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Don't leave

Jeongin x reader, jeongin is toxic and kind of a stalker 🙈, slight yandere jeongin, not proof read😬

Mention of yunjin(yes from Le Sserafim)

Angsty

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It's been four months since you and jeongin broke up,you were the one who broke up with him. I mean he was toxic he would come back from 'work' with a bunch of lip stick stains on his face and neck. Did he really think that you were stupid? It was painfully obvious that he was cheating, when you asked him about it he would shrug it off and tell you you're being dramatic and that he would never cheat on you.

You left him there was no way you were gonna let him treat you like that, it's been four months since then and you were living your best life, going out almost every weekend, shopping regularly it couldn't get better! "I'm so glad you left him" your friend yunjin boasted as she bit into her chocolate drizzled donut, "Me too, I can't believe I let him drag me like that for so long" You agreed placing down the bags on the table knowing who she was referring too, "Whatever, he's in the past now"Yunjin said wiping the sugar off her hands. You simply just nodded to let her know you understood and agreed with her statment,you and yunjin talked for a while until it was time for her to leave, she went to your front door and waved goodbye before shutting the door.

Whilst you and yunjin were talking you packed the bags away to get it out of the way, you got ready for bed and turned of all the lights in the house,finally able to rest on your bed. As you were trying to fall asleep you had a weird feeling that someone was watching you, it felt like eyes we're starting right at you,this isn't the first time,ever since last month you've been feeling like this. You're just being dramatic, that's what you told yourself,that did make you at ease but it comforted you temporarily so you could fall asleep.

The next day came and it was a normal morning, nothing out of the blue, everything was a it should be. Even though you just went out yesterday, you decided to go out again. What's the harm? You just wanted some alone time. You put on your shoes and grabbed your keys and exited your apartment, once you closed the door you felt the same pair of eyes on you. What was going on? You tried to walk a bit further and the more you walked you realised that someone was following you, you heard footsteps following your every turn and movement and these footsteps weren't your own.To feel more safe you called your friend yunjin

"hey, what's u-"

"yunjin?" You said fear lacing your voice

"Yes, what's wrong you sound scared"

"I think someone is following me"

"Wha-why?"

"I hear the same footsteps" you said in a whisper not wanting whoever was following you to hear the conversation you are having.

"You don't think it's him, do you"

"No-no it can't be, he doesn't know were I live" you uttered knowing immediately who she was referring too.

"Okay listen to me go to the mall, you know the place we visited yesterday. there's always a lot of people there. Stay there and I'll pick you up okay?"

"Okay" you said your voice coming out in a whisper.

You ended the call hesitantly and speed walked to the mall, luckily it wasn't that far from your current location.As yunjin said there were loads of people there any kidnapping attempt would be unsuccessful, you sat on an empty bench and waited for yunjin too come pick you up, bouncing your leg and anxiously looking around,after a short while you spot familiar blonde hair in the crowd. Which caused you too stand up and run to it, your guess was right, it was yunjin.She could she the afraid look on your face causing her to look even more worried

"Do you wanna stay at my place until tonight? "

You nodded in response and clinged onto her arm,waiting to get inside her house already,yunjin walked you to her car and drove away to her house.Once inside yunjin's house you sat on her couch and spaced out until you heard her call out your name

"Are you doing better, you seem.. stressed"

"I just-i've also been feeling like someone has been watching me for the past month"

"MONTH?! Why didn't you tell me this"

You stayed quiet unable to give an answer yunjin sighed and put a hand on your shoulder.Youve been at yunjins house so long that it was starting to become dark outside

"Are you sure you can handle going back home you can stay the night of you want"yunjin offered

"No it's okay, ill be okay"

Yunjin agreed hesitantly and waved you goodbye and telling you to stay safe, you closed the door and began to walk to your house. Halfway through the journey to your house, the sky already became dark, tiny stars highlight it.Peoples lights were turning on and curtains were closing, meaning it was officially night time. You felt a little nervous knowing you were alone at night but you told yourself it'll be okay, keeping you calm, but all that calmness faded away once you heard those footsteps again. Those same footsteps.

This caused you to quicken your paste and walk a bit faster, not wanting whoever was behind you to catch you. The person copied your speed, walking just as fast as you are. They copied everything you were doing,you took notice of this and your heart rate began to speed up and thoughts raced through your head. One of them was "maybe I should call yunjin", you took out your phone and looked at the battery ,2%, your heart dropped seeing this, can you even make it through a phone call? You scrolled through your contacts until you found yunjin, tapping on her icon and calling her. " hello?"her voice from the other side of the phone was heard. "Yunjin I'm being followed again" you whispered,"please help".Yunjin got chills down her spine once hearing this,there was nothing she could do.Your location wasn't on so she couldn't even see where you are and you're probably way to far from her house for her to come and get you before anything happens. "Um, okay,uh"Yunjin struggled to find words as much as she struggled to find a solution. "Run. Just run as fast as can till you make it okay?"Yunjin spoke, this being the only solution she could find.Before you could say anything in response the call ended, your phone died. You cursed as you saw your phone power off, but put your phone back in your pocket and started running. You ran and ran and so did the person behind you they seemed to be running faster than you, scaring you even more. You ran until arms wrapped around you and cold metal sat against your neck.

"Scream and I'll slit your throat"

And everything went black

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Sorry for the late post, I've just been having no motivation lately

The last two lines were inspired from this fanfic I read from @linos-luna so credit to them!

Emotionless

THIS IS SO GOOD, and ofc I'm taking requests, always

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Angst(duh) but also fluffy. Not proof read😶

Mention of shell shock

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Ever since Minho left it was always quiet in the house, you would think no one lived there.The house seemed empty and sad, you hoped that when Minho came back it would change, it would go back to its regular state almost like nothing ever happened. But to your surprise, Minho was just as silent as the house.He never left your shared bedroom, staying in there until the sun sets and moon rises, you would even have to remind him to eat.

"Minho you have to get up"

Silence

"Everyone's worried about you, please"

He only gave you a small glance before looking back down, he wouldn't respond to you how do you expect him to respond to his friends?!

You sit next to him on the un-made bed, holding one of his hands, your heart broke when he flinched at the contact

"Minho talk to me please"

He took a deep breath before finally opening his mouth

"I can't trust anyone anymore"

Minho said his voice coming out in a soft whisper, tears displayed at his waterline, threatening to spill, you quickly noticed this and started to rub the back of his hand with your finger

"I don't know what to do,ev-everything reminds me of them"

Minho began to stutter as the tears fell from his eyes sliding down his cheek and his breathing quickened.

"I can't trust anyone because of them and i-i can't stop missing them and-"

Minho broke down,many more tears rushing down his cheeks as he burried his face in his knees,you of course hugged him trying to comfort him, you don't wanna see him like this

"It's okay,you're gonna be okay"

You reassured as a source of comfort, you knew he would be damaged mentally after serving in the army but you were expecting for him to be this bad

"I can't do this anymore jagi"

Minhos voice came out muffled since his head was in his knees, you felt so bad for him, your heart would break everytime you saw him sitting by himself unable to get up,his face was in a permanent state of shock, as if the bad memories was happening right in front of him right now.Safe to say he had shell shock, you can't even imagine what he went through

You rubbed his back and whispered reassuring words in his ear trying to calm him down, you hated seeing him like this.

Minho had changed a lot since he came back from the military, whenever you offered him something he'd always say no, and it's not like he genuinely doesn't want it. It's like...he doesn't trust you. Several times you offered him food but he'd look at you with this look in his eyes. He doesn't trust you. He'd question everything anyone gave him, like there's an atomic bomb planted in it, and whenever he accepted it his hands were always shaking

Minho had fallen asleep on your shoulder after a while of crying,this was first time since he came back that you guys had any physical contact,he was touching you let alone falling asleep in your arms

From that day forward you helped Minho heal, forget about the past and finally smile again

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Sorry if this was off-track or disappointing, this was my first time doing a request😭I hope this was good enough

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Skz making a bet on you Hyung line pt.2

Pairing: OT8 SKZ x f!Reader

Genre, AU: angst ofc, lovers to exes!AU

Warnings: cursing, mentions of cheating, many mentions of insecurities. I think that abt it

Summary: you happened to learn one day that the never really loved you and only made a bet with the other members to see if you would fall in love with them

A.N: Not proof read at all and this is the hyung line pt.2 to the previous one. Maknae Line pt.2 is coming soon

Parts: Hyung Line Pt.1 Maknae Line

BANG CHAN He didn't even notice you were gone until his call ended. Going around the house, he called your name multiple times. When he got no reply, he assumed you went on a grocery trip. So, he took his time to shower, get dressed and get ready for bed. Before he knew it, he drifted off to sleep.

Chan hated waking up cold. You weren't there beside him. He'd gotten used to always holding you through out these 7 years. He grabbed his phone off the night stand and checked the time. It was already 6:57 in the morning. Not hearing from you at all left him with a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach.

So he immediately dialed your number. It rang once. Then twice. Then three times. You never let it ring more than two times so why weren't you answering? Finally, it went to voicemail. He called a couple more times just for all of them to go to voicemail. He started panicking. It was unusual of you to not pick up his calls unless something went wrong. One more time, just calling you one more time to make sure.

You woke up to the sound of your phone buzzing uncontrollably. Rubbing your droopy eyes, you took your phone and answered it. “Hello?” You groggily said.

“Y-y/n? Where are you? Why weren’t you picking up my calls!? Hello? Y/n?”

The moment you hear his voice, the sleepiness left your body. You stayed silent because you were sure that you’d burst into anger and most likely tears if you tried to talk to him.

“Y/n? Why aren’t you answering me? I-I-I’m worried… Please just say something. You’re scaring me…”

You sat up in bed, holding the phone close to your ear. After clearing your throat you finally answered him.

“What do you want?” You were right. You were a little too irritated the moment you started talking to him.

“What do I want…? What do you mean!? I’m worried sick right now because you weren’t picking up my calls and you didn’t even come home last night. You could’ve at least texted me something, y/n. Don’t just leave me guessing of all the possibilities that could’ve happened to you!” He was practically yelling into the phone at this point and it only made you angrier.

“Well, I’m sorry I’m not being the toy who sees you as their protector and is so incredibly annoying that you can’t say it to her and instead to your fucking friends!”

Chan was speechless for a few minutes before speaking up again. “What..?” He said almost breathlessly.

“I heard that phone call you were on.” You began sniffling and the tears began to fall. “You said that you had fun… fun playing with my feelings and making me believe that you were my protector an-an-and how annoying I was…” You could hear him sighing on the other end and you began to think that he was going to agree with you but he didn’t.

“No… no, Baby, you got it all wrong. I-I shouldn’t have worded it like that.” He sighed once more. “I was talking about when I pranked you earlier this week. When I pretended that I was dead when you tried to wake me up. And then you began crying telling me how much you loved me.”

As he told you about it, you began to remember. Why were you so stupid? You began grabbing your things and walking to the shared apartment, all while listening to his explanation.

“Now there’s nothing I can say about the annoying part. But I did say that because—. Wait, you didn’t hear me tell him— never mind. What I’m saying is that I started the sentence like that because I was saying that it just made me realize all the more how much I loved you no matter how hard it got between us. Because I know these small fights we have between each other and how mad we can get and how petty the arguments are. I just love you so much and the way you cried over me broke my heart. You’re everything I could ever possibly ask for and I’m just so gra—”

He turned his head and saw you standing in the doorway of the bedroom looking an absolute mess. He hadn’t heard when you came in since he was so busy talking to you.

“When’d you get here..?” Chan stood up and made his way over to you to make sure you were alright as he checked around your body. He had tears in his eyes. You couldn’t help but stare at your boyfriend’s face in awe.

“I-I-I-I thought you didn’t love me and I got scared. S-so I left but now everything is making sense and I feel so stupid. I’m so stupid. I shouldn’t have—”

Chan took you into his arms, muffling your words. “Don’t say that. You have every right to think that way especially from what you heard. But don’t worry. I love you more than words can express.” The two of you cried into the comfort of each others arms and you’ve never felt better.

After tears were dried and things were dealt, Chan looked at you curiously. It made you a bit flustered. “Wh-why are you staring at me like that. Want to take your words back now?”

“No! I’m just wondering… how’d you get here so fast?”

“I-I-I was at my friend’s apartment. It’s a floor above us.”

He took you into his arms once again, chuckling. “God, I want to marry you.” All you could do was blush. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ LEE MINHO The next day, Minho ran up to you and swung an arm around your neck. You were quick to push it off. He frowned and made a little pouting face.

"What's wrong? Why did you leave without me last night?"

You quickly answered each of his questions. Not wanting to be in his presence much longer. "Nothing. Something came up." You rushed past him and to class. Finals were just around the corner and you didn't have time to be dealing with someone like him.

This was your last year of school. You didn’t want the unwanted drama. You’ve sailed through school as a well-natured person, favored by the teacher’s. You didn’t want to ruin your reputation now.

But it wasn’t as easy as you thought. Minho would continue to bug you in each and every class. No matter what you were doing he was there. Constantly pushing him away wasn’t working and ignoring him CLEARLY wasn’t working. So you resulted to the only thing you had left, confrontation.

Without second thought, you went straight to him after school and kicked him in the shin.

“Ow! Who the fuck!” He quickly turned around to face you as his demeanor slowly changed. “O-oh, y/n… It’s you.” He sounded kind of disappointed if you were being completely honest.

“What did you do that for, Sweetheart?”

You rolled your eyes and stormed off. Leaving him to chase after you.

"Woah, woah, woah, hey..." He grabbed you by the wrist and spun you around. "What's the matter?"

He was the most disgusting human being on this planet and you didn't want anything to do with it. It made you extremely irrtated and you didn't want to be there. If anything, his act he was putting up was probably all a part of that sick and disgusting, "joke," as they called it.

"We'll talk about it tomorrow."

That was all you said before finally getting in your car and driving home. You hated that you were such a pushover. You hated that no one coud truly accept you for you. You hated that you were so stupid. You hated that you were so blind. You hated yourself.

You pondered over the entire weekend. Highschool's almost over. It didn't matter now. But to you, it did matter. You weren't going to just let people treat you like trash anymore. You knew just what to do.

On Monday, you came in as a fresh new person. Both physical wise and mental wise. You weren't gonna let people fuck with you anymore. You spent the whole weekend researching on makeup. You already knew lots about fashion. Your closet was already filled with fashionable items, you just weren't sure when to wear them.

With some accents to your school uniform, you looked perfect. Now the problem was the makeup. This wasn't your forte. You've never really used makeup so it was a struggle. But with enough practice, it was almost perfect. Even though it was a struggle, your makeup came out just fine.

When walking in, you could feel the eyes that followed you. It made you super uncomfortable. Maybe you did your makeup wrong and looked like a clown instead of what you intended. Your anxiety quickly built up and you ran for the bathroom. On the way there, you bumped into a wall. Well, a body rather.

The boy gently pushed your body off of his and you were quite dissapointed with the boy you were faced with. It was Minho.

"Woah... miss, are you okay? You should watch where you're going. You're too pretty to be hurt. Are you new here?"

All you could do was scoff. People were staring because you all of a sudden looked beautiful in other's eyes. Even Minho couldn't recognize you.

"It's me, Dipshit."

"Y-y/n?"

You rolled your eyes and kicked him in his balls before leaving the scene. That was the best feeling in your life. Two less problems to deal with. Minho and the judgement of society. Fuck the rest. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ SEO CHANGBIN You kept crying throughout the night. It shouldn't hurt this much but you couldn't help the tears from falling. At about 9pm, Changbin knocked on the door.

"Y/n..? I know you're upset with me but please come eat dinner. Please?"

When you didn't reply, you could hear him sigh. It's not that you didn't want to talk to him and that you were ignoring him. It was just that you weren't sure if your mental state could handle that right now. You didn't want to just lash out at him.

There was some clinking and clanking in the kitchen before you heard the front door shut. It made you want to cry even harder. But you were sure that any other girl would do better for him. Than the one who currently had her back against the door as she cried.

You slowly got up and opened the door to see if he really left. It kind of broke your heart but what else could you really do in this situation? You made your way to the couch and sat down, holding your knees close to your chest. The tears were unstoppable and kept coming. It wasn't like you wanted them to, it's just you didn't know how to stop them.

As you were drowning in you sorrows, you heard the front door open. Immediately, your head shot up only to see Changbin standing there with a guilty look and a bouquet of flowers. He stood there frozen in his place.

"Baby, why are you still u-"

"Where were you?" You interceded.

Taking a quick glance between you and the door, he pointed towards it.

"I figured that you'd need space so I went out. Then I realized that you might think something bad about it. Like I'm leaving you or something. So I went to grab some gifts and come back home. So that I can beg you to take me back if you decided to break up with me. If you didn't take me back then I wo-"

At this point, Chanbin was just rambling on and on. You could see how sorry he was and it made you feel like you were a fool. So you ran to him and wrapped your arms around his frame. You cried into his chest not knowing what else you could do.

Changbin was a little to stunned to move or speak for a minute. But he slowly embraced you after setting the roses down.

"Baby... I thought you'd be mad at me." He cautiously stated.

Your lower lip quivered as you replied to him. "I-I am! But just a little bit. I'd rather have you by my side than lose you forever over something silly. Plus it happened in the past and you told me yourself. S-so I guess it makes it a better..."

And at that, Changbin holds you even tighter and lets out a sigh of relief. "I thought I would lose you forever over a mistake, in the past, I made. Thank you for forgiving me." He pressed a soft kiss on your forehead. But you shook your head.

"No, thank you for loving me." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ HWANG HYUNJIN After running for a while, you slowed down and began walking. You went to the Han River and took a seat on one of the benches. Checking your phone, to see the battery life was out and decided to take the time to relax. A lot had already been going on in your life. You had just found out that your mother was sick and you didn't want to tell Hyunjin because that would make him worry. You got reprimanded at work for getting an order wrong. Nearly fired because you "didn't know how to do your job right."

It was a stressful day and you just hoped that movie night would make it better. Except it didn't. It made it worse.

Having to find out from Jisung instead of Hyunjin himself really hurt. You knew that Hyunjin would tell you when he was ready. But, you couldn't shake off the feeling that he never liked you, let alone love you, to begin with.

You also knew that Hyunjin loved you and you were just overthinking. But were you? The river was peaceful as is and you didn't want to face reality right now so that's where you stayed.

It wasn't until nearly midnight, did you return home. Upon entering your apartment, you were met with a very distraught Hyunjin. He looked freaked out about something. But as soon as he saw you, he took you into his arms, tightly. He sobbed out onto your shoulder as he said, "thank you," over and over again.

"H-hyunnie..? What's wrong?" You ask worriedly. Yes, you were upset. But seeing him like this did something to you.

"I thought- I thought that something happened to you. You weren't picking up your calls or replying to my messages so I told the boys and other friends we both knew to contact you too, figuring you didn't want to talk to me of all people. B-but then they all said they couldn't reach you either. So I came to your apartment and when you weren't here I got absolutely terrified. What if you didn't make it home? What if you got hurt. What if you got KIDNAPPED!? And that would all happen because I was too stupid to admit the truth. Because I made you angry. Because I made the one person I promised not to hurt, hurt so badly. A-a-a-a-an-and-"

He was terribly hyperventilating at this point so you grabbed his face and kissed him. He immediately softened into the kiss. His breathing got slower and his body began to slump.

You slowly pulled away and gazed into his eyes as you started consoling him.

"Hyunnie... my phone died and I stayed by the Han River. I did not get hurt or kidnapped as you can see. Since, I'm standing right in front of you right now. If anything did happen, I would never let you blame yourself because it wouldn't be your fault. Besides, I love you and I wouldn't want you to live with that."

His teary eyes looked into yours as his lips formed a soft pout. "You still love me?"

"Of course I do. Even if you made a bet on me."

It made him cry even more at the fact that you still had this much trust in him.

"I love you too."

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In my past, I find you and in the future, I still have you

Pairing: Bang Chan x F!reader Genre/AU/Tropes: Angst, lovers to exes and back to lovers, idol!AU Warnings: Breakup, a few(lots) tears, cursing, (it might hit close to home so read at your own risk), sick reader, memory loss WC: 2.5k Summary: Leaving Bang Chan was hard for you. But how hard would it be on Chan? (Not really a summary but yk ✨SUSPENSE✨) A.N: Okay so it won't stop bugging me and I'm eatin' this up. Also, this is very cliche, ik. so🤫🤫 Song Rec: Atlantis - Seafret, I Love You So - The Walters, If the world was ending - JP Saxe ft. Julia Michaels

It's not that you didn't love him. It was that you couldn't. He already had so much work piled on him. Late nights at the studio and being overworked by his company was already taking a toll on not only his physical, but mental health too. Now in these circumstances, he didn't need you to add on to that.

You were diagnosed with a brain tumor last week. The doctors had said that you would slowly lose your memory over time and the operation was risky.

“It’s best to tell your loved ones so they will know when the time comes.”

But how could you do that to Chan. You wouldn’t want him to worry about you and forfeit his career. Yes, he would be an emotional wreck if you left him, but it’d be worse if you left his world completely.

What hurt your heart the most though, was that the universe seemed to be playing tricks on you.

“You’ll most likely lose about five years of your memory.”

Five years. Five years ago when you and Chan met. Isn’t that funny. It was making you forget him. Why though? Why did you have to forget the only person who made you truly happy?

So you had no choice. No choice but to let him go. Let him be happy with someone new. Someone who isn't you. As much as you wished that none of this fell on you, there wasn't really another option.

You let there be a slow let down. Drips of it at a time instead of a waterfall. A small flame instead of a blazing fire. I light breeze instead of raging winds. A tiny whisper instead of a loud voice.

So you packed your bags and waited for him. When he got home, late at night, or you could say an early time in the morning, you sat him down. He was clearly worried. It wasn't normal for you to be up this late let alone sitting him down like he'd done something wrong. Before you could even get a word out he grabbed your hands and starting speaking.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for whatever I've done that makes you wish to leave me. Please don't end this. I'll fix whatever is wrong. You're... you're everything I could ask for so don't say anything about us seperating."

Why could he read you so well? How were you suppose to leave him when he looked at you like this? Why did he make it so hard for you to leave him? But you had to tell him one way or another. You took a shuddering breath before spilling it on him.

"I just don't think..." It was suffocating you. You didn't want to continue but you had to. Tears were already rushing to your eyes, ruining your plan. But you couldn't let him see them. "...I don't think I can continue o-our relationship."

"Why?" He said almost immediately.

You wanted to tell him the truth. Or at least give him a soft reason. But you knew you had to hurt him so that he would want to forget you.

"Because I'm tired. You come home at late times. You're probably out with some other girl while I sit at home, waiting for you. Besides, I'm tired of keeping this useless relationship a secret. How long have we been together, Christopher?"

"Don't call me that."

You knew him hearing his government name coming from your mouth would hurt him a little too deep.

"Four years... four years and not even the members know, Christopher."

"Don't call me that!" Tears brimmed his eyes as you spoke.

"I want someone who can be with me and have time for me. Someone who can show me off as if I'm his entire world."

"You are my entire world."

"I don't want to be anybody's SECRET anymore!"

