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𝗰𝗼-𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿𝘀
𝗰𝗼-𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿𝘀 | a park sunghoon smau.
in which : seo yn has to work with park sunghoon a lot more than she expected. she has never had a problem with working with opposite genders but with sunghoon, oh boy was it different. the only thing holding her back? the company and their fans.
𝗰𝗼-𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿𝘀 | cast
violetta : a group consisting of six people, debuted in december 2020, under hybe entertainment.
seo yn : leader, 20, main vocalist, lead dancer, sub vocalist. has been a trainee for about three years, 'it' girl of fourth gen.
enhypen : a group consisting of seven people, debuted in november 2020, under hybe entertainment.
park sunghoon : visual, 22, lead dancer, lead vocalist, lead rapper, trained for two years and one month, 'it' boy of fourth gen.
𝗰𝗼-𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿𝘀 | chapters!
we are disbanding
you got the message too huh...
pls don't kys yn!
surprise!
haters BOOO (a mention about suicide..!)
sunghoon bodyguard era (word slut used twice, yn faces trauma, fans breaking in..!)
yn "pick me"
violetta and enhypen?!
photoshoot time..!
ynhoon's first month as emcees..!
taglist is open !! (leave a comment or an ask!!)
@sleepyzce @seunghancore @sngleehee @kookify @rikitachiquita @yourssincerely-mimi @sol3chu @erisasleep @yawn-zi @coffeeprincejaehyun @dreeki
wait i’m here for kitsune beomgyu🥹
𝐌𝐘 (𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋) 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄
𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐋𝐕𝐈𝐈: 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐮𝐧
word count: 5.4K (oh hell 💀)
warning(s): mentions of death, alcohol consumption and implied violence.
note(s): rogue demon reveal 👉🏼🤪👈🏼 also maybe grab a snack and drink... or both 👍🏼
December 24, 2021 - 6:51 PM
My little human ❤️🔥: hoonie can you come in here for a sec?
It doesn’t take Sunghoon too long to act on Y/N’s request, excusing himself from Heeseung and Karina who are currently in the middle of of setting up everything considering Y/N, who's supposed to be hosting the annual Christmas dinner party, isn’t able to due to her prior plans.
He knocks on Y/N’s door, only stepping in once his human tells him to come in because as much as she’s shameless, the demon still values giving her the space and privacy she needs and he doesn’t really know what to expect every time he enters her bedroom. Though he may have an idea on what his human could be up to if he takes her Christmas evening plans into account; primping up to look presentable enough to not fall under her own parents’ scrutiny for once.
In spite of all that, Sunghoon still considers what Y/N likes to do when it comes to killing time; and while she does want to put at least a bit of effort in being civil with her parents, the demon wouldn’t put it past him that she might as well be slacking off in her preparations. Y/N could either be playing that new Pokémon game she’s been drowning herself in lately and called him so she could give him an example of what competitive battling looks like along with its technicalities; or she could be reading through one her books of the occult and wanted to ask him if whatever is written on it held some sort of truth, being a century-something-old demon and all.
What greets him is none of what he expects of his roommate now-turned girlfriend, but he’s more so correct in assuming she is indeed gussying up for a night out with her parents. There was something missing, however; her hair, for one, looked polished in its clean hair-do, along with the light makeup that enhanced her features. But when he take in the sight of Y/N in her dress—
“You’re not wearing pastel.” It comes out more as a statement than a question as Sunghoon pushes the door closed behind him with a wave of a hand.
Y/N startles at his voice, gaze breaking away from her own reflection to give him a withering look the moment he snickers. “I was gonna, but mom’s secretary wanted me to wear this.” She sighs and turns to look at her reflection again.
Sunghoon hums in response, the corners of his lips twitching in amusement from watching a pout settle on his human’s lips as he walks towards her. “So what do you need me for? Fashion advice? Some ‘hyping up’ as you kids would call it?”
She grimaces, “don’t say that. It makes it sound like I’m dating an old man.”
The demon arches an eyebrow, “I technically am though? A century-something-old demon? Ring any bells, little human?”
“Yeah but…” Y/N makes a face, no doubt racking her brain for the right words. “You don’t look a day over 20… something, so it’s different.”
“Alright, enough technicalities about my age.” He sighs, “what can I help you with?”
“Zipper’s stuck,” she grumbles, turning her back to him to showcase the mini problem she’s facing at the moment. “Can you pull it up for me?”
Sunghoon blinks, eyes trailing over the sight of her skin beneath the opening of her dress in wonder as he gulps, mouth suddenly dry, “of course. Let me just…” The demon crowds closer behind her, a tentative hand resting on her hip as the other holds the dainty zipper and pulls it up without any thought other than to get the task over with before he explodes.
He still has the mind to be gentle amidst the mental turmoil, gently smoothing down the sides of her dress to rid of any wrinkles before his hands rest on the dips of her waist, “there we go.”
Y/N smiles, nodding in gratitude as she takes in her reflection. “So how do I look? ‘Cause I’ll be honest, this feels so weird.” Oh Sunghoon can definitely tell how weirded out she is just from her face alone.
Of course she would be, being someone who stood by anything pastel. Judging by the dramatics, wearing anything on the darker spectrum is not a frequent occurrence if Y/N is this unsure of herself. It’s definitely something new to get used to for both parties, though Sunghoon is quickly growing fond of the idea, if the smile pulling at his lips as he watches Y/N fumble with her dress wasn’t enough proof.
“You look beautiful.” He states with no hesitation and immediately, Y/N flusters at the out of nowhere, but very welcomed compliment, earning a chuckle from him while she makes a face, clicking her tongue. Nonetheless, she still leans against his chest, which then leads the demon to grace her with a teasing smile.
“It’s because I’m not wearing pastel, isn’t it?” She then arches an eyebrow when her question draws out a soft laugh from him, Sunghoon’s hands lifting from their previous spot for his arms to wrap around her waist.
“What are you talking about? I also like seeing you in pastel.” The demon muses, pressing his plush lips against her temple. “As you’ve said before, you do look submissive and breedable—I could eat you up.” Y/N promptly gasps and smacks his arm as Sunghoon’s laugh grows louder.
“Hoonie please, I’m about to have dinner with my parents!” She whines, “You can’t just say that and expect me to not think about it for the next few hours.” Y/N tries to get out of his grip, but his hold around her tightens. Then she remembers that this is a demon with superhuman strength she’s fighting against and so she stops her struggling with a huff as she lets herself be pulled back into his embrace.
By the look on Sunghoon’s face, he seems rather pleased at his advantage, gently squeezing her middle, " I’m sorry, angel. You’re just so fun to tease.”
His human huffs, “how’d you even know I said that?”
“Soobin showed me a screenshot of your tweet.”
“So I wasn’t safe from him either.” Y/N deadpans, recalling the incident of the giant sending her a screenshot of Sunghoon’s tweet. “I’m going to kill him.”
Sunghoon grins, “I’d rather you not do that. I quite like him if you ignore whatever leaves his mouth.” He sways both of them side-to-side as Y/N snorts. “You sure the parasite isn’t joining? He may be a nuisance but I don’t mind him celebrating with us.”
“Beomgyu has his own plans with his friends.” She chides, “but I appreciate you trying to get along with him at least.” Y/N giggles, turning around in his hold to face him.
The demon smiles at this, hands once again finding purchase on her waist, “as they say, ‘tis the season of giving and I might as well be generous with the limited supply of kindness I have in me.”
“You’re kind to me though.” She points out.
Sunghoon hums, “yes, but you’re different, little human.” He clarifies in a hushed tone. “For one, you have my heart in the palms of your hands and I’d rather burn in the fiery pits of Hell than be anything but.” Sunghoon presses his lips against her forehead. “Even if you’re a handful.”
Y/N preens at his words, “you’re awfully sweet tonight, demon of mine, but I can’t say that I don’t enjoy it and—oh! I gotta go.” and she pulls away from him.
He frowns at the loss of contact, “already?” The demon sighs, “what time will you be home?” He watches his human move about the bedroom to grab what she needed; her purse and her heels. Sunghoon takes notice of the black trench coat draped over her desk chair and promptly makes a grab for it.
“Around 10. It’s 7 now.” His human clarifies while checking her phone, “dinner is at 7:30—thank you.” She says and pushes both of her arms into the sleeves of her coat with the help of Sunghoon.
“So 10 then?”
“Yes. Earlier if I can help it, but I’ll make sure to be home by 10.” Y/N kisses his cheek and beams up at him.
“No later than 10.” Sunghoon returns the gesture with a fond smile of his own when she nods, “okay, I’ll walk you out.”
December 24, 2021 - 11:32 PM
It’s way past the time of Y/N’s supposed arrival and Sunghoon is increasingly growing worried by the second.
The dinner party at this hour is in full swing as each of the attendees makes themselves home and does whatever while waiting for Christmas to arrive once the clock strikes midnight.
As a host, Sunghoon is relieved that everyone seems to be having a pleasant time; save for Jungwon and Wonyoung having one of their arguments in the kitchen about Satan knows what (the demon assumes the former might have gotten on the witch’s nerves… again); then there’s Sunoo still rejecting every attempt Jake makes of talking to him and Soobin, the lightweight that he is, is trying his absolute hardest to keep upright by clinging onto Yeonjun who appears to be in a heated discussion with Heeseung and not really paying attention to his drunk boyfriend on the verge of succumbing to the effects of alcohol.
Though as a boyfriend, Sunghoon can’t help but to think of the worst when Y/N is behind schedule… by a lot. After all, she promised that she’ll be back no later than ten in the evening—earlier, if possible, considering she made it clear that she’d rather be here than to spend an uncomfortable evening with the people who had made her existence possible, yet the majority of it unbearable.
Throughout the time Sunghoon had spent with Y/N, there was no denying that being told the unlikely pair were complete opposites was a common occurrence that if money was given to him every time any of their contrasting aesthetics, personalities or their social approaches were brought up, the demon would have more than enough to last a few life times from how frequent it was. But if there's something both Sunghoon and Y/N have in common, it’s how both of them never go back on their word, so one can’t really fault the demon’s unsettled state when Y/N—purposely or not— did just that.
He takes another peek at the wall clock to remind him of the time, only to clench his jaw when he sees that it’s nearly thirty minutes to midnight. Sunghoon sighs heavily at his and immediately downs the very full glass of whatever concoction Jay made for him in one go, not at all minding the slight burn that itches his throat.
Even the copious amounts of alcohol did nothing to alleviate the growing worry inside of him; he never expected in the first place anyways—never expected it to give him the pleasant buzz it gave humans considering he and every demon alike are immune to its effects.
Sunghoon supposes it did do its job of being a momentary distraction as he overlooked the dinner party, but it obviously wasn’t enough as he makes his way towards where Jay is, no doubt still making drinks for being tonight’s self-appointed bartender.
Jay immediately notices Sunghoon’s sour expression, grinning slightly when the younger gestures for a refill, “why the long face, Hoon? It’s Christmas Eve, you should be having fun.” Jay teases as he sets to work on making yet again another nameless concoction.
Sunghoon rolls his eyes, “we don’t even celebrate Christmas.” He says drily and plucks the glass from Jay’s hold as soon as the drink is presented to him. “And my girlfriend’s not back yet when she specifically told me she’ll be home at 10. It’s nearing midnight now and where is she? Not home.” Much like what he did with his previous drink, he downs all of it in one go, sucking on his teeth briefly before he places the now empty glass on the breakfast nook with a grunt.
It doesn't help that he hasn't heard from her at all either which only furthers his nerves. He had called her a handful of times already, yet she never picked up, nor did she return the calls. His messages were left delivered. She hadn't read them at all.
The oldest of the demon’s eyebrows raises at this, “Satan, Y/N’s definitely got a grip on you now.” Sunghoon glares at him and Jay promptly raises both of his hands as an attempt to placate his growing annoyance. “I’m not saying that it’s a bad thing, jeez! So touchy when it comes to his girlfriend.” He grumbles.
“I’m just worried, okay?” Sunghoon swipes the half empty bottle of Jack Daniel’s Jay was about to reach for. “What if something happened to her?”
It’s Jay’s turn to glare as he conjures another bottle of Jack, a full one this time as he pours it into a new glass. “She’s with her parents right now, isn’t she? Maybe she’s having fun and lost track of time—why the fuck are you looking at me like that.”
By that, Jay means Sunghoon is looking at him as if he either grew another head or is probably thinking that he, Park Jongseong, is the stupidest person alive. Knowing him, it’s probably a combination of both when his right eye twitched. “Jay, Y/N hates her parents. Her parents are assholes, why the fuck would she willingly go to dinner with the people who made her life worse than what Hell’s got going on?”
“Hey! I wasn’t the one she dumped her trauma on!” Jay says defensively. Sunghoon gives him an unimpressed look. “I obviously did not know that, I’m not her boyfriend. What’s the big deal anyway? She’s a big girl. She probably got distracted on the way home…” The eldest of the demons trail off, sharp eyebrows knitting together in thought.
The younger scoffs, taking gulp of Jack, “for almost 2 hours? Unlikely.” He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, “Look, Y/N might not have the same amount of street smarts we all have, but she’s not that stupid; and like I said, she promised she’d be home by 10. Y/N is never late and she wouldn’t break a promise either.” Sunghoon then continues on a tangent that falls deaf on Jay’s ears as he mulls over what the former had mentioned.
If it’s put like that, then yes, maybe this is something to bust a vein over, noting how adamant Sunghoon is about Y/N being on time and all the intricacies that made the younger act this way; and it doesn't take long for Jay himself to spiral either the longer he has to witness Sunghoon go off on a rant while a series of past conversations flash into his mind, the recent news and his own findings of what could possibly be the reason why Y/N still isn’t back.
“Hey Sunghoon…” Jay starts, both hands finding purchase on the counter to anchor himself for what is possibly going to be the worst time of his life, “when you say Y/N is never late to anything, what exactly did you mean by that?”
Much like the look the older received from earlier, Sunghoon regards him with a look that straight up looked like he just called him stupid, “exactly what I said. Y/N is never late and if she was, it’d be only for a few minutes and she'd let me know. She hasn't answered my calls. She hasn't read my texts either." He arches an eyebrow at the sight of Jay’s face blanching. “What’s up with you? Why do you look like an angel is about to smite your ass?”
