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Lookism Men x Reader (When their partner is insecure PART 1)

Genre: angst🥀 and fluff☁️ (comfort post) Warnings: mentions of insecurities/body image, poverty, social anxiety, panic attacks, overall a bit triggering reader is gender neutral (and is in an established relationship with the character of choice :)

Daniel Park (Park Hyung Seok)

If you're insecure about your body image (feeling too fat or too thin or overall feeling not looking "attractive"), he'll be able to empathize with you a lot since he has troubles with his appearance too.

Daniel will be super supportive of you. He knows how it feels to be thrown to the side all the time and be alone with the mix of loneliness also drives him crazy.

He's really good with comforting you. I think it depends on how you want it to be more okay. If you want space and time for yourself, he won't hesitate to give you some alone time. Though he'll make sure that you're eating and sleeping well. But if you want to be cuddled he has no problem with it either. He just wants to see you happy and he'll do anything to make you feel better.

Daniel would worry a lot if you start having a panic attack. He'll get you a glass of water and he'll rub your back and will tell you to take deep breaths so you'll calm down. Daniel will also ask why you're feeling down today and the moment you break down he'll be hugging you and listen to you when you started opening up to him.

He'll also shower you with lots of genuine compliments. If you think that your body looks ugly, he'll hug you from behind and whisper to your ear how beautiful/handsome you are (with your consent of course). "Y/N please don't hate on yourself, you're the most pretty girl/boy I've met. You're also very kind, talented, and helpful. Cheer up." He'll also help you have a healthy lifestyle if you asked him to (like the way Vasco trained him). Exercising and helping you out on your diet will help you boost your confidence like he did so trust him when it comes to things like this (he won't be too rushed and hard on you though unlike Gun).

And if you're feeling unsocial type and drained from socializing because of fearing rejection and you have trust issues (y'know Asa Mitaka vibes), he would also encourage you to meet other people as long as you're okay with it. He also wants to see you form other platonic relationships other than him as your boyfriend and build more beautiful connections with other people. He has been through this before and he overcame it, so will you because he believes in you.

And if you're feeling insecure about your social status he can highly relate to you too. But he'll make you remember that he's always there for you despite him being financially broke too. But if its the Workers timeline, he'll be willing to lend you some money for your own expenses since Steve Hong also spoils him a lot (just don't use for money he'll get turned off by it).

Daniel is overall one of the most empathetic Lookism characters, so as your boyfriend he's making sure that your insecurities and problems will be heard out and he's willing to listen to your side and give you the best advices he can give as possible.

Zack Lee (Lee Jin Sung)

Zack will be the panicked and worried boyfriend type.

If you're feeling worthless and a loser, he'll also shower you lots and lots and lots of compliments and reassurance that you're not what you think you are. He also knows how it feels. He'll also hug you and kiss your head when you're breaking down as he will try to stop the tears threatening to fall down on his face. He hates it seeing you like this. "Y/N, you're not a loser. Even if you think you are, you'll always be my number 1". Trust me he's your number one fan. Everything you do is so fascinating to him (as long as it's not scandalous and too embarrassing).

Like I know, his compliments may sound cheesy and pitiful but trust me, he means it from the bottom of his heart. He's honest most of the times and no way he's lying to you especially when you're the type to have trust issues.

If you're feeling insecure about your body, Zack will also reassure you that you're beautiful. He'll help you out when you have trouble with your eating lifestyle (I tend to overeat a lot). If you're the type to binge eat when you're stressed, he'll take away all the junk food from the cabinet and fridge. This may cause an argument between the two of you but trust me, he's just helping you out so hear him out with his point (it's not like he hates your chubby body but he doesn't want to be super over weight since it can cause lots of health problems).

And if you're scared of eating, he'll encourage you to because starving yourself won't help and it can make your condition worst. Zack will encourage you to eat healthy foods since he's worried about you getting underweight since it can be really unhealthy too. He may not experience having trouble with his eating lifestyle, but he's willing to help you out as possible since he wants to see you having a long and happy life :).