The tears were threatening to push all boundaries and just fall. But you had to keep your resolve.

His grip on your hands tightened. "FIne. I'll take some time off a-and we can do whatever you want. A-and w-we'll go public. I-I-I don't want t-to hide you either so let's-"

"No. I'm done, Christopher. I'm done with all of this and I'm leaving."

Chan gradually moved from the couch and onto his knees, in front of you as he shook his head.

"Please don't call me that. Channie, babe, baby, anything but Christopher. And please... please don't leave me. I'll do anything just don't go. You're the best thing that could possibly happen in my life so d-don't go. You're my happiness. I-I don't know what to do without you. You're my life and soul. You're my everything. So don't walk away..."

You could feel his tears fall onto your lap and hands as he hung his head low. You wanted to sob your heart out. Tell him that this is only for a little while and you'll come back. But you couldn't. So you pushed him away. Walking to your shared bedroom and coming out with suitcases. Chan's eyes widened a he ran to your side.

"Where are you going? Are you seriously going to just leave everything behind? Please don't, please...? Tell me what to do and I'll do it."

"Let me go."

"Anything but that."

His hand rested over yours, stopping you. His eyes pleading you to stay. His breath shaky and unstable. His trembling body from the disbelief. His bothered mind, not wanting to believe this.

“I already said I’m tired and I’m leaving.”

“Take me with you.”

“I’m leaving you.”

You sent the words like sharp, cold icicles straight into his heart. He felt like he couldn’t breathe. His whole world was falling apart.

No.

His whole world was walking away. Away from him. Away from everything they’ve ever created. Away from their love. His arms went limp and you did as you said. You left him. You walked away. ~~~ It’s been a year now. The operation was successful and you made it out safely. But not your memories. As life went on, you felt a little uncomfortable. Like something was missing. Someone was missing. You couldn’t pinpoint it though. So you found a new way to cope, K-pop.

It started recently. A month or two ago maybe. Not that you really could remember. Your friends introduced you to BTS and it just fascinated you. Recently, you started standing a new group, Stray Kids. You didn’t exactly have a bias yet. But, you were really drawn to one member in particular, Bang Chan. He brought you much warmth and for some reason, you kind of felt familiar with him. Like you’ve known him since forever even though you only discovered Stray Kids last week.

Your friend, Yuna, happened to have an extra Stray Kids concert ticket. How could you say no? It wasn’t until another two weeks. But, hello? You had to find the finest outfit out of what you already had. As you rummaged through your closet, a box fell from the top, and you dodged it quickly. The box broke open revealing photos, a diary, a necklace, a phone, and a couple of CDs.

The items weren’t something you recognized. Probably Yuna’s, you thought. But curiosity got the best of you. Yuna wouldn’t mind… right? So you gathered the items together before actually looking at them. Shocked, was an understatement.

There was photos of you and no other than, Bang Chan, together. Cuddling, kissing, canoodling, everything you could possibly find in the books. There’s no way. The person you’ve been admiring for a couple of weeks was… was… was someone you were infatuated with.

You put the rest of the items back into the box and rushed to living room. Placing the box on the table, you took out a few CDs and placed one in the CD player. It was without a doubt, Chan’s voice coming through the speakers. His soft voice singing a love song. You then took out the diary. It contained little moments that you recorded. Your eyes skimmed through the diary until the last page. Tears rushed to your eyes.

“Hi, me. Hi, Y/n. It’s me or you or us. I don’t really know. But I’m writing this because I want you to know about someone. Someone who helped you through everything. Christopher Bahng. Bang Chan. The man who you love most and who loves you most. Don’t forget him. Run to his side as soon as you read this. He’ll be waiting. I promise. If you forget about him, remember the most you possibly can. He’s the only one who will protect you and stay by you. You met at the cafe shop right outside of JYP. Your first date took place at the same place. You had your first kiss during a movie night at his place. His birthday is October 3rd, 1997. He’s your soulmate.”

You grabbed the phone and opened it. Thank god it was unlocked. Thank the past you who was smart enough not to put a password on it. Opening your camera roll, there was gazillion pictures of you and him. Your phone book had only his number in it. Everything on that phone had to do with him. Even the small little widgets.

Memories flooded your mind. It was all of him. Everything about him. You took a deep and shaky breath. Looking at his contact on this phone, you contemplated on pressing it. You ended up pressing it anyway. Now the problem was, how to call him. It was too nerve-wracking. Though it was only about 10 seconds, it felt like hours until you pressed, call. The other end connected almost immediately.

"Y/n... Hello?"

Your breath hitched. It really was him. The voice, the person, the missing peice. You finally found it.

"Y/n, are you there? P-please let it be you. I ran from practice once I knew it was you. Hello? Please say som-"

And you hung up. Everything was finally clicking. Now you knew why you felt like you've known him since forever. Why you felt you had a missing piece. He was there all along and you were just too stupid to realize it.

You finally let your long held breath out. Your heart beating at a rapid pace. Everything felt so surreal. As much as you wished to deny it, you knew it was all true. ~~~ When the time of the concert came, you were ready. Emotionally, probably not. But physically, definitely. You placed the necklace around your neck. The one you had found in the box. It was a galaxie pendant with your's and Chan's intitials written on the back. You dressed exactly how he liked. Well not exactly, but close. He usually prefered you in what you were most comfortable in. But you knew he absolutely loved when you were fully in black. Preferably, a skin tight dress. So that's what you wore. You did a small touch of makeup with a coral shade of lipstick. It was his favortite shade on you. Even though he really liked your natural beauty.

You mustered up all the courage left in you and you went to the concert. Were you scared? The answer was yes. You weren't sure what to expect but that didn't mean it didn't made you scared.

Yuna managed to get her hands on V.I.P tickets which meant you could even go backstage. Your head was jumbled of all the things you were gonna tell him. It made you feel kind of guilty for leaving him like he was nothing just to run back to him. But you still loved him and you weren't gonna let anything get in the way this time.

Eventually, you made it. But you were now standing in the front, extremely nervous. What would he think when he saw you again? Would he be mad at you?

No one but you two knew of your previous relationship. So not even Yuna would have known that she was taking you to the one person you loved.

As soon as they entered the stage, you froze in place. Your eyes couldn't leave his figure. They followed every single one of his movements. What you didn't expect though, even though you should've, was when his eyes found you.

It was after the first song ended and they just started talking to the fans. As he scanned the gigantic crowd, his eyes softened. But when his eyes moved to the row in front of him, his eyes widened. They widened with shock, surprise, disbelief. There you were, standing in the audience of a concert for him. It has always been a dream of his to see you at his concert.

You took off as soon as you saw his eyes widen. You most definitely were not ready for that. You should’ve mentally prepared yourself better. Your heart wouldn’t stop beating rapidly. ~~~ It wasn’t until after the concert that you finally came back. Yuna had to drag you backstage. She kept teasing you for being so shy. But if only she knew. In the end, you were face to face with each of the members. You didn’t do anything, staying still.

Bang Chan had a whole lot of self control, to not run to you and hug you. But Yuna just had to have such a big mouth and said, “ Y/n’s favorite member is Chan! She had her eyes on you the whole time. Was even too nervous to come back here and meet you.”

You face completely flushed with a deep color of pink, immediately looking at Chan. Nervously chuckling as you inputted, “Y-yeah… haha..” Now you both were clearly uncomfortable. The silence kept between the two of you was insufferable as the others teased you. ~~~ Somehow, you were now trapped in a room with Chan. The others left to give you some “privacy,” or so the called it. It felt like hours before one of you finally spoke.

“Hey, y/n…” He said.

“Hey…”

“How’ve you b—”

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“Everything.”

A few moments of silence fell between you again.

“I’m sorry for leaving you and saying things so horrible.” Now tears started clouding your vision as you talked. “I actually didn’t want that. It was all a mistake a-and I really really miss everything we had. I know I sound stupid. But I lied. I lied about everything and I should’ve told you the truth. I-I-I-I had a brain tumor.” Your tears were a full on waterfall now and they definitely weren’t stopping anytime soon. “And I was scared I would affect your career. I was scared that I would forget you, us and everything we had.”

Without a doubt, Chan was also crying. He quickly came to hug you and comfort you. He hushed you down.

“N-no it’s okay. I know it must’ve been hard. I should’ve kept pursuing you and staying by your side no matter what.”

“Don’t blame yourself. You had no choice but to believe me. I was the one who left.”

He just shook his head and held you as close as possible.

“But you’re here now, aren’t you?” He asked before you nodded your head. “See, you’re here now and that’s all that matters.”

Let’s just sayyyyyyy, y’all made up just fine and now you’re happy. Yuna and the other members were shocked for sure but it all went well. The two of you were now together and that’s how it would be, forever. ~~~ another a.n: sry for the ass ending y’all😭 but I didn’t know how to end it with a make up so that’s what I gave. It was also super rushed so sry for that too. Maknae line pt.2 should b out by tmrw so don’t worry. Love y’all though!!!😘😖💗

Back To Me

Pairing: Kim!Seungmin x F!Reader

Genre/AU/Tropes: Angst, non-idol!au, lovers to exes

Warnings: breakup, language, regrets(if that counts idk), implied cheating, daddy issues

WC: 2.5k

Summary: Things with Seungmin just didn’t seem to ever look up and when you confront him about it, he lashes out

A.N: !NOT PROOF READ!Feedback is greatly appreciated*★,°*:.☆(￣▽￣)/$:*.°★* 。also, I’ve been obsessed with “Back To Me” by The Rose since it came out and this ff idea has been weighing heavily on my mind. I am not implying that said idol(s) behave anywhere near what is mentioned in this ff. Inspo from 

Song rec: ‘Back To Me’ by The Rose

You can still remember those sweet moments with Seungmin. You ran along the seashore as he snapped pictures with his camera you gifted him on his birthday. He took you on a short trip to the park and took pictures of you with your hair blowing in the wind. The both of you laid beside each other, getting lost in the other’s eyes.

But you can’t remember when it all started. What caused that sudden change in your relationship? Was it you? Was it him? You would never know…

You didn’t sense it. It all kind of just… happened. Slowly, Seungmin started to grow distant from you. You wish you knew why. I mean, you could’ve just asked him what’s wrong right? Well, the answer is no. How do you ask someone who’s never home and doesn’t reply to your texts? On days he would actually come home, he wouldn’t talk to you. When he did, all he would do was lash out at you for things that weren’t even your fault.

You tried to support him, you really did. You always kept your calm and told yourself it was just because of his stress stemming from work. But it wasn’t long before it broke you down. Nipping at even your smallest insecurities. So on one of the days when he came home, you just said it all to him.

As soon as you heard the door open, so did your mouth. “Come eat dinner. It’s gonna get co- I’m not hungry”, he cut you off. You got up from your seat at the table and forced him to sit down. He sighed heavily. “What do you want, Y/n. You're driving me crazy. I have enough shit from work and now you're being so demanding.” You scoff. You don’t know where it came from but a fire set ablaze in your eyes and all you felt was irritation.

I can make you mad, I can make you scream

“I’m the one driving you crazy!? I’ve just been looking after you and trying to help you through this stress. But suddenly I’m the problem? You know what? I’m tired of this. You can’t just blame me for shit I didn’t even know of. I’m trying to be a good girlfriend and for what? For you just to come home and berate me when you feel like it?” You were breathing heavily by now and the anger consumed you. “Well, you’re not the one working are you? You’re not the one earning money. You’re not the one putting food on the table. You’re not th- But I’m the one trying to make this relationship survive!!!”, you cut him off because you couldn't bear to hear those words come from his mouth. He knew how much they hurt you. 

Your dad said the exact same words before leaving you on your own with your sick and dying mother. When your mother died, it left you in shambles. You were barely 12 then and so your aunt adopted you. And she treated you like her own. She was the only family you had left until you met Seungmin. But now it feels like she was and still is the only family you have left.

Seungmin huffed before taking a bite of food. But, he immediately spit back out along with his venomous words. “What the fuck is this!? It’s salty as hell! And you wonder why I’m not eating this shit.” Before you could even process his words, you heard the front door shut. You were all alone now. Again.

I can make you cry

After taking a shower you had no strength to do anything else. It wasn’t exactly a physical problem. You were just mentally and emotionally exhausted. You laid down in bed and curled yourself in a tight ball, with the blankets covering you. You felt vulnerable and weak. Like you couldn’t do anything to save your once perfect relationship with Seungmin. Suddenly your face began to feel wet. You were crying. But now, you were beyond the point of just crying. You were sobbing uncontrollably. 

Did he fall out of love with you? Or was he just playing you all along? Did he find someone already and he was waiting for a perfect chance to break up? Why did he change? Was it because of you? Or was this his true self and you were too blinded by love to realize it? What happened to that sweet smile that was always hidden behind the camera? What happened to his velvety laughs that would echo through the night? What went wrong..?

You ended up crying yourself to sleep but when you woke up, you found that you had a cold. It must’ve been from the crying last night. You felt your head pounding from all sides. You quickly went to the kitchen and took some painkillers. If Seungmin was here right now, he would be the one taking care of you. Does he even want to be here?

“No. Stop thinking about him, Y/n. He’s the reason you’re like this.”, you thought out loud. You hated the thought of even contacting him in the state you were in, but you needed someone there while you were sick.

Calling all day but I never pick up, instead of pulling my weight always pushin’ my luck

So you called him.

No answer.

Called him again…

No answer.

The cycle went on a couple more times before you sent a voice message. 

“Hey, Baby. I’m sorry for what happened last night. I didn’t mean to yell at you like that and I understand that you’re also busy and stressed. But can you please come home? I just really need you here right now.”

It has now been several days and your fever isn't getting any better. You spend most of your time in bed but force yourself to take medicine and find something to eat. Left with no choice, you called your friend.

Yuna came over in no time, making sure that you weren’t hurt. But she could clearly see how much you were burning up and the immediate help you needed. She nursed you over the weekend until you were okay. When she asked about Seungmin and found out what happened, she tried her best to convince you to leave him. She always knew that he would do no good for you. But you wouldn’t listen. You refused to. It was only a fight between the two of you. He'd come back to you. Right?

You gave me all that I could take, yeah I take it all for granted. Head up in the clouds, yeah I'll never understand it

Seungmin didn't even return until a full three months later. When he arrived, he wouldn't even look at you. Even though he laid beside you to sleep at night, there was nothing but a wall between you two. It was suffocating you. But it clearly wasn't having the same effect on Seungmin. He would giggle in the middle of the night at some tiktoks he was watching, not minding that he'd wake you up.

It was all so frustrating but you just couldn't find it in you to leave him. Well... that's what you thought at first.

Love no longer remained and if there was any, it was fully one-sided. You were sick of this. The constant mental torture was doing you no good and it slowly killed you. It didn't feel as if you were even a couple. You felt like a caretaker. That's not what you bargained for when you started this relationship.

You tried everything in the books to get him to open up to you. Only to learn, that he was just getting tired of you. You no longer interested him. Or so he said,

"Meh. I've just been bored and trying to find a better entertainment source."

You were so fed up with his, if not irritated, nonchalant attitude. When would he realize that he was hurting you. This internal rage was constantly being built up and you just couldn't handle it anymore.

So you opted for the only choice left. To leave him.

I can make you leave. I can make you hate me for everything.

You packed your clothes and belongings into every box and suitcase you could afford and sent it off to your aunt's. You had already told her of the plan and she agreed. Now all that was left was for him to return home. Time ticked by and the anticipation was killing you. Your knee bounced furiously. You were chewing on your thumb nail until you heard the click of the front door. An exhausted Seungmin stepped through.

"Hey, Seungie. Can we talk?"

He groaned as he walked past you. "Let's talk tomorrow. I'm too tired."

"No. We need to talk like now. It's really important. Please?"

Seungmin rolled his eyes before walking back over to you. "What's so important that you're disturbing my rest?"

You nervously fiddled with your hands. It was more nerve-wracking than you thought. You mustered up the last of your courage you had left and looked him in the eye.

"Let's break up."

"What?"

"Let's go our own seperate ways and break up."

"Okay." He waved you off as he headed to the bedroom to sleep.

Shocked wasn't exactly how you'd describe yourself. To be honest, you kind of expected this. They way he brushed things off so easily wasn't new to you. So you didn't even cry. You just grabbed what you had left and made your way to your aunt's house.

As soon as she embraced you, that's when you let your tears fall. It hurt all too much. Everything that Seungmin had been doing to you for the past two years were spilled out in the hour long conversation shared between you and your aunt. Your hatred only continued to grow for Seungmin and soon, all that was left was hatred for him.

Seungmin didn't even notice that you never came to bed. In fact, everything you previously said flew over his head from his exhaustion. It wasn't until he had awoken that he realized you were nowhere in sight. At first he assumed that you may have went to cook breakfast or collect grocceries. But then he remembered what happened last night. He covered his mouth and his eyes began to water.

He began remembering the horrible things he's been saying to you. He didn't mean any of it. Most of the time it wasn't even directed towards you. It was just pure exhaustion. He only tried to come off as happy so he wouldn't upset you. But that only seemed to make it worse.

What he chose to do though, was give you time. He knew he wasn't the exact person you wanted to talk to at the moment. He shook his head at himself. You'd be back in a week hopefully. That's what he thought up until he felt like the house was a little too empty. SO he checked every nook and cranny. None of your belongings remained. No toothbrush, no clothes, no books, no devices, no personal items. Not even your scent lingered.

God, what had he done?

Calling all day, trynna make things right

Seungmin quickly grabbed his phone and called you. His fingers ran through his hair as the call never made it through time and time again. Now he was extremely worried. What if something happened to you?

So he called your closest friend, Yuna. She picked up rather quickly.

"The hell do you want, assface?" She said almost immediately.

Seungmin swallowed hard before asking her, "Do you know where y/n is? I haven't been able to reach her. Do you know if she's okay?"

"Shouldn't you be able to know the whereabouts of your own girlfriend?"

"Look I really don't know and I'm worried. Something went on last night and she's not home. Now my calls aren't getting through and I don't know what to think."

"Well to me, it looks like she finally took my advice. Have a horrible day, bitch." And with that, Yuna hung up.

"FUCK!!" Seungmin cursed loudly as he flung his phone across the room. Had you really left him? Was he that horrible of a person? He chuckled. Who was he kidding? Of course he was that horrible. The amount of pain he must've inflicted on you. His heart clenched.

He began crying as that was all there was to do left.

It's been a couple of months and both of you were trying to move on. Was it easy? No. At least you both tried though. But fate seemed to have other plans.

Just to fuck it all up when I see you tonight. Since you told me hit the road, I've been runnin' on empty, If anything I know it's how to ruin a happy ending

It was a Friday night and Seungmin chose to spend it at a local bar. Guess that bar must've been a little too local. Because there you were, standing just 20 feet away from him. Seungmin could feel his heartbeat accelerate. He so desperately wanted to run and hug you. It felt like hell without you.

You were no longer there to remind him that he was loved. You were no longer there wishing him good nights and good mornings. You were no longer there to cook him his everyday meals. You were no longer there to give him a goodbye kiss.

But you were here, with another man. Seungmin knew he had no right but he couldn’t help but feel jealous. You told him that you’d always be his so why was it different now? Truth was, he knew the answer. Anger and jealousy blinded him though.

He stomped the whole way over there and yanked you by the wrist. “Who’s this!?” He asked angrily. “What the fuck, Seungmin! Why the hell are you here!?” Seungmin didn’t even hear you as he suddenly flung his fist into the dude’s face.

You grabbed Seungmin by the collar and pulled him towards you, landing a hard smack on his face. “Stop, you fucking asshole.”

He immediately snapped out of it. Seungmin looked at you apologetically but it was already too late. He could see it in your eyes. The disgust, hat and annoyance. How could he do that to you?

”Wait, y/n…”

And he couldn’t even salvage it. So he left. That’s all he could do. He knew you wouldn’t take him back. When he thought about it, he wouldn’t take himself back either. So he began drinking. Drinking all the pain away.

But I can’t make you come back to me

He’d lost you completely and there was nothing he could do. He wanted to scream at you that you couldn’t leave him. But he knew he was in the wrong. On your wedding day he watched as you posted the photos. You and some other dude instead of you and him.

He couldn’t find the strength in him to go to the actual event. He’d lose control if he did. He wanted to tell you,

“I’m sorry.”

But what good would that do. If he truly wanted you to be happy, he’d leave you alone, and that’s what he did. He watched you from afar. He still cried from time to time. He was happy for you. But he had to admit,

“But, I still wan’t you.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ a.n: this has been on pause for 3 months now😭 and idk if ya caught on to the 2nd song at the end but yeah. Anyways, hope ya enjoyed bc this has been a long awaited fix. Sry to anyone who was waiting. Have a great day/night!!! Love y’all!!🫶💕💗

Maknae Line!Skz stood you up on a date

Pairing: Maknae Line!skz x gn!reader Genre: Angst, fluff/comfort, idk Warnings: Nothing much but maybe a little cursing and mentions of insecurities Song rec: Fine - Taeyeon A.N: Requested by 🧈anon, sry this took so long😭 on top of being a student, I just procasinate a lot. Will this have a part 2? idk but we'll c

HAN JISUNG Jisung said that he reserved an expensive restaurant for the two of you to enjoy. But maybe you misheard it and he said for only you to enjoy. Sure you could say it's being too dramatic since he's only late for about thirty minutes. You would like to say that too. If he didn't leave you sitting at a restaurant ordering random plates to await his arrival for two hours. You were getting impatient. You couldn't sit here for much longer or you'd be kicked out. Five minutes, you said. If he didn't show up in the next five minutes, you'd leave.

Spoiler alert, much to your dissappointment, he didn't show up. So you had to pay for the dinner and leave a tip as a "sorry for wasting your time." It ticked you off. For the first time since he got back from tour, this was the date. But he couldn't even show up. It absolutely pissed you off. As you were leaving the restaurant, you got a text. Looking at your phonescreen, it read, Hanji💞

"Sorry I couldn't make it, Bubs."

ping

"I'll make it up to you."

ping

"LOVE YOU😘"

You felt the tears well up in your eyes. This was suppose to be a makeup date. So why were you now walking home in the rain? The soft pitter patter of the rain was doing a good job of covering the sounds of your shattering heart and ugly sobs. All the efforts you put into this date for it not to work out. You even went shopping for a dress just for this occassion. Now it's drenched from the rain.

When you finally got home, it was dark. "Guess he's not home yet." You thought out loud. Suddenly the lights came on and Jisung came from behind the couch.

"Surprise!" He shouted with a cake in his hands. His jolly behavior instantly switched to worry when he saw you in your condition. "B-baby, what's wrong."

Bursting into tears, you crouched down and covered your face with your hands. He also crouched down and held your face, making you look up at him. 

"I'm sorry, Bubs. Don't cry."

"I thought- I thought that you didn't care about me anymore. Like you forgot me. O-or you possibly didn't love me anymore." 

He looked at you guiltily, knowing he's the reason you felt this way. He felt so bad. So he gently place an arm below your knees and the other around your shoulders. Slowly lifting you up and carrying you over to the restroom. 

"Ji! What are you doing!?"

He just shot you a fond yet cheeky smile. Gently removing your articles of clothing. "Jisung... w-wait."