Jay grimaces at ‘angel’, but quickly moves past that considering there are more dire things to actually lose his cool over, “you have to swear you wont kick my ass after this.”
Sunghoon narrows his eyes, “I’ll kick your ass regardless, but I can’t promise I won’t leave you black and blue. I have a power source for a girlfriend, in case you forgot.”
“Satan, that’s even worse,” Jay sucks in his teeth then lets out a heavy sigh. It’s now or never. “Look, just let me explain everything before you give me third degree burns, okay?”
The younger one rolls his eyes, “It can’t be that bad.”
Oh but it is, especially if you happen to be Y/N’s boyfriend, but Jay will take his chances and hope the need to save her overwhelms Sunghoon’s need of throwing him inside a church and let him burn in there as petty revenge.
Jay pretty much explains everything; from the time Lucifer had told him of the rogue demon’s presence popping on Hell’s radar, the Four of Crows shtick where it involved him and three of Y/N’s friends breaking into a funeral home to investigate, the discussion of the demon possibly going after her once Heeseung told him the said demon is also an ex of Y/N's and taking the whole sacrificing thing into account.
“I’m not sure if you’ve been updated on the news, but the 12th victim has been identified recently and well… we had a feeling that Y/N might be the 13th.”
And it makes perfect sense too. Y/N is out there alone with none of them to keep an eye on her. It makes perfect sense that the demon could have possibly chosen this night of all nights to strike, when Y/N is at her most vulnerable with no one to ask for help. Jay can only hope that he’s wrong with the assumptions because he can imagine how cruel it would be if she was taken from Sunghoon just like that.
Jay supposes he was right on that train of thought, because the younger demon does not look too pleased at the revelation. In fact, he looks absolutely furious in being the last to know. But really, Jay had already expected this. He can blame Heeseung if Sunghoon does leave him in a black and blue heap.
“And you choose to tell me now? Right when my human could be in danger?” He hisses, Jay yelping when Sunghoon pulls him by the collar of his shirt.
“I just assumed! I never said it was a possibility!”
“What, and that’s supposed to help?!” Sunghoon smashes the bottle of Jack onto the ground. Jay is quick to make the mess vanish with a simple wave of his hand. “Tell me why I shouldn’t throw you into a horde of angels and let them crucify you right now.” He snarls, pulling Jay closer.
“Woah woah, Sunghoon, you’re not crucifying anyone here! And certainly not your brother!” Comes Jake’s voice as the youngest demon gets abruptly thrown back, the wind knocked out of him as he ends up landing on his back, hard.
A groan leaves him, eyes shut tightly from the pain that bloomed on his upper back as well as on the back of his head, though they quickly fly open in panic at the feeling of his body involuntarily going rigid, unable to move; and that’s when he sees Wonyoung standing over him, a hand encased in a lavender aura outstretched over his form. He’s quick to realize the same lavender veil is around him too.
“Stand down, Sunghoon.” The witch orders, giving him a look of warning “I’ll give you 10 seconds to relax before I release this petrifying spell.” The demon scowls. It’s easier said than done, but he does as he’s told anyway, once again closing his eyes to calm himself by breathing.
Sunghoon is back on his feet soon after and Wonyoung dutifully stays in close proximity in case he goes berserk yet again. He scoffs, “I don’t have time for this,” and turns on his heel to head for the door.
Jay, who has now recovered from the initial shock from his actions, calls out his name. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“To get Y/N, where else?” He grunts, shoving past Jake as he heads straight to the front door.
Jake doesn’t let up, equally stubborn, and grabs the back of the younger demon’s jacket to haul him back. “You don’t even know where she is! You know the trace is gone by now!” The blond argues, pulling Sunghoon back harder. “I get that you’re worried and I am too, but you lashing out like this isn’t going to help anyone!”
You’re letting your emotions get the best of you, Sunghoon. Satan, of all times he really has to hear Lucifer’s own words go on about his head. You're not thinking clearly and that’s why it’s a weakness. Calm yourself and try again. The memory is hazy to him now—hazy to picture himself in it; it’s been quite a while since he was subjected to the rigorous training all demons who carry the responsibility of striking deal with humans after all—The Dealers, as Satan would affectionately dub them—but Lucifer’s voice is loud and clear and it’s enough for Sunghoon to halt his steps.
“Standing around isn’t going to help anyone either, especially Y/N.” He huffs, folding his arms while turning around to face everybody. “Now do any of you have a plan?”
“Well first we obviously have to find out where Y/N is,” Heeseung speaks up, coming to stand before him just a few feet away from where the youngest of the demons stands, running his fingers through his fiery hair. “Though I have to apologize for not bringing this issue up sooner. I thought we’d have more time to come up with a plan to catch the demon.”
“Yeah,” It’s the goblin’s turn to speak up this time, Riki’s tall figure looming behind Heeseung’s with a sheepish smile. “None of us thought the demon would strike tonight.”
There’s a huff from Sunghoon’s right, jumping slightly when he turns to find Jungwon standing beside him unbothered that he surprised him, “kind of a weird coincidence that it chose the night where Y/N won’t have any of us looking after her.”
“Yes yes, we’re well aware of that, but can we cut to the chase? Heeseung, you know a tracking spell, right?” Wonyoung asks, giving him a pointed look to which the head witch waves off.
“Of course I do. Sunghoon,” He turns to the demon. “I’m gonna need that talisman you made for Y/N.”
Riki nods solemnly, throwing an arm around Jake, “the talisman of nightmares.”
The duo quits their snickering once they receive a piercing glare from the talisman’s maker himself. “It’s in the hallway.”
Everyone (besides the non-witches) watches Heeseung, Karina and Wonyoung stand in a circle grasping each other’s hands with fascination. The cursed looking talisman stands in the space in the middle as the three witches all chant an unknown language and this goes on for a minute or two before Sunghoon and the rest feels something shift in the air.
Heeseung is the first to open his eyes, “I’ve found Y/N. She’s in some kind of warehouse.”
“Right,” Wonyoung lets go of her fellow witch's hands. “I’ve managed to narrow it down to one and I think we should all leave now because it looks like she’s tied down.”
Riki’s eyes widened at that, scrambling off of his seat, “What?"
“Yes, there are a bunch of candles around her too.” Karina confirms, “there was someone with her too but we weren’t able to see just who exactly it was.”
“Oh wow, you guys really did throw a party.” All of them freeze at the sound of an extra voice coming from the hallway, “so who’s who?” And there’s Beomgyu, appearing as if he just woken up from a week long hibernation as he smiles politely at everyone.
Now Sunghoon is completely bewildered by this because he clearly remembers Y/N telling him that their temporary housemate also had Christmas plans. “Beomgyu what—” however, he doesn’t get to ask him what the hell he was still doing here because Wonyoung gets to the now screaming parasite first, using a spell to lift him up. “Wonyoung!”
“Of course a man would be behind all of this.” The youngest of the witches seethes, lifting Beomgyu up higher who only appears confused at what she said. “What did you do to Y/N?”
“What the fuck are you talking about?! Nothing!” Beomgyu continues to struggle against the invisible force lifting him up. “Would you please let me down?!”
Wonyoung’s appropriate response to his request is to lift him higher. The disbelief on Beomgyu’s face was almost enough to have Sunghoon cracking up in laughter if it weren’t for the gravity of the situation, “so you aren’t the demon after Y/N?” She asks him. The parasite makes a face, “or helping the demon?”
“Girl, what are you talking about? I’m a Kitsune, look—” with a poof, a pair of pale blond fox ears pop into view on top of Beomgyu’s head along with the three tails of the same color swishing behind him. “See? Not a demon, nor am I affiliated with a demon after Y/N. Now will you let me down?”
“Oh.” Wonyoung’s face blanks, “my bad.”
Sunghoon winces when the kitsune lands in a heap with an alarmed shout. “I thought you had plans with your friends?” He asks at the same time Sunoo mutters about almost everyone ‘being a supernatural’ these days. “Y/N told me.”
Beomgyu gets back on his feet with a groan, glaring briefly at the witch, “I had plans, yeah. But I overslept.” He grumbles, “Is everyone here a supernatural? ‘Cause you all seem pretty chill about me being one.”
“I’m a demon,” Sunghoon simply answers (the rest who are supernaturals following after in quick succession) as he turns to where Heeseung and Karina stand together, wearing matching scowls directed at the fox spirit. “I’m gonna be honest, I was about to accuse the parasite of being in cahoots with whoever demon that is, but why did you two warn me about the idiot?”
Karina shrugs, inspecting her nails, “kitsunes are known tricksters, might as well let you know what you’re dealing with… or did you not sense that at all?” She raises an eyebrow and then snorts when she doesn’t get an answer, “from all the complaining you did on twitter, I thought you’ve figured it out.”
The demon avoids Karina’s gaze, “perhaps… I was preoccupied by something else to pay attention if Beomgyu was a mythical creature or not.”
She giggles, “of course you were.”
The kitsune raises both of his hands, “hey man, I’m only here because I really have no place to stay at the moment. I swear I don’t plan on killing Y/N.” Beomgyu side-eyes the youngest witch, “besides she’d kill me first.”
Wonyoung grunts, “good, or you and I will have a problem.”
“Yeah! Very interesting turn of events, really, but can we go now?” Everybody all turns their attention to Jungwon already making his way towards the front door, peering questioningly over his shoulder once he pauses in his steps. “For all we know Y/N might as well be on the verge of death as we speak.”
“Happy holidays, I guess.” Yeonjun mutters, taking a generous gulp from his beer. “Humans will be staying since my boyfriend is out-cold on the couch.”
“Wait, hang on, if the fox spirit isn’t behind all this… then who is?” Riki asks.
“Oh, I think I have an idea on who it might be.” Sunghoon gives them a humorless smile, feeling a vein pulse on his temple.
“You know, I thought something was up when I brought up your relocation to my parents.” Y/N hisses as she struggles against the ropes. “Because I know for a fact my ex-girlfriend would have at least let me know if she wanted to end things and not ghost me.” She doesn't miss the way Minjeong’s figure tensed in the midst of her lighting the assortment of dark-colored candles surrounding the both of them.
She tried to yank both of her hands free from the bindings again, but to no avail, Minjeong really did a good job with tying her down. Y/N huffs, “I was a little confused when mother-dearest told me she never sent you abroad, that you just upped and left without a trace and came to her asking for your job back as if nothing happened. Right after her old secretary mysteriously died.”
“Never knew you cared that much about me, if I’m being honest.” Minjeong mutters as she turns around to face her captive with a smirk. “Though I’m not really sure if I should be surprised that you’re still gullible even after all this time. You’ve always tried seeing the good in people.”
Satan help me, is she about to go on a villain monologue? Y/N gives her a withering look.
Perhaps if she had chosen to stay longer with her parents through that mind-numbing conversation about future business plans, she would have avoided all of this; avoid being taken to a warehouse, avoid being tied down on top of a drawn-in-red pentagram and possibly avoid death altogether as Y/N watches Minjeong brandish an absurdly huge knife from butt-fuck out-of-nowhere.
Y/N's eyes widen lightly when the steel blade glints under the dim lighting, “lord, I’m actually living a Jennifer’s Body scene, coolcoolcool…” She mutters to herself, not minding the demon’s (yes, Y/N figured she was a demon the moment her mother’s secretary lifted her up as if she weighs nothing) complete look of bewilderment. “Why are you even doing this?”
“Well…” Minjeong starts, heels of her boots clicking against the cemented floor as she takes slow and measured steps around the pentagram—around Y/N with mild interest in the knife. “Little girls have big dreams, Y/N.” She says with the false pretense of innocence, lips pulling into a mocking pout. “Mine just happens to be bigger than most.”
Maybe she can draw this out longer until one of her friends—or preferably her boyfriend Sunghoon—realizes that maybe her being gone for so long is a cry for help. “And that involves sacrificing me?”
“Oh good. At least your deduction skills seem to be working. Could you tell with the blood-red pentagram?” Y/N glares when Minjeong bursts into a fit of giggles, still walking in circles around her. “I’ve got to say, if I hadn’t seen The Mark on your wrist, none of this would have happened, so thank you, Y/N. If it weren’t for you, my dreams wouldn’t have been a reality.”
In usual situations that involved someone expressing their gratitude, Y/N would have returned the enthusiasm back; all smiles as she tells them ‘you’re welcome’ and a warm feeling settling in her chest from the fact that she was able to help someone in need.
She’s not as keen right now though, even if Minjeong looked quite breathtaking with a smile on her face, but she was anything but in Y/N’s eyes because right before is a demon with purpose and the smile she had grown to love in the past was only a gateway to her death once the pad of Minjeong’s fingers trace the blunt side of the knife.
“Tell me, Y/N, have you ever dreamt of taking over a kingdom?”
“Not really. I mean, you were always the ambitious one between the two of us.”
Minjeong sniffs, visibly displeased at the human’s answer, “pity. I would have spared your life if you agreed on taking over Hell with me. It’s about time it had a female ruler after Lilith.”
Y/N can’t help but scoff. Yep, ever the ambitious one. “No offense but ‘taking over Hell’? Isn’t Satan more powerful than you are? You’re probably a lower ranking demon if you went out of your way to kill a dozen of Marked Ones for power.” She chuckles, looking up at the metal beams above them in wonder and completely missing the fury that slowly twisted the demon’s face. Can Hoonie hurry up? I wanna go home.
Though, the demon quickly catches herself from slipping, masking her growing ire with the smile that easily finds its way back onto her face, slowing down her steps. “I’m the ambitious one, remember? I’d do anything to get what I want.” Minjeong’s laugh is soft, stopping to stand right in front of where Y/N’s feet lay bound.
“Do me a favor, won’t you, my darling Y/N?”
Y/N decides to humor her in spite of how unnerved she is at the demon’s sudden sweet-talk, a wry grin curling her lips, “what?”
But the amusement is quickly wiped away as Y/N's face blanches when the demon’s eyes glow an eerie blood-red, matched with a grin showcasing two rows of sharp teeth.