If you started having a panic attack Zack will panic too. He doesn't know what to do when you started having an episode but he'll try his best to comfort you. He'll grab your favorite snack and he'll help you ease your breathing. He'll also listen to your thoughts that has been bothering you for a while. It will actually surprise you when he started giving you advices but trust me, he's good with it (he's also highly empathetic).

Zack will also wonder why you're insecure about you not having any money. Like he's not judging you he also gets frustrated when he can't buy the things he want to buy. But he'll make you feel emotionally satisfied with his love so won't feel insecure about yourself anymore. He'll also treat you a lot on dates to make you feel special, but don't use him for money though it will backfire at you when he finds out that you're just using him for cash.

And if you're scared of socializing, he'll stay by your side all the time. He hates you feeling vulnerable and insecure about yourself. So he'll shower you lots of compliments about how pretty and nice you are. He'll also tell anyone to be kind and gentle with you. And he'll beat the shit out of everyone whoever tries to mess with you. (He's one of the best boyfriends to have in the Lookism Verse).

Vasco (Lee Eun Tae)

Another one who will be super concerned about your mental and physical being all the time (in a good way of course).

Vasco has always believed that everybody is born equally beautiful/handsome. And if you're feeling left out because of your looks he will not hesitate to comfort you since he's also highly empathetic. He'll also talk about a plan with Jace and other Burn Knuckles members on how to make you happy like surprising you with random parties just to make you feel better (he's so innocent lmao).

When it comes to comfort, Vasco would hug and compliment you all the time even when you're not feeling down. Though he'll be more clingy when you started showing signs of exhaustion (mentally). It may surprise you but he'll hug you and touch you with gentleness and care like you're a fragile glass that needs to be properly taken care of. He'll also whisper words of encouragement while kissing your head and ruffling your hair. "Y/N why are you upset? Do you wanna cuddle?"

If you're insecure about your body, he'll help you out find the reason why to. Because in his eyes you're perfect. But if you feel like you're fat or too slim he'll help you out to change your lifestyle. You and Vasco will have morning exercises (though he'll make sure that he won't push you too much) and he'll make sure that you're eating well all the time until you're confident about yourself.

He's also a pretty good listener despite him being a bit clueless sometimes. He would listen to your rambles about what's making you upset and he would unexpectedly cry out when you started opening up since he's also highly empathetic. He may not be the best advice giver on the bunch but he'll try his best to help you out.

Vasco will also panic and he'll get scared when you have a panic attack. He would call Jace for help even when you're against it since he wants to help you out as possible. They will help you ease your breathing and they will listen to your problems (and they won't spill the tea because they respect you. A promise is a promise.)

He'll also spoil you a lot with lots of choco-banana milk when you're feeling down because you get teased about being broke. He would listen to your rambles about not having any money and he'll even lend you some which can make you feel guilty since he made the money for himself and his hard work. But trust me Vasco will give it to you out of pure affection (just don't abuse it too much though he'll feel used when you asked ridiculous high amount of money).

Vasco will also be curious about the way you think when you don't want to socialize. He personally finds it enjoyable because he's able to meet different kinds of people. Though he will respect your wishes if you don't want to. But he's still willing to listen to you when you tell the reasons why you don't want to make friends if it's because of you being scared about what others think of you. Though he'll make sure you'll attend his birthday parties!

Jay Hong (Hong Jae Yol)

I don't know how many times I'll say this but he's also highly empathetic despite him not saying a word. He's also a pretty good listener (Istg they're the most emotionally well in the Lookism Verse despite them having their own issues).

Jay would spoil the hell out of you like buying your favorite things and comfort stuff so just you would feel better. He'll also cuddle with you and he'll place his head on your shoulder while hugging you from behind when you're emotionally not feeling well.