"I gotta make it up to my baby girl somehow." Then he lifted you into the tub. "What were you thinking, Love? What did you think I was gonna do to you?"

Your cheeks flushed a bright pink. "N-nothing!" He chuckled and kissed your temple. "If I was gonna do that, I would've taken you to the bedroom. Don't you think?" No doubt, your ears were most definitely red now. "Whatever..." You mumbled as Jisung filled the tub with warm water. "What was that? I didn't hear you." He teased.

You just crossed your arms and ignored him. Even though, secretly inside, you were more than content with this new memory you'd be holding dear for the rest of your life. ~~~ LEE FELIX Today, you and Felix were supposed to have a home date. A little baking session for the two of you. You went out and bought all the ingredients that were missing. Even though you usually had all of them because of how much the both of you loved to bake. 

Except on this date, Felix was running a little late. If he couldn't make it then he would've found some kind of way to inform you. But you haven't got a single text or call from him in the past hour and a half.

You stayed up for a couple of hours waiting for him. It was already half past midnight and sleep was beginning to take over. With a heavy sigh, you headed to bed. But when you got there, you couldn't fall asleep.

All through the night, you twisted and turned and even counted sheep. You couldn't fall asleep though. 

When you lost all hope, you heard Felix tiptoe to the bedroom door and silently slip into bed. You pretended to be sleeping, not wanting to worry him. It wasn't long before he fell asleep and that's when you arose. You could smell the foul odor of alcohol on your boyfriend and it made you- Well not exactly upset but disappointed.

After grabbing your phone off the nightstand, you made your way to the guest bedroom. The time read, 3:48 a.m. You cried to your heart's content. He'd leave you second-guessing yourself just to turn up drunk. It wasn't until the sun rose that you finally fell asleep.

Felix woke up with his head banging from all sides. He knew he shouldn't have drank that much last night. But that was the least of his concerns. You weren't lying beside him. Where'd you go? His mind changed when he saw the time though. It was nearly afternoon. 

He got up to get himself coffee when he saw the baking ingredients and utensils scattered everywhere. Fuck, he cursed himself. That's why you weren't there.

"Y/n?" Felix called out. If you were mad at him you'd sleep anywhere but your shared bedroom. So he figured that you'd be in the guestroom.

When he made it there, you were still out like a light. He gently laid down beside you and wrapped his arms around you. This motion woke you up and you almost leaned into his touch. But remembering why you slept here in the first place, made you scoot away. Felix didn't let you get away though. He only pulled you closer and held you tighter.

"Why weren't you by my side this morning? Why are you sleeping in the guestroom?"

Silence.

"I woke up in a cold bed."

Silence.

"Are you just going to ignore me?"

Silence.

Felix nuzzled his nose into your neck. This would usually make you laugh but in these circumstances, you were too disappointed to. Your boyfriend softly sighed.

"I'm sorry, Love. I know, I know I was supposed to have a date with you last night. But I was dumb and I forgot. I went out drinking instead. Then I left you at home, worried that I got into some kind of trouble. I'm sorry that I upset you. I'll make it up to you, I promise."

You turned around to face him. "I'm not upset. Just disappointed." You placed your face on his chest. Your boyfriend could feel the tears dampen his shirt.

"I know, Love. I'm sorry." Felix gently rocked you until you both eventually fell back asleep. 

When the two of you awoke, he definitely made it up to you. You finally had the date you'd been waiting for.

"You're not allowed to stand me up on a date again."

"Yes m'lady." He said as he bowed.

You softly chuckled. One step backwards and two steps forward. That's the positive version of the phrase and you'd like to keep it that way. ~~~ KIM SEUNGMIN According to your Bumble date, he wanted to meet at 11:00 a.m. sharp at the small cafe by the amusement park. So where was he when it's already 2:00 p.m.? You thought you were running late when you showed up at 12 instead of 11. But he's not even here yet. For context, he's Kim Seungmin, age 23, and a hotshot. Were you being impatient? No. You've been waiting for two hours.

But then you began to overthink. What if he already left because you arrived late and he probably thought you stood him up. No way... right? Time was ticking away and before you knew it, it was almost already 4. You decided to leave before one of the workers got fed up with you ordering coffee after coffee.

Well considering that you were already here, might as well go to the amusement park. 

As you turned down the road you felt a hand gently grasp your wrist. You turned around in shock. There Seungmin stood with a guilty smile. You were a bit confused. He just so happened to appear as soon as you were ready to leave.

"Umm... hey." He said nervously. "Oh, sorry!" Seungmin dropped your hand and nervously rubbed the back of his neck. "I was supposed to come sooner but I completely forgot. Actually, no! That makes me sound stupid. I was just really nervous."

You just stood there, not sure of what to say. "Okay..." You held out the last syllable.

"Shit. Fuck. Sorry. I'm leaving a really bad impression on you, aren't I." He awkwardly chuckled before continuing. "What I meant to say was, I was too shy to meet you. Umm... I worked really hard on my look. I even got a haircut. The outfit! I spent a lot of time choosing it. I wasn't sure what you liked. When I was done, I saw that I was running late but I still had to drive for an hour. When I got here, I was so sure that you left because what kind of asshole leaves their date alone for 3 hours. But when I saw you still waiting for me I got nervous again because you look stunning. Then I felt like I didn't look good enough and all the time and effort I put into my look couldn't compare to yours. So I was stuck in my car contemplating why I thought I could come. But then I saw you leaving and you were too good to lose. So I chased after you and here we are. I must be talking too much, especially about myself. And you must think I'm a klutz or something."

Seungmin slowly looked up at you. "Sorry, I've been rambling. Do I... seem like a klutz to you?"

And here you were thinking that it was you. You began to chuckle, nodding your head. His face dropped. 

"Oh God... am I really that bad?"

You shook your head. "No. In fact, you're everything I've been searching for. Who would ever think a good-looking guy like yourself would get this nervous meeting a girl for the first time?"

"Oh." He said stunned, making you laugh more.

"Well would you like to make it up to me instead of standing here looking so clueless?"

Seungmin immediately nodded his head. He was quite the guy considering his looks.

"Then take me to the amusement park up the road and I'll forgive you."

Safe to say, he was an amazing guy and an amazing date. The two of you were only able to enjoy for about three hours but it was enough for you to know, 

"I'll love him for the rest of my life." ~~~ YANG JEONGIN After putting on your finishing touches of makeup, you were ready to head out the door. You had already calculated. Taking the bus there would take about thirty minutes so you need to get going before 12:30 because Jeongin wanted to meet by 1 o'clock. 

When you arrived, you were only waiting for about five minutes when you got a text from him.

"Sorry"

"Can't come."

"I'll make it up to you later."

"Promise🤞🏻"

You sighed and texted back,

"Ok👌🏻"

 It wasn't like Jeongin to cancel on a date. But you already put all this effort into showing up, maybe you should just roam around a bit. Just as you were about to leave, you got another text.

"Okay, now I feel bad especially since we haven't been on a date in forever😞"

The text made you chuckle a bit.

"It's fine Innie😭"

"No it's not😡"

You couldn't stop laughing to yourself as you read the messages. Your boyfriend only continued to send more texts, feeling the need to explain himself.

"Now, I didn't want to cancel the date."

ping

"But I have a bit of a problem.🤏🏻"

ping

"Well maybe not a bit."

ping

"More like 7 problems.🙄"

ping

*attachment sent*

It was a photo of the boys following Jeongin around. Trying to get intel on this date of his. Of course they'd want to know who their maknae was dating. They were all wearing funny disguises and trying to hide themselves every time Jeongin took a photo. Bang Chan would try to hide behind a lamppost or a wall. Hyunjin pretending to read a newspaper. Changbin, for some reason, pretended to work out in the middle of the street. Minho pretended to walk one of his cats as if he wasn't holding Soonie in his arms the whole time. The rest of them dressed as ahjummas and turned to talk in a group like they aren't following Jeongin. Jeongin had a little pout on his face.

ping

"These dodo birds won't stop following me🤢🤬 and I don't want to get you involved.😞"

The people around you probably thought you were crazy. You were full on losing your shit as you viewed the photos.

"I think they just love you, Innie😘🥰😍"

ping

"Because I'm just that good🤧"

"Whatever you say🥱"

ping

"Do you not agree😢"

Then you left him on read.

ping

"HEY!😡"

ping

"I CAN LITERALLY SEE YOU READING THIS😤"

ping

"ANSWER ME!🤬"

Welp. You'll respond when he makes up for the date.

Don't Let Me Go

I'm not going to say anything bc I want it to be a full surprise ehehehehehehehehehehehe I will give you a song rec tho WC: 630 Song rec: Don't Let Me Go - Cigarettes After Sex

"Hey, Chris..." You speak out to him as he holds you tightly. He simply hums back to you. "Can you never let me go? Like. Ever?"

Your boyfriend chuckles lightly. "I will never ever let you go. I swear."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

"Pinky promise?"

Chan chuckles a little louder this time before hooking his pinky finger with your much smaller one. "Pinky promise." Even stamping it with kissed thumbs.

"Till the flowers no longer bloom and the sun no longer shines. I will forever be yours and you will forever be mine." You both say in unison. It was like a vow made between the two of you.

His lips softly capture yours. You slowly let out a sigh of relief. This was all you ever wanted for the years to come.

After you finally pulled away, your breathing slowed and your eyes began to droop. Chan couldn't help but stroke the hair behind your head.

"I'm tired now, Channie." You softly spoke to him. He continued stroking your hair. "Then why don't you rest now, yeah?" He replied. "I'm tired but I don't want to fall asleep yet."

Chan kissed the top of your head and pulled you a little closer. "I'll be here when you wake up so just give yourself some rest now."

"Okay..."

It was said only slightly over a whisper before you nodded off to sleep.

Bang Chan looked down at your sleeping figure with a gentle smile. The tears began clouding his vision as your heart moniter went off. Both of you already saw this coming so you spent your last moments with him. He stayed by your side since you were terrified of needles and the treatment process. But he still lost you.

The doctors quickly rushed in, a few nurses attempting to take Chan out the room. But he couldn't bear to leave you. He had promised that he'd never let go. Your hand was still warm. You'd wake up. Your hand still gripped his tightly.

"Sir, you're going to have to leave. The patient is in critical condition and we need to operate immediately." He pushed back against them. "I already promised her I won't let go! I won't disturd you guys. I just... I just... I just need to stay by her side to make sure she's okay...." He started yelling but his voice softly died down.

He could practically hear your voice telling him to stay and not to leave him in this big scary room with all these strangers all alone. But he didn't really have a choice.

"Our hospital staff will be sure to make sure Ms. L/n is safe. So please step outside of the room sir."

With that, he finally let go of your hand, breaking the promise he had made with you only minutes ago. ~~~ Your boyfriend stood over your casket, gripping you hand tightly, and crying to his heart's content.

"Didn't you say that you'll love me forever. 'Till the flowers no longer bloom and the sun no longer shines. I will forever be yours and you will forever be mine.'" He quoted. "Was that all a lie!? Why aren't you telling me that it's fine and you're alright. W-why aren't you here..?"

The rest of the guest also cried. Your mother sat in the front row unable to contain her sobs. Chan could only break down. Now on his knees as he cried hysterically.

"I'm sorry, y/n. I didn't mean to yell at you. I just miss you. I didn't mean to break our promise. I just want you to come back. Please? I promise I'll be better."

"Till the flowers no longer bloom and the sun no longer shines. I will forever be yours and you will forever be mine."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I'm sorry, everyone. Don't hate me🤧 I just had this thought while watching the 14th ep of Doom At Your Service. It rly isn't my fault. I love you all!!!!

Feedback is greatly appreciated and thank you for reading! Have a great day/night!!!

Long For You

Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x gn!reader AU/Trope/Genre: Lovers to still lovers, Angst, fluff(?), hurt/comfort Warnings: regret, crying(?), lovesick, miscommunication, nothing really WC:1K Song rec: Long for you - Hyunjin A.N.:No bc after dropping that how’d he expect us to react(RAGHHHHHHHHHHH PLS IM SORRY ILL TREAT YOU BETTER)

~~~ You stare at the white tulip. A singular white tulip sent to you this morning from Hyunjin. Another apology letter to accompany it. Something about not being able to come home tonight even when he promised you he would.

That singular white tulip going to wilt and rot away like the rest. Forgotten just like his empty promises.

The feeling of your relationship slowly collapsing hurts your heart to the core. You wish it didn’t but there’s not much you can do. Everyone around you thinks you’re a match made in heaven. But it’s not the way you think this is.

You’re beginning to think that this love is all you and nothing left of him.

~~~ Hyunjin doesn’t return home until the end of the week. He notices your distance from him. He wants to take your hand in his and ask you what could possibly be wrong. But he refrains from it.

Maybe it was better for you to fall out of love with him.

As much as he loves you he knows what your parents think. “He’s no good for you y/n. It’ll only be so long before he leaves you for someone else. Take one look at him and you can tell that he’s a skank. Leave him. He’ll just break your heart.”

He can only think that your parents are right. Not the fact that he'd leave you for somebody else. But that he's no good for you and he'll never be.

It can only be so long before you get sick of his long schedule. No one wants to be stood up on every date and left to wait for the others arrival.

How many nights were you up waiting for him to come home? How many dinners were eaten with your only company being the silence that hung in the air? How many tears have you cried in his absence?

Those are the questions that float around his mind as he watches you peacefully sleep on your side of the bed. He can't help but reach his hand out to caress your face. A soft smile slowly trickled to his lips as he does.

These are the kind of moments he can only have as you sleep. But when you grab his arm he thinks he's almost been caught until you nuzzle your face into his arm. His heart warms at the sight but he knows he can't let his hopes get too high.

He notices the tears stains that line along your face. He doesn't fail to notice that his heart breaks instead.

"Don't go..." He can faintly hear you say. Oh how he wishes that he could stay with you until the next morning but work calls. What can he do. ~~~ When you awaken Hyunjin's side of the bed was empty. You could've sworn he came home last night and that you held on to him. Maybe it was all a dream again. Just as it always had been.

You want to cry but there are no tears left. Your mouth feels dry and your head hurts from the breakdown you had last night. Back before Hyunjin became famous he'd hold you in his arms and automatically made it better. But there were no one left to wrap you in their embrace.

Forcing yourself out of bed you make yourself a quick breakfast. But it only includes a peeled orange and a cup of tea. The same oranges you used to peel for Hyunjin because it was an act of love you wanted to show him. But who were you supposed to do it for now?

You quickly shake those thoughts from your mind. Opting to turn on the tv instead to hopefully drown out the voices in your head. But to no avail. You can barely make out the words the characters are saying as the voices come rushing back in.

He’s tired of you.

He doesn’t love you.

You’re pathetic.

Nothing but a toy.

Too naive for your own good.

He’ll never need you.

Just a nuisance in his life.

Suddenly everything becomes so loud. The voices coming from all over. The buzz of the refrigerator. The dripping of the water from the kitchen faucet. The sound of the vents blowing air. The lights become too bright and your eyes burn. It’s all too much.

You rush around the house. Shutting off the tv. Unplugging the fridge. Turning the faucet all the way down so no more water would drip. Disabling the air ventilation from continuously flowing. Drawing the curtains and switching off all the lights until you finally felt at peace.

After finishing you sat down in the middle of the floor. Knees pulled up to your chest and arms wrapped around them. You dropped your head down and you felt your tears run. It never got this bad. Hyunjin would be able to calm you down in these circumstances. But where was he now. The questions swirled around and made your mind dizzy.

Your sobbing hadn’t ceased until you fell asleep. There on the floor. The cold tiles being your only comfort in the silenced room. ~~~ Being faced with the darkness and silence when returning home wasn’t anything new to Hyunjin. Except that it was the evening on Friday only about 5 p.m.

The curtains were never drawn this early. When the two of you first moved in you made a rule to always open up the curtains to let the sunlight stream in and put the day to a joyful start.

He also noticed how cold it was. He was sure the heater was on to at least 64. Why was it nearly freezing? Winters in Korea are no joke.

Hyunjin stumbled around until he found the light switch and he turned the heat back up. That was when he finally saw you lying on the floor in the middle of the kitchen.

“Y/n!!” He nearly screamed.

You instantly jolted from your slumber trying to force your eyes open but the lights were too bright.

“T-turn off the lights. Please.” Your voice felt hoarse. You felt like you couldn’t breathe and your lungs were rejecting the oxygen.

Hyunjin was quick to do what you requested before stumbling his way back to you. “Are you okay baby? What happened?”

“Water.” You said dryly.

“What was that baby?”

“I need water.”

“O-okay baby. Wait just a minute.” He fumbled around trying to grab a glass and fill it up with water.

You grew worried. His movements were too faint. You bagel to panic. “Hyunnie..?”

“I’m here baby. Right here.” He found his way back to you and knelt down by your side. He reached for your hand and gently wrapped it around the cup. It was cold to the touch contrasting the warmth radiating off of Hyunjin.

After you drank the entire cup, he took it from you and placed it in the sink. He carefully placed his hands on either sides of your body and slowly lifted you up. And you let him.

He carried you all the way to the bedroom and settled you into the sheets. He knew how you got so he went to fix everything else. But before he could leave you grabbed his hand.

“Please stay. Don’t go.” How could he reject that? He slipped under the covers right with you and took you into his arms.

Oh how you missed this feeling. You couldn’t help but cry. Clenching onto his shirt you let your tears flow freely.

“Baby what’s wrong?” He asked the question but he knew the answer. You were in pain because of him. He couldn’t believe he let it get to this point where you had to break down in his hold.

You pulled him in tighter and buried your face into the crook of his neck. “It’s nothing. I just.. I just miss you so much. I missed this so much. I missed us so much.” Everything felt so much better now that he was with you. But you still doubted whether he love you.

“Tell me, Hwang Hyunjin. Do you still love me?” His heart broke. He didn’t believe there would ever be a day you would doubt his love for you. “What? Why would you ever think that? I love you y/nnie. With everything in me. All I’ve ever done is all for you. All I’ve ever accomplished was because of you.”

He pulled you away from your hiding place and cupped your face in his hands. “Don’t ever think for even a second that I don’t love you. You’re my everything. I couldn’t live without you. You mean absolutely the most to me. There’s not a moment that I don’t think of you. Long for you. I know how much you have to wait for me. But I promise it’s all the same for me. I love you so much.”

His forehead was pressed against yours as he leaned in for a kiss. When you didn’t reject it he finally pressed his lips against yours. Finally being able to take in the moment and relish in each other’s company. ~~~ Both of you ended up falling asleep and not wanting to awaken until the sun rose and peeked through the curtains. You woke up first and slowly but surely opened your eyes. You heard Hyunjin’s soft breaths coming from beside you.

A soft smile came to your lips naturally. It’d been forever since you got to wake up with him. You took your pointer finger and softly traced his facial features. It wasn’t until you got to his lips that you realized he was awake when he opened it to bite your finger.

“Ah—”

“What are you doing, hmm?” He nuzzled his nose into your neck causing you to giggle. “You just looked so peaceful and so handsome I couldn’t resist.”

You could feel him smiling against your skin. His cheeks warming at your comment. “Mmm.” He sighed relieved that you were finally okay again.

“I think I should go and plug in the refrigerator before the milk spoils.” Your boyfriend looks up at you with confusion is his eyes. “I unplugged it last night.” You said with a guilty chuckle. ~~~ The two of you spent the rest of the day doing activities you used to do with each other. As you were messing on the bookshelf a photo album dropped from the top shelf. On the front was written, “My love<3”

You chuckled at the sight of your foolish high school writing and called Hyunjin from the kitchen.

“Look what I found. It’s our photos from high school.” Hyunjin groaned at the sight. “Don’t remind me how horrible I looked then.” When he saw you frown he mentally face-palmed himself.

“What do you mean Hwang Hyunjin. You were my little cutie.” You pouted and jutted your bottom lip out. “Never mind. I’ll just put this back.”

“Wait baby. Let’s look at it. It’s been a minute since we’ve looked through them anyway.”

Hyunjin settled on the couch and pulled you into his lap, eliciting a squeal from you. “I’ll just look over your shoulder.” He said after you expressed your concern of him not being able to see it.

Hours passed as you flipped through the pages and remembered the stories behind each one. That was until you got to the one with you standing in the snow and reading a book. You looked at him surprised.

“When did you take this picture?”

“I took it during senior year and you were so worried about your studies and nearly walked out to the road. I took it because you looked so pretty with the snow falling around you and your furrowed brows, so concentrated on the book. You were so beautiful. It was before we began dating and that was the time I longed for your attention the most.”

“Am I not beautiful now?” You asked with a frown.

”You’re the most beautiful no matter what.” He reassured you.

“Do you not long for me anymore? Or is that just for your first love?”

He rested his head on your shoulder, inhaling your scent. White tulip. Your favorite flowers. Then he spoke.

“I’ll always long for you.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Thanks for reading!! I think this will be one of my last fics before I go. Hope you enjoyed it!!

Taglist: @jinnie-ret @kailee08

Skz As Toxic Cheating Men

Pairing: OT8/skz x fem!reader A.N.: Don't ask this just randomly came to mind

CHAN - Who'll make you believe that he's so kind-hearted but will do an entire 180 when he gets you where he wants you - Who'll victim blame all the time - "But, Baby... If you would have loved me more I wouldn't seek for it in other people." - Who'll coax you into forgiving him, which you do, and the cycle begins

MINHO - Who won't hesitate cheating on you from the start - You could be the other woman and wouldn't know - Who begs for you back and you forgive him each and every single time - Who your family doesn't approve of but they don't even know what's good for you, right? - (Or at least that's what Min told you) - Who makes sure you don't find out about the fling he's having with one of your friends right now - "Don't worry about her, baby. You're all I want."

CHANGBIN - Who is the most manipulative type - Who won't allow you to meet other people and you must be with him all the time - Who doesn't allow you to have any social media when you guys begin dating - Who always has your phone and limits your usage of it - Who claims its for your own safety because after all he has these muscles for a reason - Who will disappear after you fall asleep to hook up with a random girl - Who you'll wake up beside in the morning with kiss marks on his shirts collar but you choose to ignore it like you always do - "Why are you staring baby?"

HYUNJIN - Who breaks it to you softly just to do it again - Who promises you he's a changed man but we all know that's a lie(except you) - Who likes to string you along like a puppet - Who secretly deletes all the chats between you and any male relation because he can definitely cheat but you can't - Who tells you he does it for fun and will come back to you at the end of the day anyways - "I don't know why you're making such a big deal out of this. It's not even that serious."

JISUNG - Who makes an entire scene when you confront him about it - Who refuses to admit to his adultery - Who in the end turns the entire situation on you - Who will purposefully send you explicit things that’s going on between him and his fling just to get you riled up - Who denies that that’s him in the video - Who basically tells you that you no longer satisfy him so it’s only fair that he finds it elsewhere - “I would never cheat and you know it. If I did then it must be because of you.”

FELIX - Who does it discreetly - Who tells his entire friend group and about the other woman and then “accidentally” sends you a text - Who proceeds to say the text wasn’t meant for you - Who gets violent when you ask him about it later on - Who slaps you across the face when he catches you searching his phone - Who threatens you he’ll break-up with you if you continue with your “nonsense” - “Why can’t you just trust me!? Never touch my phone again!”