“Scream for me.” And Minjeong raises the knife.
a/n: everybody apologize to Beomgyu right now he really was just here to cause chaos and distract you guys LMFAO tho props to that one anon who guessed it was Minjeong (Winter) even though I had to essentially lie when I told them it wasn't 🤪 gotta lie to save my ass sometimes 🤣 see you friday <3
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𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Sunghoon wasn’t expecting to be sent to the mortal world by his “father”, much less being forced into attending college (he’s a demon! why would he need to?!) and being accidentally summoned by a clueless human almost had him marching straight into Hell to have a word with its ruler. Only he couldn’t, because he was already bound to you by a fucking paper-cut sealing your contract which means he can’t just leave the mortal world without taking something of yours in return.
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DEUCE! — set 31: "I'm swimming in everything you said"
word count: 1.7K
warning(s): sad and confused y/n :(
“… Then one day I woke up and you weren’t… there like you used to be.”
Y/N finds herself staring up at the ceiling of the dorm room (BHU was kind enough to let the volleyball teams use the unoccupied on-campus dorm rooms) she shared with Yoon and Jimin, not feeling drowsy at all unlike the two mentioned. It was rather difficult to fall asleep when all you could think about is the recent realization you had of harboring feelings for your supposed arch-nemesis. Buried feelings, specifically.
It’s true, what Jay said back in the storage shed. Jay and Y/N used to be so close and the latter was usually seen following the young setter wherever he would go. They came as a package deal, you wouldn’t ever see one without the other on most occasions, so it did raise some eyebrows when they saw Jay alone throughout their time in middle school, the starry-eyed Y/N absent as the young setter went on ahead as if nothing was amiss, as if he wasn’t missing something.
Y/N remembers that day very well; the day where everything changed for both of them just because she couldn’t keep what she was feeling for her best friend any longer and she ended up shouting her confession after dragging Jay with her to the gymnasium.
* * *
The silence that came after her confession was deafening, the gymnasium felt bigger than it already was as a thirteen year old Jay looked at her in mild surprise.
“Are you serious, Y/N?” He asks, voice tight and unsure as his sharp eyes bore into hers.
“Of course I am! Why would I joke about this? I like you, like a lot actually.” She says, sicncerity etched in each of the words she spoke. Silence once again fills in the blanks for the both of them as Y/N broke eye contact in favor of looking at her twiddling thumbs, waiting for what Jay had to say.
She hears Jay let out a heavy sigh, “look, I appreciate your honesty, but do I look like I have the time for silly things like this?” The girl looks up from her fingers then, lips pursing at the stern look twisting Jay’s features.
“But—”
“But nothing, Y/N. I’m not like you and I never will be. I wasn’t born with insane talent like you.” Y/N’s breath hitches when he spat out the last word as if it was poison as the young setter’s eyebrows knit together further as he spoke, “I wasn’t born a volleyball genius and frankly, it pisses me off that you hardly have to do anything because you’re just so perfect, aren’t you?” Y/N felt like crying then and there, eyeing his sarcastic smile in disbelief; has Jay felt like this this whole time? Feeling trapped underneath her shadow? Why didn’t he tell her?
“That’s not true!” She’s quick to deny that claim. “I work just as hard as you do and you know it!” Her voice shook slightly as she yelled.
“Then why the fuck is it taking me so long to get the jump serve right?! You already got it down in what—just a week? And I’m stuck here having to mind my form and timing or whatever coach was yelling at me for.”
“Jongseong, I’m your best friend! If you would just let me help you—”
“I don’t need your help! What I need from you right now is to leave me alone!”
“What… you—you don’t mean that… Jongseong, please I—”
“I said leave me alone, Y/N!” She flinches, staring at Jay with wide eyes full as his heavy breathing accompanied the silence surrounding them.
“Fine,” She says quietly, her voice shaky, chewing the inside of her cheek as tears blurred her vision. “Fine.” Y/N says firmly this time, “if that’s what you want.”
* * *
She walked out of the gymnasium without looking back at her best friend, not even once as the tears she'd been holding back slid down her burning cheeks. After all, Y/N was walking away from the only person she loved more than volleyball, why she did the most when it came to what she already does best, even if she was well aware that she had it easy, being born with natural talent.
All she wanted was for Jay to look past the prodigy bullshit and see her, Jeon Y/N, his best friend who had stuck with him through thick and thin, the one who held his hand when his mother cleaned his scraped knee and the one who never failed to toss for her every time she asked or when Jay wanted to work on his sets.
Half of her wanted to run back to him, apologize and tell him to forget what she said, but her anger was louder, deafening even, telling her to not waste her time on someone who clearly didn’t want anything to do with her.
Y/N gave Jay exactly what he asked of her, she left him alone after that and never reached out in hopes of him reaching out first, but that never happened. Jay seemed fine after the whole thing went down too, which only fueled her resentment and resorted to seeking his attention by getting under his skin. It obviously wasn’t one of her best decisions, but as long as it worked; getting his attention, having his eyes on her, she pushed through with it despite what Jay would bite back, bruising her ego as much as her own scathing words could in return.
It was for the best anyway. Y/N thinks as she shifts onto her side, cuddling the pillow tightly to her. If it wasn’t for their fall-out, she wasn’t sure if she would be just as good as she is now, considering she followed Jay around like a lost puppy. If she did that any longer, who knows if her volleyball career would have been fruitful like it is now. Still, that doesn’t mean she didn’t miss him—well, the Jay who didn’t blow up at her during one of his worst days.
Park Jongseong was her whole world, right when she and Jay became aware of each other when they were just learning to walk; that is until volleyball became a permanent fixture in her life and Y/N had to learn how to navigate her adoration for Jay and the sport. It was only to her relief that Jay had shown interest in the sport as well and it just started from there.
Until things obviously went downhill.
Y/N supposes that she’s a hypocrite, telling Jay to just forget about the past when she can do anything but.
As Jungwon said, Jay is totally different from the person he was at thirteen, bullheaded and filled with pride and the want to prove himself. The Jay she had talked hours ago was nothing of the sort; he was a lot calmer, a lot less brazen as he was a child, wore his heart on his sleeve and that should be enough for Y/N to just forget, right?
But it wasn’t that simple for her, not when Jay had hurt her so deeply all those years ago that all she could see was Jay telling her he didn’t have time for meager things such as feelings, how furious he looked when she offered to help or the way he yelled at her to leave him alone, and he had never yelled at her with so much rage until that day, how his usually soft-spoken demeanor (well, towards her anyways) vanished in an instant.
Y/N didn't realize she was crying, or even full on sobbing until someone slipped underneath the covers behind her.
“Shh, Y/N, why are you crying?” It’s Yoon and Y/N just cries even harder, turning over to bury herself closer into the middle blocker's hold as she shakes her head ‘no’, not wanting to answer. “Okay. It’s okay, let it all out.” Yoon wraps her arms around the captain, shushing her as she shoots Jimin, who had also woken up from Y/N’s cries, a bewildered look.
The setter sighs, throwing the covers off of herself as she trudges towards the bed where two of her friends and teammates are currently sharing, doing the same as what Yoon did as she used the pillow Y/N was gripping onto as her own as she gently pets the captain on the head.
“Now I don’t know why you’re being a crybaby right now and I won’t pry, but just know that you can tell us anything, right?” Jimin mumbles loud enough for both Y/N and Yoon to hear. Yoon snorts, shaking her head as she tightens her hold around the weeping girl as the latter nods quietly, sniffling all the while. “Try and get some sleep. We have a long day tomorrow.”
It’s lost to Y/N why she ended up crying just from remembering what had happened almost a decade ago. Was she simply overwhelmed over the realization? Could be. She thought she was doing well with keeping her feelings at bay, but Park Jongseong just had to smile at her like that, didn’t he? Hold her close to him as if she was the most precious thing in the world and he was scared to lose her and that could be the reason why it sent her emotions into overdrive.
Or was it because she was scared of what Jay could say if she decided to come clean about the unwavering admiration she had for the setter?
After all, even if it’s been so long since she and Jay had been on the same side of the court, she still considers him to be the best setter she’s ever had and she could only hope that Jay thought the same; Y/N being the best wing spiker he had ever had.
Park Jongseong was her world, still is probably and Y/N dreaded the day where he decides to look at someone else.
a/n: did u guys really think i'll let u live in peace?? LMFAOOOOOOO
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summary: one may ask, what would happen if you put a prodigy and a hard worker in one room? Absolute chaos. Jay and Y/N absolutely hated each other’s guts. Having been rivals from middle school until present, it’s a cruel twist of fate that they ended up going to the same university years later. To make matters even worse, both have been selected as captains for the men’s and women’s volleyball team respectively.
The coaches, the managers—hell, both teams knew they had to put an end to this ridiculous beef as they were slowly tarnishing the esteemed reputation of both teams, but the question is: how?
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DEUCE! — set 47: "say you know me”
word count: 3.6K
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“I’m surprised you’re not losing your shit at the fact that I’m in your bedroom right now, Hoon.”
Sunghoon’s cheeks flush with a beautiful shade of pink at Y/N’s teasing remark, scoffing when she starts giggling as he goes back to rendering one of his perspective drawings with much vigor. “Yeah well, it’s kind of hard to when you realize how much of a fucking idiot you looked fawning over your idol.” He mumbles, uncapping a color marker labeled ‘burnt sienna’, “besides, I have other things to be worrying about right now.”
Y/N hums, leaning against the desk chair Sunghoon had hauled in from Hyunjin’s room as she peers around the interior designer’s spacious bedroom. Sunghoon’s room is way bigger than hers, a necessity when Y/N thinks about it considering he does need a drafting table because of his major that required frequent handmade outputs.
Sunghoon is understandably the one situated at said drafting table while Y/N on the other hand takes refuge at his computer desk, her laptop propped up while she works on adding the much needed details on the remaining sketches the interior designer had given her.
“So, Y/N…” Sunghoon starts, a pleased smile curling on his lips as he looks at his work. “Do you mind answering a question?”
Y/N hums, tapping her cheek with her pencil in thought, “if it's about me giving you a chance, it’s a no, sorry.”
Sunghoon sputters, “I know that! And that wasn’t my question!” He pinches his nose bridge, letting out a sigh. How does Jay put up with her?
Y/n snorts, going back to sketching out a pinafore dress on a mannequin, “well? We don’t have all day.” This’ll look good in brown. She thinks, making sure to write it down with a pencil so Sunghoon could take her suggestion into consideration.
“You like Jay, don’t you?”
The captain’s scribbling screeches to a halt, looking over her shoulder to stare at Sunghoon with wide eyes and mouth slightly agape.
“That,” the interior design major starts as he points at her with his index finger, his free hand resting on his hip, “right there is a ‘yes,’ I’m assuming.” And a smug smirk spreads on the vice captain’s lips as he watches Y/N struggle to speak, obviously flustered. He laughs when she drops her pencil.
“How’d you know?”
“I have working eyes, Captain.” Sunghoon then grins, “and you’re really cute when you’re flustered.” He narrowly dodges an eraser thrown his way as he cackles again.
“Don’t be a dickhead!”
“Hey, I meant it as a compliment!” Sunghoon raises both of his hands in surrender when Y/N was about to hurl the head of her T-square at him and knowing her strength, she could definitely make it hurt. “Also, I kinda put two and two together, you know? After years of following your volleyball career since middle school—”
“Yeah, not creepy at all—” Y/N interjects.
But Sunghoon continues on as if he didn’t hear anything, “nothing was mentioned about you being romantically involved with anyone and you didn’t seem interested in that shit at all; that and the fact that you only had eyes for one person even when Hyunjin and I were literally throwing ourselves at your feet.” He looks up at her after listing everything with his fingers, “you know where I’m getting at, right?”
Y/N rolls her eyes, pouting, “yeah.” She mumbles.
“I also found it interesting that you always seem to go out of your way to argue with him before. Then I slowly began to realize that it was your own… peculiar way of getting his attention and let me tell you, It always worked.”
Y/N laughs softly, resting her cheek on the palm of her hand, “I mean I made sure whatever I said pissed Jongseong off so much that he has to give me his full attention. I think I did a great job on keeping his eyes on me.” Shrugging, she sighs, resting her chin on her arms.
Sunghoon snorts, flashing her a knowing smile, “good thing I can attest to that then. Did you know that Jay has never really had a serious relationship?”
“I wouldn’t know. I mean, we weren’t really civil enough for me to know about that. Something I deeply regret, by the way.” She grimaces.
He shrugs, “either way, it’s true. The people he’s been with always complained that he never had enough time for them since he always thinks about Volleyball, you know?”
“And why are you telling me this, Hoon?”
“Y/N, you’re literally just like him and I think the two of you would be perfect together. After all, you both understand each other when it comes to your dedication to the sport and it seems like you know each other better than anyone else too. For all we know, Jay might like you back.” Sunghoon says with a knowing smile, whether he means to give her such an expression or to make Y/N feel better out of pity, she doesn’t think much about it.
Y/N hums, a bitter smile pulling at her lips as she lets her gaze drop to her pencil case. “Ah, I’m… not really sure about that.” She takes Sunghoon’s eyebrows furrowing in confusion as her cue to continue, “I mean, I did see him kiss my teammate last week at Mark’s party.”
The vice captain gapes in disbelief, “no… Is this why you've been so cold to him lately?”
“Yeah.” She frowns, “so can we talk about something else now?”
“How about you tell me some embarrassing stories about Jay in his youth to make yourself feel better?”
* * *
It’s nearing six in the evening when Y/N leaves Sunghoon’s room after he had profusely thanked her for the helping hand. The door clicks shut behind her as she walks out of the corridor where their rooms were stationed and into the huge living area, humming in approval at the overall design of the place. She hadn’t realized she was dawdling around longer than intended until the front door opening shakes her out of her thoughts.
“I’m home…” Jay calls, taking off his jacket as Y/N stands there frozen, not knowing what to do as she watches the other captain toss his keys into a copper bowl resting on a decorative table. “Y/N?”
The women’s captain smiles a tad awkwardly, lifting up a hand, “Hey.”
Jay knits his eyebrows together, placing his belongings down as he walks towards her, “what are you doing here?”
“Ah, I was here for Sunghoon actually and I was just about to leave.” Y/N explains, pointing to the front door.
“Sunghoon?” Jay says incredulously, “what for?”
“To help him?” Y/N answers, her eyebrows knit together as she gazed at Jay’s hardened face in concern, “what’s up with you? Why are you so worked up?”
