carefully! everything I write will end with the characters healing, I promise. but if you need a spoiler about MCD please check the series warnings, I put the answer in there for those who need it (I know how it is, I need to know these things in advance, too askjdfh)

this series is 🔞, so minors, please DNI

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< chapter VIII - interlude (and chapter X coming friday, may 10, 3pm CET) >

Minho has never been addicted to anything.

The first time he witnessed addiction was as a kid, when his mother turned to drinking to numb the pain. Then he saw it in Changbin, a few years ago, when things got rough for him, and it got so bad that he nearly got himself killed, and the crew had to stage an intervention.

His mother hadn’t lived long enough to see the consequences, and Changbin got better. But Minho had never been addicted to anything. He smokes tobacco every now and again, drinks when they go on land, and he can be sure that either Chan or Changbin are staying with the captain to keep her safe. Even when things got bad, right after his mother died, and he drank more than he should’ve, addiction never caught him. He just stopped one day.

But now, Minho thinks he knows what it feels like.

Minho thought sleeping with Jisung would maybe, just maybe, rid him of his stupid, confusing obsession with him. A one and done type deal, fuck him good and hard and mean and then go back to the way things were meant to be.

But then Jisung wandered back into his arms the day after their night together, all bloodshot eyes and shy glances that asked Minho wordlessly if it was all just for that one night and Minho’s arms pulled him closer, slotted his lips against Jisung’s sweetly, soothed his own over Jisung’s pouty bottom lip, across the corner of his mouth until he could kiss the cute little mole right on his cheek. He bit Jisung’s earlobe right after, trying to distract him from just how gentle he just was. Jisung’s startled little gasp went straight to his dick.

He took him to the captain’s quarters, watched as the captain stared from Jisung to him, her eyes lingering on him with a quiet question.

They hadn’t even fucked the night before, after Jisung left. They spent the evening in bed, lazing around, talking, swapping kisses that made Minho’s already bruised lips and his heart ache until night fell, and he watched her doze off into a deeper sleep. The room, completely quiet, only the lapping of the waves against the wood, the sound of the crew far away, a candlewick crackling. He wanted to stay here forever, in this moment, with her.

Then she fluttered her eyes open, looked right back at him and smiled. He smiled back, hoped it wasn’t written all over his face. When her eyebrows furrowed, he panicked for a brief moment that it was.

“Do you regret it?” she asked, softly.

Relief, then nerves. They had avoided talking about Jisung all night, their conversations like everything was normal. Come to think of it, maybe it’s what Minho, what maybe she also needed. Reassurance that nothing changed, even though everything had.

He watched her closely, briefly tried to figure out what she was thinking, but he gave up just as quickly. No matter how well he knew her, her poker face was too good even for him.

So he opted for the truth. He shook his head.

She watched him, her dark eyes boring into his so intensely, before she hummed, let her eyes slip closed again.

“Me neither,” she simply said.

And that had been the end of it. She had stretched out her hand, lazily tugging Minho closer until his head was next to hers on her pillow, his body folded around her, until she could press sweet, sleepy kisses to his shoulder that made Minho smile, kiss her back just as sweetly, even after they blew out the candle, their lips finding each other in the dark again and again and again until they fell asleep.

It’s not like they didn’t do that. She would kiss him sweetly every now and again, let her fingertips skate up his bare arms when he was holding her. Sometimes, a few drops of his devotion would slip past the tight seal he had on his heart and spill into his kisses, make him do stupid things like whisper “I adore you” into her sweaty hair or let his hand linger on her waist while they were on deck.

But they never did this. Spend the night together, in bed, without fucking. They kissed, sure, but they never kissed like that, for hours and hours, giggling in the dark, kissing just for the sake of it, even when their bruised lips ached and their breaths came ragged. But something had changed. Jisung had changed them, and Minho wasn’t even remotely ready to face the extent of what that meant.

He watched senselessly, then, the day after, after he had kissed Jisung in the hallway where anyone could've seen, with an echo of the captain’s kisses from the night before, before he took him to the her quarters. Watched senselessly as Jisung walked up to her, blinking at her with stars in his eyes, mumbling out the question he hadn’t been ready to ask Minho.

“W-would you want me again?”

And Minho got to watch the captain’s face soften, her beautiful eyes widen, her soft, gentle fingers wrapping around Jisung’s wrists, dragging his hands up until Jisung took the hint and cupped her face. Jisung let his forehead tip forward against hers, eyes fluttered shut, his thumbs soothing over her cheek.