SEUNGMIN - Who begins cheating and gets wary about you - Who will constantly cheat even in your own house - Who brings random girls at night when you’re working the night-shift - Who tells you it’s not him when your friend sends a picture of him kissing a girl at a bar - Who then begins questioning you - Who asks you if you’re the one cheating because cheaters are always worried about their partners cheating when deep down he knows he’s talking about himself - Who gets jealous when he sees you talking to a coworker - Who deletes all your male contacts and blocks them on your socials too - Who thinks you’re cheating on him too because it’s only right for you to be doing that or he wouldn’t be doing it to you - “I bet you’re fucking cheating on me! We all know you’re a fucking slut anyways!”

JEONGIN - Who claims that he just didn’t know it was wrong - Who uses his puppy eyes and says that he truly didn’t mean to - Who says it was the woman who seduced him and he’d never do that to you - Who claims he’ll never do it again - Who’s cheating on you the week after that - Who smiles at is phone like a teenager and says that its his sister when you ask - Who knows he’s caught in a lie when he says so since he only has brothers - Who begins crying hysterically and claiming that it’s just because he’s been so lonely when you’re gone - Who plays victim until you fall into his trap again - “But you love me, don’t you, noona? If you really love me you’ll forgive me, right?” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A.N.: Y’all notice how each member’s got longer. Yeah I got a little carried away

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Ship on sea ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Captain!Hyunjin x Siren!fem!reader

Category: angst, fluff, smut

'Hoist the sails, loose the nets.'

"Root everyone."

"Let go of the nets."

"Ah, we've got one, Captain!"

That's all you can remember. You got captured by pirates, the worst kind of people. You were unconscious in the net, you had human legs again, you were naked. Your long wet hair covered your body, luckily too.

You woke up in one room. How can you describe the room? It was average, wooden walls, there were some candles on a desk. You saw a few cards and some goods. Lots of papers, two doors that lead to other rooms apparently.

You were sitting in a bathtub, with cold water that felt good. You looked around in a bit of surprise. You could still hear the sailors' words in your ears.

You saw a man come in. His eyes were dark, it scared you. You panicked and tried to crawl out of the bathtub, but unfortunately you couldn't.

"Ahh, you're finally awake again, hmm."

he came to you and he lifted you chin with his index finger.

"Looks healthy enough to sell."

'Excuse me? To sell?! I am not an object.'

'In my opinion, yes. A strange kind of quick-witted person.'

"I have legs too."

“I've seen that before, little girl. I have eyes here.'

he pointed his finger at his eyes.

"Can I get out of the bathtub?"

"So you can run away, back into the water?"

"I'm not going to do that."

"As if I trust a being like you."

'I'm a person too.'

"Not in my eyes." so he left.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ You were still in the bathtub, quietly playing with the water. Suddenly the door opened again. He had a plate in his hands with some delicious food. He went to his desk and started eating.

'That looks delicious.'

you said.

'Could I have a piece too?'

'No.'

"You can't let me starve, who would want to buy me."

'You think I didn't think of that? You won't get food until tomorrow.'

"Why not today?"

"Because I said so, little girl."

"Stop calling me a little girl."

He paused and continued eating. You couldn't look at it, so you dived under the water. You observed your tail. It was beautiful, to be honest.

'What is your name?'

he didn't answer.

"Can I at least know your name?"

'Why.'

"Because it's strange to be in the same room with someone, without any information."

“Hyunjin.

“Hyunjin…nice name.”

he nodded. He stood up from his chair. You leaned against the bathtub.

"Where are you going?"

'I'm going to sleep.' '

'Goodnight then.'

So he left again without saying a word.

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You pretended to be sleeping, but actually you couldn't close your eyes for 2 hours. You heard a door creak and some footsteps. You felt eyes on you. You used your senses to maybe know who it was. You smelled a certain scent and felt a certain atmosphere... it felt like... Hyunjin.

You opened your eyes and looked straight into his eyes. He stood there leaning against the door frame. Just staring you up and down. He didn't say anything, nothing came out of his mouth. His pyjama was a long fleece blouse with a long fleece pants. After three minutes he just went back into his bedroom.

You thought he was scary, even though he looked very attractive. His look gave you chills. You wanted to flee, to leave.

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The next morning, you woke up on a bed. You were laying under a blanket. You don't know how you came here, but it was at least better now when you had legs. You looked under the blanket and saw you had a dark blue dress on. It was beautifull. You stood up from the bed and looked around in the bedroom.

The bed you were in was not too small, but not too big either. It was in the corner of the room. This definitely wasn't the captain's room, or at least you hoped so... You started walking around the room. You had to get used to your legs. You hopped around a bit so your muscles could move a bit. It had been a long time since you used your legs. You were surprised that you still knew how to stand up.

The door opened again and the captain named Hyunjin entered. There was a table in the room where you sat. He had a plate of food in his hands.

'Here.'

you cautiously approached. It was hardtack and salt beef. It looked quite tasty.

'Thank you.'

you muttered. You sat at the table and began to eat quietly, not daring to look up at the captain. He just stood leaning against the door. He watched you eat everything. He also looked at your legs, it was strange that you first had a tail and now two beautiful shiny legs. It was fantastically impressive.

You looked to your right where he was standing. You looked him up and down. You had never really looked at him properly. He didn't look too unfriendly, he had long black hair, thick lips, he was also tall and muscular, but that's probably normal.

"What's your name, little girl."

You looked at your plate and didn't answer. He came closer and grabbed your chin.

"Answer the captain."

“Y/N…”

you said softly.

“Y/N, okay.”

He sat across from you at the table. His hands were together and he looked at you. His eyes seemed darker than ever. You kept looking at your plate.

"You're a strange creature."

'You too.'

He clicked with his tongue his inner jaw. The silence was a bit awkward.

He got up again and left again. You thought he was finally leaving for a while, but he came back in with his plate of food. He sat across from you again and started to eat. You watched his actions. It was quiet, you could hear the sounds of the sea. The ship moved a little, but the sea was quiet this time of year.

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The two of you grew a little closer together, you always ate lunch together. You two talked sometimes. It was very quiet. You'll be sold in just 1 day. The captain had forgotten that, and he still didn't know. The captain became close to you. He came and sat with you, you talked about the ocean. He asked many things, all of which you had seen. It was nice to finally have someone with the same passion. He couldn't stay away from you, until today...

The ship sailed on the shore. The captain was still asleep. You were sleeping in the room next door, suddenly some sailors came to get you out of bed. They put a cloth over your mouth.

'Healthy enough to sell.'

You tried to stop them, you moved and tried to escape from their grasp. You pushed things over but they finally got you out of the ship. They grabbed your arms and dragged you away. Your anger swirled, you had sharp teeth, you bit the cloth from your mouth. They didn't notice yet because you were pretty quiet.

Before they know it you bit their hands, blood pouring from their bodies. You were still wearing the dark blue dress. The captain heard shouting and immediately went to your room, you weren't there. He ran outside to the deck and looked where the shouting was coming from. He saw the bloody hands of his crew members.

He saw you running to the beach, clutching the dress tightly to you. You ran deep into the water and finally dived into the water itself. No no no no, you couldn't leave, you couldn't leave him. Hyunjin took off some of his clothes and jumped into the water.

You no longer swim that fast because you were already used to your legs. You heard some water splashing. You turned around and saw Hyunjin swimming towards you. It was too dangerous here in the Ocean for a human like him. You swam far out into the sea, but you still saw the ship.

“Y/N.”

he tried to shout.

“Y/N, wait, please.”

you stopped and turned around. He tried to keep his head above water, but he was so tired. You saw him sink a little underwater. You immediately swam over to him and grabbed him in an embrace. You kept his head above water as you swam to a nearby shore. This one was a little further than the normal one, it was not really accessible.

You laid him down and started knocking water out of his body. You started mouth to mouth breathing. You made sure you scooped up enough air. His eyes opened again and he gasped. You were still giving him life support. He straightened his back and started coughing. You looked at his chest, which was heaving.

“Y/N.”

he said softly. His fingers slid over your cheeks.

"Don't leave me alone, please."

"You wanted to sell me."

'They came in without my permission. I would never sell you after the time I had with you.'

'The time?'

“I feel alive with you Y/N.”

You grabbed his face and pressed your lips against his. Your tongue slid through his mouth. Your hands interwined.

"Let's go back, okay?"

he put a piece of hair behind your ears.

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Hyunjin carried you to his bed and laid you down. He trampled the members who took you. They were given community service for the coming months. They also came to you personally. Of course you forgave them, also because you bit them.

You lay on the bed and waited for Hyunjin to come back. He came in and locked the door. He sat on the bed next to you. He played with your hair. He started kissing your face softly. You took his hand and brought it under your dress. His fingers started rubbing your clit. He watched you react.

He lifted your dress and he attached his mouth to your clit. He devoured it, like a hungry man. Your back arched and you grabbed the sheet. He pinned your thighs on the bed, because they were a bit shaking. You came without a warning and he licked everything up.

You pulled his pants a little down so you could get his member out. You stroked it softly and brought it against your lips. You started licking the tip, your tongue slid over his length. Twirling around. You heard his whimpers above you. You saw some precum coming out.

Hyunjin positioned himself by your entrance. His face was already sweaty. He slid in with ease. He tore the dress loose so he could have access to your boobs. He nibbled on your nipples, with one hand he kneaded one of your breasts. You grabbed his chin and brought him back in for a kiss. You tasted each other.

His rhythm started to speed up. He pushed into you. He wanted you now, he wanted to feel everything about you. He grabbed your ankles with both hands and spread your legs wide. He pumped into you fast. He sucked your neck and licked everything he could reach. You threw your head back on the pillow.

'You are so Beautiful.'

he whispered in your ear. He started biting your earlobe. He let go of your ankles, but your legs remained open. He took one of your hands and placed it on the lower part of your stomach. You felt him pumping into you. You felt him all the way in it.

Hyunjin could already feel his orgasm coming. You felt drops of sweat falling on your body. He started to push into you more.

"Hyunjin, I am about to cum."

you said softly with your eyes closed. Hyunjin grabbed your chin so you looked at him as you came. You came moaning out his name, because of that he also came. You stared at each other for a while, just admiring each other.

Your hands went around his neck and you pulled him to you. Your arms surrounded his stomach. You were so small compared to him. You clung to him. His arms went to your waist. You fell asleep in this position with him.

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It was night and you opened your eyes. You looked to your right and saw Hyunjin sleeping. You stood up and put your dark blue dress back on. You went outside to the deck. You walked around there a bit. You went to the edge and leaned your arms. You looked at the waves of the sea. You missed that cold water. You missed your hair being wet. You heard some creaking of planks.

“Y/N.”

you heard someone whisper in your ears.

“I miss the water Hyunjin.”

his hands surrounded your waist.

'I know.'

he whispered in your ears.

“But I can’t leave my ship Y/N.”

you looked at each other. Your look changed.

"We'll find a way."

you said

. "Let's go back inside, okay?"

“Okay, babe.”

You kissed his cheek. You were back in bed with him. His warmth felt good, maybe even better than the cold water.

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Days passed and you felt homesick. You wanted to jump into the water, you couldn't help it. It was your siren instinct. You tried life on board, but it didn't work out. Every day you saw the beautiful waves, you saw fish and sea animals swimming. You wanted to swim with them, you wanted to go back to your family, to your friends,... You were on deck at night again. This looked like you were standing on the edge.

“Y/N, what are you doing?”

“I can't hold on anymore, I want to get in the water, Hyunjin.”

"We have a bathtub?"

"That's not the same."

“What do you want to say,Y/N.”

"I'm a Siren, I live in water, Hyunjin."

There was a silence between you.

'I understand.'

“I'll never forget you Hyunjin. I love you so much, I don't know if I can leave you. I want you to come with me, but you can't.'

He came closer to you and kissed you softly.

“I love you Y/N, I'm never going to find love again. I will never make love to anyone else but you again.'

He had a chain around his neck, he took it off. He brought the chain to your neck and put it on for you.

"So you don't forget me."

"We'll see each other again, I promise."

"I'm not going to let you go if I see you one more time."

You kissed him on the cheeks and turned around. You looked back again and then jumped into the water. Hyunjin watched as your legs turned back into a tail. You disappeared into the water. Tears rolled down his cheeks. His tears dripped into the water.

“I love you Y/N.”

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Endlessly yours,

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Gamblers Ruin

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Truth Or Lies

RUN

Gone Once More

Love Revocation

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In celebration of the StrayKids comeback, I will be posting my first full SKZ fic this weekend!!

I don't know why I am so nervous about it, but either way, I hope you enjoy it my Sweet Peas.

Fallen Star

Pairing: Hyunjin!Driver/bodyguard/alien x princess reader

Warning: Much angst, toxic family, controlling home life.

Premise: A mistake always turning to the stars for an escape. But it turns out the star you had always wished for had fallen right in front of you.

word count: 5.1K

Authors notes: *WARNING* LOVE LETTER INCOMING: I need to give credit to the truly amazing @jiminiesfavouritecolourisblue for being my never ending inspiration for this fic. Honestly, the ideas behind the story and the feel/details of the banner all of it I sneakily asked her questions and then used her answers against her. But in all realness, thank you so much for giving me support in my writing journey. Legit one of my most favourite people in the whole world, so if you have never read anything from her before I highly recommend it. You are missing out on some absolute genius, especially in the angst department!!

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If he thinks he can just marry you off for his benefit he seriously had another thing coming. An arranged marriage to an old man? Did he assume you’d go quietly? Or does he really just not care? 

You laugh at yourself. Of course he doesnt. This was a new low, even for him. He couldn’t control you like your siblings so instead of having to deal with you he sells you off the highest bidder. You’d show him how much trouble you could be. 

Staring out of the back passenger car window, you watch your breath fog a small part of the cold glass before it recedes. It blocks your view from what you really want to see, so you roll down the window. There’s no clouds in the dark sky tonight, no wind either. But the chilled breeze from the car speeding down the backroads rushes into the car. Making you wish you were driving away from it all and not back to it. You asked the driver to take a long way back, so you could gaze out into a world you only wished to be apart of. 

“I’d give anything to escape from here…” You sigh, your mind wandering to the stars above. To what else could be out there. “...to be with the stars.”

“Anything?” A soothing melodic voice travels from the drivers seat. Unbeknownst to you the partition had been lowered. 

You let out a startled noise, you knew that voice, and the angelic person who had that voice. That person was not supposed to be driving you tonight. His presence alone would be enough to make you antsy, but in this moment couldn’t have been worse. 

“I’m sorry Miss, I didn’t mean to startle you.” He politely directs his worry to you through the rearview mirror. 

You make eye contact with him through the reflection as you roll up the window, “No it’s ok. I was lost in thought.” 

You can’t maintain staring into his alluring eyes, breaking away you let yourself once again stare at the night landscape. 

“I did notice something on your mind when you got in. I know it may not be my place to ask but, is everything ok?” 

“Hyunjin, I’ve told you before you can speak freely with me. We are the same age.” You let out an airy chuckle, shaking your head. Your eyes never leaving it’s chosen star. 

“I know miss, sometimes I forget.” He laughs cheerfully back at you. “Bad news at dinner?”

“Apparently my hand in marriage has been accepted.” You huff. There’s no point in hiding your annoyance. As much as Hyunjin made the butterflies in your stomach act as thought they had been given some form of accelerant, he was the only one around you that you could talk to like this. 

“Marriage?” If you didn’t know any better you’d say there was a bite to his words. “With who?”

“Lord Tun. He’s over twice my age.” You complain bitterly, the dress chosen for you for dinner becoming itchy, a burning sensation lingering. That’s why your parents had bought it for you. To appeal to the mans desires, your hopes of them wanting to buy you something out of the warmth of their heart dashed. You wanted to burn this vile, uncomfortable fabric…not to mention it’s ugly colour against your skin did you no favours. “He originally asked for my older sisters hand in good faith of the new trading merger. But my father said ‘Elise deserves better then he could provide’, so he offered me as substitute. He says it’s my duty.”

 You sink back into your seat, quickly looking over to see his reaction. He doesn’t say anything. His eyes stay trained to the road. Maybe he’s just ask shocked as you are? He knows just as anyone working for your family how you are perceived in this world. The accident that could only ever be useless. 

Growing up you had tried to follow the rules. You had been called an accident since you were young, and you understood exactly what that implied for you. But still you worked hard to achieve as much as your siblings. At first you had even surpassed them in most areas; quickly you realized just how much that didn’t matter to your parents. It never mattered if your grades were bad, you understood the family politics, you became fluent in every language that your family had ties with, the instruments you played…the list went on. Your place in the family never changed. Your parents still looked at you with a heavy detest in their eyes it eventually shut down your want to appease them. 

So you stopped the extra lessons and changed your path. You took up watercolour painting and cooking. Even turning your studies to the stars and universe above you. Your parents never knew because they took no notice. 

Infatuation didn’t even cover your love for the science of other galaxies, obsession might be a better word. Spending hours upon hours leisurely reading everything you could on them. A single wish of being able to see it all yourself. 

But you were here, on earth, the last place you wanted to be.

“Duty….since when have I ever had a duty to uphold?” Looking to the moon for solace, you let your anger simmer. A hesitant silence looms over you both before he speaks again.

“You are a princess, miss.”

You could feel the bile from your stomach threaten to claw up your throat, “just because I’m a princess doesn’t mean I don’t deserve love.”

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“Guards!” Your fathers aggravating voice booms through the castles library hall. The main doors fly open and two large men rush through, you don’t have time to react before they are each grabbing one of your arms. “Escort the princess back to her room.”

“You think locking me up will get me to agree?” Straining against the hard hands on you, you push forward.

“Agreeance or not, you will marry Lord Tun. It’s your choice whether you go peacefully or if I have to drag you the whole way there.” He threatens. His cold eyes trained on your blazing ones. “You should be thankful your life has a purpose, thankful that anyone would be willing to marry you.

“THANKFUL?!” Throat burning, the acidic taste from your stomach makes your voice hoarse. Your legs kick out in fury, shoving at the men surrounding you.  “Should I be thankful that my existence means nothing to you?”

“Finally you can be useful to this family.” He slams the book you were studying before he entered onto the table. He’s watching your reaction, the calculation in his eyes making your blood boil. “No more of these ridiculous ventures. They have made you obstinate and disrespectful. Your empty head is only filled with pathetic knowledge, making you unusable in any other way. You owe it to this family to be obedient in this marriage.”

“You know nothing of me!” You scream, throwing your whole body at him. Never in your life have you ever wanted to use violence until this moment, even more so on your father. Your anger numbs you to the pain in your arms, the bruises forming from the two men holding you back. “I owe you NOTHING.”

“You owe me your LIFE.” He barks art you, slamming his foot on the hardwood. This time you do flinch. “And I will do with it as I see fit.” 

Adjusting his robes he signals at the guards holding you.

“Take her. Her room shall be locked until I call for her presence.”

As they pull you away, your body goes limp. Every word you thought your parents felt about you had now been expressed out loud. You let them drag you into the room, throwing you onto the bed you catch yourself. Eyes and mind glazing over with tears and rage. But not enough to not hear one of them mumble ‘ungreatful’ under their breath. 

The doors slam shut with such force it shakes the paintings on your wall. The loud metal clank of the door locking seals your mouth as you fall onto the bed, angry tears stream down your face as you let yourself give in to exhaustion.

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It had been hours since your door was locked, food had been slid in on a silver tray but you had refused to eat it. The anger in your body making your desire for food vanish for the night. When they had collected the still full tray you had attempted to rush whoever was at the door to escape. However, your plans were in vain as there were two guards with the kitchen maid. It felt as though you had run into a wall when you collided with them. 

You couldn’t tell how long you had sat there, curled up on the cold marble floor, the only warmth coming from your thin day dress. Tears drying up after admitting to yourself that you were an animal locked in a cage, and that’s all you would ever be. A small canary locked in a desolate, rusty cage watching the bright, endless sky in longing.

The sky had begun to darken through your balcony window, the shadows in your room first receding then becoming new in the moons light. Your glazed eyes only focused on the floor, silence cutting you deeper and deeper as the hours ticked by. Wishing for things that could never happen.

Wishing to be free…free to go where you wanted. Free to see the world, all worlds. Free to love. Love? The image of the beautiful long haired blonde man flashes through the stars in your mind. His slender silhouette in the forefront of your mind appears in the shadows on the floor, not sure if you’re imagining it or if it could be real. Either way you don’t move, you can’t. Body frozen in place. 

“Miss?” A soothing concerned voice dances on the still air, stirring you from your trance. Your eyes gradually moving up to the glass doors, now open, the warm air covers you, the delusions of a man you can never be with melts away. The realization is slow to you, leaving the real man in your bedroom. 

“Hyunjin?” You croak quietly, voice catching as it feels like it’s tearing through your throat. 

He rushes over to you, warm hands cupping your cheeks searching through the depths to find you again. 

“I’m here, princess.” He urges, the tone in his voice is something you can’t place, but you’re too lost in your sadness. His presense pulling you out little by little. “You’re not alone.” 

Swallowing the saliva collecting in your mouth feels rough but it gives you just enough relief to speak.

“How come when you call me princess it sounds so nice, but from others it sounds like a threat?” Softly chuckling to yourself, you see a glimmer in his eyes. A smile forming on his angelic face. If not for your state of mind, you would never speak like this outloud around him. The butterflies normally causing chaos in your stomach are fluttering with a want to fall deeper into his eyes. 

His thumb begins to caress the plump skin on your cheeks, “My princess.”

Realzing you’ve exposed yourself, you begin to feel your body heat up. Embarrassment invades your sense, your cheeks and eyes giving you away. 

“What are you doing here?” You whisper, enclosing his hands in yours and pulling them away from your face. Not really letting go of them, for fear of dropping again. 

“I have to show you something.” He stares down at your hands on his, hesitantly feeling the soft flesh of your delicate hands.

Hearing footsteps pass by your door, you glance at the menacing wooden behemoths. Do you risk going with him? The possibilities of him being punished for helping you break out of your dim cell are endless. You have no idea what your father would do to him, but whatever it would be would be wishing for death. 

Or do you throw all concers away? He risked so much to just come here, he knows how bad this could be…but still he came.

“Will you come with me?” There’s almost a pleading sound in his voice, strained in a way. You look back to him. On his knees infront of you on the marble floor, large hands in yours, dressed in black only with a wish for you to go with him. Something unspoken passes in his eyes, you vaguely see it before it’s gone.

“Yes.” You sound out of breath when you finally answer. His smile knocking the wind out of you. He jumps to his feet, pulling you up with him, never letting go as he runs the both of you to the balcony. You peer over the edge, 3 stories down is the lush green grass and flower beds. You assumed he had climbed up something, but you see nothing he could have used.

“How-?” You cut yourself off, dry laugh stopping you from even finishing your thought. From all the times you’ve known Hyunjin you’ve learned not to ask. Somethings about him could be explained, but others seemed too impossible to try.

“Do you trust me?” He dead pans for a moment before raising an eyebrow to you.

“Always.” 

