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Spin, Dare, Hide: The Chase
A/N: im not very happy with the ending but i decided against smut. felt a little weird given the situation so its just slight violence and a pretty dull end in my opinion
-18+, slight violence, swearing, jisung is a little shit, ateez kinda yandere
-ateez x reader, mentions of skz because Han Jisung is your bff
2 of 2, part 1 here
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previously:
Hearing none, just a slight shuffle you were sure you made, you opened your eyes just in time to see his large hand twisting the cold water tap for the shower. You gasped at his hand, his dark eyes peeking around the curtain just as ice cold water poured down onto you from above, your eyes closing as you shrieked at the cold, hands raising to try and block some of the stream. They were soon tugged down though, a new face hovering above yours as you thrashed about in the tub, heart racing as you glanced up.
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“It’s so cold! Please! Let me out!”, you cried to Seonghwa, Wooyoung’s gaze heavy as he held you to the bottom of the filling tub, cold water splashing onto them as they watched with indifference.
A simple throat clearing had the water stopping, both men pulling you from the tub as you coughed and shivered violently in their grasp. Your hair clung to your forehead as you made eye contact with Hongjoong, his smirk nothing short of the same evil he displayed when the bottle landed on him first. Now you were at his mercy fully, all of them had control over you as per the rules. Knowing your kinks made it all the more eventful for their plans, the mischief floating behind the danger sending you in a spiral of lust and panic as the fear settled in your chest.
“We’ve waited so long for this, bunny. We’re all so excited to play with you now.”, his giggle was as concerning as it was arousing, his eyes steady on yours while you trembled in front of him, “I can sense your terror, bunny. It’s…”
He paused, taking a long breath through his nose, the two holding you upright laughing menacingly as the smirk grew darker on their captain's face.
“Addicting.”
Your blood ran colder than the shower, your eyes brimming with tears as Wooyoung dragged you forward and out of the washroom while Seonghwa hummed a tune that you would describe as a horror movie soundtrack before a jumpscare. It truly felt like a jumpscare when suddenly you were downstairs, 5 sets of other eyes on you as you were pushed into the room.
“She couldn’t hide well enough after Hwa~”, Wooyoung mocked you with a pout as you crossed your arms over your chest, body trembling as San approached you slowly like you would a wounded, scared animal.
“Is the poor princess soaked? You know what would dry you off?”, he shared a look with one of the men behind your shaking frame, “running.”
You shook your head rapidly, mind racing as you thought over what he could mean before you were nudged towards the open doors further in the room that led to the forest on the property. Your eyes widened and you whimpered, pushing back against the hand on your chilled back.
“NO-”, you pushed back against the hand harder, “please no- anything but that! I’ll be good for you!”
Your tears overflowed as you put everything on pause with your promise of good behaviour, eyes trained on you with a different intensity.
“How good are you willing to be for us, doll?”
Jongho posed the question, Yeosang coming to stand in front of you, his large hands on your cheeks to ensure you showed no dishonesty in your answer as you sighed heavily.
“As good as you want me to be…”, your voice was a whisper but the anticipating silence allowed it to reach the ears of the boys, their responding approval setting a small spark alight in your tummy as you trembled from the cold.
A deep voice in your ear made you jump slightly in Yeosangs’ hold, his eyes dark but kind as you held his gaze.
“Good girl. I knew you would make the right choice. None of us would have liked to punish you for denying us what’s ours, after all.”
You nodded once, eyes darting between them before you settled on Jongho. His eyes seemed gentler than his elders, the small manic glint being hidden perfectly as he caught your gaze. Your eyes clearing of tears just enough to reach out in his direction, seeking comfort as you shivered. The hand coming back to push you towards the man who accepted you in his arms with a small smile, his body warmth raising goosebumps over your skin as you caught your breath past the chill in the air.
As you fully calmed, body warmer and no longer shaking, you noticed how they all watched you carefully, that knife back in Seonghwa’s pretty hand while he stared you down. It was a dare. A challenge. Displease me, it screamed. You couldn’t decide what would be the better fate, running outside in the middle of the night and into a forest while being chased by eight men you had felt safe around for many years, or face Seonghwa and his knife as the others watched.
The choice was made for you swiftly as San gripped your arm, pulling you from the heat source you had found in Jongho, his eyes glinting as you were dragged into San’s hold.
“Remember the kindness we just showed you before you get any funny ideas out there~”, He whispered in your ear, his soft lips brushing your ear as you shivered in fear once again.
“Now, now, Sannie. We haven’t told her the new rules to our game.”, Hongjoong stepped forward, a hand on San’s shoulder as he made his way to your front.
His gaze traced over your exposed skin heavily, the lust clouding his eyes being displayed almost proudly as his hand left San’s shoulder to rest on yours. A slight massage was his treat to you as you held eye contact when he made it after he had had his fill of eye-fucking you.