“How could I not want you,” he heard the captain whisper, quietly, painfully honestly, before pressing her lips to his in a kiss that was so gentle, yet turned into tremblingly hungry so quickly it made Minho reel.

He thinks that’s the moment he got addicted. Addicted, in a sick sort of way, to the way Han Jisung touched. Because when Han Jisung touched the captain, it was nothing short of reverential.

He kissed her like he couldn’t believe his own luck, smoothed his hands over her body, from her calves up to her face, like he wanted to drag every ounce of pleasure out of her skin, sank his hands into her hair to pull her closer and closer and closer like he wanted her to climb into his skin and make herself a home there forever.

And just when Minho thought it couldn’t get any worse, Jisung would turn, would look up at Minho with an almost dangerous softness in his eyes, and kiss him with the captain’s taste still on his lips, baring himself to him, always ready to take and take and take whatever Minho gave him, the reverential hands he watched on the captain now skating over his chest, down his abs, scratching at his happy trail until Minho had to suppress the tremor that shuddered through his limbs.

Jisung’s hands. Minho found himself slowly but surely haunted by the image of them. Big and strong, nails neatly kept, veiny and knobby in all the right places, usually adorned with a collection of pretty silver rings that made shivers rack down Minho’s spine when they touched his bare skin.

But it wasn’t even just his hands – no, Han Jisung’s whole body seemed to be made by whatever Gods were out there, to be naked, golden, and smoothed against a lover’s. He kissed with his whole body, an ankle hooking over Minho’s as he caressed his tongue over the roof of his mouth, his fingers lacing with whichever one of theirs he could reach whenever he was about to come, a thigh wedged in between the captain’s as he pressed his chest to hers.

God, his thighs. Minho had spent the better part of an hour a few days into their trip to San Salvador between Jisung’s legs, sucking the supple, impossibly soft golden skin between his teeth until they were littered in pretty purple marks. If he dug his fingers into them every time he kissed him just to hear him gasp, that was between him and God.

Minho was addicted to Han Jisung. And he was terrified.

He was terrified because he couldn’t deny it, the way he made his whole body tremble with every touch, his heart beating in his throat whenever he smiled at him. He was terrified because he had never felt like this for anyone. Not even the captain. And that scared him even more, terrified that somehow, something had irrevocably changed.

But then, she walked up to him, smoothed her thumb over the crease in his brow in the way he usually did to her and pressed a sloppy kiss to his jaw, and his whole body sang with his devotion to her. Then he knew again, with unshakeable certainty, that what he felt for her was untouchable – and somehow entirely intertwined, but also entirely separate from what he felt for Jisung.

But he didn’t know what that meant for them. For him. For Jisung. He could accommodate the fact of how he felt for both of them, just barely, the pressure of the crew’s eyes on him and his heart already stretched so thin with so many unspoken words that at times he had to force himself to look away. And he knew that Jisung could, his heart on his sleeve, every single one of his actions evidence of just how much he wanted them both – but he didn’t know if she could. If she was willing to.

What if Jisung’s was the kind of love she truly wanted?

She opened up for Jisung in a way she had never done for him. Something in Jisung’s eyes made her soften, unravel, reciprocate Jisung’s affectionate words, shakily, but with determination. More affection than she had ever shown Minho. She had grown softer with him, too, yes, and Changbin had told him, back then, though indirectly, that everyone thought she loved him, but Minho couldn’t help but see everything he wasn’t to her. And he was scared.

But he couldn’t do anything. The trip from Nassau to San Salvador wasn’t a long one. Even in bad conditions, it was barely more than a few days of slow sailing around the numerous islands and sandbanks of the region that kept mostly Seungmin and whoever was manning the sails busy. And at the end of the trip loomed the first step in their plan to finally end their mission, secure their legacy. To take down Han Yujun.

Minho couldn’t get distracted now. At least not more than he already was by the sheer perfection of the two beings that would find him, between hastily closed doors and around the bend of hallways, soft, slick lips and wandering hands and so greedy for Minho and his pleasure. So he holds on. Lets himself feel it all, the fear, the devotion, the unimaginable pleasure they caress out of his body; buries his worries between his captain’s legs, deep inside of Han Jisung’s soft hot mouth.

He will deal with this when Han Yujun hangs. He can’t wait for Han Yujun to hang.