His comfort will make your mind at ease. If you're feeling self conscious about your body you can see him frowning when you don't want to look yourself on the mirror. He views you as beautiful/handsome. Like why the hell are you insecure about?

But if it's because you're feeling too fat/too skinny, he'll also help you out on your diet. He'll help you on your exercise, balance out your food intake and he'll make sure you'll sleep well. He wants to see your progress as a physically and mentally healthy individual and he won't hesitate to help you out especially when you need it.

Jay will be in a state of shock when you started having an anxiety attack. You're both in panic but Jay will try his best to ease you and help you get back on your normal state. He'll also get a glass of water if you need it and he'll also help you get back your normal breathing. He'll also ask for his assistant's help.

He's willing to listen to your problems because he knows that bottling them deep inside can make your mental state worst. So please don't be shy to open up to him because he'll shower you with lots of genuine affection. He may not be the best in verbal expression, but he'll make up with physical affection like kissing your cheek and stroking your hair while you try to sleep. He'll also leave short letter of encouragement so you'll be back in your goofball and happy energy again :).

He'll also spoil you a lot with fancy gifts like expensive clothing and dinner dates. Though he'll feel used and pissed off if you're just using him for money. He knows you're troubling with your finance he wants to be there for you a lot. But he can't help but to be upset when you're just cash grabbing him.

And if you're troubling with your social life, don't worry Jay can relate to. He's willing to listen to your rambles with your reasons why you can't seem to have the confidence to talk to anybody he's willing to be your friend (and as the relationship progresses he might even catch feelings for you and he'll be happy if you don't mind being a couple). Jay would always be available to be on your side and he'll be listening to you a lot.

The ending really intrigues me because it makes me wonder is he living in denial and talking to an imaginary version of his gf.

Or is it a Yuta style he loved her so much she turned into curse type deal?

Or am I wrong on both accounts idk but even tho angst isn’t really my thing I like this fic

Itadori x reader

~I miss you more than anything~

Heavy angst, WARNING: self harm, bad habits, underage drinking, alcohol, lots of tears and crying, many flashbacks, Sukuna interfering, Sukuna being a bit soft, neglected themes.

Song(s) that match:

Francis Forever by Mitski

My Love Mine All Mine by Mitski

Dark red by Steve Lacy

Notion by The Rare Occasions

Gilded Lily by Cults

"What if... The world wants me dead?"

"Then I'm fighting the world."You were his everything. Someone who saw pass the fear of him being a vessel to the King of Curses. Not like Megumi and Nobara, you wanted him in a different way. After being afraid and wanting to give everyone a proper death, you came in uninvited and helped him keep everyone alive.

But not you

"You left me, Y/N..." Itadori sulks 8 days after your death and drowns himself in a fountain of his tears. The half drunken alcohol bottle sits in front of him, showing himself how weak he has gotten to drink at 16. The room is dark, only a phone light and the red glow if a clock shining 3:21 A.M.

"Y'know, Yuji..." Your voice rings in his memories. The sun is dimming, ready to set. Under the scene is you and him sitting on the bench in comforting silence you broke with your pretty voice. "I always knew no matter what, you never stopped smiling." Your soft eyes focus on Itadori's. "Smiling?" He smiles harder, his eyes shimmering. "Look who I got next to me!" He playfully tackles you down to the bench. You giggle underneath him. Then the smile he adores sinks to a serious face. He paused his body over you. "Does your cheeks ever hurt from smiling so much?"

The question sounds a little funny to him, but your face tells him to take the seriously. "I... Well-" He sighs. No more lying. "Smiling doesn't only hurt my cheeks..." His eyes look away from your's, which are widen in shock. "Oh... Yuji." You rub love circles on his cheek to get his attention. Your hands are cold.... Cold?

"No..." Itadori snaps out his memory. "That's not how it went!" He slams his hand down on his desk and is quick to chug a few more gulps of the alcohol. "Her... Her hands were warm!" Useless tears storm out his eyes.