“Our rules are simple. You run, your time out there alone is limited to five minutes so run well. We follow when those five minutes are over. When we catch you, you get a little hurt because, well, you ran away from us didn't you?”, he laughed at your confused expression, his own darkening as he leaned forward so his lips nearly touched yours as he whispered his next words, “We don’t appreciate watching you leave us in such a rush. It has to be punished somehow, don’t you think?”
The smirk he wore was killer as he leaned away from your lips, his pretty eyes dark with the predatory gleam you saw before the game started and in the bathroom. San’s hand was on your jaw, your head being moved in a nod despite your clear resistance. A smirk shot at San before Hongjoong was focused on you again, his eyes slightly wild with emotions as he clicked his tongue.
“We chase you until we find you. And then we use you. Mhm. You’d like that though, wouldn’t you? Being passed around like a toy for eight men who you tossed in the friend-zone for so many years without another thought. I know you would. We all know how badly you want to be used like a dumb little doll for someone capable.”, his lips found your ear, San’s smirk on your neck where he had attached his lips sending chills down your spine at the sudden stimulation, “We are all more than capable of handling a dumb doll. I would suggest you don’t test our limits with your petty little attitude. It won’t be fun… for you~”
A throat clearing had him pulling away, his hands leaving you to San’s wandering ones.
“The only other rule? You… cannot hurt us. No rocks, booby traps or long sticks to whack us with. You hurt us, we hurt you more. Simple rules honestly.”, his tone was flippant as San nudged you towards the open doors.
Hums of agreement followed the end of Hongjoong’s speech, your eyes tracing over each man again to gather some, any small amount, of information on how each would be in the woods as they chased you down. You assumed Seonghwa would wait for you to get tired, pouncing when you’re down. Hongjoong seemed to be the type to hunt you tirelessly, searching every tree for your shadow. Yunho was unreadable when you met his eyes, a sort of guarded look coming over them. Yeosang seemed the most predictable in your head, calm walking, taunts called out to you as you trembled behind a tree. San, to you, as he pushed you to the door seemed like he would also stop at no end to get you, setting small traps or corralling you in the direction he wanted you.
Mingi was… more difficult to read when you met his eyes. He just radiated excitement and nerves as he held your gaze. You gave up on trying to figure him out, your gaze catching on Wooyoung who stood with his arms crossed behind San, a smirk on his lips as he licked over them with a slight tilt to his head. Wooyoung was… terrifying for you. The way he watched your every move, focusing in on every slight tremble he caught with a nearly mocking smirk, the look in his eyes the longer he watched you. You could only take a wild guess and assume he would somehow know exactly where you were at all times.
San’s hand nudged you further forwards, your feet out the door. You made frantic eye contact with Jongho who watched you with no expression on his features, a slight quirk to his lips the only inclination you got as to him noticing your eyes on him. He seemed like the least likely to put in too much effort, possibly a combination of Yeosang and San. You had no more time to ponder as San shoved you forwards roughly, your knees buckling slightly and causing you to stumble into the slight light of the moon. The pale shine hid your sight of the boys, but judging by the gasps that reached you when you turned to face them, the lighting was doing you favors despite the fear you felt as your heartbeat against your chest.
“Go on, pet. Time to run.”, Seonghwa’s voice brushed past your ears like the breeze, the moonlight fading enough for you to make out their figures in the doorway, stood shoulder to shoulder as they watched you back away slowly.
Even in your fear you couldn’t deny the beauty they radiated from the doorway as the moon shone down on them, their features illuminated and hair shining. They looked angelic with their hands in their pockets, loose clothes flying around them just slightly, billowing and accentuating the fluff to their hair.
The only thing that distracted you from the evangelical sight before you was the illuminated darkness in their eyes as they watched you, unblinking. A smirk from Wooyoung let you know that they knew how good they looked at that moment. That same smirk shook you from your thoughts, your legs carrying you backwards a little faster until you turned and booked it towards the trees.
“Five minutes, pet!”, Seonghwa called after you as your footsteps echoed across the stone of the patio, “Run while you can~!”
And run you did. You ran until you could no longer see the lights of the house, couldn’t feel their harsh gazes on your back despite the trees blocking you from view. The branches stung as they cut into your skin, small beads of blood trickling down your heated cheek from the cut on your cheekbone as you smacked others out of the way to avoid more injury before they came after you.
Your eyes slowly adjusted as you ran, anticipating the fallen log ahead of you, you prepared yourself to jump it. Your breaths came a little harsher as your mind focused on getting over that log with no difficulty, you forgot about the eight boys ready to prance after you.
“Oh bunny~!”, Jongho’s voice echoed through the trees, every noise seeming to stop as branches snapped in the distance, “It’s time to play!”
Your focus was removed from the jump, your feet catching the edge of the log and sending you tumbling across the forest floor. Leaves stuck to you in small smudges of mud, your cuts stinging from the touch of the same mud as you rolled to a stop a few feet away. A large sigh left you as you sat up, your hands picking out leaves from your hair when you felt your ankle twinge.