When you dock in San Salvador, nobody stops you. That should have been your first warning.

There is no local police, no coast guard waiting. They let you dock, even though it’s clear that you’re not a registered ship, but privateers, and when you request for you, Minho, and Jisung to come ashore, they just … agree. That should’ve been your second warning.

But as it is, the three of you step onto land, allow Jisung, now dressed in his green silk jacket, the one he wore when he arrived on the ship, to lead you through the small, sleepy coastal town. Jisung’s hair is slightly longer now, his face a healthier colour. But most notably is how he carries himself – calm, confident, his shoulders squared, eyebrows set in a determined scowl. He’s different from the insecure, scared young man that Chan and Changbin dragged into your cabin a few months ago. This life seems to suit him almost naturally – an odd thought, when the rest of you had been thrown into it by circumstance, by necessity, whether you wanted it or not. But Han Jisung seemed to be born for it.

Jisung leads you through the centre of town, past fancy shops boasting luxurious fabrics that you know Hyunjin would love to have taken a look at, past taverns and butcher’s and cheesemongers and flower shops. Past many elegantly dressed townspeople, men in top hats and women in big, expensive dresses, who stare at you unabashedly, a hint of distaste and fear in their powdered faces. But you don’t mind them.

Jisung stops in front of a big, metal-wrought gate, leading into a lushly planted but meticulously landscaped garden. There are palm trees and succulents, but also all shades of expensive English roses, meticulously cut into abundant bushes. A perfectly raked path of pebbles leads up to what you can only describe as a mansion. It’s painted a pale yellow, dark green shutters framing the many, big windows. All around the house, there are tall, white pillars with ornate designs carved into the top and the bottom of them. Two of them hold up the portico that hovers majestically over the gigantic front door, making it look like the entrance to a castle.

The well-oiled gate opens with only the barest hint of a creak when Jisung pushes it open and motions for you to follow him. You can see the uneasiness in Minho’s set jaw, the hesitation in his steps when he follows Jisung in. You trail after them, taking in the garden, still. The feeling that something is off comes back with full force, and you stare at the roses as if they have the answer that eludes you. They only sway in the breeze, wordlessly.

When you reach the door, Jisung doesn’t hesitate. He lifts the heavy brass knocker and drops it against the wood once, twice, three times.

The sound echoes through the house, then it’s quiet. Not even footsteps. Then, there’s a lock being turned, and a surly older British man stares back at them.

“Oh,” he breathes, momentarily forgetting his training, evidence of his surprise written all over his wrinkled, English face, before he catches himself, schools it into a snobbish, condescending half-smile.

“Mr Han! What a surprise to see you here. Do come in.”

He takes a step back and holds the doors open for you, allowing you to enter into a high entryway tiled in light stone, before carefully shutting the door, and asking you to follow him.

The room he leads you to is on the other side of the house, through two stately, Victorian sitting rooms with fake stucco and dark wood and fireplaces that you doubt would have much use in the humid island weather. It’s a smaller room, with only four chairs and two tall windows looking out towards the ocean on one side, a set of heavy oak doors on the other.

“I will let Mr Trott know that you’re here. Please be so kind as to wait here for a moment.”

With that, he disappears through the two wooden doors.

You look at Minho and Minho looks at you.

“I don’t like this,” you say, and Minho shakes his head. The apprehension in his eyes mirrors yours. Something feels off.

Jisung fidgets, visibly nervous where he’s perched on the arm of one of the armchairs.

“I’m sure it’s fine, these places are always uncomfortable.”

“No, it’s not that it’s …”

You’re interrupted by something light blue fluttering in the corner of your vision. When you whirl around, you’re faced with a pretty, petite doll of a girl. She can’t be much older than 20, you think, her cheeks rosy and her eyes big and wide and glassy. She’s wearing a fluttery baby blue dress, her brown hair falling over her bare shoulders in perfect dark brown curls.

Jisung shoots to his feet, nearly topples over with the speed of it. Something ugly buzzes in your fingertips.

“Miss Trott,” Jisung mumbles and bows absentmindedly, seemingly automatically, before he catches himself. He throws you and Minho an embarrassed look. You don’t let your face give anything away.

“Jisung …” she returns, deliberately forgoing his attempt at politeness, “what are you doing here?”

Jisung’s eyes widen, and he chuckles nervously, his gaze ping ponging around the room restlessly.

“I came to talk to your father,” he says, before belatedly adding, “… about business.”