All he can picture is your beaten body beneath him in that same scene, a deep gash in your side, blood rivering out like a waterfall. "Oh... Yuji." Your voice turns on again at the same scene. The memory is wrong... "Sometimes it hurts to be happy."

He can see it clearly.

He is fucked. He is drunk. So drunk that his memories are fuzzy.

"You lied to me!" He starts to ball his eyes out like a child having a temper tantrum. It hurted to be happy, yes, it did. But being sad, depressed? Broken? He wanted to take his own life as if the scratches on his skin didn't prove that. He wants to see you again. Through his snot and blurry vision, he grabs another bottle, smashed the top off, and starts to swallow down the drink. "Please... I miss you more than anything..." His tears run into his mouth, the salt flavor mixing with the alcohol. The uncomfortable feeling of the make under his eye opening and the tear of his cheek for a mouth. Sukuna groans. "Stop drinking, brat. This taste disgusting."

"Great." The last person he wants to see or even hear. He ignores and sniffles up his tears, continuing to guzzle the alcohol. Sukuna snarls knowing he can't do anything to take over his body since Itadori basically mastered keeping him in. "Fine. Get a fucking hangover. I hope it makes you throw up blood." He curses him. Itadori finally parts the bottle from his lips. With a satisfied 'ah', he sets the drink down and goes back to staring at nothing. "I... Don't need the world to know I've been all I could be..." He throws his head back in his chair and sees his dark ceiling. "I think of her so much I think I'm going insane... I hate that she left me." He subconsciously starts to vent to Sukuna. He stops spitting his emotions and cries again. His unhealthy amount of tears stain his face and choked him up in his nose... His eyes and nose are puffy and red, his lips quivering and bitten from him biting back words so often. What would you think if you seen him now? That momentary beam of light you loved in him so much... Now crying like a bitch about you, more broken than a porcelain doll that has been played with by a three year old. Sukuna pauses a for a few. He listens to the young man's cries and his choking to gulping down something he should have never even thought about, to his cuts he gave himself on his arms, the scratches on his chest he done, his messy hair as he has neglected himself like his peers have. "Itad- punk ass..." Sukuna corrects himself from saying his name. "Be a damn man! If Y/N saw this, do you think she would have been attracted?! She liked that hyper mess you always are so suck his cry baby shit up... And... Toss that bottle. Now." He speaks harsh and coldly towards Itadori. Yet there is a warm feeling in his voice. A warm echo after it... "Y/N..." Itadori leans up and sniffles. "Y/N." He repeats and enjoys the feeling of your name rolling of his tongue. Itadori puts the bottle aside and slumps to his bed. All the way he walks--to him feels like a mile-- he sees the scene of your lifeless body.

"Stop crying. I like the color red. I always liked it in me." You put your hand on his cheek and let his tears fall on it. "N-no! That's not funny... Please, stop being a joker! N-not now..!" He squeezes your hand, which soon looses feeling like your legs. "Aw... I hate that I made you cry." Your smile fades. "It's nice seeing you letting your emotions out. Finally not smiling to please people?" Your eyes start to break and the shine goes away. "Y-Y/N..." Your hand goes cold and your eyes weaken. "I love you, Yuji Itadori. I'll see you soon. Years later. And not earlier." That... Was your last words. A warning to him that you don't want to see him in heaven no earlier than his natural death.

Finally to his bed, he weakly plops down on the soft mattress and imagines it as your body, his head safely secured in your cleavage of your breasts with your hand brushing his matted hair. "Sleepy, baby?" You speak softly. "Y-yeah..." His eyes grow heavy. His breath steadies and a smile creeps in his face. "I love you..." he mutters like second nature. You chuckle and rub down his back. "I know. I love you too."

His hands move to feel yours on his head, only to realize you're not really even there. His smile leave. You won't ever be back. Tears come back again and stain his sheets wet. He simply lays there and silently crys.