Of course you had to go and disable yourself slightly for one of the most important situations you had ever faced. It felt like life or death for you as you heard distant laughs shared between your hunters, a faint humming reaching your ears a little closer than the laughs. You could only think about how bad it would be if Seonghwa caught you in the darkness of the woods, that knife glinting tauntingly in the moonlight through the trees as you stumbled onto your feet, ignoring the pain in your leg as you ran further.
You had no idea where you were in the expanse of trees, the area foreign and confusing to you like a corn maze that had no actual way out. It made your adrenaline pump, your eyes scanning every shadow as you crept your way towards a decently sized tree. It wasn’t in the rules that you couldn’t climb a tree and wait them out as long as you could while they searched the forest floor for your tired body.
You took a few ragged breaths as you slowed to a stop in front of the tree, a snap to your left causing your head to snap that way in search of a figure to go with the noise. You found nothing but the barely lit trees in your search, hands trembling as you reached for the thickest branch you could find, pulling yourself up the tree slowly and painfully, your upper body strength nowhere near where it would have needed to be for a smooth climb.
Your climb ended in a painful success, your sight just high enough to see a few figures passing through the trees at least a mile away from your tree. Your breath coming back to you slowly as you panted as quietly as possible, making sure not to have a limb hanging too far off any branch in case one of them found you and were able to pull you from your spot.
“Doll~ I know you’re around here, you left some pretty obvious footprints over here!”, Jongho called for you again, his voice scarily close.
As you looked down towards where you had seen about three of them moments ago, you noticed they were no longer there. You panicked, glancing around the surrounding area with frantic eyes until a sharp tug on your leg had you slipping from the branch, your hands grasping a thicker branch tightly as you hung above open air.
A sharp laugh followed and you glanced down, San’s eyes shining up at you from the ground as you noticed Jongho a few branches below you. You gasped and tried to pull yourself up only to be stopped by a ‘tsk’ from above you as Yeosang popped out from around the tree, his lips tugged into a mocking smirk.
He must’ve gotten up there when you were resting, his light footsteps translating into tree climbing. You huffed a breath that was equal parts annoyed and fearful as you tried to swing yourself onto a new branch. Your efforts were quickly stopped by Yeosang who had lowered himself to the branch above yours, his legs coming down to press on your fingers.
One hand slipped off the branch, the pain on the small bones too much for you to keep your grip. You swung dangerously over San, your body swaying like a flag in strong winds as Jongho laughed quietly at your panicked squeal when your other hand slipped just slightly. Yeosang took advantage of your fear, drawing your attention to him as he mockingly dangled his booted feet over your hand. He didn’t hold your attention for long, the rustling and snapping of branches approaching you gaining it all as you watched the rest of the boys gather around San at the base of the tree, varying degrees of amusement on their faces as Yeosang called something down to them with a smirk. The blood rushing in your ears blocked their voices as your hand slipped further, your scream catching in your throat as you fell into the open space.
The halt in conversation was clear to you now as the murmurs stopped, your senses overloading in fear and allowing you to register your hand being held by a larger one, faces of slight concern and amusement meeting your eyes when you opened them after you gathered enough courage to unclench them. Glancing up, you met Jongho’s eyes, the sweetness in them deceiving you enough for you to call up to him as he held you steady just a meter or so above the now predatory gazes of the other boys.
“J-Jongho please! Pull me up!”, your eyes clouded with a fresh round of tears, the boys cooing as they dripped down your cheeks slowly.
A mocking giggle carried up the tree, Hongjoong’s smirk staring you down when you glanced down at them once more.
“He won’t help you, bunny. He’s prepared to drop you the second I say so.”, Seonghwa seconded his statement with a laugh built of danger, “And I say so.”
The grip on your hand left instantly, your heart freezing as everything seemed to move in slow motion, Jongho’s kind eyes getting farther from you as Yeosang became a slight shadow up in the tree. Your back hit the ground with a thud seconds later, your eyes closing as you cried out in pain, your hands cradling to your chest as your breath left you all at once.
The heat of their gazes never left you once as you rocked side to side and coughed, tears slipping down your scraped cheeks rapidly as you opened your eyes slowly. Hongjoong was crouching above you as Seonghwa crouched beside him, his knife flipping tauntingly above your beaten body as you coughed some more.
A cold hand ran over your cheek as you caught your breath, your eyes squeezing shut as the owner of the hand placed a kiss on your forehead before you were in strong arms, your eyes opening slightly to see San’s features glancing down at you every so often before the events of the night caught up to you and you were out cold.
When your eyes blinked open next, you were back in the house, a red light surrounding you and hurting your eyes just enough for you to let out a whimper, your hands reaching to rub at your eyes only to stop halfway, a harsh press of metal against your wrists. The cold had you bolting upright as much as you could, a thick material around your neck choking you and pulling you back down to the bed with a grunt passing from between your slightly dried lips.
“I’d stop fighting it if I were you, princess.”
“It really will do you no good, little baby.”
“Wouldn’t want to hurt our poor bunny further.”
“You say that like our dumb little pet isn’t getting punished anyways.”