If tonight was the last night you could be yourself, to truly let yourself feel things you never let yourself before, then no more acting coy. No more covering it up. Honesty for one night, before the rest of your life lying, lies entrapping you to be who your family demanded of you. 

He steps up onto the stone edge of the balcony, hand reaching out to help you alongside him. You don’t hesitate as you follow him up. The height dizzying you, you clasp harder onto him. He lets out a small laugh as his arms reach around you, one around your back and the other under your legs. 

You squeak in surprise. You had not been expecting to be carried bridal style in this situation. Your arms loop around his neck, staring at him in disbelief. 

“Still trust me?” Mischief cracks onto his features. 

“Al~wa~ys~” You dare him.

“Close your eyes then.” He whispers into your ear, to which you do so. Now whether that was from the closeness of his voice and breath on your skin or just following commands, you didn’t know. 

Regardless, before you can even process you feel a rush of wind race past you, your body feeling momentarily light before gravity restarted. 

“It’s time to run princess.” His soft voice sings. You peer one eye open, the other quickly following when see that you are now on the grass. No questions, you warn yourself. He gently places you back on your feet, this time it’s you who extends your hand for him to take before running off into the surrounding forest. 

You don’t know where you’re running, but it doesn’t matter. Everything that’s happening in these past moments, could all be a dream. Even if this turns out ot be one for now you would fully embrace it. Before long he’s overtaking you, his enchanting laugh fills your ears as he directs you deeper and deeper into the wooded dangerous area. The light of the moon beaks through the tops of the trees, your lunges inflating with an air you had missed. 

You both burst through the tree line, illuminated by the stars and moon is a small clearing. A pond reflects back the night sky creating even more of an endless illusion. You walk past him as he slows, dropping his hand to full take in all that is around you. For the first time in what feels like forever your heart feels full, full of life, full of wonder, full of joy. 

Your breath stops, heart beats wildly when you look to him. His hair even more golden by the moon, skin so smooth like diamond, eyes showing exactly what you see when you gaze upwards. You can’t think of what to say…. There’s so much unknown about him, so much more that you want to know. Trying to regain your thoughts when he appears like this proves futile.

“Would you honour me with a dance princess?” He bows, before reaching out a hand. You can’t help but laugh, thoughts returning to you. 

“You’re supposed to be showing me something” You squint at him, smirk on your face. 

He steps up to you, his breath on your skin makes you shudder. Closer then you thought you could have, but not close enough to what you wanted. 

“One dance” His pointer finger shows the number as he pouts cutely at you. 

“One.” You agree, giving in all too easy.

He takes a step back to allow himself room to offer you his hand. His smile taking a mischievous turn, you laugh as you accept it. Instantly the subdued butterflies are beginning to become jittery as they normally do when he is close to you. 

Pulling you close he wraps his other arm around you, you fight against the sound wanting to announce your inner thoughts as his body becomes flush with yours. You remember yourself enough to lift your arm to rest on his shoulder. He starts you both off in a casual step, occasional spins making you feel more light headed… maybe it wasn’t the spins….becuase when you come back to him, his smile is blinding. 

The dance becomes more complex, lifts and turns you’ve never done before. But here, in his arms it all seems familiar. Every move playfully calculated by him to make you laugh, to make you feel giddy and light. This is a moment you’ve only seen in your dreams, but somehow it’s real. 

The warmth of his hand on your lower back. The firm safety of his arm around you. The sturdy comfort of his chest pressed to yours. You’re too afraid to blink, terrified to miss a single moment. A moment that could come crashing to an end in a split second.

A slow dip takes you by surprise as he pulls you back up this time faces only inches apart, his face aglow with a purple light. The whole clearing is now covered in purple. He keeps you close, continuing to dance with you eyes locked on your reactions. Your mind is spinning, confusion on how there could be light this far in. Curiosity gets the better of you, tilting your head back to look up. 

In that moment, every unexplainable thing about Hyunjin is no longer out of your grasp. A purple beam of light trails straight out and down of the bottom of what to appears as a circular ship. Decorated with many white lights and grey features you cannot see in the midst of the shadows it is making on itself.

“It’s …” He slows your dance as he waits for your response. You don’t even register the fear in his trembling figure as you step back. Breaking contact to observe more carefully.

 “It’s beautiful” A smile from your heart appears on your face, eyes showing the purple lights dancing in them. Everything you wanted to escape was right there, even if you weren’t meant to leave, your dreams of it existing was something astonishing. 

“You’re beautiful.” 

You feel your heart constrict. The heaviness now returning. Reality of what this meant for you…for him..for you both setting in. 

“I see you.” Is all you can manage to say, body betraying you as tears stream down your face. He’s with you in an instant, cupping your face adn wiping them away. 

“You see what I truly am. But you don’t know my heart. Not yet,” The pleading in his eyes returns. His voice shaking as he speaks. “The only reason i stayed, the only reason I took this job. Was to stay close to you, I adored the way you were. I wanted to be able to watch you become something magnificent. But I can’t let you go without telling you….”

“Telling you how much I love you.” 

One sentence from him simultaneously breaks your heart and heals all of your past, in an instant. Choking on your tears you can’t find words. As much as you loved him, could you accept that he wasn’t from your world? Could you run away from your life and family just liked you always dreamed? Did you love him enough? Did you truly know what love was? 

“You don’t have to say anything. Please just listen to my last request-” You can only nod at him. “In two days time I have to leave, I have to go back home to my planet, but I want you to come with me. I want to give you everything in this universe and more.”

Your wide eyes stricken with panic fill with more tears. He’s leaving? But he wants you to go with him… You didn’t know what to do.

“No, no, don’t panic.” He reads your emotions quickly. “I’ll be here before I leave, I can wait till then for your answer. I won-”

“Princess!” An angry dark shout breaks the moment, dreadful silence following after. 

 The ships lights turn out and it disappears completely, before you’re brain has time to catch up.

“There looking for me.” Now panic for a different reason rises. Your eyes dart around the edges of the clearing. Nothing visible yet, there’s still time. “You need to run.”

“What? No, princess.” His face morphing to confusion and concern.

“Please? For me, run. I don’t want you to get hurt.” You beg, holding his hands to your chest. To let him feel the calm stray rhythm of your heart. “Besides what can they do to me? Lock me in a room and marry me off to some old guy?”

Your joke lacks any humour, as you both know what your asking him to do. 

“I promise to think about it, I promise to give you an answer, but you need to run.” You’re mind set, watching the emotions play through his eyes. “Please?”

He kisses your forehead before retreating back, the voices getting angrier as they approach. 

“I’ll be here. I’ll wait.” He takes off running. 

You become breathless as a cluster of Guards find you alone in the clearing. “You better feel lucky that we found you when we did, you’re father was demanding your head at one point.” 

You roll your eyes as you’re dragged back to the castle, steeling yourself for the punishment you were about to recieve. 

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“I hate this colour…” You mumble to yourself, staring at the ballgown chosen by your family. Not only was it a colour you didn’t like, but it has a terrible silhouette, uncomfortable material, but it was also to mark you as the bride to be tonight. 

You tsk angrily at it once again as you saunter over to your window. Barred balcony doors now only letting you catch a glimpse of the night sky. 

A night had already passed since you were seized and detained at the palace again. He said he’d wait for you, but you had no way of getting there. No way of sending any sign of your situation. And of course tonight of all nights Lord Tun and your parents had decided would be the engagement party.

A knock at your door tears you away from your angry stupor. 

“Come in.” You call, unmoving. You hear the door creak open and rustling drawing near.

“Princess, a gift has been delivered to you.” One of your families longterm maids informs you. She was the only person in this retched place that had any pity and remorse towards you. She learned quickly to never show it infront of your family, but you knew she was always worried for you. 

“What is it?” You question, a gift? Who would send you a gift? “A dress?”

She hangs the large garment bag from the clothing rack. Unzipping the white cloth and revealing the most beautiful gown you had ever seen. Layers upon layers of a soft grey material, in sections almost seeming black incredibly detailed with silver lining. Sparkles catching the light upon every movement, dusted over the whole gown but concentrated around the hem. It was like stars in the night sky.

“Who?”

“I would assume the boy that sees the stars in you.” She offers. “I may be old, but I am not blind.”

“Do you think it’s too late?” 

She contemplates your question only for a moment before giving a devilish smile, “I say, give them one hell of a show and start running.”

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Running up each step, you’d lost your shoes long ago, dress hicked up so you won’t have to worry about tripping. You can’t afford to let anything slow you down, can’t look back. 

You swing the wood door open to the maids quarters, the metal key on the bed as she said it would be. Dashing through through the chamber you grab the cold key, palms sweaty you hold it to your chest. Your feet are numb to the pain of fleeing the Engagment party.  You turn down corridor after corridor, evading everyone frantically searching for you. 

Your lungs burn from not taking in enough air, but you ignore it. Nothing would stop you from getting out of this palace. Nothing.

So close are you to the hidden back door, the door only the maids know about. Your only true escape route.

There was no way you’d be forgiven for the scene you caused at the party. Making a grand entrance in the dress he left for you. The anger in your heart you finally spoke allowed, watching as the perfect faces cracked as your voice words assaulted them like a flaming train wreck. Maybe flipping the cake onto your parents as you ran past them was on the petty side, but by the stars it made you feel better. 

The shelving unit that hides the door comes into sight. Crashing into it, you push it aside, arms trembling with exhaustion. The key smoothly slides in the door, flinging it open you’re overwhelmed with the cool night air. Grabbing your skirt once again you waste no time. You take off running towards the clearing you have not been able to forget. The secret memories you’ve held onto for so long, flood your mind as you break the outer tree line.

Late nights sneaking out the court yards to watch the young boy train with the others. The pretty, soft face your butterflies first took flight for. His limbs long and thin, making him look awkward as he tried to keep up. You’d laugh at his endearing attempts, but your heart stirred. Eventually he grew into himself, his body being lean with muscle, every move becoming sure and strong. With that more fascination grew.

Sneaking around to catch glimpses of his combat training weren't enough. When he took on the roll of driver you were beside yourself when you found out he would be your alternate driver on occasions. That in itself made you show up at more family events, much to your dismay and parents approval of appearances. But having him for any moment for yourself made all the nights worth it. 

Catching any sight of him in the palace walls made the torment more bearable. The first time you had a real conversation on a drive back from an event you thought for sure the beating in your heart could be heard from the backseat. Swallowing down the involuntary need to stutter or rush your words out in fear of saying something abrasive. But the more he spoke the more you wanted to listen, and the more he encouraged you to speak as well. 

The feeling of normality but in something so extraordinary.

Everything in you is screaming in pain as you finally close in on the clearing. Your feet bleeding from the forest floor, lungs on fire, fatigue wearing on you. Still you hope on everything in this world he is there. Waiting for you.

Bursting through the thick trees, you see his figure standing in the middle of the grassy plane. 

“Hyunjin!” You manage to scream, although it comes out hoarse and the burn bites back. 

He turns to you just in time for you to lunch yourself at him, arms wrapping around his neck. You feel him freeze in shock for a moment then his arms wrap around your torso. He holds you incredibly close.

“Princess” He whispers into your hair, inhaling your scent as he tightens around you. You lean into him but shift to try to take the pain off of your feet, now that you’ve made it your mind and body are catching up with eachother.

He notices instantly, pulling back to look you up and down. You dress had ripped at the hem, must have caught on something as you were running. Because of the rip he can see you bloody feet. He kneels down infront of you, lifting one with a feather light touch to examine it. 

“Are you in much pain?” The concern in his voice and his skin on yours, even how small it is, makes you feel as though you could dance forever. 

“Not now.” You shake your head. He continues to look at the torn skin.”I see what you are…”

He freezes, eyes widening up at you. 

“I know you are not from here, but far away.” You continue. “And that is a scary thought.”

You take a deep breath as his eyes start to swim with panic. 

“But you are still you, no matter where you’re from.” You smile, letting your heart sing fully for the first time. “I don’t need the universe. All I need is you. So wherever you go, I shall go too.”

Instantly the clearing fill with purple light again, it surprises you to look up. The same ship as before hovers over you, the beam in a circular perimeter around you both. You study it in awe, forgetting yourself and the man infront of you. 

Your curiosity is broken when he sweeps you off your feet, like that night, when he broke you out. You release a startled squeak, holding onto him now feels like second nature.

“My princess.” He coos at you, eyes shimmering with the stars in your heart. 

“Yes. Your princess.” You breath as he leans in, soft lips gently brushing against yours. The lights around you becoming too bright to keep your eyes open. His electricity and heat course through you and you know that you’ve left this world behind. 

All those nights wishing on shooting stars didn’t amount to anything, you should have wished on a fallen one. 

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STRAY KIDS MASTERLIST

OT8

Answers

Premise: Being alone and ignored was one thing, you were used to that by now. But having each member of an idol group barrelling into your safe little sanctuary was not something you could have imagined. Now being torn away from your tiny cozy room all you wanted to do was get back to it. Even it meant losing home.

Warnings: Swearing, death, mentions of kidnapping, torture, stalking, obsessions, reincarnation, ANGST ANGST ANSGT.

Word count: 9.2K

Supernatural au // drabble

Poisoned Discoveries

Premise: Moving to a small town and opening your own vet practice, finally you had achieved your own freedom. No longer dragged down by your 'family', free to choose who to trust.

Warnings: Mentions blood, violence, stabbing, poisoning.

Word count: 1.3K

Supernatural au // drabble

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“The Restricted Collection”

Premise: You’ll have to enroll to find out.

Warnings: *will update*

Hogwarts au’s // Mini-Series

Bang Chan

These Nights Can't Last Forever

Premise: A predestined moment in time. If you didn’t believe in things like fate and destiny, now was the moment that they seemed real. This forever in a moment.

Warnings: *COMING SOON*

idol skz // drabble

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Lee Minho

Camera Roll

Premise: Your best friend comes up with the dumbest plan you've ever heard of. The plan consisting of having all your friends believing you are dating, all because they accidentally found out you live together. How is this supposed to prove anything? The man of your dreams will just have to stay that, in your dreams.

Warnings: swearing, heavy thirsting, fluff, and stupidity.

College au // drabble

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Possibilities

Pairings: Nonidol!Changbin & Nonidol!Minho x Reader

Premise: Omega Primes were rare, being forced to reproduce with other Primes. You never liked the idea of mates, forced or not. A runaway Prime, with two alphas to catch their fall and open up a whole new realm of possibilities.

Warnings: a/b/o dynamics, aggressive alpha tendencies, swearing, near-death experiences, mentions of heat and suppressants

abo au // drabble

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Seo Changbin

We Are Liars

Premise: He needed an out of his mothers attempts to set him up. Your summer schedule was empty. Maybe him asking you to be his fake girlfriend wasn't the worst idea. It did make a lot of sense. But then again it was too easy to say yes...

Warnings: Fluffffffff

Fake dating au // drabble

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Possibilities

Pairings: Non-idol!Changbin & Non-idol!Minho x Reader

Premise: Omega Primes were rare, being forced to reproduce with other Primes. You never liked the idea of mates, forced or not. A runaway Prime, with two alphas to catch their fall and open up a whole new realm of possibilities.

Warnings: a/b/o dynamics, aggressive alpha tendencies, swearing, near-death experiences, mentions of heat and suppressants

abo au // drabble

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Hwang Hyunjin

Fallen Star

Premise: A mistake always turning to the stars for an escape. But it turns out the star you had always wished for had fallen right in front of you.

Warnings: Much angst, toxic family, controlling home life.

Princess/alien au // drabble

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Han Jisung

Floored

Premise: When the overly flustered Jisung has a crush on you. Do you ignore it or fall with him?

Warnings: FLUFF, TEASING but like in a cute way?, clueless Han Jisung (my favourite type along with;), flustered Han Jisung.

College au // drabble

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Lee Felix

Fleeting Tempest

Premise: WIP *request*

Warnings: Angst, fluff.

Siren au // drabble

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**PLEASE NOTE: I will NOT be writing for Seungmin or Jeongin. As I am older than all of the members in SKZ and I feel an older sibling love for them, it feels inappropriate. Not to mention I struggle to write for them in general. As well, I will NOT be writing smut for any member of SKZ.

Hi everyone! I’m excited to introduce you to my latest fanfic. This story delves into the complex and fiery relationship between two strong-willed characters. It’s a rollercoaster of emotions, filled with tension, passion, and unexpected twists. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Your feedback and thoughts are highly appreciated, so please let me know what you think!

------------------------------------------------------------------------------This story contains themes of explicit sexual activity, intense emotional and physical tension, and potentially triggering situations. Reader discretion is advised. If you are sensitive to these topics, please proceed with caution or consider not reading further.

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It had been a splendid day, and I had envisioned concluding it in Chan's dorm, surrounded by his friends, after a delightful dinner together. Alas, our busy schedules had thwarted our plans for an outing, leading us to settle for a cozy meal at home instead. When I arrived, I found Chan and the boys already at ease with their takeout, but something in the atmosphere was off.

"Hi, boys!" I called out, my excitement tempered by the subtle tension in the room. Chan greeted me with a distracted nod, his smile lacking its usual warmth. "Hi, baby girl," he said, his voice tinged with exhaustion. "I’ve missed you."

"I missed you too, baby," I replied, hoping my embrace would offer some comfort despite the apparent stress weighing on him.

"I’ll just take a quick shower and join you all," I announced, trying to maintain a light tone.

"Alright, baby," Chan replied, his eyes not quite meeting mine. "Do you want me to join you?"

"Uhm, no, I'll be quick. I don’t think we’d make much progress with you in the shower," I responded, giving him a playful wink in an attempt to lighten the mood, though I couldn’t shake the feeling that his stress was a barrier I’d need to navigate carefully.

After my shower, I retreated to Chan's room, slipping into one of his comfortable, endearing tees. I began my nightly skincare routine, finding solace in the familiar ritual. With some idle time on my hands, I scrolled through my phone, only to stumble upon an article featuring Chan. At first, I chuckled, dismissing it as just another fanciful media creation.

But as I opened the article, my laughter quickly faded. There, in a photograph, was Chan with Somi, their faces alight with genuine happiness as they shared a moment at a restaurant. The sight of them together was like a jolt, sending a wave of mixed emotions crashing over me. Chan had never mentioned this encounter, and seeing them so close rekindled the grudge I had long harbored against Somi—a resentment that had been simmering since the early days when Chan and I were just friends.

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Somi and I met through Chan and the boys. They introduced her when I started hanging out with them more often. I soon noticed that Somi had feelings for Chan, though he seemed completely unaware. She took advantage of this by getting close to Chan, despite the fact that something was developing between Chan and me. Chan and I shared unspoken feelings for each other—something that everyone else seemed to be aware of, except for us. Neither Chan nor I had yet acknowledged the burgeoning emotions between us.  One thing I made clear to Chan early in our relationship was my concern about Somi. I told him explicitly that she wasn’t a true friend and seemed intent on coming between us. Somi had never hidden her displeasure at our relationship, and whenever I was with Chan and the boys, her discomfort was palpable—an unease that seemed to be noticed only by Han and me. I tried to express my worries to Chan, but he dismissed them as overthinking. He reassured me that no one could create a rift between us, soothing my anxieties with his warm embrace. His words and presence made me feel cherished, allowing me to let go of my worries and fully enjoy our time together. As long as he was by my side, his love was a comforting shield against any doubts or fears, making every moment with him feel loved and secure.

Chan returned to the room, clad in comfy clothes, and slid into bed beside me. His kiss was soft yet intense, a promise of his affection that melted away my irritation. I tried to push aside the thought of Somi's late-night call and let myself be swept away by the moment. Our passion ignited as our kisses grew deeper and more fervent. We explored each other with a hunger that left our skin tingling, each touch and caress a testament to the love we shared. The warmth of his body against mine, combined with our shared intimacy, made me forget all else, immersing us in a night of heated, unspoken desire. After our passionate night, we drifted off to sleep in each other's arms. When morning arrived, I busied myself preparing breakfast for Chan, who kept me company by sitting on the kitchen counter, scrolling through his phone.

Suddenly, he looked up and said, "Oh, Somi called me last night and left a bunch of texts. I wonder what that’s about..."

I played it casual, trying to mask my curiosity. "Hmm, I wonder what could be so urgent," I replied, feigning innocence about the call he received.

"She just wanted to catch up, and apparently, she needs some help with an album," Chan said, scrolling through his phone. I felt a twinge of annoyance, knowing deep down that her real intention was to see him.

"Uhmm, she wants to catch up at 11:30 PM?" I asked, unable to completely mask my jealousy and making my discomfort with Somi's advances evident.

Chan chuckled at my reaction. "Ah, baby, come on. She just needs some help. You know your boyfriend is one of the best producers around. Who wouldn’t want free help from me?"

I smiled, rolling my eyes playfully. "Well, if you say so," I replied, though my feelings were still a mix of irritation and affection.

Chan slid off the counter and moved behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and drawing me tightly against him. His breath was warm and tantalizing against my neck as he whispered, "You look incredibly hot when you're jealous, you know? It makes me want to show you just how completely I’m yours, and how entirely you’re mine."

He began to trail soft, lingering kisses along my neck, each touch gentle yet electrifying. His lips brushed my skin with a mix of tenderness and desire, creating a slow, sensual dance of affection. I could feel the heat of his body pressing against mine, his touch a constant reminder of the passion and connection we shared. Every kiss was a promise, a pledge of his devotion and an invitation to lose ourselves in each other’s embrace.

I turned to face him, holding his gaze with a playful glint in my eyes. "Well, prove it then," I teased, my voice dripping with flirtation. "Show me that you're all mine."

Chan’s eyes sparkled with mischief as he replied, "Oh, you didn’t have to ask, baby girl. I was already planning to do just that."

With a swift, confident motion, he swept me off my feet, abandoning the breakfast I had been preparing—salad and orange juice forgotten. He carried me effortlessly to his room, where he laid me gently on the bed. His lips found mine in a fervent, passionate kiss, igniting a new wave of desire between us. Each kiss was infused with a deep longing, a promise of the morning's intimate connection. Chan's lips moved to my neck, his kisses igniting a fire that made me forget everything else on my mind. We began to slowly undress each other, our hands exploring with a mix of tenderness and fervor. As we shed our clothes, we lost ourselves in the act of adoration, each touch and caress a celebration of our passion and connection. We worshiped each other with a deep, consuming intensity, every moment becoming an intimate testament to our desire and devotion. His lips descended on my skin with a fervent hunger, wrapping around my sensitive bud. He sucked and bit gently, his touch a delicious blend of passion and tenderness. As he fondled and lavished it with affection, every sensation heightened my desire, leaving me yearning for more. “Uhm fuck, please stop teasing me, baby,” I begged, my voice trembling with a mix of frustration and longing. “Just fuck me already.”

Chan’s eyes sparkled with a teasing glint as he chuckled softly. “You’re so eager, aren’t you, baby girl?” he said, his voice rich with playful mockery. He reveled in the sight of my desperate need, enjoying every moment of my heightened anticipation.

“Maybe you should ask me a bit more nicely, and then I might just give it to you,” he said with a teasing grin, spanking my ass as if to emphasize his playful dominance.