The girl nods, her eyes leisurely sweeping first over Minho, then you, giving you a cold once over, before looking back at Jisung. She tosses her head, the delicate gold necklace on her perfectly smooth, white neck glimmering in the sun, and gives him a honeyed smile. You suddenly feel violently out of place in this room, this house. Big and clumsy and dirty in a world where girls are sweet and petite and pale like fairies. The insecurity makes you reel for a moment.

“Will you be coming more often again? Like the old times?” the girl asks Jisung, coquettishly, blinking her big, pretty eyes at him. Her voice drops a register. “We had so much fun, didn’t we?”

Oh. You understand now. Was he meant to marry her? Did they … sleep with each other? The thought of his lips on her neck, his golden skin in contrast with her untouched ivory, sends a violent wave of ugly, petty jealousy through your veins. Your eyes turn venomous, but the girl doesn’t condescend to spare you another glance. Your fist balls where it’s hanging next to you.

Jisung laughs nervously again, ducks his head. The discomfort is radiating off him in waves.

“Hah, no, I will not be coming more often,” he tells her, the polite grimace on his face slipping slowly, like it’s getting too hard to uphold. His eyes dart to you, and you tear your eyes away from hers. Jisung’s eyes linger on you, searching, puzzled. Minho, behind you, steps closer to him, crosses his arms over his chest as he looks down at Jisung.

Suddenly, Jisung laughs, a real laugh this time. His cheeks flush, his shoulders relax slowly.

“As a matter of fact, I hope this will be the last time I ever have to come to this godawful place.”

The girl’s mask slips and there’s shock, then anger, pulling her angelic features into an ugly scowl. She opens her mouth, but turns and disappears without another word when the heavy wood doors open and the servant appears again.

“Mr Trott will see you now,” he mumbles, haughtily, and gestures for them to come in.

Minho’s hand smoothes over Jisung’s lower back as he guides him inside.

Nicholas Trott’s office is darker than the rest of the house. Almost entirely panelled in dark oak, you think this is what an English study would look like. There’s another fireplace, crowded bookcases lining the walls, in front of one of which sits a big heavy desk. Behind it, is a tall, skinny man of around 50. His hair is unfashionably long, and he doesn’t wear a moustache, like so many others. His eyes have a dangerous glint to them that you immediately distrust.

Trott doesn’t spare you and Minho more than a glance, allowing you to look around the room. One window, but it’s latched tightly shut. Behind Trott at his desk stands an armed guard, pistol and a glimmering cutlass sheathed at his belt. When you turn, you realise the door is shut and there are two more guards behind you, flanking you and Minho perfectly. You’re outnumbered. Alarm shivers through you, but you calm it. You need to keep a clear head. All of your lives depend on it. Han Yujun’s demise depends on it.

Trott gives Jisung a fake smile that doesn’t even pretend to be real. His teeth are bad.

“Han Jisung,” he drawls, “what a surprise to see you here … and alive. Your uncle told us your ship went missing. You were presumed dead.”

Jisung smiles coldly, the muscles in his shoulders jump when he crosses his arms over his chest. Minho next to you shifts his weight from one foot to the other. You can feel the tension rolling off him in waves.

“Well, I’m not,” Jisung quips, juts out his chin. There’s the defensive arrogance again. But Trott’s smile doesn’t waver.

“I’m sure your uncle will be overjoyed to hear it.”

Something cold shivers down your spine at his tone, alarm bells going off in your head.

Trott’s eyes catch on yours. His eyebrows fly up, and an ugly little grin spreads over his face.

“And you’ve brought the famous captain Y/N,” he snarls. Minho takes a step closer to you on instinct. Trott notes it with a little chuckle. “What an honor to have you in my house.”

You don’t give him the satisfaction, just return his gaze steadily.

Jisung breaks the silence. His voice is cold and hard.

“Enough with the chitchat,” he says, and the man visibly bristles at his tone. “We have something to speak to you about.”

You take this as your cue. You step forward, fix Trott with the most neutral gaze you can muster, with the unexplained dread still prickling on your neck.

“Mr Trott,” you pronounce slowly. Your voice doesn’t conceal what you think of the title, “you may not think this now, but I think we have a common enemy. Maybe we can be of use to one another.”

Trott motions for you to go on. He looks slightly on edge, like he doesn’t know what’s coming. Good.