Sukuna watches the sad scene. He has to admit, it is extremely pitiful to see how broken he has become over you. How bad he needs you here with him. "We should've died old. I was stupidly focused on giving others proper deaths with her... I didn't give her one." His fist tear the sheets and his knuckles white. "I... Ugh, fuck!" Itadori gives up and lets his mind relax and tries to sleep. Sukuna scoffs and his eye and mouth disappears. "Sleep, you idiot."

With that, he is off to dream of you and wake up like shit. He'll never see you again, and the realization hasn't fully hit him yet. How long will he continue to bitch and moan? How long... Until you come back?

The morning hits like a bullet train. As soon as Itadori rises, his face wet and sticky, his head pounds and makes him dizzy. He folds forwards with a loud groan. His head burns and gives him severe pain. He yelps as he makes it to the bathroom to pee...

"Holy hell..." His eyes are so dry. The bathroom light almost makes him fall from its brightness. He unzips his pants and finally goes to the restroom... while washing his hands and going to grab his toothbrush, he looks at his shit reflection. "Tch... Fucking monstrous." He ignores and goes to wet the toothbrush.

"I think monsters like you are look cute."

He quickly snaps his head. He heard your voice and he's not drunk right now. "Y/N?!" He starts to panic, his emotions stirring wild. No, of course your not here. He watched the people burn you... But he smiles anyways. He turns back to the mirror and looks at himself with the smile. "You don't like monsters.... You just like me." Maybe... He can move on. Just not with another girl because you're always here.✨Ze end✨

…I’ll be his mistress but the North knows I’m its Queen

Hi!! I was wondering if you could write about Robb’s childhood best friend/lover finding out about his betrothal between him and one of the Frey girls? Love your writing!!

i won’t lie… this one hurt my heart a bit (i’m grieving) but we persevere — i’m glad u enjoy my writing & thank you sm for the ask </3 (i am a shell of the man i once was)

robb stark x fem!reader (angst, doomed by the plot i fear)

war is unforgiving. war is harsh, it is mean, and it doesn’t change direction for anyone’s feelings. terrible things happen, terrible choices have to be made, and there’s nothing you can do about it. this is a hard lesson that you’ve had to learn, ever since lord eddard stark (or as you knew him, ned) was beheaded, and the north declared war.

it all seemed to happen so fast. one thing after another, like the stone of tragedy was rolling down the hill and there was nothing anyone could do to stop it. fate has been cruel, and especially cruel to your lover, robb.

and here sits another obstacle for him to maneuver. lord walder frey.

you needed to cross at the twins. there was no other option, and it was crucial that you win the freys to your side. it was so important, that catelyn stark herself went to treat with them. she was confident that her past with lord frey would ensure her safety, and hopefully make her negotiation that much easier. you bit down on your bottom lip watching her leave, in a poor attempt to soothe your nerves.

you didn’t like this. you liked things you could control, things you could fix. this was completely out of your hands, and you found yourself praying to the gods on behalf of lord walder frey. things really have gone downhill. you spared a glance to robb, to find him already looking at you. he gives you a small nod, which you return, and you move to start heading back to the camp.

you can’t really say why this is the thing that made you so anxious, but you need to keep it together. robb needs dependability, so you did the one thing you were good at. staying busy. there was never a shortage of things to do or problems to fix, and you happened to be especially good at keeping the camp running smoothly. you had no doubt robb would find you once catelyn returned, providing you with an answer — or, with something that needed a solution.

“We’ve been granted crossing.”

you turn around, seeing robb walk in the tent you’re in. he’s got a mixed expression of relief, and the usual cloak of exhaustion & grief that doesn’t seem to leave his face much these days. there’s something else wavering underneath all of it, but you leave that discussion for later.

you exhale, nodding, and you send a silent thanks to the gods. you turn, moving to continue your organization of the maps. most were unorganized, half of them outdated, and they all could use a rewrite.