I arched my back, my breath coming in quick, heated bursts. “Please, Channie,” I begged, my voice a sultry whisper. “Please fuck me.” My hands gripped the sheets as I pleaded, my desperation palpable. Every inch of me ached for his touch, and I begged with an intensity that mirrored the burning desire inside me, hoping he would finally surrender to my need. “There you go, love,” he said softly, his voice dripping with affection. “That’s all you needed to say, baby.” He began to pepper kisses across my cheeks, each touch gentle yet filled with yearning, his eyes locking with mine in a tender gaze.

“You’re my good girl,” he murmured between kisses, his words laced with admiration. “Such a good girl for me.” Overwhelmed by his tenderness, I whispered back, “I love you,” my voice trembling with emotion. As his lips found mine in a deep, passionate kiss, he puts his dick inside me, slowly, ensuring each movement was gentle and considerate, his touch intended to bring pleasure without pain. As he gradually increased his pace, a soft moan escaped my lips. “Ohhh yesss,” I gasped, savoring every second of his loving attention. Each movement was deliberate, a testament to his desire to show me just how deeply he cared. His rhythm and intensity built a crescendo of pleasure, enveloping us both in a cocoon of shared ecstasy. “You like it, baby?” he murmured, his voice heavy with desire as he continued his steady rhythm. “You got what you wanted so badly, didn’t you?”

His words were punctuated by the deep, satisfying pressure that made me shiver with pleasure. I nodded, my breath coming in soft, ragged gasps. “Yes baby” I managed to reply, my voice tinged with need and satisfaction.

He leaned closer, his eyes locked onto mine with a teasing glint. “Can you take it if I go harder, baby? Hmm?” His voice was a deep, seductive growl, each word dripping with the promise of heightened pleasure. His fingers, both tender and urgent, traced gentle patterns on my skin, the anticipation of his next move hanging tantalizingly in the air.

“Yes, yes, I can take it, Channie,” I breathed, my voice quivering with need and anticipation. “Go harder, please.”

A satisfied smirk played on his lips as he responded, “You asked for it, baby, and I’m going to give it to my baby girl.” With a deliberate motion, he spread my legs wider, positioning himself to explore me with even greater intensity. Each movement was calculated to amplify the pleasure, his touch both demanding and loving, as he fulfilled my every desire.

I clung to his shoulders, feeling the hard, warm contours of his muscles beneath my fingertips. Our chests pressed together, the heat of his body merging with mine, creating a shared warmth that was both comforting and electrifying. The sensation of our skin touching and moving in rhythm was intoxicating, each breath drawing us closer, each heartbeat syncing in a passionate dance. Those veiny hands, always my weakness, wrapped around my neck with a possessive yet gentle grip. The sensation of his fingers against my skin was electrifying, as he applied a light pressure that made my breath hitch. Each touch of his hand was both firm and tender, a teasing reminder of his control and desire. The intimacy of his grip sent waves of warmth and arousal through me, heightening the connection between us and amplifying the intensity of the moment.

“Channie , I’m gonna come” I gasped, my voice a breathy murmur as pleasure built within me.

“Yeah? Already?” he chuckled, his tone dripping with playful affection. “Hold on for me, love. Just a little longer.”

With a renewed urgency, he quickened his pace, his thrusts growing more intense and deliberate. His fingers moved with expert precision, pressing and rubbing against my sensitive bud with an electrifying pressure. The sensation was overwhelming, the friction causing my body to writhe and quiver. Each touch was calculated to heighten my pleasure, pushing me closer to the edge as the waves of ecstasy became almost too intense to bear.

“Come with me, baby,” he whispered, his voice a sultry murmur as we both approached the peak of our pleasure. “Come all over my Cock.”

In a shared wave of ecstasy, we reached the climax together. “I love you,” I breathed out between heated kisses, our breaths mingling in a fervent dance. Our mouths met in passionate, rushed kisses, each touch conveying the depth of our affection and the overwhelming intensity of our shared moment.

After that day, I found myself unable to broach the subject of the incident with Somi. Chan’s unwavering affection had so thoroughly dispelled the shadows of doubt and jealousy that lingered in my mind. His love had washed over me, erasing every trace of anxiety and leaving me content to postpone discussing the matter until another time.

As the image lingered on my screen, I was left grappling with a surge of feelings. The jealousy I had managed to suppress was now bubbling to the surface, fueled by the unexpected revelation. I couldn’t shake the feeling of betrayal and confusion, knowing that Chan had kept this from me. The unresolved tension with Somi, which I had hoped to move past, now seemed to demand my attention once more.

Just as I was wrestling with these thoughts, Chan entered the room, his demeanor still marked by the stress of his work. His earlier frustration was evident, casting a shadow over his usually warm presence. He greeted me with a weary smile, unaware of the storm of emotions I was navigating. The contrast between his strained mood and my turbulent feelings made the moment even more fraught with complexity.

As I closed the article, a deep sigh escaped my lips. I needed to address these feelings, but the weight of my emotions made it difficult to find the right words. Chan's love had indeed made me forget the jealousy, but the sight of him with Somi had rekindled old uncertainties. It was clear that we would need to confront this issue sooner or later, but for now, I resolved to focus on our present, cherishing the love we shared while preparing myself for the conversation that lay ahead.

As Chan entered the room, his demeanor was still marked by the stress of his work. His shoulders were tense, and his eyes carried a weariness that contrasted sharply with the turmoil brewing inside me.

“Hey, you okay?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady despite the storm of emotions I was feeling.

“Yeah, just a rough day love” Chan replied, his voice carrying the strain of his work. He sat down on the bed, his usual vibrancy dimmed.

I hesitated, feeling the weight of my anger and hurt. I wanted to confront him about the photograph but wasn’t sure how to begin. “You want to talk about it?” I asked, hoping to break the ice and find a way to discuss what was troubling me.

He shook his head slightly, offering a faint smile. “It’s okay love. Just need to unwind.” He patted the space beside him, inviting me to sit.

I took the spot next to him, my mind racing with a mix of betrayal, anger, and disappointment. Seeing Chan and Somi together had stirred up old grievances and left me feeling deeply hurt. I struggled to mask my feelings, but the sting was undeniable.

Chan must have sensed my discomfort. He looked at me with concern. “Hey, you’ve been quiet. Everything okay love?”

I took a deep breath, trying to steady my voice despite the simmering anger. “I saw something earlier today—an article about you and Somi. It looked like you two were having a great time together.”

Chan’s face registered surprise and then discomfort. “Oh, that. Baby, I forgot to mention that. It was just a dinner celebrating the success of her album, Nothing more."

His explanation only fueled my frustration. “You knew how I felt about her and how unhappy I am with her spending time with you. You know she’s been trying to win you over. Don’t you think you should have at least mentioned this to me right after it happened?”

Chan’s expression shifted to irritation. “baby Seriously? You’re getting upset over this? It was just a dinner. I didn’t think it was a big deal.”

The tension between us escalated. “Not a big deal? You’re dismissing my feelings. It’s not just about a dinner; it’s about trust and consideration. I find out from an article instead of you. That feels like a betrayal.”

Chan’s frustration was evident as he rubbed his temples. “I’m dealing with a lot right now. Can’t you see that this is just adding to it? I didn’t think you’d blow up over something so minor.”

“Minor to you, maybe,” I shot back. “But for me, it’s about how you handle things. When I have to hear about your interactions with someone I’ve been clear about not liking, it makes me question how much you really consider my feelings.”

The room was thick with unresolved tension as we sat in silence, the weight of our emotions hanging heavy. Chan’s irritation and my hurt created a chasm that seemed difficult to bridge in that moment.

 “Y/N, you’re just overthinking this,” Chan said, his voice straining with frustration. “She hasn’t said or hinted about anything such as feelings. She’s been asking to catch up for a while, and it was her album release last week. Don’t you think it’s only polite for me to attend that? And don’t believe those stupid rumors you see. It wasn’t a freaking date. It was just a friendly dinner, for fucks sake.”

His dismissive tone only fueled the anger that was bubbling inside me. I felt a surge of frustration and disbelief at how he could minimize my feelings so easily. “So, it’s just about being polite now? You’re telling me that after everything, you couldn’t have at least told me about this? You know how much I dislike her and how uncomfortable I am with her trying to get close to you. This isn’t just about a dinner, Chan. It’s about respect and communication. It feels like you’re dismissing my feelings and making excuses!”

Chan’s face hardened, frustration evident. “I’m doing my best to manage everything, and you’re blowing this out of proportion. I just genuinely forgot about it. It was just a casual meet-up to celebrate her album. You’re letting these rumors get to you and making a big deal out of nothing.”

I stared at him, my heart pounding with a mix of anger and disappointment. “It’s not just about what you think is ‘nothing,’ Chan. It’s about how you handle things that concern us both. When you keep things from me and act like my concerns are trivial, it makes me feel unimportant and disrespected. This isn’t just about a dinner—it’s about how you’re treating me and our relationship.”

The tension between us was palpable, a raw and jagged edge that made it hard to find common ground. Our words hung in the air, the weight of our emotions casting a shadow over the room. My voice rose as I realized the depth of the issue. “You had a whole week to tell me about this, We share every detail of our days. How could you forget to mention this? You said it was a week ago—was that the day you came home late? You told me you had to work late and meet a friend for work. Was this the friend you mentioned?”

Chan’s frustration grew as my voice rose. “Tone it down; the boys are in the next room.”

“Oh, please, like I care,” I snapped back, my voice sharp. “This isn’t just about noise, Chan. This is about you brushing off my concerns.”

Chan’s face reddened, his patience wearing thin. He stepped closer, the intensity in his eyes sharpening. “You’re making a mountain out of a molehill. Yeah, she was the friend I mentioned. I didn’t say it was Somi because I knew you’d overthink it. I thought I’d tell you when I got home. But I couldn’t bring it up that night because things were too peaceful between us—I didn’t want to ruin it. And after that, I just let it slide because I thought it wasn’t worth the fight. But yeah, I wanted to tell you, but I forgot.”

I shook my head, my anger burning. “So, you just forgot? You think that’s acceptable? We share every detail of our lives, and now you’re telling me you just forgot? You come home late, say you’re working, and then conveniently ‘forget’ to mention this?”

Chan’s jaw tightened, frustration and ego clashing. “I’m not trying to play games, but seriously, if you’re going to turn every small issue into a major crisis, then maybe we need to rethink how we handle things.”

With a sudden, almost palpable shift in the air, Chan closed the distance between us. He backed me against the wall, his presence looming and intense. His breath was hot against my ear as he whispered, his voice low and dangerous, “Y/N, you better watch your tone. You don’t want the boys finding out how much of a disobedient brat you are. They don’t need to know how you’re pushing my limits right now.”

His hand slid up the wall, his fingers gripping firmly. With a deliberate movement, he placed his other hand around my throat, his grip just tight enough to make me gasp. The pressure was a mix of control and a raw, intense desire, his touch both commanding and possessive. “You think this is just about forgetting something? It’s not. It’s about how you’re testing my patience and pushing my limits. Every time you dig deeper, you’re playing with fire. I’m trying to keep things from blowing up, but you keep pushing, and it’s driving me wild. So, here’s your warning: tread carefully, or you might find out just how intense this can get.”

Despite the suffocating heat of the moment and the fierce grip on my throat, I held his gaze without a hint of fear. My blood was boiling, a mix of anger and adrenaline surging through me. I refused to break eye contact, staring into his fierce eyes, determined to show him that even in this charged confrontation, I wouldn’t back down.

The space between us crackled with a mixture of anger and simmering, almost dangerous desire. His grip on my throat was both a threat and an invitation, a reminder of the raw, electric tension between us. As his eyes bore into mine, the intensity of the moment made my pulse quicken, and the boundary between conflict and something far more primal seemed to blur. My breath hitched, and every glance, every touch, was charged with an undercurrent of sexual tension that left me breathless and conflicted.

He then seized my lower lip with a firm grip, dragging it down with a slow, deliberate motion that sent a shiver through me. His thumb traced over the edge with an almost predatory grace, the contact both teasing and electrifying. ‘Cat got your tongue?’ he murmured, his voice a low, sultry growl that seemed to echo in the charged silence between us. His gaze was intense, his eyes smoldering with a blend of dark amusement and smoldering heat. ‘Where’s that defiant brat who was so quick to talk back just moments ago?’ His words hung in the air, thick with unspoken promises and the dangerous allure of control, making the space between us crackle with a palpable, simmering tension.

As I opened my mouth to retort, a sharp knock on the door shattered the charged atmosphere. ‘We’ve got our food, guys! Hurry before it’s all gone!’ Changbin’s voice was a blunt intrusion, slicing through the simmering tension. Chan’s gaze hardened into a stern command, a silent order that left no room for defiance. His eyes, dark with authority, locked onto mine, a clear message of control. With a resigned, almost begrudging gesture, he swung the door open, his presence still a palpable force. I followed him out, each step an uneasy dance between my wounded ego and the unresolved frustration that burned beneath the surface. The taste of his dominance lingered, a sharp reminder of his control that only deepened my irritation as we moved into the hallway.

I forced a smile as I faced the others, my effort to conceal the recent clash with Chan clear in every strained curve of my lips. Despite the lingering heat of our argument, I plastered on a cheerful facade and engaged with the group, deliberately avoiding Chan’s piercing gaze. ‘Which movie should we watch?’ Hyunjin’s question broke the uneasy silence, his voice bright and casual.

As suggestions flew around—some enticing, others mundane—we finally settled on a family comedy. It wasn’t my first choice, but I agreed to it, my reluctance masked by the pretense of casual interest. Every moment I spent in the presence of the group was a calculated distraction from Chan’s unwavering, intense stare, which seemed to follow me like a relentless shadow. The comedy played on, but the undercurrent of our earlier confrontation remained, a simmering tension beneath the surface.

The evening unfolded with a casual ease as we shared food and laughter over a random family comedy—a film that barely held my interest but was more than made up for by the lively company. Yet, amidst the warmth and camaraderie, my attention kept returning to Chan. Seated in the shadowed corner with his laptop, he was ostensibly lost in work, but I could feel his gaze like a simmering heat against my skin.

Every now and then, my senses would catch the subtle intensity of his scrutiny, a silent force that seemed to coil around me. When our eyes finally locked, I couldn’t help but roll mine in a deliberate gesture of defiance. His reaction was swift and unmistakable—a slow, deliberate poke of his tongue against his cheek, a subtle yet potent sign of his growing irritation.

The exchange ignited a fire within me. His irritation was not a deterrent but a spark that kindled my own rising irritation. The air was thick with tension. I decided to turn up the heat, teasing him from my seat. I moved slowly, arching my back and letting my fingers brush over my shirt’s neckline, drawing attention to my collarbone. Each move was deliberate, meant to provoke him from his spot in the front right corner.

Even though I was angry, I couldn’t ignore how much I wanted him. I felt a heat building between my legs, a sign of how much he affected me. Every glance and movement was meant to stir him up, making my frustration and desire mix into an intense feeling that I couldn’t hide.

Moments later, Chan took out his phone and sent me a message “Meet me in the room in 5,” it read, his tone commanding. My pulse quickened at the command, and though every part of me wanted to obey, my frustration held me back. I couldn’t help but smirk as I shot back a defiant “No, thanks. I’m good right here.” even as I could feel my body’s eager response to his words. The heat building between my legs was a stark reminder of how much he affected me, a delicious torment that only heightened my desire.

His response was immediate and unmistakable. I could almost feel the heat of his frustration through the screen. The tension between us escalated, each of his silent responses heightening the challenge. His irritation was palpable, and I could sense the thin veneer of his control beginning to crack.

As the movie came to an end, the guys began bidding each other good night. Their cheerful farewells were a stark contrast to the simmering tension between Chan and me. I hurried to the washroom, my heart pounding with a mix of nervous anticipation and excitement.

In the privacy of the washroom, I went through my routine with trembling hands, my mind racing with thoughts of what might come next. The sound of laughter and footsteps from the living room seemed distant and muted, overshadowed by the charged silence that awaited me. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the inevitable confrontation, my nerves tingling with both excitement and trepidation.

I hurried to the bedroom, my heart pounding as I tried to avoid anyone catching a glimpse of my flustered and nervous face. Once inside, I slammed the door shut and took a moment to steady myself. I muttered under my breath, irritation seeping into my voice. “I need to stop being so worked up,” I told myself, frustrated with the way my emotions had gotten the better of me. I was determined to talk things out with Chan, but I knew I had to do it calmly and without letting my irritation completely take over.

I waited impatiently for Chan to arrive, trying to distract myself with my skincare routine. Each movement, from smoothing on moisturizer to gently massaging in serum, felt like a slow, deliberate act meant to ease the restlessness that pulsed through me. The door creaked open and Chan walked in, his presence immediately shifting the air in the room. With a decisive click, he locked the door behind him, the sound echoing like a prelude to what was about to unfold.

Our eyes locked in the mirror as he approached, his gaze burning with a heat that made my skin prickle. I could feel the intensity of his stare, like a tangible force that wrapped around me, making my heart race and my breath hitch. The mirror reflected his eyes, dark with unspoken desires, as he watched me with an almost predatory focus.

I summoned every bit of confidence I could muster, my body reacting to the charged atmosphere. I arched an eyebrow, turning slightly to meet his gaze, a smirk playing on my lips. “You still haven’t given me an explanation,” I said, my voice dripping with a provocative mix of challenge and allure. The words were meant to provoke, to draw him in, but the way he looked at me, with that smoldering intensity, made the air between us thick with undeniable, electric tension.

Chan closed the distance between us with a purposeful stride, his presence overwhelming as he stepped behind me. His hands moved with a commanding intensity—one hand gripping my hair tightly, pulling me to my feet, and the other sliding around my neck, applying just enough pressure to make my breath hitch. The pain from his grip on my scalp was sharp but strangely exhilarating, a testament to the roughness that both unsettled and thrilled me.

I felt his body press against mine, the heat and strength of him a constant reminder of the power he wielded. As he pushed me roughly against the wall, my back arched slightly, and I tried to push him away with a half-hearted resistance. My attempts were weak, almost perfunctory, as part of me still wanted to cling to the defiant stance I’d taken. The tight grip on my neck made it hard to speak, but I managed to hold on to my resolve, even as my body responded to his touch with a mix of frustration and undeniable desire.

Despite the storm of emotions swirling within me, I refused to let go of my stance. As much as I wanted to surrender to the sensation of his dominance, I wasn’t ready to let him off the hook without getting the explanation I needed. The mixture of pain and pleasure made my pulse race, and my thoughts were a chaotic blend of yearning and irritation, driven by the need to resolve our argument while still acknowledging the fierce attraction between us.

The kiss was a wild rush, a clash of heated emotions and desperate need. Chan’s lips moved against mine with a fierce urgency, his grip on my neck and hair tightening just enough to make my pulse race. The sensation of his tongue parting my lips and sliding against mine was electrifying, a deep, passionate exploration that seemed to consume every ounce of my resolve.

I was pressed against him, my body molded to his as I instinctively reached up, my hands finding their way to his shoulders. I gripped them tightly, pulling him closer, my fingers tangling in his hair and pushing him more firmly against me. The roughness of his kiss, combined with the force of his body pressing me against the wall, sent waves of desire crashing through me, mingled with the frustration of our earlier argument.

Chan didn’t stop; he continued to rub himself against me, his movements fervent and unrelenting. The anger inside me fueled my determination not to give in easily. I tried to push him away lightly, my voice strained but defiant. “Don’t think I’m letting you fuck me without an explanation,” I managed to say between kisses, my attempts to resist failing as he pressed on.

With a mocking smirk, Chan whispered, “Let’s see about that,” his voice dripping with cocky assurance. His lips traveled to my neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses and searing hickeys that made me gasp and shiver. I tried to push him away again, but he only chuckled, his eyes locked onto mine with a predatory gleam. “You can push me all you want,” he taunted, “I’m not gonna stop until you say the safe word.”

In one swift motion, Chan tore off my shirt, exposing me completely. His eyes widened momentarily, and then a low, mocking laugh escaped his lips. “You’re such a tease,” he drawled, his voice laced with a mix of amusement and dark desire. “Walking around braless, practically daring me to notice. Did you enjoy the thought that anyone might see your hard nipples? Maybe it was just for me, hmm?”

He leaned closer, his breath hot against my exposed skin as he pinched my bud roughly, eliciting a sharp cry from me. The pain was immediate and intense, sending a jolt through my body, but it was quickly overshadowed by a wave of unexpected pleasure. The sting was both punishing and exhilarating, making me shudder and gasp.

Chan's relentless movements continued as he pressed his body against mine with increasing intensity. His knees rubbed against my core, and I couldn’t help but let out a lewd moan, the sound escaping me despite my attempt to suppress it. The embarrassment of how easily I was giving in to him only fueled my frustration, a mix of shame and undeniable pleasure coursing through me.

Chan’s smirk widened, clearly satisfied with the effect he had on me. He took my reaction as a victory, his ego visibly bolstered by the sound of my involuntary moan. Without missing a beat, he shifted his focus, leaning down to suck harshly on my sensitive bud. The combination of his aggressive sucking, accompanied by a mix of kisses and bites, made me gasp and writhe against him, caught between intense pleasure and a gnawing sense of surrender.

As his mouth worked its way over me with relentless, domineering force, he continued to kiss and tease, proving his craving for every inch of me. His lips traveled from my chest downwards, leaving a trail of heated kisses and tantalizing bites as he moved lower. When he reached my belly button, he paused briefly, his tongue flicking teasingly around it before continuing south. His kisses grew more insistent as he moved to my hipbones, each touch sending jolts of pleasure through me, and I found myself struggling to control the desperate urge to let go completely.

Despite my inner turmoil, I could barely muster the words. I managed to whisper, “Chan… wait…” My voice was a mix of pleading and hesitation, a fragile attempt to assert control while desperately wanting him to stop before I lost myself completely. Chan's gaze remained fixed on mine, his smirk never fading as he reached for my shorts. He deftly slid them down, revealing my dampness. His eyes gleamed with dark satisfaction as he traced a finger through the slick evidence of my desire, a smirk curling on his lips as he elicited a moan from me with the contact. The sensation of his finger rubbing through my wetness was both torturous and thrilling, pushing me closer to the edge of surrender despite my attempts to hold on.

Chan’s finger traced through my wetness, his touch deliberately slow and teasing as he rubbed my bud, leaving me needy and quivering. Every motion heightened my arousal, making me acutely aware of my complete vulnerability. I was fully exposed and weak, standing naked before him while he remained fully dressed, an embodiment of control and dominance. The deep contrast between our states only intensified my desire, fueling a fire within me that I struggled to contain.

With a firm grip, Chan turned me around, pushing me against the wall. He held my hands behind my back, securing them with a commanding hold. His voice was a mix of sternness and mocking amusement as he leaned in close. “You could have told me you wanted to be treated like a slut,” he said, his breath hot against my ear. “You didn’t have to make up such a drama. Acting like a freaking brat, going against me.”

The harshness of his words and the dominance in his tone made my pulse race, the combination of his control and my exposed state pushing me further into a state of yearning and surrender. His hands were firm and unyielding as he held me in place, the stark contrast between his composed demeanor and my helplessness igniting a fierce, uncontrollable desire within me.