Jay closes his eyes, jaw clenching before he opens them, staring down at the girl with eyes so sharp that Y/N swears he can see her entire soul. “I was waiting all night for you at the party.” He starts, his voice firm. “Be honest with me, you were there, weren’t you?”
“I don’t—”
“Karina told me you were there, Y/N. Don’t lie to me.” Jay grits out, eyes narrowing dangerously when Y/N’s own pair widen. Shit. “At first I thought that maybe you did head home early since you got ‘sick’, I gave you the benefit of doubt because I know you had your reasons. Then you started giving me the cold shoulder so I gave you space and now you’re here, for Sunghoon.”
The captain feels a sinking sensation in her stomach as she racks her brain for any words to placate his anger. Just by the way he spits out his best friend’s name, she already knows what he’s thinking. “Jay, whatever you are thinking right now, it is not it. You’re angry at me lying to you, I get that, but please calm down and let me explain—“
“Calm down? First you ditched me at the party when I made it clear I wanted to see you, wanted to spend some time with you, only to see you leave my best friend's bedroom a week later? Tell me, what the fuck am I supposed to think?”
“What, do you honestly think I went behind your back and fucked your best friend to mess with your head? Is that it?”
Y/N heart sinks when Jay only snaps his mouth shut, frustration pulling at his features as he closes his eyes, breathing out a harsh sigh. “Y/N…“
The captain feels her eyes sting. Did he really think that?
“I can’t believe—Is that what you really think of me? Desperate enough to pull that off just to mess with you? Jongseong, I know our… history is complicated at best, but I would never make it personal, I would never turn your friends against you either. How could you think that?” Y/N’s voice cracks as tears start to blur her vision. “You of all people should know that I would never stoop that low.” The tears are falling now, hot against her cheeks as Y/N’s shoulders shook.
“Yes, I was at the party. Yes, I lied to you about being sick.” Y/N sucks in a breath, furiously wiping away the tears that won’t just fucking stop. “I lied because I saw you kiss Sumin, my own fucking teammate. How the fuck am I supposed to react when I watched the man I spent my years admiring from afar kiss someone that wasn’t me?” Jay’s eyes widened at that as the tension from his form slowly went away. What?
“I saw you, Jongseong and I didn’t say anything because who am I to dictate who you should and shouldn’t kiss? We aren’t even together.” And it hurts watching her face screw up as she says that, knowing it’s the truth that unfortunately became so when he had rejected her confession all those years ago. Maybe then she wouldn’t be hurting like this—maybe then she wouldn’t be hurting like this because of him.
The guilt at this point starts seeping into the setter as he takes a step closer to her, but Y/N quickly takes a step back as she sobs, making Jay’s heart crack as he continues to watch her break piece by piece right in front of him. “So why am I different? I didn’t do anything wrong. I’m only here to help Sunghoon out and nothing else.” She says quietly through her tears.
“I didn’t kiss Sumin.” Jay blurts out, “I swear I didn’t. She was about to, but I told her I was taken.” And he hopes that Y/N knows what he means, but he already knows it’s too late and the damage has already been done.
As expected, it only fuels her anger, her breath hitching at the information, “and that’s supposed to make me feel better?” She hissed, “not after you implied I was fucking around with Sunghoon? I yelled at her and I never do that unless one of my teammates deserved it!” Somehow, that made her even more distraught; the fact that she had upset her own teammate for something she hadn’t even done and of course she would. She’s the captain and Y/N knew she had used her position to get the upper hand.
And the way Y/N looks at Jay makes him wish that he could turn back time to re-do all of this. He knows that his short temperament will be his downfall one day and he always prides himself for keeping his cool especially when it involves Y/N and her past taunts. Now that his anger got the better of him, he knows he can’t use that as an excuse to hurt her in the worst way possible. Of course he knows she wouldn’t stoop that low and he knows there was no going back from his mistake.
“Tell me, was all of this just a joke to you? Are my feelings for you really that insignificant that you thought it was okay to hurt me? Do you really still see me as a nuisance?” Her tears by now are gone, but the evidence is still there—the evidence that Jay has once again carelessly broke Y/N’s heart by his words alone.
Y/N laughs bitterly when he doesn’t answer, “all my life, all I want is for you to see me as me, not Jeon Y/N the prodigy, not Jeon Y/N the brat but your Jeon Y/N. The one who watched you make your very first serve over the net when we were 6, the one who held your hand when we were at the doctor’s for spraining your ankle at 8, the one who gave you that silver ring around your neck when you turned 12.” Y/N sucks in a breath, clenching her fists so hard that she feels the biting sting her nails caused to her palms.
“You say that you know me more than anyone else, yet you’re so quick to assume the worst of me.” Jay’s lips press into a thin line at her words as he avoids eye-contact. Y/N scoffs, typical. “I don’t even care if you reject my feelings. I know when I’ve been rejected. But this? It hurts so fucking much coming from you, you have no idea.” The captain’s voice—usually leveled and loud for her teammates to hear clearly—shakes, but Y/N wills herself not to cry again. She already wasted enough tears, letting Jay witness her cry her heart out too and frankly, she wasn’t up for a part two.
Silence encompasses them both, save for Y/N’s sniffling and hiccups as she hastily wipes her tears away using the sleeve of the hoodie she’s wearing. It’s deafening, daunting too as Jay only stands there watching her, not knowing what to say. However, she is not in the mood to waste her time and so she quickly composes herself, hiking her backpack higher up her shoulders. “Right, I guess we’re done here. Nice chatting with you, Jay.”
His eyes widen as she makes her leave, skirting around him hurriedly but he’s quick to shoot his hand out to hold her hand, “Y/N wait! I’m sorry! didn’t mean—”
“No, Jay. I don’t want to talk to you right now until you set your head straight—until we both set our heads straight, so please let me go.”
Jay can only nod, letting the captain’s hand fall from his grasp as he watches her leave. The door closed gently and he was honestly expecting her to slam the door, but Jay guessed she was trying to be the bigger person at the moment, unlike him.
The setter sluggishly makes his way towards the coach, plopping heavily on it as he releases a sigh.
Jay can’t really defend himself from this one.
Not only did his anger get the best of him, but it made him say all the things that weren't even remotely true. Jealousy won’t ever be a valid excuse either. He had no reason to be jealous; there wasn’t any to begin with, nor had he any right to be. She wasn’t his, nor was he hers and it absolutely sucked that it was the case. He was doing so well too; he and Y/N were making such good process, he was making such good process on breaking down the walls the same captain had built against him, but he had fucked that all up for assuming the worst.
Jay isn’t an idiot; he knows he isn’t an idiot. He was selected as captain for a reason, besides the fact that he’s one of Korea’s top setters. He has a logical approach to things—well, tries to, in order to counteract how his emotions could steer his judgment when stressed—any negative emotion, really—gets the best of him. His tactics on the court were always logical too; Jay’s a quick thinker, something he was known for and the crowd always eats it up whenever he displays his millisecond mental debate on what to do.
But somehow, watching Y/N, his supposed insufferable rival and what he considered the absolute epitome of what a Volleyball player should be, what he wanted to be, rendered him stupid; incapable of critical thinking that he let his mouth run loose and at this point, Park Jongseong, hailed as some what of a genius on court, isn’t entirely sure if he’d be given another chance to make things right between them.
“Honestly Jay, are you a fucking idiot?”
Jay jumps at the sound of Sunghoon’s voice, whirling around to see the man himself standing just a few feet away from where he sits, hands both in the pockets of his sweatpants and face understandably sporting a very unimpressed expression as the vice captain stares him down.
“I definitely feel like one, thanks.” The captain signs, leaning heavily against the backrest of the couch, closing his eyes. “I assume you heard everything?”
“Yeah, I did. At least that’s one assumption you got right.” Jay’s eyes snap open to glare at Sunghoon, “don’t give me that, Jay-ah. You’re the one who fucked up. You have no room to be mad at anyone except yourself. Though I guess it’s kind of my fault too that I forgot to tell you that Y/N was coming over to help me.” Sunghoon rounds the sofa to the side beside the captain. “So I’m sorry.”
Jay snorts, smiling wryly at his best friend, “why are you apologizing? As you’ve said, I’m the one who fucked up. It should be me apologizing for assuming that you were… sleeping with Y/N in secret.”
The vice captain scrunches his nose at the thought, “Jay-ah, as much as I admire Y/N for her craft, I would never go after someone who obviously wants someone else—oh don’t act surprised, I can be observant when I want to, you know?” Sunghoon gently punches Jay on the arm, “she really likes you Jay. Haven’t you realized that Y/N has never looked at anyone else but you?”
“Oh, I know. But I never would have guessed that she has been since middle school.” And that fact has Jay’s heart fluttering at the thought. She waited that long for him? He honestly thought that she had moved on. After all, he broke her heart into pieces when they were just thirteen…and then he broke her heart again for the second time when he accused her of sleeping with his best friend.
Jay groans, running both sets of his fingers through his hair, mussing it all up, “fuck.” I fucked up.
He doesn’t even know if Y/N plans to forgive him, hell, he'll understand if she never forgives him.
“You like her too, don’t you?”
Jay smiles, hand reaching up to hold the silver ring dangling from the dainty silver chain, “so fucking much, Hoon and I’m scared that I’ve just lost my chance to win her back again.”
But Jay isn’t a quitter. Knowing himself, he’d do absolutely anything for her at this point in time. He regrets letting her slip through his fingers once, and hell if he’s letting that happen again.
Y/N was the only one who understood how much Volleyball meant to him and fuck if he’s letting someone as amazing as her go; his better half, his partner in crime and his soulmate.
“Jay-ah… you didn’t really kiss Sumin, right?” Sunghoon inquires, staring at him expectantly.
“What the fuck, of course I didn’t! I haven’t even kissed anyone yet! I’m saving myself for Y/N, if you must know!”
“Ah, spoken like a true virgin, love that for you.” Sunghoon says, a smile reminiscent of a proud father’s gracing his handsome features and laughing when Jay smacks him on the shoulder as a bright red tint coats his entire face. “God it’s actually so pathetic hearing that from BLU’s ‘ruthless’ Volleyball Captain, but it’s cute how you’re so smitten with Y/N. Welcome to the club, man.” He laughs, patting his back.
Jay groans, burying his face into his hands, “please don’t insult me by putting us in the same category.”
“You say that now, Jay-ah, but I can already see you being at her beck and call.” And Jay won’t say it out loud, but he already kind of is. He bought her ten boxes of fried chicken when he didn’t need to, just because he wanted to cheer her up. God, he’s already getting a head start.
“You know, Y/N strikes me as the type to not need anyone in her life, but she still chooses you even when I’m obviously the better choice. Imagine how beautiful our kids would have been.” Sunghoon sighs in a very dramatic fashion. Jay, understandably so, isn’t impressed and reaches over to flick his ear, earning a sharp yelp in return.
“I know you’re just pulling my leg, but don’t push it.” Jay grumbles.
“Ah yes, the jealous and protective boyfriend appears. Why am I not surprised?” Says Sunghoon, bemused. “It’d be a miracle if Y/N still gives you a chance after all this.”
Jay swallows thickly, a wry smile curling on his lips, “I’ll be forever grateful if she does.”
And Jay can only hope that Y/N does.
a/n: just so you know, this is the last piece of angst im putting out for this series I cant do it anymore!! 👹👹
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summary: one may ask, what would happen if you put a prodigy and a hard worker in one room? Absolute chaos. Jay and Y/N absolutely hated each other’s guts. Having been rivals from middle school until present, it’s a cruel twist of fate that they ended up going to the same university years later. To make matters even worse, both have been selected as captains for the men’s and women’s volleyball team respectively.
The coaches, the managers—hell, both teams knew they had to put an end to this ridiculous beef as they were slowly tarnishing the esteemed reputation of both teams, but the question is: how?
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𝐌𝐘 (𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋) 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄
𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐋𝐕: 𝐢’𝐦 𝐬𝐫𝐬.
note: please read the author’s note at the end thank you!
a/n: last update for the week! Also i am sad to say that demon roomie will reach it’s end soon and the update schedule starting next week will be MWF 10PM (PHT) as I am once again posting back-to-back written updates!
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𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Sunghoon wasn’t expecting to be sent to the mortal world by his “father”, much less being forced into attending college (he’s a demon! why would he need to?!) and being accidentally summoned by a clueless human almost had him marching straight into Hell to have a word with its ruler. Only he couldn’t, because he was already bound to you by a fucking paper-cut sealing your contract which means he can’t just leave the mortal world without taking something of yours in return.
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𝐌𝐘 (𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋) 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄
𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐋𝐕𝐈𝐈: 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐮𝐧
word count: 5.4K (oh hell 💀)
warning(s): mentions of death, alcohol consumption and implied violence.
note(s): rogue demon reveal 👉🏼🤪👈🏼 also maybe grab a snack and drink... or both 👍🏼
December 24, 2021 - 6:51 PM
My little human ❤️🔥: hoonie can you come in here for a sec?
It doesn’t take Sunghoon too long to act on Y/N’s request, excusing himself from Heeseung and Karina who are currently in the middle of of setting up everything considering Y/N, who's supposed to be hosting the annual Christmas dinner party, isn’t able to due to her prior plans.
He knocks on Y/N’s door, only stepping in once his human tells him to come in because as much as she’s shameless, the demon still values giving her the space and privacy she needs and he doesn’t really know what to expect every time he enters her bedroom. Though he may have an idea on what his human could be up to if he takes her Christmas evening plans into account; primping up to look presentable enough to not fall under her own parents’ scrutiny for once.
In spite of all that, Sunghoon still considers what Y/N likes to do when it comes to killing time; and while she does want to put at least a bit of effort in being civil with her parents, the demon wouldn’t put it past him that she might as well be slacking off in her preparations. Y/N could either be playing that new Pokémon game she’s been drowning herself in lately and called him so she could give him an example of what competitive battling looks like along with its technicalities; or she could be reading through one her books of the occult and wanted to ask him if whatever is written on it held some sort of truth, being a century-something-old demon and all.
What greets him is none of what he expects of his roommate now-turned girlfriend, but he’s more so correct in assuming she is indeed gussying up for a night out with her parents. There was something missing, however; her hair, for one, looked polished in its clean hair-do, along with the light makeup that enhanced her features. But when he take in the sight of Y/N in her dress—
“You’re not wearing pastel.” It comes out more as a statement than a question as Sunghoon pushes the door closed behind him with a wave of a hand.