“But first, to sweeten the deal, so to speak,” you say sweetly, a dangerous smile on your lips, “I think it’s important that you know that we have proof of your and Han Yujun’s plans to sell your territories to the Spanish for a premium, before staging a coup and claiming independence. And we both know, that should this evidence reach the crown …”

You watch closely and see Trott’s pupils shake. You got the jump on him. It improves your odds. Before he can ask a question, you continue. You need to get out of here.

“But we also intercepted another message. This one was for Lord Dunmore. Han Yujun is playing with you, Mr Trott, promising Lord Dunmore a lot of money and his protection – for your head.”

Trott’s face shutters, his eyes boring into yours.

“So, you see how we might come to an agreement here,” you finish, a lazy smile on your lips. You tap the tip of your boot against the floor. Suddenly, Trott laughs. It takes you by surprise.

“What kind of proof could you possibly have?” he scoffs, leans back in his chair nonchalantly. “How would you have come across it.”

Jisung speaks before you can stop him.

“We found them on two of my uncle’s ships we intercepted. The coded maps, one for you, one for Lord Dunmore.”

Trott laughs again.

A nameless panic drips down your spine. This is wrong. All wrong.

“Mr Han, I get told many crazy stories every day, this one really takes it. Coded maps, you say?”

You notice what he’s doing just a beat too late to stop Jisung, who is already in motion. Jisung’s eyes narrow, and he opens his mouth and blurts it right out.

“We can show them to you, we have them right here.”

Nicholas Trott looks at him then, his smile no longer playful, but almost eery.

He raises a singular hand, and before you can react, a blade is pressed to your neck. You suck in a breath, your eyes twitching to Minho, but he’s in the same position, the guard on his side holding him in an iron grasp, his cutlass pressed against Minho’s Adam’s apple.

The man behind Trott’s desk has managed to capture Jisung in the same type of hold, guiding him slowly but surely until he’s standing behind Trott’s desk, facing you and Minho. He looks petrified, his eyes huge and panicked as he looks from you to Minho. He starts squirming so violently you’re scared he will hurt himself, so you lift a hand, motioning for him to calm down. He does, instantly.

Trott fixes you with his horribly triumphant smile before he gets up, slowly rounds the table. He saunters over, comes to stand so close to you that you can smell the stale cigar on his breath. He smiles down at you, lets his filthy gaze drag shamelessly over your face, down your body. Minho next to you, trashes in the guard’s hold and lets out something akin to a growl.

“I assume they’re in here?” he asks, playfully nonchalantly, as he pops open the button of your satchel without giving you the reprieve of moving away. If your odds weren’t so bad, you would’ve tried, and probably managed to, get out of the grasp of the man behind you already. But with Minho and Jisung with blades to their throat? You can’t risk it.

You watch helplessly as he pulls the two maps and Yeji’s note, your final, big chance to finally take down Han Yujun, out of your satchel like it’s nothing. The satisfaction on his face is sickening. He pats your cheek patronisingly, and you bite down the urge to spit in his face.

“Such a pretty face, such a shame that you’re such a dirty little pirate whore,” he hums, lets his fingers drag down your face. They feel like they’re leaving dirty streaks in their wake.

Minho next to you jerks violently in his captor’s hands.

“Don’t fucking touch her,” he growls, and Trott looks over at him with wide eyes – and laughs. You hear Minho curse, and struggle more.

Your hand shoots out in his direction, a gesture of calm, of ‘I’m okay’.

“Ah, she knows what’s good for her, too,” Trott coos, and this time you don’t hold back. You stare right at Trott, collect a big glob of spit in your mouth, and launch it onto the floor somewhere to your left.

The guard’s grip on you tightens, and you can feel a stinging pain on your neck, before warmth trickles down your skin. The blade nicked your skin. Jisung makes a strangled noise from where he’s watching you.

Trott just shakes his head, almost pityingly, and smiles again, before he turns around and places his newfound evidence on his desk.

“Now, …” he muses, letting his gaze wander over the three of you, “I could let you all go, but that would be stupid. But it would be really convenient if your dirty little gang of misfits could get to Han Yujun first. Soften him up a bit, maybe even do the dirty work for me.”

Then he turns to Jisung.

“But I’m going to keep this one. Who knows, maybe you’ll buy me something yet. And I think your uncle would be very upset with me if I let his supposedly dead nephew get away from me … alive.”