“Not without a price, I’m sure.”

your words weigh much more heavily than you intended, meant as a jest to the ever prickly walder frey. you’re messing with the scrolls, waiting for a reply. but you don’t get one. robb has hesitated.

that makes you stop your ministrations. you and robb could always talk to each other about everything. you were each others outlet, and conversation always flowed easily — even if there was grievous news, he never hesitated. you turn around, looking at him, and finally, you recognize the micro expression you saw when he first came in.

guilt.

a soft call of his name brings him out of his head, and squeezes his heart at the same time. how can he do this? can he even bring himself to look at you? he’s on autopilot, hand moving by itself to close the flaps of the tent behind him. he turns back to face you, and the expression you wear almost makes his knees buckle. how can he? how can he do this?

“Don’t scare me. I hate when you scare me.”

he knows. he remembers how he used to jumpscare you as children, until you told him (with tears in your eyes) not to — and he found himself wanting to heed your every wish. the next time theon scared you, it was robb you sought out. he pranked theon to make you feel better (oh, how you laughed). why does it have to be him? why him to do it?

“Lord Walder Frey has granted us crossing through the twins,” he exhales. “but not without price.”

all of your attention is on him, and for the first time, robb doesn’t relish in it.

“I must take Olyvar Frey as a squire, a knighthood is expected in due course.”

you watch him intently, waiting to listen to whatever’s made him hesitant to talk to you. doesn’t he know you’re steadfast, in it for the long run?

“Arya, when recovered, will marry one of Lord Walders sons.”

“She’ll like that.” the mere mention of arya is enough to make you smile. he finds himself returning it. you look so pretty when you smile. how can he make you do anything but? how?

“And…” he trails off. he’s gripping his gloves so hard his knuckles turn white. how can he? can he even?

“And must take one of Lord Walders daughters to wife.”

the tranquility melts off your face. your smile is nowhere to be found. he has. he did.

he can see the gears in your head turning. your expression morphs into sadness, grief. he watches you try and steady your breathing. can he reach out for you? is that his place anymore?

you’re nodding, as if you expected this as a possibility, but the tears welling up in your eyes betray you.

“We… we can cross, that’s…” you swallow down your cries. “that’s good.”

you’re picking at your hands now. you do that when you try and hold yourself together. it’s not working.

robb isn’t fairing much better. if you took your attention off of choking back your sobs, you’d see his expression is helpless. painful. he understands your pain, he feels it tenfold. when did his eyes get so wet?

“I need…” you pause as if you don’t even know. “I need you to go.”

he whispers your name. he wants you in his space. he wants you closer, and you want him away. he begins to take steps towards you without even realizing it.

“Robb, please,”

“Don’t make me…”

“I need you to leave. Please.”

all the times you’ve pulled him towards you echo in his mind. now you’re pushing him away. he’s approaching you. you have a hand on your stomach, trying to steady yourself. you sense his presence, putting a hand out to the side he’s standing on. he’s slightly behind you, trying with everything he has to respect your wishes. his heart wins. his giant, aching heart.

he puts a hand on the one you have outstretched in a poor attempt to keep him away.

“Robb-” you begin, tensing up. you tense at his touch. his.

“Don’t.”

he’s never been a good listener.

he reaches for you. at first you pull away, cries of his name spill from your mouth as your voice breaks. he doesn’t stop. you melt into him.

selfishly, you find comfort in his arms. you grip him like he could disappear. he’s not disappearing. he’s leaving.

you are touching another woman’s husband.

they will share a bed.

he is not yours.

they will share a soul.

his heart is, but his body never will be. and isn’t it all the same, at the end of the day?

okay okay okay

Writing idea

We all know that Bots live MUCH longer than humans, and we all know watching the Burnses die over the years would hit the Rescue Bots hard. They love there little pals, after all.

But do you know what would hurt more?

Watching them forget everything.