Y/N startles at his voice, gaze breaking away from her own reflection to give him a withering look the moment he snickers. “I was gonna, but mom’s secretary wanted me to wear this.” She sighs and turns to look at her reflection again.
Sunghoon hums in response, the corners of his lips twitching in amusement from watching a pout settle on his human’s lips as he walks towards her. “So what do you need me for? Fashion advice? Some ‘hyping up’ as you kids would call it?”
She grimaces, “don’t say that. It makes it sound like I’m dating an old man.”
The demon arches an eyebrow, “I technically am though? A century-something-old demon? Ring any bells, little human?”
“Yeah but…” Y/N makes a face, no doubt racking her brain for the right words. “You don’t look a day over 20… something, so it’s different.”
“Alright, enough technicalities about my age.” He sighs, “what can I help you with?”
“Zipper’s stuck,” she grumbles, turning her back to him to showcase the mini problem she’s facing at the moment. “Can you pull it up for me?”
Sunghoon blinks, eyes trailing over the sight of her skin beneath the opening of her dress in wonder as he gulps, mouth suddenly dry, “of course. Let me just…” The demon crowds closer behind her, a tentative hand resting on her hip as the other holds the dainty zipper and pulls it up without any thought other than to get the task over with before he explodes.
He still has the mind to be gentle amidst the mental turmoil, gently smoothing down the sides of her dress to rid of any wrinkles before his hands rest on the dips of her waist, “there we go.”
Y/N smiles, nodding in gratitude as she takes in her reflection. “So how do I look? ‘Cause I’ll be honest, this feels so weird.” Oh Sunghoon can definitely tell how weirded out she is just from her face alone.
Of course she would be, being someone who stood by anything pastel. Judging by the dramatics, wearing anything on the darker spectrum is not a frequent occurrence if Y/N is this unsure of herself. It’s definitely something new to get used to for both parties, though Sunghoon is quickly growing fond of the idea, if the smile pulling at his lips as he watches Y/N fumble with her dress wasn’t enough proof.
“You look beautiful.” He states with no hesitation and immediately, Y/N flusters at the out of nowhere, but very welcomed compliment, earning a chuckle from him while she makes a face, clicking her tongue. Nonetheless, she still leans against his chest, which then leads the demon to grace her with a teasing smile.
“It’s because I’m not wearing pastel, isn’t it?” She then arches an eyebrow when her question draws out a soft laugh from him, Sunghoon’s hands lifting from their previous spot for his arms to wrap around her waist.
“What are you talking about? I also like seeing you in pastel.” The demon muses, pressing his plush lips against her temple. “As you’ve said before, you do look submissive and breedable—I could eat you up.” Y/N promptly gasps and smacks his arm as Sunghoon’s laugh grows louder.
“Hoonie please, I’m about to have dinner with my parents!” She whines, “You can’t just say that and expect me to not think about it for the next few hours.” Y/N tries to get out of his grip, but his hold around her tightens. Then she remembers that this is a demon with superhuman strength she’s fighting against and so she stops her struggling with a huff as she lets herself be pulled back into his embrace.
By the look on Sunghoon’s face, he seems rather pleased at his advantage, gently squeezing her middle, " I’m sorry, angel. You’re just so fun to tease.”
His human huffs, “how’d you even know I said that?”
“Soobin showed me a screenshot of your tweet.”
“So I wasn’t safe from him either.” Y/N deadpans, recalling the incident of the giant sending her a screenshot of Sunghoon’s tweet. “I’m going to kill him.”
Sunghoon grins, “I’d rather you not do that. I quite like him if you ignore whatever leaves his mouth.” He sways both of them side-to-side as Y/N snorts. “You sure the parasite isn’t joining? He may be a nuisance but I don’t mind him celebrating with us.”
“Beomgyu has his own plans with his friends.” She chides, “but I appreciate you trying to get along with him at least.” Y/N giggles, turning around in his hold to face him.
The demon smiles at this, hands once again finding purchase on her waist, “as they say, ‘tis the season of giving and I might as well be generous with the limited supply of kindness I have in me.”
“You’re kind to me though.” She points out.
Sunghoon hums, “yes, but you’re different, little human.” He clarifies in a hushed tone. “For one, you have my heart in the palms of your hands and I’d rather burn in the fiery pits of Hell than be anything but.” Sunghoon presses his lips against her forehead. “Even if you’re a handful.”
Y/N preens at his words, “you’re awfully sweet tonight, demon of mine, but I can’t say that I don’t enjoy it and—oh! I gotta go.” and she pulls away from him.
He frowns at the loss of contact, “already?” The demon sighs, “what time will you be home?” He watches his human move about the bedroom to grab what she needed; her purse and her heels. Sunghoon takes notice of the black trench coat draped over her desk chair and promptly makes a grab for it.
“Around 10. It’s 7 now.” His human clarifies while checking her phone, “dinner is at 7:30—thank you.” She says and pushes both of her arms into the sleeves of her coat with the help of Sunghoon.
“So 10 then?”
“Yes. Earlier if I can help it, but I’ll make sure to be home by 10.” Y/N kisses his cheek and beams up at him.
“No later than 10.” Sunghoon returns the gesture with a fond smile of his own when she nods, “okay, I’ll walk you out.”
December 24, 2021 - 11:32 PM
It’s way past the time of Y/N’s supposed arrival and Sunghoon is increasingly growing worried by the second.
The dinner party at this hour is in full swing as each of the attendees makes themselves home and does whatever while waiting for Christmas to arrive once the clock strikes midnight.
As a host, Sunghoon is relieved that everyone seems to be having a pleasant time; save for Jungwon and Wonyoung having one of their arguments in the kitchen about Satan knows what (the demon assumes the former might have gotten on the witch’s nerves… again); then there’s Sunoo still rejecting every attempt Jake makes of talking to him and Soobin, the lightweight that he is, is trying his absolute hardest to keep upright by clinging onto Yeonjun who appears to be in a heated discussion with Heeseung and not really paying attention to his drunk boyfriend on the verge of succumbing to the effects of alcohol.
Though as a boyfriend, Sunghoon can’t help but to think of the worst when Y/N is behind schedule… by a lot. After all, she promised that she’ll be back no later than ten in the evening—earlier, if possible, considering she made it clear that she’d rather be here than to spend an uncomfortable evening with the people who had made her existence possible, yet the majority of it unbearable.
Throughout the time Sunghoon had spent with Y/N, there was no denying that being told the unlikely pair were complete opposites was a common occurrence that if money was given to him every time any of their contrasting aesthetics, personalities or their social approaches were brought up, the demon would have more than enough to last a few life times from how frequent it was. But if there's something both Sunghoon and Y/N have in common, it’s how both of them never go back on their word, so one can’t really fault the demon’s unsettled state when Y/N—purposely or not— did just that.
He takes another peek at the wall clock to remind him of the time, only to clench his jaw when he sees that it’s nearly thirty minutes to midnight. Sunghoon sighs heavily at his and immediately downs the very full glass of whatever concoction Jay made for him in one go, not at all minding the slight burn that itches his throat.
Even the copious amounts of alcohol did nothing to alleviate the growing worry inside of him; he never expected in the first place anyways—never expected it to give him the pleasant buzz it gave humans considering he and every demon alike are immune to its effects.
Sunghoon supposes it did do its job of being a momentary distraction as he overlooked the dinner party, but it obviously wasn’t enough as he makes his way towards where Jay is, no doubt still making drinks for being tonight’s self-appointed bartender.
Jay immediately notices Sunghoon’s sour expression, grinning slightly when the younger gestures for a refill, “why the long face, Hoon? It’s Christmas Eve, you should be having fun.” Jay teases as he sets to work on making yet again another nameless concoction.
Sunghoon rolls his eyes, “we don’t even celebrate Christmas.” He says drily and plucks the glass from Jay’s hold as soon as the drink is presented to him. “And my girlfriend’s not back yet when she specifically told me she’ll be home at 10. It’s nearing midnight now and where is she? Not home.” Much like what he did with his previous drink, he downs all of it in one go, sucking on his teeth briefly before he places the now empty glass on the breakfast nook with a grunt.
It doesn't help that he hasn't heard from her at all either which only furthers his nerves. He had called her a handful of times already, yet she never picked up, nor did she return the calls. His messages were left delivered. She hadn't read them at all.
The oldest of the demon’s eyebrows raises at this, “Satan, Y/N’s definitely got a grip on you now.” Sunghoon glares at him and Jay promptly raises both of his hands as an attempt to placate his growing annoyance. “I’m not saying that it’s a bad thing, jeez! So touchy when it comes to his girlfriend.” He grumbles.
“I’m just worried, okay?” Sunghoon swipes the half empty bottle of Jack Daniel’s Jay was about to reach for. “What if something happened to her?”
It’s Jay’s turn to glare as he conjures another bottle of Jack, a full one this time as he pours it into a new glass. “She’s with her parents right now, isn’t she? Maybe she’s having fun and lost track of time—why the fuck are you looking at me like that.”
By that, Jay means Sunghoon is looking at him as if he either grew another head or is probably thinking that he, Park Jongseong, is the stupidest person alive. Knowing him, it’s probably a combination of both when his right eye twitched. “Jay, Y/N hates her parents. Her parents are assholes, why the fuck would she willingly go to dinner with the people who made her life worse than what Hell’s got going on?”
“Hey! I wasn’t the one she dumped her trauma on!” Jay says defensively. Sunghoon gives him an unimpressed look. “I obviously did not know that, I’m not her boyfriend. What’s the big deal anyway? She’s a big girl. She probably got distracted on the way home…” The eldest of the demons trail off, sharp eyebrows knitting together in thought.
The younger scoffs, taking gulp of Jack, “for almost 2 hours? Unlikely.” He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, “Look, Y/N might not have the same amount of street smarts we all have, but she’s not that stupid; and like I said, she promised she’d be home by 10. Y/N is never late and she wouldn’t break a promise either.” Sunghoon then continues on a tangent that falls deaf on Jay’s ears as he mulls over what the former had mentioned.
If it’s put like that, then yes, maybe this is something to bust a vein over, noting how adamant Sunghoon is about Y/N being on time and all the intricacies that made the younger act this way; and it doesn't take long for Jay himself to spiral either the longer he has to witness Sunghoon go off on a rant while a series of past conversations flash into his mind, the recent news and his own findings of what could possibly be the reason why Y/N still isn’t back.
“Hey Sunghoon…” Jay starts, both hands finding purchase on the counter to anchor himself for what is possibly going to be the worst time of his life, “when you say Y/N is never late to anything, what exactly did you mean by that?”
Much like the look the older received from earlier, Sunghoon regards him with a look that straight up looked like he just called him stupid, “exactly what I said. Y/N is never late and if she was, it’d be only for a few minutes and she'd let me know. She hasn't answered my calls. She hasn't read my texts either." He arches an eyebrow at the sight of Jay’s face blanching. “What’s up with you? Why do you look like an angel is about to smite your ass?”
Jay grimaces at ‘angel’, but quickly moves past that considering there are more dire things to actually lose his cool over, “you have to swear you wont kick my ass after this.”
Sunghoon narrows his eyes, “I’ll kick your ass regardless, but I can’t promise I won’t leave you black and blue. I have a power source for a girlfriend, in case you forgot.”
“Satan, that’s even worse,” Jay sucks in his teeth then lets out a heavy sigh. It’s now or never. “Look, just let me explain everything before you give me third degree burns, okay?”
The younger one rolls his eyes, “It can’t be that bad.”
Oh but it is, especially if you happen to be Y/N’s boyfriend, but Jay will take his chances and hope the need to save her overwhelms Sunghoon’s need of throwing him inside a church and let him burn in there as petty revenge.
Jay pretty much explains everything; from the time Lucifer had told him of the rogue demon’s presence popping on Hell’s radar, the Four of Crows shtick where it involved him and three of Y/N’s friends breaking into a funeral home to investigate, the discussion of the demon possibly going after her once Heeseung told him the said demon is also an ex of Y/N's and taking the whole sacrificing thing into account.
“I’m not sure if you’ve been updated on the news, but the 12th victim has been identified recently and well… we had a feeling that Y/N might be the 13th.”
And it makes perfect sense too. Y/N is out there alone with none of them to keep an eye on her. It makes perfect sense that the demon could have possibly chosen this night of all nights to strike, when Y/N is at her most vulnerable with no one to ask for help. Jay can only hope that he’s wrong with the assumptions because he can imagine how cruel it would be if she was taken from Sunghoon just like that.
Jay supposes he was right on that train of thought, because the younger demon does not look too pleased at the revelation. In fact, he looks absolutely furious in being the last to know. But really, Jay had already expected this. He can blame Heeseung if Sunghoon does leave him in a black and blue heap.
“And you choose to tell me now? Right when my human could be in danger?” He hisses, Jay yelping when Sunghoon pulls him by the collar of his shirt.
“I just assumed! I never said it was a possibility!”
“What, and that’s supposed to help?!” Sunghoon smashes the bottle of Jack onto the ground. Jay is quick to make the mess vanish with a simple wave of his hand. “Tell me why I shouldn’t throw you into a horde of angels and let them crucify you right now.” He snarls, pulling Jay closer.
“Woah woah, Sunghoon, you’re not crucifying anyone here! And certainly not your brother!” Comes Jake’s voice as the youngest demon gets abruptly thrown back, the wind knocked out of him as he ends up landing on his back, hard.
A groan leaves him, eyes shut tightly from the pain that bloomed on his upper back as well as on the back of his head, though they quickly fly open in panic at the feeling of his body involuntarily going rigid, unable to move; and that’s when he sees Wonyoung standing over him, a hand encased in a lavender aura outstretched over his form. He’s quick to realize the same lavender veil is around him too.
“Stand down, Sunghoon.” The witch orders, giving him a look of warning “I’ll give you 10 seconds to relax before I release this petrifying spell.” The demon scowls. It’s easier said than done, but he does as he’s told anyway, once again closing his eyes to calm himself by breathing.
Sunghoon is back on his feet soon after and Wonyoung dutifully stays in close proximity in case he goes berserk yet again. He scoffs, “I don’t have time for this,” and turns on his heel to head for the door.
Jay, who has now recovered from the initial shock from his actions, calls out his name. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“To get Y/N, where else?” He grunts, shoving past Jake as he heads straight to the front door.