A light growl from Yeosang had them all silencing, watching him as he walked up to your tied down figure on the bed. The red light made his hair look orange, the fluffiness contrasting with the darkness in his gaze as he landed a slap on your already stinging cheek. Your head snapped to the side with the force of it, a few cheers coming quietly as you huffed before fixing him with a harsh glare, your lips parting to tell him off before another slap landed and your head was flung to the other side.
Your jaw ached, tears welling up in your eyes, ready to drop at any second before a cough catches your attention. You turn your head to the end of the bed where your feet lay tied to either side, Yunho crouched between them, the colour of his eyes nearly gone as his pupils dilate when he meets your gaze.
Another cough drags your attention from the giddy smile Yunho sends your way, Wooyoung waiting for your gaze just behind him as he adjusts his obvious erection in his pants. When you meet his eyes though, he’s not adjusting and blatantly palming himself as you furrow your eyebrows, noticing the others in similar states of arousal throughout the red lit room.
A scoff left you before you could contain it, eyes darkening further around the room as the lighting seemed to dim. The silence that took over the space was unsettling, your arms unconsciously tugging at the restraints to escape the situation before large hands roughly gripped your ankles, tugging you to the limit of the chain attached to the collar they had on you. You coughed roughly, tears escaping your eyes as you lost your ability to breathe so abruptly.
“Don’t you dare even think about telling us off. You have no power here. We do. Learn your place and learn it fast or else there’ll be bigger repercussions. We don’t want that for you, pet.”, Seonghwa’s voice was cruel as landed a few harsh slaps on your thigh from his place on the bed beside you.
You watched him silently as he flicked his knife open, the blade appearing before it vanished in the next second, the smirk on Seonghwa’s face a warning as he moved away for Mingi to sit down beside you. His large hand stroked over your thigh where his elder had hit, his expression soft as he held a giddy smile like Yunho, who had moved up between your legs. He was nearly in contact with your core, his breath fanning against you through your pants as he shuffled even closer. Mingi watched him carefully with you, the expression on his face filled with much more love and adoration for the man between your legs opposed to the confusion and fear in your own as you watched the tall men carefully.
The others were much less focused on the two up close and personal with you, their collective gaze on your expressions, studying every face you made to gauge the situation.
“It’s time we start this properly boys. Get ready, bunny.”
You whimpered as your collar was tugged on harder, your wrists tugging against the restraints once more as Seonghwa approached you once the two cleared your personal space. The smirk on his pretty lips was only cruel and dangerous as he knelt above you, his head tilted as he watched you struggle below him.
“We’re gonna have so much fun, pet.”
His voice echoed through your head as you allowed yourself to cry. The night's events overwhelmed you so suddenly, the blade slicing shallowly through your skin on your torso doing nothing but numbing you slowly as they broke you down, bit by bit. One at a time. Maybe they did love you, but as you closed your eyes and a slap landed on your cheek, Hongjoong’s disappointed expression hovering over your pained one before a sharp hit to the back of your head had you out cold.
You would never really know how that night portrayed their love for you, but you knew for certain, you would never love them back.
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also, happy ateez day! and thanks for reading :)
Small Hiatus
just in case anyone is worried or anything, im alive but i probably won’t be active for quite a while. my eldest cat is struggling to breathe and isn’t too well so we think he’s on his last days if not last night. i’m prepared for it but it’s still gonna hit hard… i’ve had him all my life so it’s gonna be weird not having him around. i’m sure you understand. condolences welcome…
anyways. i’ll be back!
R.I.P Mittens.
so.... we had to put down my eldest cat. im definitely taking a break, just to fully process. i swear i had a normal crying session with a panic attack for about 40 minutes... anyways...
all i regret is not being able to say goodbye to him before my mom took him to the vet without letting me know. i was working up to it, but i just couldn't... it hurts a lot and i know its natural but for him to just be gone so suddenly.... its hard. harder than i thought.. hes been with me through so much. he was there when i was a baby. 19 years ive known him and it ended like this. i wish i could've done more for him.. i guess its inevitable to feel so broken though. rest in peace, baby. you and your grinch toes. i love you. and im sorry i couldnt be with you for your last breath.
so, im alive.... ngl ive been working, crying over ateez and spending time with my sister, BUT im working on HDD again rn so ill be posting a chapter soon-ish... things have been pretty wild and i havent actually had much inspiration to be chronically online here lately. i didnt forget about yall though i promise
Welcome, 2024 ♥
happy 2024 everyone and lovely moots, i hope 2024 can bring you lots of happiness and comfort as you look back at your achievements of 2023 and focus on what you did good. we can focus on what we need to improve later, for now, thank your 2023 self for even the smallest thing. you deserve it. cheers ♥
Idk why but for some reason I really love your happy death day series, like the horror and despair it radiates while reading this is So Well Written! Though why did the skz kill readers parents? Like was it just a purge moment thing and then they got stuck on them, picking off their friends and making reader feel even more alone? Really good work though!
this is the best compliment i’ve ever gotten 😭 thank you so much!
i didn’t include it in the story to keep it more action based, but in my head, skz had a bad encounter with readers parents (they ran a huge business for security systems) and had gone to get revenge for a faulty one once they had denied service/refunds, saw reader and decided they just had to have her.
thank you so much for reading 🫶🏻
Hey,
Hope you're doing good in this fine evening. May I ask how's your Maid/Skz coming along? Also love HDD, and hope that you are taking care of yourself, so apologies if this ask may cause unnecessary pressure.