Your stomach drops. Jisung stares at Trott, his eyebrows furrowed. He looks angry, petulant, determined, but somewhere beneath it all you can see his fear, the one he tries so hard to hide. The need to protect him flares in your gut, makes you strain against the knife until more blood trickles down your neck. Minho next to you hisses out your name in warning.

“We’re not leaving without him,” you snarl.

Jisung’s head whips over to you. There’s a glimmer of something in his eyes.

But Trott laughs.

“How sweet. But you are, actually. I’ll make sure of that,” he purrs, and turns to his guards, “escort them back onto their ship, make sure they get on it and sail away before you come back.”

No, no, no, no, no. This is all wrong. The man jostles you, and you try to resist, desperately fighting against the way the blade digs into your skin.

“Jisung …” you breathe out, and God, Jisung looks so sad. You can’t bear it. And yet, he forces a brave smile. It’s almost worse.

“Go,” he tells you, “I’ll find you again.”

The man pulls at you, and you huff in despair.

“Jisung,” you say again, but he just keeps looking at you. “Be careful, okay? Don’t be stupid.”

He tries to nod, but that’s all you see before you’re harshly tugged backwards and out of the room. You feel like a part of you is left behind.

Minho doesn’t speak until you’re being shoved down the garden path, now with the barrel of a gun digging into your back instead of knives against your throat.

“He’ll be alright,” Minho says, quietly.

You look over at him, your brows furrowing in irritation.

“What do you mean ‘he’ll be alright’?”

Minho grimaces, avoids your eyes.

“He can defend himself. We’ll find him again. What’s important is that we get you and the crew out of here alive.”

You blink at him, almost stop dead in the middle of the English roses, but the barrel pressed to your back keeps you moving.

“We don’t trade lives like that, Minho,” you hiss, “I’ve never left anyone behind. Ever. And now … him …”

You don’t know what else to say, not within earshot of the guards.

“He’ll be alright,” Minho just says again, and it makes anger bubble in your gut. But you swallow it down, ignore the loaded silence between you until you hit the quays, half your crew watching from the ship as you and Minho are shoved in front of the two guards, the cold metal still pressing into your back bruisingly.

They’re true to their master’s word. They stay, watch grimly as you board your ship and still make no move to leave.

Hyunjin is the first to help you over the railing, and he stares at you, his eyes pleading.

“Captain, where’s Jisung?”

Your heart threatens to break.

“They took him,” is the only thing you can manage to say before you have to shove past him.

“Seungmin,” you order, “get us out of here. Straight to Andros Island.”

“But Jisung …” Hyunjin says, but Minho interrupts him.

“He’ll be fine.”

“What the fuck do you mean ‘he’ll be fine’?” Felix pipes up, “what are they going to do with him?”

“Ship him back to his uncle, probably,” Minho mumbles. The knowledge that you have no idea what they’ll do to him makes the kraken wake up. It roils and undulates and reaches into every crevice of your ribcage it can reach.

“That is not fine!” Felix yells. He's panicking. You can hear it in his voice. You flinch, your throat threatening to close up.

“He can defend himself! He will have to,” Minho barks back. You see red, whirl around.

“Shut the fuck up,” you scream at him, and the blank violence of it makes Minho recoil. “You don’t get to talk like that. Not when I’ve never … we’ve never left anyone … when … Jisung …”

The kraken roars, winds its tentacles around your ribs, crushes bone, tissue, grips your lungs and squeezes and pulls like it’s trying to tear you apart from the inside.

“Seungmin, away from here. Andros Island,” you order, before you turn to Felix. Your throat is closing in around itself. You have to force your next words out through shaky gasps. “Felix? I promise, we’ll find him again. We will not abandon … him. I swear, I’ll make … this right.”

You push past them, and into the hallway, manage to make it into your quarters and lock the door behind you before you fall to your knees. Your vision dots with black as the kraken roars and screams and wreaks havoc inside of you. Aborted breaths and sobs tear their thorny way out of your throat, your whole body shaking, the thought of Jisung, back with his tormentors, not safe and here and wrapped around you, unbearable. You failed, you failed, you failed …

Distantly you hear pounding on your door, Minho’s panicked yells of your name, the rattle of the doorknob.

But you ignore him as your body starts shaking more and more.

Somehow, you manage to drag yourself across the floor, your knees scraping across the wood, and you barely make it onto your bed, drag a pillow close enough so you can stifle your gasps and sobs, before your vision blacks out.