Jake doesn’t let up, equally stubborn, and grabs the back of the younger demon’s jacket to haul him back. “You don’t even know where she is! You know the trace is gone by now!” The blond argues, pulling Sunghoon back harder. “I get that you’re worried and I am too, but you lashing out like this isn’t going to help anyone!”
You’re letting your emotions get the best of you, Sunghoon. Satan, of all times he really has to hear Lucifer’s own words go on about his head. You're not thinking clearly and that’s why it’s a weakness. Calm yourself and try again. The memory is hazy to him now—hazy to picture himself in it; it’s been quite a while since he was subjected to the rigorous training all demons who carry the responsibility of striking deal with humans after all—The Dealers, as Satan would affectionately dub them—but Lucifer’s voice is loud and clear and it’s enough for Sunghoon to halt his steps.
“Standing around isn’t going to help anyone either, especially Y/N.” He huffs, folding his arms while turning around to face everybody. “Now do any of you have a plan?”
“Well first we obviously have to find out where Y/N is,” Heeseung speaks up, coming to stand before him just a few feet away from where the youngest of the demons stands, running his fingers through his fiery hair. “Though I have to apologize for not bringing this issue up sooner. I thought we’d have more time to come up with a plan to catch the demon.”
“Yeah,” It’s the goblin’s turn to speak up this time, Riki’s tall figure looming behind Heeseung’s with a sheepish smile. “None of us thought the demon would strike tonight.”
There’s a huff from Sunghoon’s right, jumping slightly when he turns to find Jungwon standing beside him unbothered that he surprised him, “kind of a weird coincidence that it chose the night where Y/N won’t have any of us looking after her.”
“Yes yes, we’re well aware of that, but can we cut to the chase? Heeseung, you know a tracking spell, right?” Wonyoung asks, giving him a pointed look to which the head witch waves off.
“Of course I do. Sunghoon,” He turns to the demon. “I’m gonna need that talisman you made for Y/N.”
Riki nods solemnly, throwing an arm around Jake, “the talisman of nightmares.”
The duo quits their snickering once they receive a piercing glare from the talisman’s maker himself. “It’s in the hallway.”
Everyone (besides the non-witches) watches Heeseung, Karina and Wonyoung stand in a circle grasping each other’s hands with fascination. The cursed looking talisman stands in the space in the middle as the three witches all chant an unknown language and this goes on for a minute or two before Sunghoon and the rest feels something shift in the air.
Heeseung is the first to open his eyes, “I’ve found Y/N. She’s in some kind of warehouse.”
“Right,” Wonyoung lets go of her fellow witch's hands. “I’ve managed to narrow it down to one and I think we should all leave now because it looks like she’s tied down.”
Riki’s eyes widened at that, scrambling off of his seat, “What?"
“Yes, there are a bunch of candles around her too.” Karina confirms, “there was someone with her too but we weren’t able to see just who exactly it was.”
“Oh wow, you guys really did throw a party.” All of them freeze at the sound of an extra voice coming from the hallway, “so who’s who?” And there’s Beomgyu, appearing as if he just woken up from a week long hibernation as he smiles politely at everyone.
Now Sunghoon is completely bewildered by this because he clearly remembers Y/N telling him that their temporary housemate also had Christmas plans. “Beomgyu what—” however, he doesn’t get to ask him what the hell he was still doing here because Wonyoung gets to the now screaming parasite first, using a spell to lift him up. “Wonyoung!”
“Of course a man would be behind all of this.” The youngest of the witches seethes, lifting Beomgyu up higher who only appears confused at what she said. “What did you do to Y/N?”
“What the fuck are you talking about?! Nothing!” Beomgyu continues to struggle against the invisible force lifting him up. “Would you please let me down?!”
Wonyoung’s appropriate response to his request is to lift him higher. The disbelief on Beomgyu’s face was almost enough to have Sunghoon cracking up in laughter if it weren’t for the gravity of the situation, “so you aren’t the demon after Y/N?” She asks him. The parasite makes a face, “or helping the demon?”
“Girl, what are you talking about? I’m a Kitsune, look—” with a poof, a pair of pale blond fox ears pop into view on top of Beomgyu’s head along with the three tails of the same color swishing behind him. “See? Not a demon, nor am I affiliated with a demon after Y/N. Now will you let me down?”
“Oh.” Wonyoung’s face blanks, “my bad.”
Sunghoon winces when the kitsune lands in a heap with an alarmed shout. “I thought you had plans with your friends?” He asks at the same time Sunoo mutters about almost everyone ‘being a supernatural’ these days. “Y/N told me.”
Beomgyu gets back on his feet with a groan, glaring briefly at the witch, “I had plans, yeah. But I overslept.” He grumbles, “Is everyone here a supernatural? ‘Cause you all seem pretty chill about me being one.”
“I’m a demon,” Sunghoon simply answers (the rest who are supernaturals following after in quick succession) as he turns to where Heeseung and Karina stand together, wearing matching scowls directed at the fox spirit. “I’m gonna be honest, I was about to accuse the parasite of being in cahoots with whoever demon that is, but why did you two warn me about the idiot?”
Karina shrugs, inspecting her nails, “kitsunes are known tricksters, might as well let you know what you’re dealing with… or did you not sense that at all?” She raises an eyebrow and then snorts when she doesn’t get an answer, “from all the complaining you did on twitter, I thought you’ve figured it out.”
The demon avoids Karina’s gaze, “perhaps… I was preoccupied by something else to pay attention if Beomgyu was a mythical creature or not.”
She giggles, “of course you were.”
The kitsune raises both of his hands, “hey man, I’m only here because I really have no place to stay at the moment. I swear I don’t plan on killing Y/N.” Beomgyu side-eyes the youngest witch, “besides she’d kill me first.”
Wonyoung grunts, “good, or you and I will have a problem.”
“Yeah! Very interesting turn of events, really, but can we go now?” Everybody all turns their attention to Jungwon already making his way towards the front door, peering questioningly over his shoulder once he pauses in his steps. “For all we know Y/N might as well be on the verge of death as we speak.”
“Happy holidays, I guess.” Yeonjun mutters, taking a generous gulp from his beer. “Humans will be staying since my boyfriend is out-cold on the couch.”
“Wait, hang on, if the fox spirit isn’t behind all this… then who is?” Riki asks.
“Oh, I think I have an idea on who it might be.” Sunghoon gives them a humorless smile, feeling a vein pulse on his temple.
“You know, I thought something was up when I brought up your relocation to my parents.” Y/N hisses as she struggles against the ropes. “Because I know for a fact my ex-girlfriend would have at least let me know if she wanted to end things and not ghost me.” She doesn't miss the way Minjeong’s figure tensed in the midst of her lighting the assortment of dark-colored candles surrounding the both of them.
She tried to yank both of her hands free from the bindings again, but to no avail, Minjeong really did a good job with tying her down. Y/N huffs, “I was a little confused when mother-dearest told me she never sent you abroad, that you just upped and left without a trace and came to her asking for your job back as if nothing happened. Right after her old secretary mysteriously died.”
“Never knew you cared that much about me, if I’m being honest.” Minjeong mutters as she turns around to face her captive with a smirk. “Though I’m not really sure if I should be surprised that you’re still gullible even after all this time. You’ve always tried seeing the good in people.”
Satan help me, is she about to go on a villain monologue? Y/N gives her a withering look.
Perhaps if she had chosen to stay longer with her parents through that mind-numbing conversation about future business plans, she would have avoided all of this; avoid being taken to a warehouse, avoid being tied down on top of a drawn-in-red pentagram and possibly avoid death altogether as Y/N watches Minjeong brandish an absurdly huge knife from butt-fuck out-of-nowhere.
Y/N's eyes widen lightly when the steel blade glints under the dim lighting, “lord, I’m actually living a Jennifer’s Body scene, coolcoolcool…” She mutters to herself, not minding the demon’s (yes, Y/N figured she was a demon the moment her mother’s secretary lifted her up as if she weighs nothing) complete look of bewilderment. “Why are you even doing this?”
“Well…” Minjeong starts, heels of her boots clicking against the cemented floor as she takes slow and measured steps around the pentagram—around Y/N with mild interest in the knife. “Little girls have big dreams, Y/N.” She says with the false pretense of innocence, lips pulling into a mocking pout. “Mine just happens to be bigger than most.”
Maybe she can draw this out longer until one of her friends—or preferably her boyfriend Sunghoon—realizes that maybe her being gone for so long is a cry for help. “And that involves sacrificing me?”
“Oh good. At least your deduction skills seem to be working. Could you tell with the blood-red pentagram?” Y/N glares when Minjeong bursts into a fit of giggles, still walking in circles around her. “I’ve got to say, if I hadn’t seen The Mark on your wrist, none of this would have happened, so thank you, Y/N. If it weren’t for you, my dreams wouldn’t have been a reality.”
In usual situations that involved someone expressing their gratitude, Y/N would have returned the enthusiasm back; all smiles as she tells them ‘you’re welcome’ and a warm feeling settling in her chest from the fact that she was able to help someone in need.
She’s not as keen right now though, even if Minjeong looked quite breathtaking with a smile on her face, but she was anything but in Y/N’s eyes because right before is a demon with purpose and the smile she had grown to love in the past was only a gateway to her death once the pad of Minjeong’s fingers trace the blunt side of the knife.
“Tell me, Y/N, have you ever dreamt of taking over a kingdom?”
“Not really. I mean, you were always the ambitious one between the two of us.”
Minjeong sniffs, visibly displeased at the human’s answer, “pity. I would have spared your life if you agreed on taking over Hell with me. It’s about time it had a female ruler after Lilith.”
Y/N can’t help but scoff. Yep, ever the ambitious one. “No offense but ‘taking over Hell’? Isn’t Satan more powerful than you are? You’re probably a lower ranking demon if you went out of your way to kill a dozen of Marked Ones for power.” She chuckles, looking up at the metal beams above them in wonder and completely missing the fury that slowly twisted the demon’s face. Can Hoonie hurry up? I wanna go home.
Though, the demon quickly catches herself from slipping, masking her growing ire with the smile that easily finds its way back onto her face, slowing down her steps. “I’m the ambitious one, remember? I’d do anything to get what I want.” Minjeong’s laugh is soft, stopping to stand right in front of where Y/N’s feet lay bound.
“Do me a favor, won’t you, my darling Y/N?”
Y/N decides to humor her in spite of how unnerved she is at the demon’s sudden sweet-talk, a wry grin curling her lips, “what?”
But the amusement is quickly wiped away as Y/N's face blanches when the demon’s eyes glow an eerie blood-red, matched with a grin showcasing two rows of sharp teeth.
“Scream for me.” And Minjeong raises the knife.
a/n: everybody apologize to Beomgyu right now he really was just here to cause chaos and distract you guys LMFAO tho props to that one anon who guessed it was Minjeong (Winter) even though I had to essentially lie when I told them it wasn't 🤪 gotta lie to save my ass sometimes 🤣 see you friday <3
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𝐌𝐘 (𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋) 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄
𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐗: 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬
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warning(s): kinda suggestive? They have a talk and make-out (finally) in this one ☝🏼 so read at your own discretion!
Apart from the adventurous (this is said loosely since one almost died) night before Christmas shenanigans, their trip back to Y/N’s place is pretty anticlimactic.
To any normal individual who has seen the mundane all their lives, it looked as if the group consists of a bunch of young adults heading home from a party that collectively decided to make a quick stop at a 24/7 open convenience store for a ‘light snack’ which holds some truth as they (minus Y/N) did come from a party, a rather tame one however, but a party nonetheless before leaving to fetch the damsel in distress who had found herself in a pickle.
The entire ordeal didn’t last long since they can clearly see that tonight’s rendezvous left Y/N exhausted that she barely finished half of the sandwich she shared with Sunghoon, choosing to lean on the latter's arm as she fights to stay awake. That, and the guy manning the store’s cashier didn’t look too pleased by the rowdy group’s appearance at this time of the night, so they took it as a sign that it was time to go.
Y/N now lays in the comfort of her bed, freshly showered and donned in her most comfortable pair of pajamas as she stares up at her ceiling, recounting the series of events that played out before she finally finds herself now safe and sound in her own home with a handful of supernaturals in the spacious living room getting ready to retire for the night.
It’s quite surprising that dinner with her parents wasn’t all too bad, though she did not appreciate the backhanded comment of her mother when she had mentioned that Y/N ‘looked better without the childish colors her daughter had taken a strange liking to’. Her father on the other hand decided to be a decent human being for once when he had put a stop to her mother’s incessant nit-picking to discuss their only daughter’s studies.
As pleasant it has been, even if he showed some level of kindness, more than what Y/N had received as a child, she knew it was the last time she’d ever see her father be this decent as he soon reverted to his usual air of sternness. Dinner went on without a hitch; it was the standard business talk where Mr. and Mrs. L/N would update Y/N on the status of their business, sometimes even explaining things as they are expecting her to take over someday and might as well give her a heads up.
Father fixes Y/N a stern look, "you're still our only child, Y/N."
"We're just preparing you for what's to come." Mother adds, regarding her with a stiff smile. "Speaking of which, are you seeing anybody?"
Needless to say, the sole L/N heiress was more than ready to head home with a slightly lighter heart.
That is until Minjeong drove her to the opposite direction of where her condo is, got hauled out of the car and thrown onto the demon’s shoulder before being tied down. So yes, not what she was expecting after a surprisingly decent meeting with her parents, but at least Death only managed a knock on her door instead of his usual ‘hey, it’s time and I’m here to pick you up’ and she’d rather not go through that ever again.
Scaring Y/N takes a lot of effort, being someone who isn’t easily shaken by the most mainstream of fears that are commonly seen in people, but tonight’s series of events were definitely enough to have her terrified for her own life because she absolutely felt helpless being bound by the ropes, giving her no chance of escaping.
To Y/N, being looked down by Minjeong while she held that absurdly large knife gave her a glimpse of what it might have felt facing Death itself and she was certain that she was going to die if it weren’t for her boyfriend arriving on time.
And she’d rather live long enough to finally tell her demon boyfriend that she’s absolutely in love with him.