So, my idea: an angst fic of Chief Burns with dementia. He's forgetting everything. It hurts everybody because they all know he'll forget them too.

But it really hurts the Bots. Human lifespans are already so short, and watching the human they know slip away from them while still being there hurts. They knew they'd lose Chief eventually, but not this soon, not like this... They already have so little time together, and it feels like it's being cut short when the first human they met forgets their names, their faces, who they are...

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ᴳᵉⁿʳᵉ: ᴬⁿᵍˢᵗ, ᴬᵘ

ᵂᵃʳⁿⁱⁿᵍˢ: ᴹᵉⁿᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵒᶠ ᵐᵘʳᵈᵉʳ, ᵇˡᵒᵒᵈ, ˢˡⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵛⁱᵒˡᵉⁿᶜᵉ? ᴹᵘʳᵈᵉʳ ᴴʸᵘᵏᵃ, ᴷⁱᵈⁿᵃᵖᵖⁱⁿᵍ? ˢᵉⁿˢⁱᵗⁱᵛᵉ ᵗᵒᵖⁱᶜˢ, ᵇᵉᵗʳᵃʸᵃˡ, ˢʷᵉᵃʳⁱⁿᵍ, ˡᵉᵗ ᵐᵉ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ⁱᶠ ᴵ ᵐⁱˢˢᵉᵈ ᵃⁿʸᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ

ˢʸⁿᵒᵖˢⁱˢ: ʸ/ⁿ, ᵃ ᵗᵒᵖ ᶜᵒᵖ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᴾᵒˡⁱᶜᵉ ˢᵗᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ʷʰᵒ ʷᵒʳᵏˢ ᶜˡᵒˢᵉˡʸ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʰᵉʳ ᵇᵒˢˢ, ᶜʰᵒⁱ ˢᵒᵒᵇⁱⁿ, ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵉʳ ᶜˡᵒˢᵉˢᵗ ᵃˡˡⁱᵉ, ᶜʰᵒⁱ ʸᵉᵒⁿʲᵘⁿ. ᴶᵘˢᵗ ᵃˢ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ʷᵃˢ ᵍᵒⁱⁿᵍ ᵖᵉʳᶠᵉᶜᵗˡʸ, ˢʰᵉ ʳᵉᶜᵉⁱᵛᵉˢ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᵉʷˢ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉᵗᵘʳⁿ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃⁿᵒⁿʸᵐᵒᵘˢ ᶜʳⁱᵐⁱⁿᵃˡ... ʷʰᵒ'ˢ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᵃᵐᵒⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵒᵖ ᵒᶠ ʰᵉʳ. ᵖʳⁱᵒʳⁱᵗʸ ˡⁱˢᵗ, ʸᵉᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒⁿᵉ ˢʰᵉ'ˢ ᵐᵒˢᵗ ᶠᵉᵃʳᶠᵘˡ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵘᵖᵒⁿ.

ᴬ/ⁿ: ᴴⁱ, ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵖᵒᵖᵖⁱⁿᵍ ⁱⁿ ᵗᵒ ˢᵃʸ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵂᵒᵒʸᵒᵘⁿᵍˢ (ᴬᵗᵉᵉᶻ) ⁱˢ qᵘⁱᵗᵉ ᵃⁿ ⁱᵐᵖᵒʳᵗᵃⁿᵗ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᶠⁱᶜ :') ʰᵉʰᵉ

Barging into the station early in the morning, you immediately stormed over to Yeonjun’s office and slammed open the door. Notebook ready in hand , finger separating the pages and placed inside the one you wanted to show him.

“Yeonjun!”

“Good morning to you too Y/n.”

Rolling your eyes, you opened up your notebook and we're about to slam it onto his desk, you had been rehearsing how this was gonna go since you woke up and we're brushing your teeth, finishing off the finishing touches as you drove to the station.