The contrast between his control and my naked vulnerability only heightened my frustration. Despite my position, I couldn't hold back. I glared at him over my shoulder, the defiance in my eyes undeniable. “Is this how you really get off, Chan?” I snapped back, trying to muster every ounce of defiance I could. “By making me feel worthless? You think you can just bully me into submission?”

Chan's eyes darkened with anger at my insolence. His grip tightened on my wrists, pulling them harder behind my back as he pressed his body closer against mine. “Oh, so you want to play the brat, huh?” he growled, his voice dripping with venom. “I’m not going to hold back just because you’re acting like a spoiled child. You’ve made your bed, now lie in it.”

His words were sharp, his tone harsh and unrelenting. With a sudden roughness, he began to push against me, his body pressing me harder into the wall. His movements were forceful and commanding, each touch and thrust deliberate, aimed at breaking down my resistance. His hands roamed over my exposed skin with a brutal intensity, his fingers leaving heated marks as he gripped and maneuvered me.

“You wanted to act tough and defiant,” he continued, his breath hot and ragged against my ear. “Now you’re going to get exactly what you asked for. I’m going to show you just how much control I have, and you’re going to take every bit of it.”

His anger and frustration fueled his roughness, each word and movement a testament to his dominance. The fierceness of his actions, combined with his degrading remarks, made me shiver with a mixture of fear and intense arousal. His complete control over me, coupled with his harsh treatment, left me teetering on the edge, caught between the torment of his dominance and the desperate need he ignited within me.

Chan’s grip remained relentless as he maneuvered me toward the bed, his forceful movements making it clear he was in complete control. With a decisive push, he sent me sprawling onto the bed, my body falling onto my back with a soft thud. I lay there, catching my breath, my mind spinning from the intensity of his rough treatment and the overwhelming arousal that coursed through me. The room seemed to tilt as I struggled to regain my composure, the lingering effects of his dominance leaving me dizzy and craving more.

Chan stepped away briefly, leaving me momentarily alone. I took the chance to breathe, trying to steady myself as I processed the heady mix of frustration and desire that had taken over. My skin was still tingling from his touch, and the ache of anticipation was almost unbearable.

When Chan returned, he held a pair of leather handcuffs in his hand. My eyes widened slightly at the sight; it was rare for him to bring them out unless the situation called for serious restraint. His gaze was intense, his demeanor unyielding. “Get on all fours, on the bed,” he commanded, his voice firm and unrelenting.

I hesitated, staring at him with a mixture of defiance and uncertainty. Chan’s expression shifted into a wicked smile, a glint of both warning and temptation in his eyes. He moved closer, his fingers gripping my face with a firm yet tender touch. Leaning in, he whispered in a low, dangerous tone, “You’re playing a risky game, and you know the stakes. Test me further, and you might just find yourself in deeper trouble than you bargained for.”

His words were a seductive threat, the promise of more intense control hanging heavily in the air. The tension between us was palpable, and I could feel my resolve wavering under the weight of his gaze and his menacingly tempting warning. After a moment of strained silence, I slowly moved into position, my hands and knees finding their place on the bed. The vulnerability of the position made my heart race, the anticipation of what would come next heightening every nerve in my body. Chan’s eyes followed my every move, his smirk a blend of satisfaction and unspoken promise.

Chan's hand came down sharply on my bare buttocks, making me gasp and lose my breath. The sudden sting was intense, and my body tensed up from the pain. I moaned, the sharpness of his touch mixing with a deep, growing arousal.

He quickly crossed my hands infront of me and cuffed them to the headboard. With my hands restrained, I was left balancing on my elbows, my body arching in a very exposed and vulnerable position. I felt completely at his mercy, struggling to hold myself up, the helplessness making me acutely aware of how much I was at his control. He leaned over, his lips brushing softly against my butt cheeks, his kisses tender but charged with a teasing intensity. “Is this what you wanted?” he whispered, his breath warm and tantalizing against my skin. “You wanted to play tough, but look at you now. All exposed and at my mercy.”

I shivered, barely able to keep my voice steady. “No… I—” I gasped, the combination of pain and pleasure making my voice tremble. “I didn’t mean it like that… please…”

Each kiss was a tantalizing promise, his breath hot against my skin. He nibbled and bit gently, his mouth so close to where I was most sensitive, causing me to moan softly. “I can feel how much you want this,” he murmured, his voice low and sultry. “You’ve been dripping for me, haven’t you? How can you act so defiant when you’re so desperate?”

“Yes…” I moaned, my voice barely more than a whisper. “I… I’m so desperate… please, Chan…”

Chan’s teasing grew more intense, and he rubbed his body against me, his hardness evident as he pressed against my dripping core. “You were getting all possessive and jealous,” he taunted, his voice dripping with satisfaction and mockery. “Thinking I’m down for someone else? That I’ve fallen for her tricks? You’re all that runs through my mind day and night.”

I gasped as he pressed himself against me, my body reacting to his dominance. “I… I just…” I stammered, struggling to find my words amid the overwhelming need. “I didn’t want to see you with anyone else…”

His movements were deliberate and demanding as he humped himself against me, the pressure and friction sending waves of pleasure through me. “You did this to me, baby,” he growled, his voice thick with desire. “Even after acting like a brat, I’m craving your warmth. Just yours, love.” “Please…” I whimpered, feeling overwhelmed by his touch and the raw intensity of his need. “I need you… so much…”

the contrast between his dominance and the vulnerability of my position only heightened the tension. Chan’s words and actions made it clear how much he wanted me, the erotic charge between us palpable. His relentless teasing and rough touches left me aching for more, caught in the whirlwind of his control and my own deep-seated desire. Without any warning, Chan’s hand came down sharply on my exposed buttocks, sending a jolt of pain through me. The sudden sting made me gasp, the intensity catching me off guard. Before I could even react or adjust to the sharpness of the first spank, he delivered another, even harder, leaving no room for relief or recovery.

“Channie, please stop, it hurts!” I cried out, my voice trembling with both pain and desperation. The stinging sensation was overwhelming, and the lack of any soothing touch or moment to catch my breath only intensified the discomfort. Chan didn’t stop; he kept spanking me, and I lost track after the tenth hit. Tears ran down my face as the pain mixed with a surprising pleasure. The rough fabric of his sweatpants kept rubbing against my wet core, leaving a noticeable wet patch.

“You want me to stop?” Chan’s voice was low, with a teasing edge. “You should have thought about this earlier when you were being a brat and refused to come to the room. Now look at you, so needy and wet.” The combination of his smacks and his body pressed against mine made me sob and gasp. Chan paused, his touch gentler as he rubbed the spots he had spanked. “Color?” he asked softly, his voice showing concern but also a hint of desire.

I struggled to catch my breath. “G… green,” I managed to say, my voice shaky. Chan’s touch was comforting, but his eyes were full of hunger. “Just tell me the safeword, and I’ll stop everything, okay?” Chan said, his voice reassuring yet firm, making sure I felt safe even as things went overboard.

Chan's hard member pressed insistently against me, his rhythmic humping making me moan loudly, craving more. Each movement only heightened my need, leaving me unable to hold back my sounds of pleasure.

“Shhh,” Chan said, his voice a mix of desire and control. “As much as I love hearing you moan, you need to keep it down. We don’t want to wake the boys.”

“Put it in, Channie,” I demanded, my voice filled with frustration and need. The raw urgency in my tone only seemed to irritate him further.

“You still haven’t said ‘please’ or apologized for acting like a brat, have you?” Chan said, his irritation clear. With a swift motion, he uncuffed me from the headboard and roughly tossed me onto my back. He cuffed my wrists again, this time securing them in a new position.

Chan spread my legs wide, leaving me exposed and vulnerable. My sore ass made contact with the bed, sending a wave of discomfort through me that mixed with the pleasure, making me whimper.

Chan knelt between my legs, his intense gaze fixed on me as he admired the marks he had left on my body. “Shit,” he murmured, his voice thick with raw desire. “You look fucking incredible, covered with hickies.”

His fingers trailed over my exposed skin, and I felt every touch like a jolt of electricity. When his hand grazed my sensitive bud, I squirmed, unable to control the waves of pleasure that surged through me. The desperate need for more had me arching my back, silently pleading for him to take me further.

Chan’s eyes locked onto mine, and he took his time, clearly enjoying the way his touch made me writhe. Finally, he slid two fingers inside me, but he moved so slowly it was almost torturous. Each inch he pushed inside me was deliberate, making me gasp and moan as I felt the full, agonizing pleasure of his teasing. The slow, almost teasing pace only heightened my desperation, each moment stretching out the delicious torment.

Chan’s fingers picked up speed, thrusting deeper and faster, driving me to the edge of my sanity after such a long, torturous wait. Each stroke was a sweet release from the agonizing tease he had put me through. As I lost myself in the rhythm, Chan leaned down and kissed me, his lips urgent and demanding.

“You better keep your mouth shut,” he murmured against my lips, his bite sharp but electrifying. His kisses deepened, a silencing gesture meant to control the sounds escaping me.

“More,” I begged, my voice barely above a whisper.

“You want more?” Chan’s voice was thick with desire, his breath hot against my skin.

“Yes, more please, Channie,” I pleaded, my need evident.

Without hesitation, Chan added another two fingers, stretching me further. The sensation was a mix of pain and pleasure, the stretch making me gasp and shiver as I adjusted to the fullness.

“Shit, you’re so hot, love,” Chan groaned, his voice rough with raw emotion. “Fuck, I want to hear you moan for me.”

As Chan's fingers continued their relentless pace, the pleasure built up inside me until I was on the brink of cumming. My moans grew louder, my body arching and squirming with the intensity of my impending orgasm.

Chan seemed to sense my climax approaching. With a sudden, almost cruel precision, he withdrew his fingers, stopping me just before I could let go. The abrupt halt left me gasping and twitching, the overwhelming need for release almost unbearable. He looked down at me with a satisfied smirk, clearly enjoying the control he had over my pleasure. “Not yet,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “I want you to beg for it.”

I whined in frustration, my voice trembling. “Ugh, fuck you.” Chan’s eyes flashed with a mixture of anger and disappointment. “I’m being so nice to you, and this is how you still behave?” His voice was sharp, his irritation clear. Without warning, he delivered a stinging slap to my wet heat. The sudden pain made me cry out loudly, my body jolting from the intensity. Tears streamed down my face, mixing with the heat of my frustration.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” I begged, my voice cracking with desperation. “Please, just fuck me, Channie, please!” Chan’s expression shifted as he heard my desperate pleas. A wicked smile spread across his face, clearly satisfied by my begging. The sight of me so vulnerable and pleading was exactly what he wanted. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear. “Now that’s what I wanted to hear,” he murmured, his voice laced with satisfaction. “Please, baby,” I begged, my voice trembling with vulnerability. I let go of my ego and self-respect, desperate for his touch after the long, intense battle. My need was palpable, and I could feel the heat pooling between my legs, begging for release.

Chan’s lips curled into a wicked smile as he heard my pleas. He kissed me roughly, his lips crashing against mine with a fierce urgency. His teeth bit down hard, the sharp sting mixing with the searing pleasure. “You gotta be patient, baby,” he growled, his voice dripping with dominance and desire. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, he pulled away, his gaze dark and intense. He lowered his head to my wet heat, his tongue sliding out to taste me with a languid, greedy lick. “Fuck,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust. “Please uncuff me, baby. I need to touch you. Please.”

Chan’s actions were desperate, almost starving. He slurped and sucked at me with an unrestrained hunger, his tongue flicking and swirling around my sensitive bud. The feeling of his mouth on me was overwhelming, each nip and lick driving me wild with need. My body squirmed and arched beneath him, my moans muffled by the intensity of his relentless touch. The raw, heated connection between us was almost unbearable, leaving me trembling and craving more.

Chan kept his tongue working relentlessly, pushing me right to the edge. I was gasping and moaning, almost there, when he suddenly stopped. The sudden break left me hanging, and I cried out in frustration, my body straining towards him, desperate for the release I’d been so close to.

He looked at me with a mix of satisfaction and teasing. “You’re almost there,” he said, his voice low and taunting. “But you’re not getting it until I say so.” The sudden denial made my need even more intense. I squirmed on the bed, every part of me aching for the release he had so cruelly taken away. The tension was overwhelming, making my desire for him even stronger.

Chan kept me exposed and vulnerable, his own body fully dressed while I lay bare and aching for him. The contrast of his clothed form against my nakedness only amplified my need.

Without any warning, he pulled down his pants just enough to free himself, his movements quick and deliberate. In one powerful thrust, he pushed into me, filling me completely and stretching me to the brim. The sudden invasion made me gasp, a loud moan escaping my lips. “Uhhhh, fuckkkkkk,” I cried out, my voice raw with the intensity of the moment.

Chan’s eyes were dark with pleasure as he grunted, “Oh, fuck yeah.” His voice was filled with satisfaction, every word dripping with lust. The sensation of him inside me was overwhelming, his dominance and control making my body ache for more. The heat between us was almost unbearable, the tension crackling in the air as he claimed me, each thrust pushing us both to the edge.

Chan's thrusts were relentless, driving into me with a force that made every nerve in my body tingle. His movements were deliberate and powerful, pushing me closer to the brink with each stroke. I writhed beneath him, my body responding instinctively to the overwhelming pleasure and the deep connection we shared.

Every thrust made me gasp and moan, the sound of our breaths mingling in the charged air. Chan’s hands gripped my hips tightly, his fingers digging into my skin as he held me in place. “You feel so fucking good,” he growled, his voice rough and raw. “I can’t get enough of you.”

The way he moved inside me, the sheer intensity of his desire, was almost too much to handle. His dominance was palpable, every thrust a testament to the control he wielded over me, The pressure building with each stroke, making it harder to hold back my cries of pleasure.

I reached up to touch him, but the cuffs kept me restrained, heightening my sense of helplessness and heightening the pleasure. Chan’s pace quickened, the urgency of his movements matching the frantic beating of my heart. “Tell me how much you need me,” he demanded, his voice a low, commanding growl.

“Please, Channie,” I managed to gasp, my voice trembling with need. “I need you so much.”

He responded with a deep, satisfied growl, his pace becoming more erratic as he lost himself in the moment. “That’s right,” he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. “You need me, and I’m going to make sure you get everything you’ve been craving.”

Chan adjusted my legs, lifting them and wrapping them over his shoulders, pulling me into a new, deeper position. The angle made his thrusts hit even more intensely, each movement driving me to the brink. His powerful thrusts were almost brutal, making me gasp with every stroke.

“Please,” I moaned, my voice pleading. “Touch me more. Take off your clothes. I want to feel your warmth, Channie.” Chan’s eyes were dark with desire as he looked down at me, his grip on my hips tightening. “You want me to take off my clothes, huh?” he growled, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “You want to feel every inch of me?” Without missing a beat, he pulled back just enough to shed his clothes, his gaze locked on mine with a predatory intensity. “Is this what you needed?” he asked, his voice low and rough. “You wanted me fully exposed, didn’t you?”

As he removed his clothes, his bare skin pressed against mine, amplifying the connection between us. He resumed his relentless pace, each thrust making me shiver with pleasure. “You feel so fucking good,” he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. “I’m going to make sure you remember this night.”

I could barely respond, my body overwhelmed by the intensity of his movements. “Yes, Chan,” I gasped. “More. I need more.” He growled in response, his thrusts growing more urgent. “You’re driving me crazy,” he said, his voice thick with lust. “You wanted this, and now you’re getting everything you asked for. Don’t hold back. Let me hear you.”

His rough, commanding words only fueled my desire, making every thrust feel even more intense. The heat between us was almost unbearable, our bodies moving in a frenzied rhythm that left us both gasping and moaning.

Chan’s intensity only increased, his thrusts becoming even more powerful. With my wrists still cuffed to the bed, I felt completely at his mercy. He leaned over me, his breath hot against my ear. “You’re all mine, baby,” he growled, his voice filled with possessiveness. “Nobody can ever take me away from you. No one.”

“You like this, don’t you?” he continued, his tone both demanding and filled with satisfaction. “You love being at my mercy, feeling every bit of my control.”

I could barely respond, my body trembling under his dominance. “Yes, Chan,” I gasped, my voice barely a whisper. “I love it. I need it.”

A wicked smile played on his lips as he leaned down, his face inches from mine. “Good,” he murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “Because I’m not stopping until you’re completely mine.”

He kissed me fiercely, his lips crashing against mine with a hunger that left me breathless. His tongue explored my mouth with a wild, unrestrained passion, making my heart race even faster. Every touch, every kiss, every thrust was filled with an almost primal intensity that made me lose myself in him.

Chan’s hands roamed over my body, touching and teasing every sensitive spot. His fingers dug into my skin, leaving marks that would remind me of this night long after it was over. The roughness of his touch combined with the tenderness of his kisses created a whirlwind of sensations that left me begging for more.

“You’re mine,” he whispered against my lips, his voice a mix of possessiveness and affection. “All mine.”

“Yours,” I echoed, my voice filled with a mix of submission and longing. “Always yours, Chan.”

He growled in satisfaction, his pace quickening even more. The bed creaked under the force of his thrusts, our bodies moving together in a dance of raw, unfiltered passion. The air was thick with the sounds of our moans and the rhythmic slap of our bodies coming together.

Chan’s hands found their way to my thighs, lifting my legs higher and opening me up even more to his relentless assault. “Look at me,” he commanded, his voice rough with desire. “I want to see your face when you come.”

I locked eyes with him, my gaze filled with a mix of love and lust. “Chan,” I gasped, my voice trembling. “I’m so close.”

He smirked, his eyes darkening with satisfaction. “Good,” he murmured. “Come for me, baby. Show me how much you need me.”

His words sent me over the edge, my body convulsing in a powerful release that left me gasping for breath. Chan watched me intently, his own control slipping as he drove us both to the brink.

With a final, powerful thrust, he found his own release, a deep, guttural moan escaping his lips as he filled me completely. He collapsed against me, our bodies tangled together in the aftermath of our intense encounter.

For a moment, we just lay there, our breaths mingling, hearts racing. Chan’s fingers brushed gently over my skin, his touch now tender and loving.

“You’re incredible,” he whispered, his voice filled with genuine admiration. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

I smiled, my heart swelling with affection. “I feel the same way, Chan. You’re everything to me.”

He kissed me softly, the aggression giving way to a deep, abiding love. “Let’s stay like this,” he murmured against my lips. “Just you and me.”

“Always,” I whispered back, my fingers threading through his hair. “Always.”

As we lay wrapped in each other's arms, the weight of the earlier tension slowly began to lift. Chan shifted slightly, his hands still gently tracing patterns on my back, as if trying to reaffirm his presence and reassure me.

“I know you’re still thinking about everything that happened,” he said softly, his voice full of sincerity. “About Somi and all the doubts you might have.”

I looked up at him, meeting his gaze with a mix of vulnerability and concern. “I can’t help but worry,” I admitted. “I saw how you interacted with her, and it made me feel insecure.”

Chan’s expression softened, and he gently cupped my face in his hands. “Listen to me baby’ he said earnestly. “Somi is just an old friend. That’s all she is, and that’s all she’ll ever be. If it makes you happy, I won’t see her again. And if I ever have to, I’ll make sure to take you along or inform you first.”

I nodded, trying to absorb his words. “But it felt like she was always around, and it made me wonder if I’m not enough.”

Chan’s gaze was steady and full of reassurance. “You are more than enough,” he said firmly. “You’re everything I need and more. The way I feel about you, the way you make me feel—there’s no comparison. What happened with Somi was nothing compared to what we have.”

He pulled me closer, his touch gentle yet firm. “I want you to know that I’m committed to you, completely and utterly. The way I am with you, the way I care for you—nothing is going to change that. You have nothing to worry about.”

His words, combined with the warmth of his embrace, began to ease the lingering anxiety in my mind. “But how can I be sure?” I asked, still feeling a bit uncertain.

Chan leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. “Because I’m here with you right now,” he said quietly. “Because I choose you every day, and I always will. I want us to be strong, to face everything together. You’re my priority, and nothing else matters.”

He took a deep breath, as if gathering his thoughts before continuing. “I understand why you’re feeling this way, and I want to do everything I can to make sure you feel secure. I know trust doesn’t come easily, especially after what happened, but I’m committed to earning it every single day.”

I felt a wave of relief wash over me as I listened to his words. “Thank you for being so patient with me,” I said softly. “For understanding and for showing me that you really do care.”

Chan smiled, his eyes filled with warmth and affection. “It’s my pleasure,” he replied. “I’ll always be here for you, no matter what. I want us to grow stronger together, to build a future where we both feel secure and loved.”

We lay together in the quiet, our hearts slowly finding their rhythm again. Chan’s reassurances and tender touch were a balm to my anxieties, helping to dispel the shadows of doubt that had lingered.

As we cuddled together, I felt a deep sense of peace and security. Chan’s presence, his words, and his unwavering commitment were all I needed to feel truly at ease. In his arms, I found the comfort and reassurance that I had been longing for, and with that, I allowed myself to fully embrace the love we shared.

As we fell asleep, the room was quiet and calm. Chan held me close, and I felt secure and warm. My head rested on his chest, and his steady breathing was soothing.

The night passed peacefully, with the soft glow of moonlight casting a gentle light over us. We slept soundly, wrapped in each other's arms, feeling completely at ease.

— incantation ;

→ pairing : hyunjin x male reader

→ summary : hyunjin is no stranger when it comes to the world of witchcraft and magic. one night, he has a bad feeling about his home and he goes to investigate but it’s not what he thinks.

→ genre : angst

→ warnings : blood, murder, betrayal, some gory scenes, mentions of sharp objects.

→ word count : 2,652

→ author’s note: i was channeling gojo satoru, scarlet witch, seulgi 28 reasons era, vengeful witch while writing this.