Though Y/N assumed that Sunghoon probably sensed that already, being bound to her or whatever “side-effects” came with being spiritually bonded to a demon possibly gave him the knowledge before even Y/N figured it out by herself. Her feelings were never meant to be in the dark either. Anyone could tell just how besotted she is with her demon roommate that a person who says otherwise would be burnt at the stake because it was just so obvious that one couldn’t possibly deny it; and the fact that she was so close to losing Sunghoon earlier terrified her beyond words could even explain.
Watching Sunghoon taking continuous hits and blows sent her into a panic and when Minjeong had slammed him down hard onto the concrete, it almost had her running towards him, completely disregarding the transparent wall that kept them separate. If it weren’t for the combined efforts of Jungwon and Riki holding her back, who knows what could have happened if Y/N had touched the wall? Disintegrate maybe? Because it looked like it really hurt when Jake made the mistake. Jake, a demon who most likely bore the same magical signature Minjeong had, got hurt and Y/N can only conclude that it would hurt even more for a human like herself.
Y/N has always been aware of her own shortcomings, ever since the moment she was old enough to realize that how her parents had treated her was not normal. She’s aware of how strong she must have come off, showing her affections willy-nilly when it came to Sunghoon and it’s no secret to anyone who knew her on a personal level that Y/N wears her heart on her sleeve. She always had the mind to make sure anyone she encountered felt included in hopes that they would never have to feel out of place or alone, that they would never go through what she had growing up.
So she understands Sunghoon’s initial apprehension to her advances. Y/N never felt the need to shy away from expressing how much she adored the people she deemed to be precious to her and hearing Sunghoon’s confession the night they both laid in his bed brought her so much relief that she almost burst into tears if it weren’t for her immediately closing her eyes and cuddling closer, briefly wondering if the outcome would have gone differently if Y/N admitted that she loves him instead.
Because she does and he deserves to know how deep her loves runs for him.
See, Sunghoon was never vocal about his affections like Y/N is. He was the type to show how much he cared with actions alone, something she quickly took note of during their beginnings of living under the same roof because of Hell’s wackass laws. He wasn’t as vocal, yes, but Y/N felt how much he truly cared for her, even if he wouldn’t outright admit it and it was enough; It was enough for someone like her who never really experienced the love she had craved for.
Time and time again, Y/N had to remind herself to savor the time she has left with Sunghoon and not dwell on the thought that he will have to leave one day, taking her heart and her memories with him.
Though would the empty feeling linger even if she won’t even remember what caused it in the first place?
Y/N’s gaze moves towards her door creaking open, then lifting her head slightly when Sunghoon peeks in.
“Hi,” he greets sheepishly with a small smile, “sorry, were you sleeping?“
She returns his smile with a tired version of her own, shaking her head. “No. Was just thinking. C’mere.” Y/N gestures for him to come in.
Y/N sits up and pulls her legs up close to her chest just in time for Sunghoon to plop heavily onto the space in front of her with an equally heavy sigh. She giggles at this, admiring his lithe form resting his weight on the palms of his hands. “Tired?” She asks.
Sunghoon hums, tilting his head back with his eyes closed for a moment, “yeah, and a little sore.” He mumbles, but it’s loud enough for Y/N to hear as she responds with a coo. He opens one of his eyes at this, “quiet. I’m fine, little human. No need to patronize me.”
“Oooh, a little touchy tonight, are we?” She snickers. “Did Minjeong get under your skin that much?”
She earns a sharp look at that, “yes, you could say that and… you had to see me transform.” Sunghoon grimaces.
“Oh that? I thought it was hot.” Y/N shrugs, recalling how… bigger he looked in his monstrous state and the tentacles he had to back him up as weapons, she can’t forget that. “I don’t see the problem.”
“Right, I should have expected that reaction.” Sunghoon says under his breath, ignoring how warm his entire face feels after her compliment. “I think it’s the fact that she kicked my ass while in that state that pissed me off.”
Y/N hums, resting her chin on top of her knees, “she did kill 12 people for the temporary power up. Even Jay himself said none of them could beat her.”
“Yeah? Well Jay’s an idiot.” She raises an eyebrow at this. Is he… sulking? He must be; his lips are slightly pouted and he runs his fingers through his hair a little rougher than usual. “And I’m supposed to protect you, remember? Kinda felt like shit that I wasn’t able to this time.” The fact that his “dad” and Hell’s ruler had to step in to not further any more casualties kind of made him feel useless too. “And I almost lost you, Y/N. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if you died.”
Sunghoon appears distraught at the intruding thought, Y/N’s heart aching at the sight as she chews on her cheek, “but I didn’t and what happened to me was out of your control.” Y/N reassures, reaching out to hold his hand, giving it a brief, but reassuring squeeze. “None of us knew what was going to happen and for what it’s worth, you did manage to stop her before she could actually kill me. You did what you could and if it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t be alive right now.”
Sunghoon sighs through his nose, regarding her with a wry smile while squeezing her hand back, “ever the optimist, aren’t you, angel?”
“What? It’s true! You did save my life. It wasn't your fault tha Minjeong had a personal vendetta against me… and against Heeseung. for banishing” Y/N makes a face at that before shaking her head, “anyway, did the others settle in alright?”
He nods, “yeah, they’re all set up in the living room. Jay, Jake and Sunoo are in my room, the rest have set up in the living area and the girls told me they’ll be in your room once I’m done here.”
“Oh?” She perks up, “done with what?” Y/N grins, wiggling her eyebrows. “With me perhaps? You should have told me so I could have gotten myself ready for you.”
Sunghoon breaks into soft laughter at the sight of her blinking her eyes rapidly. To entice him maybe? Whatever her intention is with that, it only makes her look funny, yet adorable as a grin tugged at his lips from her giggling. “Will you ever stop being horny? I get that you want me, but I’m trying to have a proper conversation with my own girlfriend here.”
He doesn’t even react when she whines in a way that's reminiscent of a petulant child. He understands her frustrations; he understands it more than anyone else since he too is going through something similar, but until they have an actual talk about getting intimate with one another especially with the accompaniment of Sunghoon’s hidden extra appendages, he’ll suppress his carnal desires for now.
“It’s honestly so cute that you are so unaware of how gorgeous you actually are.” Y/N smiles sweetly as she scoots closer to him.
“Ah-ah, you aren’t going to charm me to get what you want, little human.” She pouts at the light scolding, “and I’m serious, we really need to talk.”
The word ‘talk’ automatically sends her into a slight panic, “you aren’t breaking up with me, are you?” She asks in urgency.
“What—Y/N, you became my girlfriend not too long ago, what the fuck, of course I’m not?”
“Okay, ‘cause I was about to cry.” And she attests to the claim by blinking rapidly to rid of the stinging moisture that is quick to gather in her eyeballs. “So what is it?”
“Have you decided on what you’ll ask for?”
“Oh my God,” Sunghoon hisses. Y/N just looks at him, unimpressed. “You are breaking up with me.”
Sigh. “I’m not, I swear. I just want to know what exactly it is that you want. Usually, a client will already have something to ask for once they have me summoned.” He clarifies. “It’s just out of curiosity as well. That, and to see if it will take the throne of being the lamest wish I’d ever get to grant.”
That seems to catch Y/N’s interest again once she was on the verge of spacing out, “first of all, I’m offended you’d think so boring of me.” Oh Sunghoon would never think so lowly of her. He loved how unhinged Y/N is, actually. It keeps things interesting. “But damn… you had lame requests too?”
“Unfortunately, yes.” Sunghoon remembered one time where a whole kid asked for twenty dollars in exchange for a precious robot toy that was given to the child by his own grandpa. He didn’t even wish for unlimited money. Just twenty bucks and that’s it. Though, it was a kid and ten-year-old kids weren’t that smart with money. “But please don’t get competitive and think of a lame one right now ‘cause it defeats the purpose of—“
“If I asked to get fucked by you, would you grant it?”
The words die on the tip of his tongue, forcing Sunghoon to stop and close his mouth. He opens it again to say something to counter that, but then makes a face before snapping his mouth shut again to recover from Y/N’s never-ending brazen streak. That, and he actually can’t think of anything concrete to say.
“I mean…” Sunghoon swallows, taking a few more seconds to gather his thoughts, “if—if that’s what you really want, then sure.” Guess a proper talk about sex with a demon and its probable repercussions are out of the window. “But isn’t that going to prolong the dry spell you got going on? Since if we do the do I’m gonna have to erase your memories.”
Y/N looks at him straight in the eye when she fixes him a glare, “and whose fault is it? And it’s a ‘we’ thing.”
He avoids her gaze then, “Right… my bad.” He mumbles.
“I was kidding. I don’t need to wish for that since I know how far gone you are for me.”
Sunghoon deadpans, “wow, you’re really laying it on thick on yourself, huh?”
There’s a playful smile tugging at her lips, tilting her head slightly, “I’m just telling the truth, my love.”
“Y/N, stop.” He warns, though she can clearly see just how endeared he is with the term of endearment when Sunghoon doesn’t look that annoyed. “Please, cooperate.”
“Ugh fine, serious Y/N here.” It’s sarcastic, the way she confirms it, but the human doesn’t make any more comments. “If I were to wish for, let's say, a hundred million won, which I don’t need since my trust fund probably has more than that.” Right. Money is definitely off the list of her possible wishes. “Would whatever I hold precious to me be enough for something as big as that? How would you even know if it is? My ‘precious thing’ could be a pair of old ratty Converse sneakers I’ve had since I was 16 and I don’t think it’s a fair trade.”
Sunghoon hums, letting himself fall back onto Y/N’s bed, “if it holds sentimental value, then yes, it would be enough.” Then he squints, turning his head to look at her properly, “it isn’t though, right?”
“Of course not.” She grimaces, “give me some credit, will you?” Her foot nudges his side, making him squirm slightly. Ah, he’s ticklish there. “How will you even know that it is my precious item? Let’s say I said it was my ratty shoes, but in reality it was the gold necklace my dad gave me last Christmas and I’m too much of a pussy to give it away to a hot demon that’s about to grant my wish. That, and what if it changes over time?”
“C’mon, little human, did you think we didn’t think of everything?” Sunghoon smirks from his position before he sits up again, this time raising a leg onto the bed so he can face her properly. “We have ways to find out whether our clients are being genuine with their claim of something being precious to them.”
“We can’t lie to you then.” Y/N concludes. “So what exactly do you have to do to 'find out'?”
Sunghoon doesn’t answer right away. Instead, his smirk widens while leaning forward, wide enough for Y/N to catch a glimpse of one of his sharp canines as he crawls his way towards her, “oh, I have a few tricks up my sleeve.” He mutters and Y/N squeaks as soon as her head falls onto the plush surface of her pillow, her widened eyes peering up at her boyfriend hovering over her and slotting himself between her thighs.
“Why so shy now, little human?” Y/N briefly glances at Sunghoon’s hand that rests beside her head to support his weight, only to look back and find him gazing at her with a smug smile, head cocked to the side. “Didn’t you want me like this?”
Y/N huffs, ignoring how warm she suddenly feels all over as her hand reaches up to move the hair away from Sunghoon’s face, “yeah, but warn me next time, maybe?” She tenses slightly at the sensation of his jeans rubbing against her skin. “Is this that demon thing that stopped you from kissing the shit out of me that one night? Do you do this with every client you have?”
Sunghoon promptly nods, chuckling as he lowers himself to the point where the tips of their noses touch, “Yes and no.” Y/N shivers at the brush of his lips against hers. So close. “I have other means of getting answers besides kissing and I just really want to kiss my human.”
“Yeah? Me too.” She hums, pleased at the weight of him nestling in between her thighs as her hands trail from his chest, then to his shoulders for her fingers to intertwine behind his neck, playing with the hair there. “So what’s stopping you now?”
He pulls away slightly to kiss her on the cheek, “always so chatty.” Y/N laughs under her breath at the feeling of the tip of his nose nuzzling her cheek. “You have so much to say, don’t you?” Sunghoon muses, his free hand that was previously fiddling with the hem of her shirt pushes the fabric up, exposing her skin and for him to grab hold of her waist. Y/N shivers under his touch and he has her where he wants her, “but that’s okay. I’ve always wanted to shut you up myself.”
And that he does. Sunghoon shuts Y/N up himself by kissing her square on the mouth and it elicits a sigh of content from the latter losing herself in the feeling of his incredibly soft lips. The racing thoughts she had before? Completely erased as all she can think about right now is SunghoonSunghoonSunghoon. Which is nothing new as he is what makes up her thoughts on the daily and tonight is no exception that it even hinders her from kissing him back.
She doesn’t even get the chance to because Sunghoon’s already pulling away, looking at her confused.
“What?” She giggles as Sunghoon’s eyes keep searching her face for whatever, “are you that blown awa—” But she never gets to complete her thought as Sunghoon pushes forward to capture her lips once again, cutting her off, and this time, Y/N is quick to reciprocate, her fingers tangling themselves into his snowy locks.
It’s desperate, the way Sunghoon is kissing her. Messy, teeth clashing as he nips and pulls at Y/N’s bottom lip and it earns an embarrassing sound out of her; a mixture of a moan and a high-pitched whine that spurs him on even further as his hand that previously held onto her waist migrated to settle on the small of her back, pushing for her to arch her back slightly.
Y/N can’t really put her finger on what exactly has him acting this way, but she would be lying if she says she’s not enjoying this side of him.
She parts from Sunghoon with a sharp intake of breath, but still keeping him very close, “Hoon—“ she attempts, but he doesn’t give her room to talk, not when he’s kissing her as if it’ll be the last time he’ll ever have her this close to him.
Sunghoon kisses her like he’s hungry, teeth still knocking and Y/N moans at the feeling of his slick tongue sliding against her own. It’s absolutely insane how muddled her mind already is, like she’s drowning in the sea of pleasure she gets from merely making out with her boyfriend and at this point, she’ll deem anything pleasurable from him; every slide of their tongues rendering her dizzy, him leaving searing trails on wherever his hands end up touching, the nips and bites Sunghoon attacks her lips with that will surely bruise—basically everything he’d give her and she does nothing but take and take and take.
And although she does like the haste in Sunghoon movements, Y/N tries to slow them down just for her to savor this moment of intimacy for as long as she’s able to, but she’s quick to surrender under his control and letting him set the pace as she relishes the way Sunghoon holds her jaw, whining when his thumb presses at her pulse point.