You can still smell Jisung on the sheets

They come later that night, sometime just before the sky starts brightening with the coming sunrise, when even Jeongin has fallen asleep in his lookout. Perfectly planned. Perfectly executed. 

You’re jostled awake by the sound of wood splintering when the first cannonball hits the side of your ship.

But despite, that reality only comes into focus sluggishly. You’re still fully clothed, collapsed at the foot of the bed, clutching your pillow so hard your fingers ache.

Then there’s another hit, this one even louder. Cold, unadulterated panic zips through your body.

You stumble to your feet, have to catch yourself on the bedpost when the world around you spins. Your head hurts, and you’re shaking; not trembling but shaking, fully body tremors wracking through you and your stomach aches with hunger, your throat raw and painful from the sobs, and you’re so unbelievably cold.

You stand there only for a few seconds, but it feels like a millennium, trying to catch your breath, trying to will your body back under your control so you can go and do what needs to be done.

It’s the thought of your crew that gets you there. It centres you, clears the haze, makes you take the first step, then the second. By the time you reach the door to your cabin, your legs no longer wobble.

It’s only a few minutes after that first hit when you stumble onto the deck, but the fastest of your men are already loading the cannons, and getting themselves armed.

Minho’s there, catching your eye across the ship, softness, regret, then a deep worry in his eyes when his eyes take you in. You can only imagine the state you’re in. He doesn’t even hesitate, waves whoever is talking to him off and approaches you. You want to tear your eyes away from him, but you can’t. But the closer he gets, the clearer the concern swimming in his eyes becomes. You feel bile rise to your throat. He looks tired, too. Unfocused, upset. You want to cry. Scream. Something. But there are more important things to deal with. You swallow it all, ignore the pain and the anger, as he debriefs you.

“It’s an ambush. Han Yujun’s men. They shot straight through our storage area. Not low enough for water to get in, thank God. San and Hwa are already patching it. It seems like it was a warning because they’ve stopped now. But they’re close already, they’ll be ready to board in a few minutes, and we’re barely armed.”

You look at the ship approaching in the dusk, an ominous feeling in your gut that makes dread creep up your spine. You’re not in any condition for this fight.

“How could this happen …” you whisper.

Minho looks at you. He reaches out, but his fingertips only graze the back of your hand before he pulls it back. Like he just remembered you’re mad at him. Your head swims and you have to blink the haze from your eyes again.“They probably were in San Salvador while we

were, we just didn’t see them. And then they followed us. Trott must have been another step ahead of us.”

You curse, try to control the senseless panic in your guts. You’re so fucking angry. At everyone, at no one. At Jisung for falling for Trott’s trap and getting taken from you, at Minho for just letting it happen and treating it so casually, but mostly, and this you know, at yourself for failing to protect them and to win this goddamn fight that should’ve been, was supposed to be easy. You had it all right in front you!

“Get everyone ready as fast as possible,” you order, “and be careful, I have a bad feeling about this.”

And with that, you turn around, try to quell the nausea of dread in your stomach by helping your men lug up weapons, before you come to stand on the bow of the ship, facing Han Yujun’s ship as it inevitably comes closer.

“Captain Y/N,” someone, undoubtedly their captain, yells once the ships are only about 20 yards away from each other. “I’m giving you a chance to give up now. You’re not winning this one.”

You scoff. Their captain sends you an ugly grin that makes shivers run down your spine. You don’t let it show. Your body settles. The pain fades. You know how to do this part.

“We already have one of yours, one that Mr Han will be more than happy to be able to dispose of himself. Do you really want to lose more?”

You raise an eyebrow, and raise your middle finger into their direction, the man cackles out a cocky “suit yourself.”

And then they’re close enough to throw their gang plank, and they’re coming.

It’s chaos, your men as good at fighting as always, but still rumpled from sleep, destabilised by the loss of Jisung, by your almost public breakdown. You watch Minho sink his knife into a pirate’s neck, and you realise you haven’t slept alone in a week. Since Nassau.

Two, big, burly cronies approach you at once. A dirty move. You spring into action. But they put up too much of a fight. You manage to disarm one of them, dodge the other’s knife and then another fist, but it’s taking too long. Your muscles already start to ache, your lungs burn, your eyes have trouble focusing. You land a well-placed punch in the face of the one you managed to disarm, but it takes you just a second too long to turn around, and all of a sudden, you feel the searing pain of a knife slicing the skin of your leg. You yelp before you can stop yourself. Minho’s head shoots up towards you, and the man he’s fighting with takes the opportunity to sink his fist into Minho’s face, hitting him straight in the eye. It makes a sickening sound and there’s so much blood that your mind blanks in panic.