Love your writing, and best wishes to you and your brilliant mind! ❤️
the way i forgot i was writing that... its coming along.... very slowly... i have one sentence :D
TT but thank you so much for reading HDD! I hope you have a beautiful rest of your day and sleep well! ♥
god i hate depression stealing motivation to write. feels so empty not having thoughts of my wips. im alive though, at least theres that,
suddenly im thinking of cop!jongho x criminal!reader and strength kink/fear play.
maybe my brain has decided to let me write like normal????
actually the urge is gone now. we were happy for a moment 😔✋
i wrote it :)
i feeeeeeel you about losing motivation/depression and all. literally losing my mind over it you’re not alone <333 and i’m proud of you for sticking it through. one day at a time ☝🏻👏🏻
(also hiiii ! hsivhdkeke sorry if this is random)💌
nooooooo please you're so sweet. i saw you're recently having some struggles as well and the sentiment goes for you too. to anyone struggling for motivation lately. you're wonderful, you got this and it'll pass in its own time!
thank you so much for the kind words, love. if you ever wanna suffer over shared loss of motivation, im always happy to talk ♥
might just write this tonight actually. i think my problem is i’m severely dehydrated… as in i haven’t actually had water (until last night) for 2 months ish
suddenly im thinking of cop!jongho x criminal!reader and strength kink/fear play.
maybe my brain has decided to let me write like normal????
actually the urge is gone now. we were happy for a moment 😔✋
Bounty
A/N: Hiii im kinda alive and my random thought produced this.
Pairing: Choi Jongho x Reader
Warnings: violence, drugs, blood, cursing, depictions of drug deals, mentions of death and bombs.
random thought here
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Aurora. The lifeblood of the underground. Your lifeblood. It wasn’t an ideal job, hell, you wanted to be a bartender. The city went to shit before that. Your father went to shit before that. Psyke rose from the depths and took over the city. Cops scrambled for answers to who was dispensing it all, families mourned overdoses and you lost everything. It wasn’t easy, adjusting to your own dad hyped up on ridiculously strong drugs injected through his spinal cord.
Your heart ached every time you looked at him, an IV drip injected into his back to keep him on his high. Taking it out caused an indescribable rage, his eyes turning bloodshot within seconds, his hands around your neck, your breath leaving your body as he applied pressure. He had tried to kill you each time you had tried to help him.
His addiction got worse over the years, your hope for him diminishing as you watched his body rot from the inside out. He wasn’t working anymore. He couldn’t even make it to the washroom. You had to go to work, you had to pay the bills and keep everything running. You were doing everything you shouldn’t have been doing for your father and yet you couldn’t bring yourself to stop. To just let him suffer more than he was choosing too. In another reality, you thought things could’ve ended up differently, maybe in another reality you weren’t walking the streets at night, selling Psyke until the cops took down the whole operation with a literal bang.
They had blown up the labs where SKZ were brewing and creating the Psyke. It all went down, and the city went with it. Unfortunately, all of SKZ was intact. And they were collecting debts. When they found your father in the state he was in, they ransacked your house, looking for any sort of money to pay off his debts. They killed him on the spot after not finding any. It was not exactly what you had wanted to come home to after a long shift at your job, but your father was better off dead. He was barely living as it was. SKZ had threatened you then, your eyes watering at losing your father until they mentioned his debts to them. You had to pay them off. Or you died as well.
Since that moment, you were a runner for the boys. They gave you aurora, you ran it to a buyer and brought back the money. Slowly over the years, you built up a reputation amongst the underground. You were a perfect runner. One of the best. You always brought back the payment, always delivered the product safely and never let a debt stand. It grew on you slowly. It had become a normal job for you. You enjoyed it even. Maybe not the killing but the running. You got a few doses of aurora for free when you completed extremely high profile runs. Those runs didn’t count for your father's debt, any run you received normal payment for counted. With the amount of runs you did and how far your name spread, it was no wonder the police were always around every corner. They were just waiting, watching, hoping. For you to show up for a run. You knew where they were before you went to drop sites. You knew their schedules inside out and you knew where they had active CCTV cameras scanning the area for you.