→ songs currently stuck in my head :

cry for me by twice, crown by seulgi, red sun by dreamcatcher, venom by stray kids, this world by ateez.

hyunjin was known by those around him as something of a psychic, in the sense that whatever he dreamed of would eventually happen in real life. everything from great fortune and luck to his friends, premonitions of demonic entities terrorizing the living, and death to those who crossed him in the past.

one famous instance of death to someone who crossed him was 5 or so years ago, when a close friend at the time, whom hyunjin considered a sibling-level kind of friend, committed the ultimate act of betrayal towards him. hyunjin and his boyfriend, at the time, had broken up, and it was a very heavy breakup in emotional terms, especially towards hyunjin. word had spread that his best friend and his now ex-boyfriend at the time were at a party together; lots of heavy drinks were involved, and his friend brought the ex over to the apartment that he and hyunjin had shared. they had hooked up that same night on the living room couch. lucky for them, hyunjin was not home.

hyunjin has a psychic ability, similar to spidey sense, when something is wrong or something bad is about to happen. some people call it intuition, but he calls it a warning sign. the voice that warns him usually says the name of the person, a command, or something that’s coming.

he was at a friend’s house because he didn’t want to be alone during such an emotional time. they were watching a movie, and just as hyunjin was about to fall asleep, that’s when the "hyunjin-sense" began. it started as a sharp sting in his mind and trickled into goosebumps across his body, which is then followed by a voice in his mind. "check home." the voice says. "do you mind if you take me home? i have to check something." he says. "is it your senses going off again?" the friend asks.

hyunjin only gave him a look and that was all the friend needed. it didn’t take him long to find the keys to his car and for both of them to head over to hyunjin’s place within a matter of minutes. the friend parks his car right in front of the apartment building. "i won’t be long." hyunjin says as he unbuckles his seatbelt. he puts his hands together in a praying gesture, and a wave of absolute silence blankets the car’s atmosphere; hyunjin is deep in thought as he visualizes the interior of the apartment and which room he’s mentally standing in. simple incantation is mumbled under his breath, followed by a simple command. "teleport."

his friend closes his eyes and covers his ears and hyunjin disappears into a blue-to-white mist. "i should probably set a timer to see how long it takes him to get back." chris says before grabbing his phone and setting a stopwatch timer.

hyunjin is now inside the apartment, standing in the bedroom. his eyes fading into a white hue to help him see in the pitch black darkness of the apartment. his arms fall to either side of his body as fingers extend and he gently pushes his hands up and down in a slow, gentle motion. "levitate slightly." his body rises a few short centimeters off the floor, as he does not want to make a sound with his footsteps. smart move on his part.

his heart begins to race, almost like his heart is like a metal detector trying to find the source of what’s making the machine go off. he can hear the creaking of the couch’s wood against the walls, moaning but not agonizing moans of someone who is in excruciating pain; it’s moans of absolute pleasure. "be silent. be careful." the voice says.

he glides towards the bedroom door, placing his hand on the doorknob. "silent." he whispers as he twists the doorknob and slowly pulls the door open. not a single sound is emitted from him opening the door, almost as if he’s a ghost. his heart beats faster as his hand twists the doorknob, as if he’s next in line to get on a rollercoaster.

chris stares at the stopwatch, which is increasing in its time. "fourteen fifty-nine... fifteen minutes. i wonder what he’s doing." he says to himself. he opens youtube to distract himself in the meantime.

the dark brown pupils of hyunjin’s eyes begin to peek through in the midst of the white clouding his corneas as he sees what’s happening in front of him. tears quickly form and roll down his cheeks, and his heart continues beating fast like it’s trying to jump out of his chest. in the living room, with the lights completely off, his best friend in the whole wide world was making love with his ex on the velvet couch.

hyunjin re-enters the bedroom and closes the silent door. his breathing trembles as he inhales and exhales, his heart hitting the overexertion point like it's about to shatter in his body. although he’s floating, his legs feel numb, and he falls silently onto the floor. his eyes can’t stop generating and releasing tears streaming down his face. "be calm. stay in control." the voice says, and almost instantly, hyunjin’s heartbeats calm down, and he wipes the tears off his face.

he takes a few seconds to regain control over his breathing before facing what’s going on within the room just beyond the bedroom door. he sits down on the floor with his legs crossed. his hands lay on his thighs, with his thumb and middle fingertips touching, and his other fingers lay still on his pants fabric.

he mumbles words in pure latin, a language considered dead within modern-day dialects. his eyes continue to form tears that glide down his cheeks, but he feels no sadness anymore. all he feels is pure anger.

the lighting in the entire apartment begins to flicker intensely for a brief two seconds, which catches the attention of adrian, AKA the soon-to-be ex-best friend, who was on the couch. "did you see the lights?" he asks josh, hyunjin’s ex. "yeah but i’m not focused on that right now. i’m only focused on you." josh says. he leans in to kiss adrian.

"go now." the voice screams in hyunjin’s mind, like a war cry. hyunjin’s eyes burst open, glowing in a crimson red color. his body teleports into the living room, directly behind josh. adrian’s eyes widen as he sees hyunjin and he screams like he’s seen a ghost. "behind you!" adrian screams to josh, but josh pulls away and looks behind him only to see nothing behind him. "wh- what? there’s nothing behind me…" josh says. "i saw him. clear as day, hyunjin was right behind you." adrian says in a fearful tone.

"babe, no one’s behind me. if he was here, he’d come right through the front door." adrian says as he laughs. he looks back at josh, only to see hyunjin standing right in front of him. "now you see me." he says as adrian screams bloody murder and is flung towards the front door to the apartment. josh doesn’t see hyunjin but only sees adrian being thrown at the front door. "hyunjin, wherever you are… this isn’t what it means." josh says as his eyes dart around the room, looking for a sign of hyunjin within the room.

the lighting in the room flickers from bright white to a dark red which is followed by slow six knocks at the front door. "josh, are you there? it’s me." hyunjin says. "do not open the door." josh says to adrian. adrian gets up off the floor and dusts himself off, running to grabs his clothes and belongings in a hurried frenzy fueled by fear. "fuck this, i’m leaving." he says.

he runs towards the front door and his hand is now on the doorknob. "do not open that fucking door." adrian says as his voice begins to tremble. "please don’t. something bad is going to happen." he adds as he begins to cry. "i’m not going to be here when that happens." adrian says as his hand twists the doorknob, opening the door and just as he’s about to leave, he stands face to face with hyunjin.

"you’re right about that." hyunjin says as he grabs adrian by his neck, lifting him up off the floor, and throws him back into the apartment. he enters the room then closes the door and locks it with a flick of his finger. "you really think i wouldn’t find out? don’t you know who i am?!" hyunjin exclaims as the room trembles with each word that leaves his mouth.

josh falls back onto the couch and sits in a fetal position, his hands covering his face as he begins to cry into his palms. adrian is searching around for a knife or any blunt object nearby to use as a weapon. adrian finds a knife and places the blade on hyunjin’s throat. "you really think you can just come in here and-" adrian is cut off mid-sentence. josh hears the cutlery begin to shake, uncovering his face only for his eyes to widen.

knives floating all across the living room, the blades pointing directly at adrian at different angles. "you do not get to speak, your actions did all the talking." hyunjin says. "you broke my heart only for you to come into our apartment, actually into my apartment since i signed the lease, and fuck my best friend?" hyunjin asks as the grip of his hand on adrian’s throat begins to tighten and his nails dig into the skin, making droplets of blood trickle down adrian’s neck.

"you broke my heart, now i break you." hyunjin whispers to adrian as his nails slowly pierce into his neck, as he screams in agonizing pain. "feel the pain you gave me when you broke me." hyunjin continues, as josh’s cries form into sobs of fear. "what was it you said earlier?" he asks adrian as both their eyes widen; adrian’s in fear as he remembers what he said, trying to push hyunjin off, and hyunjin’s eyes widen in a rising vengeful anger. the light in the room begins to turn a dark red. "you won’t be here when that happens, was it?" hyunjin asks with a devious smile.

"for once, you’re right about something." hyunjin says as his nails and fingers fully pierce into adrian’s neck, grabbing a hold of his adam’s apple. a single tear rolls down adrian’s cheek as his screams begin to fade out, then hyunjin rips out his adam’s apple, and a squelching sound is emitted.

blood gushes out of adrian’s mouth and throat, onto hyunjin’s face and clothes as well as onto the floor. soon, a pool of blood surrounding their feet grows in width and adrian’s lifeless body falls onto the floor. hyunjin’s face is covered in the dark red liquid as he stands over his ex-boyfriend's body, shocked but soon bursting in laughter. "you two are so done." he says as he turns around to face josh.

the light continues to flicker and hyunjin uses the flickering to his advantage. each time the light goes from bright, he appears one step closer to josh. in the dark, he fades away. the only thing you hear are his heavy footsteps approaching him slowly.

"joshua, you have betrayed me. how could you do something so low and disgusting, especially to me?" he asks. hyunjin’s voice echoes around the room, as josh’s cries begin to return. "in this life and the next, wherever your soul and physical entity is, i will always be there waiting for you to kill you over and over again. you will remain living in fear, trying to hide from me, but i will always find you. i will never let you go." hyunjin says as he conjures a sharp katana glowing in a scarlet red hue.

hyunjin appears in front of josh, pointing the blade at his heart. "consider this a warning." hyunjin points his index finger up then josh’s body begins to levitate up off the couch by his neck. his legs squirm around as his arms try to reach hyunjin but nothing works. "never cross a witch." he says before impaling josh’s chest and digging it into his torso until it appears on the other side, leaving the katana in. "i want you to cry for me." he continues.

hyunjin places his hand on josh’s chest, glaring directly into his eyes. his other hand begins to generate a tiny ball of glowing red fire that grows into an orb to the size of a baseball. hyunjin’s hand pulls away from his chest, transferring the magic energy into both hands now. "my voice is a spell that haunts you. wherever you are, i’m with you." hyunjin says before he slams his hands onto the center of josh’s chest. gut wrenching screams spew out of josh’s mouth as the fiery orbs burn into his skin and hyunjin’s sharp nails dig into his chest to rip his heart out.

his hands grab a hold of josh’s heart, ripping it out in a swift motion. blood spills out from the exposed hole in his chest, quiet whimpers of pain leave his mouth as he stares at hyunjin who holds his beating organ. "die." he says as he rips his heart into two with his fingers. josh’s limbs start to fall and dangle at his side, his head falling and moving side to side as he exhales his final breath.

hyunjin releases the hold of josh’s deceased body and lets his body fall onto the floor. he looks around at the mess he’s made. "what a mess." he says to himself, then snaps his fingers on both hands, making the two bodies and bloody mess all over the apartment and on himself simply vanish into nothingness as if nothing happened. "all better." he says with a smile as he teleports back to chris’ car and into the passenger seat.

"hey! how long did i take?" he asks chris, who was asleep with his phone in his hand. the car turned off by himself, and he sees the stopwatch on chris’ phone screen. "an hour and six minutes.. geez." he whispers as he doesn’t want to wake chris. he puts his hands together in a praying gesture as the car begins to be enveloped in a blue mist, then teleports the car along with themselves back to chris’ house. his car now sat parked in the driveway.

hyunjin exits the car, levitating chris’ body carefully out of the car. he unlocks the front door with a flick of his finger and enters the home. he guides his friend into his bed, wrapping his body with the warm blanket and saying a spell to help him sleep fully until morning. hyunjin closes and locks the door with another flick of his fingers, then lays on the couch, exhaling a sigh of relief. he drifts off into a deep sleep.

hyunjin’s dream starts to reveal a time in history where people were hunting down witches and burning them in an attempt to "cleanse the world of wicked evil." hyunjin could feel himself immersing himself more into the dream, as if he were inside his own dream and exploring around. not before he heard his name being called by an unknown man in his dream, turning around to see someone holding a pitchfork to his neck. "are thou a witch?" the man asks. that’s when hyunjin knew that he wasn’t in a dream anymore... or is he?

I can’t, I am hurt

“Hyunjin one shot”

Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x female reader

Genre: Angst

Warnings: mention of anxiety and blood

Word count: 1.6 K

A/N: I wanted to write something but I wrote this :”)

[12:00 AM]

I am sitting, alone in a corner of my room. Hugging my knees with my head low; it’s dark and the moonlight is the only source of light which is falling on the room and keeping it a dim so that the room is not pitch dark. Everything seems like, I don’t have any feeling anymore. The moment he left me saying; “I am done with you” still hurts me. It’s been two days; I want to stop thinking about him. My fingers didn’t stop bleeding although I stopped scratching my thumbs; now the second finger is also bleeding of both my hands. My tears stopped falling; although I want to cry more but it was like I couldn’t anymore. I was scared, scared to see anyone like that anymore; people might come and start hitting me again, I can’t handle that anymore specially after he left. He always saved me whenever I had tough time with people, he stopped people from abusing me and he brought me here to live with him so that I could escape from them and we could live together. I was scared, that everything might repeat the way it was in past, before meeting him. I wanted to tell myself, that I am okay but it’s just me in the end who wasn’t ready to accept the lie.  

   I wish he could come and talk to me; I wish he could take me in his arms. I can’t wait to touch him once more, I miss him. I miss his feeling, I miss his warmth, I miss his voice. I just miss everything. I miss the way he smiled at me. I miss him cuddling with me until I sleep. The bed seems cold now; without him.

 How much I tried to stop myself from thinking but I can’t.

 2 DAYS AGO

  It was raining. I was near the window in our bedroom; I heard Hyunjin enter and he sighed; he was late as usual. “Hyunjin, you had dinner? It’s quite late” I heard Hyunjin sigh. I looked at him he was sitting on the bed. “Hyunjin, is something bothering you?”

“Nothing. Stop, I am sick of it”

I told myself that it’s okay maybe he didn’t mean it.

“Okay, I will stop, just let me know when will you be okay.”

“I’ll be okay once you will stop bothering me.” He looked at me.

“Hyunjin, I understand. I won’t as-”

“What do you understand? Tell me? What do you know?” he suddenly started shouting.

“Hyunjin calm down, please you’re scaring me.” I was scared. I was scared what he might break things again infront of me.

This was the second week; he was behaving like this. He was always so stressed and I give him space for that. I tell myself to help him but he just keeps on blaming me for everything. He comes home late, all stressed and I try to help him but it doesn’t help him. I let him take out his anger and frustration on me because I was scared of him leaving me.  His behavior was getting harsh and I was getting scared. Last Sunday he broke 3 glasses just in one go. This Tuesday, he threw the plates on the floor during dinner; because I asked him to eat with me.

“Shut up” he threw my favorite flower vase in the floor; it broke into thousand pieces. He gave it to me on my birthday. It was reminding me of my childhood. The way I was treated, my memories were scaring me. I hate my past. He knew everything well that I can’t take this, not after when I nearly faced my death one day. His behavior was scaring me the most, the way he was doing things.

“Hyun-Hyunjin please don’t do. Hyunjin please” I shouted

“I am done with you.”

“Hyunjin, listen”

“You just give headache to me. You are annoying” he said looking at me and I was already crying.

As he went out, I broke down on the floor. I was devastated; I wanted to run to him and stop him but I couldn’t. Something was holding me back. I snuggled up in a corner.

[12:30 am]

Since then, I was a mess. I don’t care how I looked right now; I just wanted to see him and hold him tight. I told myself, even if he wanted to leave me one day; I will let him go because I want him to be happy. But now his love made me weak. I miss the way we randomly started walking at midnight in the streets, his soft kisses, our random night dates. I miss everything.

Hyunjin POV

[11:30 pm]

 I miss her. “Jeongin, I want to see her, should I just go and say sorry for everything? I shouldn’t have done that and I know she hated when people threw things and get into arguments. I realized my mistake, I let my anger take over me. I shouldn’t have done that Innie. I-” I broke down infront of him. Jeongin hugged me tight. “Yah, don’t cry and go. I know you miss her; she loves and you love her too. You couldn’t focus on anything since that night you came to dorm at 1 AM. Go and hold her tight in your arms again. She must be scared. She is closest with me after you, she isn’t picking up her phone and I guess the battery is dead now because it says the call is unreachable.” Jeongin looked at me with a smile. I noticed it was just me and Jeongin in the practice room because everyone left after practice hours; I got up and took my black cap and mask and went out. I drove to our place.

[12:30 am]

   I rang the bell, but there was no response. I took out the spare key and opened the door, I called her name; she wasn’t giving me any response. I ran to our bedroom and opened the door; I heard screams as soon as I opened the door.

 “NO. DON’T HURT ME PLEASE. PLEASE GO. HE LEFT ME ALONE SO PLEASE GO.” She shouted.

“Y/N!” I said her name

“DON’T COME NEAR ME PLEASE!! GO!” She was crying and shouting.

I ran to her and hugged her tight. She was a crying mess, “Baby, I am here; I am sorry.” I tried to calm her down. She was grabbing my shirt tight. I was patting on her back. “Hyunjin don’t leave me please, I hate being alone. Please don’t leave me alone Hyunjin. Please, stay with me. I am scared.”

I blamed myself for being so careless towards her. She is a mess right now because of me. I made her like this.

“I am not leaving you alone. I am here with you” I told her, I hoped that it would help her. I looked at the room, it’s still the same as that night. The broken pieces of her favorite flower vase were still on the floor, the bed sheet is not on the bed anymore. Her bleeding fingers were holding my shirt tight.

“Hyunjin please just please” she cried out again, she was hurting and I am the one who was hurting her. I hated myself for doing this; to make suffer like this.

“I am right here, just by your side. Okay? Shh, calm down. Everything’s good now.”

She slowly calmed down. I looked her; her face was pale. She looked lifeless. I wiped her tears and carried her, and took her to bed carefully. She sat there, holding the tip of my shirt. I was about to bring the first aid kit to clean her finger tips which were bleeding; “Hyunjin please don’t go please” I looked at her; she started crying again. I was getting weak, looking at her like this made me weak. I hated her tears the most in my life and now I am the reason of her tears.

“I am not going anywhere, don’t worry. Let me bring the first aid? okay?” her eyes said it all, she was hesitating but she let go of my shirt. I brought the first aid kit. I cleaned her finger tips carefully; she had a habit of scratching her finger tips when she is worried and blaming herself. I applied cream and then wrapped a band-aid. “Hyunjin, I am annoying sorry. I will try- I sealed her lips with a kiss.

She was clearing blaming everything on herself. I wanted her to stop that. Everything was more than enough; I couldn’t let her suffer any more.

“You are not annoying; I am sorry I said that to you. I am sorry for behaving like a damn asshole since few weeks. I was stressed and I always let out my anger on you and also let me anger take over me.

I kept the first aid kit on the bed and cleaned the floor. I went to her, looked at her.

“Do you want to eat something? Should I cook something for you?” I asked her

“No, can I just cuddle with you? Hyunjin please.” She requested me, which she rarely did and I would never reject her request.

“Of course, we can. I will give you warm cuddles with love” I said her. She smiled.

Both of us we were cuddling, I was holding her tight and her hands were around my waist. “Hyunjin, I love you”

“I love you too my baby” I said her and she drifted to sleep.

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“Chan one shot”

Bang Chan x female reader || fluff with a bit of angst || word count: 1.1 K

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[2:03 AM]

Since past few days, I couldn’t sleep well. Maybe this stress from work was too much, new projects and presentations. This is another sleepless night. It was 2 am already and I have to get up at 8 am in the morning. I was laying on my bed since 12:30 am and trying to sleep. I couldn’t stay still anymore and soft songs weren’t helping me. I went to the balcony and looked at the moving clouds and the moon. It was pretty, it looked beautiful and peaceful.

I wore my slippers and went to the rooftop, I sat there staring at the moon. I was looking at the moon lost in thoughts about Chan. I miss him, recently he is also busy with his schedules. I ask him about whether he ate something or not, we talk pretty normal. When we get busy with our own schedules, we don’t force eachother to text back always. Chan is quite understanding, he is my happy place. I can be myself infront of him, he makes me feel good. I just miss him.

It was getting bit chilly outside, I started rubbing my shoulders, I looked at the moon and said. “Chan I miss you, I want a big hug from you and no hugs from you makes me sad” I sighed and I was taken aback with the sudden touch.

He was hugging me, “are you happy now baby?” I got up and looked at him. I gave him a big hug, he hugged me back. I buried my head on his chest, I missed this warmth, I missed him. “Awwwww my baby”

“I missed you Chan, it’s hard for me to stay away from you.” I mumbled. He was patting my back and tears started coming out, beside him I really don’t have anyone who can comfort me and I can rely on. Everything's hard ever since he had to go back to dorm, I didn’t want to hold him back and let him go because for his future. I don’t want to be someone who will hold him back from doing what he loves.

“Hush, don’t cry, I am here.” He said but it didn’t help me, I cried more, I was holding him tight, not even wanting to let him go. I just don’t want him to leave me. He lifted my face, I looked at him with my teary eyes and tears were still falling down. He wiped my tears with his thumb. “Chan…”

“Stop crying, I am here now. Okay?” he said and it was comforting as usual. I nodded trying to stop crying. One thing hit me, the time and what is he doing here now.

“Chan, why are you here at this time?” I asked him, still holding him.

“What do you mean by that? It’s our home, I called you few times but you didn’t pick up so I came to see you. Because I missed you.” He said and gave a quick peck on my lips. I thought to return his quick peck. I tip toed to give him a peck but Chan was fast to capture my lips and pressed his lips softly, his one hand was holding my waist and another on my face. I closed my eyes just to feel him against my lips. I missed this feeling; I loved this feeling.

After some time, he left and looked at me, I don’t know why I still couldn’t look at him after kissing him, this happens everytime. “Awwww, look at me now” he said and I looked at him.

“You can’t sleep today again?” I nodded.

“Let’s just sit here and watch the stars tonight. Okay?” I nodded and both of us sat on the rooftop, looking at the sky full of stars. “You know Chan, how much I wanted to sit with you like this at least one”

“Are you happy now?” I smiled at him and he pulled me into his embrace, I snuggled on his chest. It was warm as usual.

“You know, it’s difficult to find the right star in sky full of star. All the stars are different and all of them are special in their own way. That’s why finding you was bit difficult Y/N. It took me a lot of time to find you and I tried my best to comfort you because you are my person. A person for whom I and ready to do anything. So, don’t be sad, if you’re sad it makes my sad, I feel hurt. Never hold back yourself whenever you need me, I am here for you always. Forever. Okay?” his words already made me tear up again, it wasn’t easy. I tried not to make any sound, but my tears were falling on his shirt, making it wet. I don’t know why am I like this, I am just too vulnerable. I nodded. “Y/N” he called out my name and looked at me, “Don’t cry, I am here. Right by your side, so don’t cry.” He wiped my tears and pulled me closer.

“I won’t cry anymore. I think I just missed you and that’s why I am like this tonight.” I stopped crying. “Now look at the sky, everything is so pretty.” I smiled looking at my star and the starry night.

“Chan, let’s stay like this, I love it like this.” I said him. I saw him smiling at me. I closed my eyes and he pulled me closer. I took his warmth and I was feeling better. Everything Chan did for me till now is something no one did. I heard faint voice of Chan calling my name. And the next moment, I felt like I’ve been lifted by someone, I tried to open my eyes, I realized I slept on him.

“baby did I wake you up?” I tried to say no,

“You shouldn’t sleep there’s, let’s go to your bedroom.” I smiled and held him tight and buried my head on his chest. He chuckled at my actions, his soft laugh is my medicine for everything.

He carefully kept me on my bed and pulled the blanket to cover me, he went to other side of my bed, I turned to look at me. “Chan, I love you.” I said.

He tuned off the night lamp and pulled me closer and hugged me, “Don’t worry baby, I love you more.” And he laughed, his soft laugh.

He pecked on my forehead, and looked down at me, “It’s already 4 am, so good morning and now go back to sleep.” I hugged him and closed my eyes.

Chan is the star I wanted to see.

[02:17 am]

I woke up suddenly, I looked at my other side but you weren't there. I went to the balcony and looked at the sky. The black clouds were moving and the moon was looking them. It looked mesmerizing. I was staring at the sky and suddenly your hands were wrapped around my waist. Your hands were securely holding me.

"Baby did I wake you up?" He asked keeping his head on my shoulder

"Changbin, thankyou for being by my side"

"I love you. You know that right?" He turned me to face him and pecked my lips. His soft lips touched mine, that was just for a fraction of seconds but I felt my world in that.

"Let's go inside and cuddle." He said

"Binnie the bed is cold without you, I need warm cuddles" and Changbin lifted me and walked towards the bed