And then the whole scene freezes – because the ugly, smug captain of their ship stands in the middle of yours, in the middle of your men, holding a bomb in one hand and a torch in the other.

You’re frozen, your mind going a million miles a minute, running through one scenario after another, trying to figure out what to do, how to save this, to save your men, to save Minho, who’s bleeding so much, so so much, oh God. But there’s nothing you can do except … watch.

“Anybody moves, and I’m lighting this thing,” the man with the bomb yells, and your breath hitches.

You know your men won’t move if you don’t. They’re your men. But you hold up a calming hand anyway, without taking your eyes off the stranger. He looks so smug when he realises he has the upper hand. You want his head.

“Men, fall back,” he orders before he motions towards Minho and grins at you again. “But we’re taking this one with us. He has killed a few too many of our men over the years.”

You step forward before you can even think.

“Why not take me, then?” you ask, your voice shaky. “I think I’ve killed more. And loved every second of it.”

The man laughs. It’s raspy and wet and disgusting.

“Boss’ orders,” he snarls, and you nearly growl.

“Bullshit,” you hiss, “come on, coward, take me. Fucking try me.”

“Y/N."

Your name. Not your title. Minho’s voice is calm, insistent, and when you meet his eyes you know why. He’s made up his mind. “Let me go, they need you.”

You shake your head at him, the dread filling your body with a dull pain. The kraken seems to grow and grow and grow.

Their captain laughs, motions for his men to go, and they do. File over the plank one by one, laughing and cheering and making obscene gestures at your men. Chan looks like he is one second away from shooting one of them right between the eyes. When you catch his eyes and shake your head, he takes a deep breath. You catch Hyunjin’s eyes next to him, see the question in his eyes as his hand hovers over his revolver. But there’s no guarantee, even if he shoots at their captain and doesn’t miss, that the bomb and the torch falling won’t light the fuse. Or that your ship won’t catch fire. Or that one of their men will not pick them up and do it themselves. They’re too many.

So you shake your head at him, too. His eyebrows furrow, his lips curl into a scowl. It’s desperate, pleading, grows increasingly more so when two of their men drag Minho towards and over the plank. You just shake your head again, screw your lips shut. You can’t. There are too many of their lives at stake. And you know Minho knows that, too.

He goes without resistance, his head held high, still bleeding from his eye, and you hope to God they will at least patch him up.

Minho turns, resists, looks at you before he’s pushed below deck, and it’s like time slows down for a second. He stares, blinks, something in his eyes like he’s trying to tell you something, or like he’s trying to commit your face to memory. The light of the rising sun shimmers over his skin, he blinks, and then he’s out of your sight. Your whole body is trembling. You can’t even hide it. You know your whole crew can see it. So can their captain.

He grins at you. As soon as the last of his crew is off the ship, their navigator at the helm, their sails unfurling and gathering wind, he bows without breaking eye contact. Then he grins.

“Boss is waiting for you,” he says and touches the torch to the bomb.

The fuse sizzles, he drops it, makes a run for a rope his crew have thrown him and leaps onto his own ship.

On your ship, several people leap for the bomb, but Chan gets to it first, picks it up without a second’s hesitation, though the fuse is shortening alarmingly fast.

He throws his arm back and hurls it, as hard as he possibly can, at the enemy ship. But their ship is smaller, just a Brigantine, so much faster than yours could ever be, even faster than Chan could be. It has already turned, managed to manoeuvre their exposed side away from you.

The bomb flies, but it falls short. It plops into the ocean. The fuse fizzles out, and the bomb sinks out of sight within mere seconds, as if it had never been there in the first place. As if it didn’t just threaten everything you had. As if it didn’t just make you lose Minho.

There’s a dead silence as you all watch them sail away. Nobody moves. There is no hope that you could catch them. Your whole body is shivering, and you feel someone’s hand on your shoulder.

Then it echoes across the water.

A single gunshot.

Your world goes up in flames.

You manage to stumble towards the edge of the ship before your stomach turns.

Someone screams, high and loud and mad. You realise after a second that it’s you.

Then everything goes dark.

< chapter VIII - interlude (and chapter X coming friday, may 10, 3pm CET) >

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