You were wanted. A bounty on your head and aurora in your hands as you roamed the streets, double checking every corner you turned to make sure no schedules had changed. Everything was clear, Chan had given you no news on schedule shifts or extra undercover vehicles, so you did a handoff in the open. The man shaking as he watched you twirl the flask of aurora in your hand, his own extended with money. You grabbed it from him quickly so he couldn’t try and pull you in. All the money accounted for, you held out the flask for the man, your eyes narrowing as he chugged it on the spot, his trembling hands suddenly stopping as his eyes dilated and his veins glowed pink for a brief moment. You nodded in satisfaction, sliding the crinkled money into the pouch in your bag. Walking away from your buyer, you heard your phone dinging nonstop. Chan, you thought. Opening your phone proved your thoughts right, his name in your notifications ten times over telling you about a new dropsite for a new buyer who was verified hours ago. You sighed, new buyers were always sketchy looking and it drew too much attention to you when you showed up and headed in his direction. Sending off an affirmative response, you turned around and made some cuts through some back alleys, the light clinking of the aurora in your bag soothing your nerves slightly.
The handoff point for the newbie was in the open, a common club, a busy street that would be inconspicuous if two people had a conversation for a few seconds and traded items. You just hoped the newbie was going to cooperate with the rules. Money first, then the drugs. That’s how it went and those who didn’t accept it either got hurt or just didn’t get their fix. Simple as that. At least, it should’ve been simple. But as you approached the hand-off location, the newbie screamed trouble. He clearly had never bought drugs before and it made you wonder.
“So~ Why aurora?”, you asked casually, cocking your hip as the new buyer looked at you in awe and slight fear.
“Heard good things…”, the buyer mumbled as he held out the money for you to take.
You took it slowly, brushing your fingers over his just to watch him shiver nervously, his eyes following the people walking past on the sidewalk until you cleared your throat.
“All good. Have fun, newbie.”, you put the money away and handed him his vials of aurora.
The look in his eye made you laugh as you backed away slowly. The wonder in their eyes was always entertaining. You would be seeing him again, you were sure of it. They always ended up coming back for more. It’s the beauty of it all that gets you hooked. The brighter colours of the world, the enhanced pleasure. That’s what drew people in. Aurora is an aphrodisiac with a slight hallucigen that brightens colours and increases the rate at which your brain can process it all. It was a complex drug, one that was made in extremely large batches and took about two weeks to make in its entirety. Combine that with SKZ, creators of Psyke, producing it? You create a worldwide want for the substance. And with that, a demand for you. It was simple, fun and paid you and your dad’s debt. No complaints from you, even as you ran into the corner of a building as a result of taking the corner too sharply. You grunted in annoyance and continued your walk, your phone pinging a few times.
You contemplated just letting Chan sit without a response, but you didn’t want a fingernail removed or anything so you pulled your phone from your pocket again and opened your messages. A bunch of frantic “Answer me”’s met your eyes when you stopped to read the messages properly, your fingers hitting the call button before you could fully process all his messages.
“Y/N! You have to turn around right now and make your way back to the drop-site. There’s an undercover around that corner. They shift swapped faster than usual. When you’re back to the site, wander between the people. Wait three minutes for the patrol to start and make your way back. You’ll be safe then.”
“Got it. Thanks, Channie.”
Receiving no answer, you pulled the phone from your ear, the “call ended” screen glaring back at you. You didn’t expect anything less from him, but it still hurt you a little. The walk back to the drop-site after you pocketed your phone was tense, you felt suspicious checking over your shoulder every now and again. Your eyes scanned the crowd for faces you studied, the countless badge photos shooting through your mind as you tried to place any off duty cops in the area. Finding none, you relaxed slightly, mentally timing yourself before turning around as casually as you could and nearly sprinting back down towards the corner you were at when Chan messaged.
Slowing your pace to catch your breath some more, you glanced around, a message from Chan pinging through your phone. You glanced at it briefly, seeing a go-ahead to have a vial of aurora for the mix up with no repercussions. An incredulous laugh left you and you reached into your bag, your casual pace slowing just a little more as you grabbed a flask. Swirling the contents and watching it shimmer green and gold under the streetlights, you uncorked it. Leaning your head over the vial, you inhaled slightly, the scents of pear and vanilla tickling your senses until you glanced around the street once more. Deciding the coast was clear, you knocked back the contents, your senses coming alive as you basked in the euphoria. You sighed happily, pocketing the empty vial and strolling along, your eyes wandering aimlessly and worry free about the streets.
A loud “woop” filled your head, sudden red and blue lights flashing right beside you as you stumbled. Glancing over, your eyes widened at the man stepping out of the car. Your fight or flight response kicked in before you could properly register the detective badge in his large hands.
“Fuck.”, you whimpered as you stumbled away from the car, turning on your heel to book it in the direction you were going.
You took a highly illegal drug in front of a cop. A detective. As a wanted person. With a bounty on her head. You cursed your luck, your feet aching already as you ran through the streets, heavy footfalls behind you as he shouted at you to stop where you were. There was no doubt he didn’t recognize or know you from wanted posters and alerts that went through the stations across the country. He knew who you were, and now he was after you.