It’s hot. Y/N feels hot all over laying there with her eyes closed, catching her breath while the weight on top of her eases off and taking some of the warmth away with it. No words are said and the only sound Y/N can hear is the harsh breathing coming from Sunghoon, a tad subdued compared to her own as she pretty much had her mind blown with all of that.
It’s the fact that she hears absolutely nothing from her boyfriend that bothers her, a sinking sensation slowly forming in the pit of her stomach as she lays there listening to him shuffling around, still saying nothing.
Why isn’t he saying anything?
And by the time Y/N does open her eyes, Sunghoon is gone. There isn’t a single trace of him left except the warmth radiating from where he once sat in between her thighs.
a/n: man… Hoon didn’t even rearrange her guts before leaving her 🤡 and NO it does not end here calm down before crucifying me 😖
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masterlist
𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Sunghoon wasn’t expecting to be sent to the mortal world by his “father”, much less being forced into attending college (he’s a demon! why would he need to?!) and being accidentally summoned by a clueless human almost had him marching straight into Hell to have a word with its ruler. Only he couldn’t, because he was already bound to you by a fucking paper-cut sealing your contract which means he can’t just leave the mortal world without taking something of yours in return.
taglist [BATCH 1] [CLOSED]: @13isacoolnumber @shine-your-light @viscoolreal @prettywon @youreverydayzebra @envirae @ac-ewow @ferxanda @yut0s @luvelyxp @cha-raena @jannine00742 @lumixen @w3bqrl @hobistigma @heejojo @fiantomartell @dear-dreamie @yeonjunsleftboob @wccycc @acciomylove @cheonsacheol @yenart @demonizyagurl @straykidrens @sbnchaos @mmsriza @person-standing @nar-nia @ja4hyvn @sunbokie @hxxsng @ily-cuz-i @jaylaxies @sunshine-skz @mochisnlix @enhacolor @wondering-out-loud @yangw0nnie @notmangojuice @knrejj @hakuyeo @yeonwon @nekkodiaries @candidupped @heelariously @icywhatim @c9tnoos @hutao-s @hoonstrology
synopsis: when streamer heeplays needs to find a plus one to go with him to the Streamer Awards, what does he do? he makes a google form of course! and what happens when up-and-coming streamer y/n jokingly fills out the form, catching heeseung's attention? stream starting soon: be my +1 !!!
pairing: streamer!heeseung x fem!reader
content/genre: strangers to lovers, college au, streamer au, fluff, crack, (potential) angst, smau
warning(s): swearing, will be more specific each chapter, league of legends. valorant. video games in general 😭 gamer terms
status: in progress (updates are whenever i can)
featuring: the rest of enhypen, txt, lesserafim, stray kids, zb1 and more (ngl i still haven’t decided 🧍🏻♀️)
note: this is my first smau so please bear with me !!! i wanted to get a gamer!enha fic in the timeline bc half the time there is either a lack of fics or like it’s not actually a proper gamer thing (tho i have been seeing more as of recently ^-^) so as i release this i plan to include a little footnotes/dictionary section for gamer terms which some people may be unfamiliar with :] also ! thanks you to @soobnny for all your help <3 (y’all should check out her work :D)
tags: bm+1, bm+1 updates, bm+1 thoughts, bm+1 asks
taglist: send an ask to be added :D
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profiles. choose your player !!!
> y/n and the roomies
> otvhee and friends
> otv (1) (2)
> and friends
> valo squad
> enhas
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lvl 1. - new roomie !
lvl 2. - god's gift to valorant
lvl 3. - we need a name
lvl 4. - i love get up by newjeans
lvl 5. - maidenless
lvl 6. - women in stem ✨
lvl 7. - do it for the plot
lvl 8. - inch resting
lvl 9.
lvl 10.
more to be added :)
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extras.
> dictionary/references
> streamer awards voting form (STILL LIVE)
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©️ simplhee 2023
## you, me and the moon. — l. heeseung
synopsis: lee heeseung is a famous frat boy who is known to be mysterious since he would always stay at the corner to observe people passing by but he does not like the fact that his eyes would linger a little longer on you than he likes to admit because who the fuck is he kidding? you're way too good for him.
pairing: fratboy!heeseung x fem!reader
content/genre: college au, fratboy au, pining, big ass slowburn (here we go again), angst, fluff
warning(s): i'll put them on every chap. <3
note: another smau !! i thought it would be a one time thing but here we are <3 tell me if you want to be added on the taglist okay? <3
introduction/drabble.
zero. — profiles. / profiles (two). / profile (three).
one. — how it started (pilot).
two. — how the first day went.
three. — how y/n bumped into heeseung.
four. — how heeseung became sunshine.
five. — how y/n got her favorite note.
six. — how jisung and hyunjin rated heeseung.
seven. — how heeseung almost got caught.
eight. — how jake concluded the plot twist of the century.
nine. — how y/n got a large cup of coffee.
ten. — how jay woke up a little earlier than usual.
eleven. — how heeseung priv got people.
twelve. — how heeseung and y/n got lunch together.
thriteen. — how heeseung is so stressed about sunghoon.
fourteen. — how a heey/n fan account was made.
fifteen. — how jisung's stupid lame plan worked.
sixteen. — how y/n got heeseung to dance.
seventeen. — how heeseung tolerates y/n's ass.
eighteen. — how the heey/n fan account survived the drought.
nineteen. — how y/n and heeseung had a deep talk.
twenty. — how it took seven days for heeseung to convince jake.
twenty-one. — how jake and y/n had a date.
twenty-two. — how the heey/n account almost deactivated.
twenty-three. — how heeseung is looking out for y/n.
twenty-four. — how y/n slowly distanced herself from heeseung.
twenty-five. — how heeseug did things with you.
twenty-six. — how jake got frustrated with heeseung.
twenty-seven. — how valentine's went for them.
twenty-eight. — how sunoo got banned in the e-sports area.
twenty-nine. — how heeseung told jake about his plan.
thirty. — how heeseung and y/n started talking again.
thirty-one. — how y/n broke it off with jake.
thirty-two. — how heeseung and y/n got their moon date.
thirty-three. — how heeseung's one mistake caused everything to make sense.
thirty-four. — how heeseung almost did it... again.
thirty-five. — how y/n is slowly getting impatient.
thirty-six. — how jake and sunoo realized.
thirty-seven. — how y/n did the job for heeseung.
thirty-eight. — how heeseung gave y/n space.
thirty-nine. — how they "talk" after the argument.
forty. — how jake knew y/n still cares for heeseung.
forty-one. — how the semester ended.
forty-two. — how heeseung talked to y/n.
forty-three. — how y/n spent her semestral break.
forty-four. — how the first day of second sem went.
forty-five. — how heeseung ended up in the hospital.
forty-six. — how the heey/n fan account came back.
forty-seven. — how it was just you, me and the moon.
alternative ending. — how you were such a good dream.
playlist.
memes. / two.
au taglist [ open ! ] : @amakumos @soobnny @jungwoniics @venusmir @clarakyunisageek @dontcallme20
permanent taglist [ open! ] : @ja4hyvn @goldenhypen @acciomylove @kuromieiie @baekhyunstruly @knrejj [ can't be tagged/deactivated: @robotsahi @sheepgardenenha ]
𝐌𝐘 (𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋) 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄
𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧!𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧!𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Sunghoon wasn’t expecting to be sent to the mortal world by his “father”, much less being forced into attending college (he’s a demon! why would he need to?!) and being accidentally summoned by a clueless human almost had him marching straight into Hell to have a word with its ruler. Only he couldn’t, because he was already bound to you by a fucking paper-cut sealing your contract which means he can’t just leave the mortal world without taking something of yours in return.
𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: please do read everything on here thoroughly! I do regularly update this whenever the update schedule has changed or if I added new warnings and when new chapters come out of course.
𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: college au, social media au with occasional written parts, modern supernatural (?) au, “and they were roommates”, horror themes (but not really?), slice of life, mystery, thriller, light angst, fluff, humor and crack (you know the drill 🤣)
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: y/n has little to no verbal filter (she’s kinda crazy... and dumb), Sunghoon is tired despite not needing sleep, swearing, dirty/inappropriate jokes (you have y/n to blame mostly), light sacrilege, light blasphemy (idk what to say except this is a smau abt demons) if you wish to proceed, read at your own discretion. I’ve laid out what you’re going to expect already.
𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: ENHYPEN, Aespa's Karina, IVE's Wonyoung, TXT's Yeonjun and Soobin and brief appearances of other idols.
𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: on-going
𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐄: MWF 10PM (PHT)
𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓: JAN 02, 2022
𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃: #asks.demon.roomie👹 #demon.roomie.things👹 (in case you want to filter them so I wont clog your dashes <3)
𝐀/𝐍: this is for all the monster fuckers out there!! /hj there will be some world-building in this and i hope there is as just as much plot like before 🤩 keep in mind this is all fictional and none of this represents the idols in real life. Also any info about the occult/supernatural may not be accurate and some elements here are my own interpretations and/or twists hehe.
🔊 TAGLIST IS NOW CLOSED 🔊
𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝟏 | 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝟐
PROLOGUE: and so it begins
PART I: vore?
PART II: nefarious plans
PART III: a full essay? in these trying times?
PART IV: RONALD MCDONALD???
PART V: dumb b*tch allegations
PART VI: so mote it be (written)
PART VII: oh sweet Hecate
PART VIII: SOOBIN ENOUGH
PART IX: look at us
PART X: hoonie my roomie (written)
PART XI: foul creature
PART XII: demon fact(s)!
PART XIII: Kaneki Ken
PART XIV: brocolli kid
PART XV: S.S
PART XVI: not a serial killer
PART XVII: fucking goldfish
PART XVIII: bronies look away
PART XIX: brittle bones
PART XX: Furries.
PART XXI: demon ROOMIE fact(s)!
PART XXII: scooby dooby doo!
PART XXIII: human sacfrifice 🙌🏼
PART XXIV: tamed that what?
PART XXV: lesbian lesbianer lesbianest
PART XXVI: fond
PART XXVII: manners maketh man
PART XXVIII: a furry gathering
PART XXIX: Operation S.O.S
PART XXX: see you in the dark night (written)
PART XXXI: and the truth comes spilling out (written)
PART XXXII: blessed or cursed? (written)
PART XXXIII: balls
PART XXXIV: bad daddy behavior
PART XXXV: let me in… LET ME IN!
PART XXXVI: please wrap it up
PART XXXVII: you’re so beautiful (written)
PART XXXVIII: don’t mince the cojones
PART XXXIX: MILFS?
PART XL: Monster Mash
PART XLI: summer what?
PART XLII: Y/N gone wild (not clickbait)
PART XLIII: tumblrina
PART XLIV: Sunghoon’s slow descent to madness
PART XLV: the girls are fighting
PART XLVI: arts and crafts
PART XLVII: something smells 🤥
PART XLVIII: mother (fucker)
PART XLIX: four of crows 🦅
PART L: i found the devil; i found him in a lover (written)
PART LI: mortal peril
PART LII: the twilightifaction of ynhoon
PART LIII: humanoid cephalopod
PART LIV: me & sunoo when
PART LV: i’m srs.
PART LVI: babe wake up!
PART LVII: girl is a gun (written)
PART LVIII: because you’re mine, i walk the line (written)
PART LIX: and when I opened my eyes (written)
— RECALL 𐀔 MASTERLIST
PAIRING. ex-student president/bad boy! jungwon x fem! reader
SYNOPSIS. after spending months suffering from amnesia in the hospital due to an “accident,” you return back to your normal school life where your close friends who you remember stick by your side 24/7. Unexpectedly, you cross paths with ex-student council president yang jungwon, who you failed to remember but feel oddly drawn to. however, after the meeting things start to get odd and you slowly begin piecing together the mystery behind your accident.
GENRE. social media au, high school au, angst, fluff if you squint, crack, ex-friends to lovers(?), betrayal
WARNINGS. mentions of traumatic events, mentions of amnesia, swearing, tba.
FEATURING. enhypen, p1h’s intak, ive’s wonyoung & rei, itzy’s yuna, treasure’s jeongwoo
STATUS. Ongoing (Feb 9th - ?)
NOW PLAYINGS. GHOST by Justin Bieber
NOTES.
⁺ please note that these are NOT the actual representations of the idols.
⁺ ages of the members are adjusted for convenience.
⁺ yes jungwon was the winner🏆sorry for all the hoon stans who wanted his smau, I promise I’ll get to that too! This series will officially start after “prove it” is completed
PROFILES.
1 | MEMORY REPLENISHERS
2 | SCHOOL? WHAT’S THAT?
3 | STUDENT COUNCIL
CHAPTERS.
01 / gasoline situation
02 / I’ll push you off a cliff
03 / keep your mouth shut
04 / coming for your head
05 / right? (written)
06 / a letter?
07 / a lil rendezvous
08 / the principal’s office
09 / you disgust me
10 / more than grateful
11 / newfound fear
12 / useless
13 / obsessed
14 / practically begged
15 / make it clear
16 / “our spot”
17 / on thin ice
18 / I’m done for
19 / be careful
20 / a pure bonding (written)
21 / the key
22 / memory one (written)
23 / Robert Pattinson simp?!
24 / rigged election?
25 / wait a second
26 / now that’s fucking low
27 / tame yn? where did she go?
28 / memory two: the record (written)
29 / dumpster socks
30 / hello Mrs. Yang
31 / the fake blond
32 / yang jungwon, you know better
33 / you need to see this
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TAGLIST (TAGLIST 3 OPEN)
@moonsclover @berriniki @luvrjn @fiantomartell @shoftiiel @sthinqsz @acciomylove @abdiitcryy @ielaa @baekswoons @sunshinehanjisung @candidupped @missmadwoman @ja4hyvn @yangrden @liliansun @hutao-s @httpheeseung @todorokiskitten @primorange @uanel @babygay-stay @woniecf @yourlocalhotgf @ddeonubaby @luv3iza @mykalon @soobin-chois @pshwyfie @jjun4thitboy @yenart @solitxre @enhacolor @i43wons @hobistigma @yooo-gurt @iv-en @haechanhues @heesplanet @mika-monalisa @ielaa @alo-ehas @kyleeanne @wonvelvet @blank-velvet @stealanity @rrvvby @jakesim-p @chirokookie @mochisnlix