Your heart beat fast in your chest, your breaths frantic as you took sharp turns into alleyways, the vials in your bag clinking harshly and sending fresh jolts of panic through your system. If you broke the product, you would never hear the end of it and you would have to pay for the damaged goods from your own pocket. As you ran faster, you noticed a lock box for super discreet drop-offs. They were locked after each insert. If you could get the aurora to the box and lock it, the cop on your tail wouldn’t be able to break the lock. Bulletproof locks were a wonderful invention. Glancing over your shoulder to gauge his speed, you gasped as you realized he was less than two meters from you at all times. He was fast. Almost faster than you. Leaving the aurora in the box would take too much time, he would have you and the drugs in no time. You sighed roughly and took your bag from your back, your legs aching and hips cramping slightly as you ran. You had to drop the bag off to the side of the drop box and tell Chan as soon as you could where it was.
Taking a sharp turn and then another in the opposite direction, you left the bag as gently as you could beside the lock box. Hearing his footsteps slow, you turned to look, slowly coming to a stop yourself as you panted harshly, the cold night air burning your now dry throat as you tried to anticipate his next move. He glanced between you and the box a few times, a smirk growing on his face as he cracked his knuckles. He knew what you had tried to do, the ultimatum before him almost stalling him in wonder at your quick thinking before he was sprinting at you. His large frame barrelling towards you startled you into action, a sharp gasp leaving you as you tripped over your own feet momentarily before you caught yourself, sending your body flying in the opposite way once more. His footsteps felt closer than before, your heart racing in your ears and pounding against your chest as you struggled to keep your fast pace. His breaths felt like your own, the loud beating of your heart doing nothing to hide his angry grunts as he grazed the back of your jacket with his fingers.
Your breathing stuttered, hands growing sweaty as you pushed yourself to move faster. You had to go faster. There was no other option for you. Being caught certainly meant death or worse, so you had to run. Only run. Your hands gently brushed the rough cement walls as you passed, your turns getting shakier as the noises of the busy street got quieter, your breaths bouncing around the alleys in time with your footsteps. One turn too sharp and you slammed into a wall, your cheek stinging as you pushed yourself from it, hands trembling against it until they met air once more. Your hair was a mess, lips dry and body aching. But you couldn’t let yourself stop. Glancing over your shoulder to check the detective's progress granted you a clear look at his angry expression. His jaw set and eyebrows furrowed as he sprinted after you, one pretty hand extending for your jacket hood as your peek slowed your steps. The realization had you whimpering, body moving faster as you turned away from your pursuer. The noises of the street completely vanished now, you took a proper look at your surroundings and cursed loudly, the detective laughing loudly as you examined the dead end you had backed yourself into with your lost focus. The brick walls surrounding you left no exit, the one straight ahead of you approaching faster as you sprinted towards it. Cursing the man behind you, you stopped running.
Your momentum carried you further, shoes skidding and sending you to the ground as you slid into the wall. Your left side collided with the cold surface roughly, arm and hips no doubt bruising at the collision as you cried out in pain, the slow methodical footsteps of the detective reaching your ears as you struggled to your feet. A hand wrapping itself in the collar of your jacket halted your motions, the detective yanking you to your feet with a small breath of effort. Your back met the wall, head slamming against it as you groaned and avoided eye contact for a few moments. Taking the time to observe your captor further, you noticed his badge. He wasn’t any detective, he was Choi Jongho and he was the best of the best. The detective no criminal wanted on their tail for any reason. And he had been on yours. Chan had warned you about him, his feats and his role in the Psyke takedown. It was all him. You had foolishly thought you were safe, your successful runs and lack of encounters with the cops lulling you into a false sense of security. He broke you from your musings, his hand now holding the badge in front of your face, a slight smirk on his stupidly handsome face as he jerked you towards him.
“Detective Choi Jongho. Pleasure to finally meet you, Y/n.”
You huffed at him, struggling in his hold while he watched you with barely a hint of emotion on his face. His eyes traced your form as you struggled, your dirtied clothes clearly bringing him no interest as he shifted his attention to your face once more. Badge dropped back to his sturdy frame, his hand lifted to brush against your cheek lightly, a shiver running down your spine at his touch. Pulling his hand from your person told you he was rightfully curious in the area, the blood coating his finger raising your own hand to the area. You winced lightly at the force behind your touch, eyebrows furrowing at the barely concealed eagerness in Jongho’s eyes. His eyes held yours as you pulled away from the wound, his warm hand circling your wrist to tug it to his plush lips. Watching him in confusion, your eyes left his and focused on his lips, his tongue peaking out to drag a slick line up the pad of your finger, the skin tingling at the sensation as he groaned lightly at the taste of your blood.
“You taste as delicious as you look, Y/N.”
You shivered against the wall, your injuries suddenly feeling much worse than they had. The ache became unbearable, centering in your torso. It confused you as you watched him lick his lips, your hand dropping to your side, your eyes following soon after as the aurora you took kicked in fully. Your hands trembled as you raised them to your stomach, a bright red filling your sight with Jongho’s hand. It slipped your mind that you should be concerned about the red neither you or Jongho was wearing, but the sudden drop of the effects of the drug hit you harder than you ever thought. The pain increased ten fold, a cry leaving you as you felt all of your pain at once. Jongho laughed at the pitiful noise you made, his eyes trailing your trembling body again as you fell forward into his chest. His hand wrapped around your shoulder, pushing you back against the wall as you grunted at the impact, another sharp pain in your torso bringing your eyes back down. The knife held in Jongho’s hand, dripping in your blood, your shirt soaking through. You watched his pretty hand lift the knife, the taunting twist in your shared eyeline making you whimper before his tongue dragged across the blunt edge of his blade.
“The bounty on your head won’t be as sweet as the taste of your blood… but fuck if it isn’t a close second.”, his voice was rough in your ears, pain shooting through your head as he spun you around.
Facing the wall, body aching, Jongho tugs your arms behind your back roughly. Your whimpers and whines of pain fell deaf on his ears, his smug grin frozen in your mind as you felt the cold metal latch around your wrists. As you slowly lost consciousness, you could only hope that the bounty punishment was much better than Jongho’s company.
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im not very happy with this ending but this is my first work after like... 4 months now so i can forgive it. i hope you enjoyed! (also didn’t turn into smut but it’s not my strong suit!)
@sugarnspice630 here is your tag!
so, i'm thinking about writing more and more for ateez now that im realllyyyyy back into the fandom... but i cant get demon!ateez outta my head...
ok but overly self assured/mean dom/possessive wooyoung....(ft. san)
wooyoung who clicks his tongue at you when you disagree with him, his finger wagging in your face.
wooyoung who raises an eyebrow sharply when you have a different taste in food than him.
wooyoung who shoves you to your knees and makes you suck his cock because you voiced your disagreement
wooyoung who thrusts into you with so much power because he didn't like your movie choice, stating it was childish.
wooyoung who decides to tie your hands to the headboard for pointing at something he didn't like in the window of a shop
wooyoung who wants you to crawl to him from the front door when you walk in smelling even remotely different
wooyoung who wants you wearing no panties so he can eat you out whenever he wants because you're his and he deserves it
wooyoung who cooks you dinner and then fucks you on the table after you choked on your veggies
wooyoung who slams you against a wall and wraps his pretty hand around your throat for making a disgusted noise at something he suggested for dinner
wooyoung, who late at night, cuddles up to you carefully only to shove your face into a pillow and plow you into a new dimension when you whimpered at his touch in your sleep
wooyoung who lets san watch him fuck you because you looked at someone in public for too long
wooyoung who lets san actually fuck you because you whined at him to help you out of your restraints so you could touch your boyfriend
wooyoung who pushes you into sans broad chest after you accidentally stumble into him earlier in the day, a tsk on his lips as he watches you fall into him...
officially working on a demon!ateez fic that miiiight get a little spicy. mostly going to be horror ish (i hope) but demon!ateez begs for smut 😔 we shall see if i gain the ability to write smut suddenly
hi i am here to state that asks are always welcome. i would be honoured to write your ideas or just scream about hot men with you 🫶🏻
(collabs also more than welcome if you’re a fellow writer 🫶🏻)
i may be a mingki first and foremost but san is so easy to write in my head??? maybe i need to accept that san is going to be one of if not the most written for on my blog…….. we shall see. this san network is not helping my brain wanting to write san either pls 😭
watch me write mingi fucking you in the studio and accidentally recording your moans and hongjoong finding the file the next day ... who wants to write it with me
I DID IIIIIIIT
we're at 100 already please 🥲i cant thank you guys enough for the reception this got. i'll start a small smut based on these last few points to celebrate
ok but overly self assured/mean dom/possessive wooyoung....(ft. san)
wooyoung who clicks his tongue at you when you disagree with him, his finger wagging in your face.
wooyoung who raises an eyebrow sharply when you have a different taste in food than him.
wooyoung who shoves you to your knees and makes you suck his cock because you voiced your disagreement
wooyoung who thrusts into you with so much power because he didn't like your movie choice, stating it was childish.
wooyoung who decides to tie your hands to the headboard for pointing at something he didn't like in the window of a shop
wooyoung who wants you to crawl to him from the front door when you walk in smelling even remotely different
wooyoung who wants you wearing no panties so he can eat you out whenever he wants because you're his and he deserves it
wooyoung who cooks you dinner and then fucks you on the table after you choked on your veggies
wooyoung who slams you against a wall and wraps his pretty hand around your throat for making a disgusted noise at something he suggested for dinner
wooyoung, who late at night, cuddles up to you carefully only to shove your face into a pillow and plow you into a new dimension when you whimpered at his touch in your sleep
wooyoung who lets san watch him fuck you because you looked at someone in public for too long
wooyoung who lets san actually fuck you because you whined at him to help you out of your restraints so you could touch your boyfriend
wooyoung who pushes you into sans broad chest after you accidentally stumble into him earlier in the day, a tsk on his lips as he watches you fall into him...