You were ready to say everything that you had taken the time to script, writing it down in a long lost document that laid in your brain and was just waiting to be reused, you ended up apologizing for having the wonderful invention of a notebook in your arms and no longer needing the free one that was almost like an application.

Taking in your huge breath and getting prepared to completely destroy your vocal chords-

“Choi Yeonjun? L/n Y/n? Oh good that I found you both- our boss Choi Soobin wants to see you two.”

And… of course. Someone had to interrupt your main character moment, just as you were preparing to get the top police rank and receive a promotion to- what a bummer.

Yeonjun laughed as he looked back at you and shrugged, “oh well, guess you gotta tell me later.” He responded, getting up from his chair as he made his way to the door and held it open for you. You sighed in disappointment and thanked him, carrying your shoulders low at the missed opportunity.

You both went to the main office, where you found some other cops on shift also gathered and discussing. You glanced at Yeonjun in confusion, but it was clear he was just as confused as you were since these types of situations were uncommon in your station.

Finally, Soobin came over and spoke, “I know that this was a very uncalled for situation, however recently we have discussed with the head chief for a few weeks on end and have come to a very sudden conclusion.”

Hearing the mumbles of the few cops who were present, they waited for Soobin to complete his sentence yet gathered up in their small little friend groups in order to discuss their theories on what was happening.

You yourself leaned a bit closer to Yeonjun, “You think someone used the bathroom too hard causing the bathrooms to go under forbidden restrictions again?” You whispered, making Yeonjun snort as he recalled the time that actually happened, he quickly cleared his throat and went back to serious mode upon the presence of Soobin who had been glancing around at the police who were there.

“We have come to the conclusion that we would accept a new cop in the station who studied overseas and graduated from a top law school.”

Mumbles were heard among the entire room, almost like the sound of people talking in a stadium after an abrupt silence stops a play, and people around the room start questioning whether the play is over, suddenly everyone went silent upon Soobin placing his finger over his lip.

“Because we have trained him for quite some time, and his grades as well as his resume proved he has enough talent to start as a high rank cop in our station. He will be joining our top tier cops for the time being, Y/n, Yeonjun, he'll be under you both for now, can I trust you with that?”

The room has never been more quiet, the process time between you and Yeonjun, all the eyes were fixed on the two of you, who stayed firmly looking at Soobin. Both of you made eye contact and thought for a moment, however you both knew that neither of you had a good feeling about this.

Yeonjun finally looked back and nodded his head, almost completely removing the worried expression that he had been looking at you with previously.

“Yes, that's fine boss.” Yeonjun responded, you sucked up the feeling and responded back, “We'll take good care of him.”

Soobin smiled and nodded at you both, looking back at the rest of the officers in the room. “Alright then, please introduce yourself.”

Suddenly, another person came out. A guy, maybe around 20 years old, he was tall, almost reaching the height of Soobin, yet not quite there yet. He looked a little frail so you were a bit skeptical on how he could become a cop, especially such a high rank one when he looked so young.

“He looks a bit weak..? Or regular don't you think..?” You whispered over to Yeonjun to which he laughed, making you find yourself looking at him wondering what was so funny.

“You look really weak too, I'd probably trust him more than you to be real here.”

You snapped at him “Shut the hell up, I'm not that weak looking!”

He chuckled, looking upon hearing the man start speaking.

“Hello, I'm Kai Kamal Huening, but I prefer to just be called Huening Kai, if possible Hyuka.” He smiled, voice soft and innocent, a little bit lighter than you had expected.

Some part of you felt weird whenever the youngman introduced himself. However, you weren't exactly sure what you might have felt in that short instant, but whatever it was sent chills down your spine. What you discovered last night and was on the verge of telling Yeonjun should be forgotten, as it was best to keep it to yourself.

You walked down the hallways of the station with Yeonjun, you both had left the conference room and went to the cafeteria to get yourselves a small coffee and snack, so much investigating made you hungry.

“I don't know… I don't really like the new guy.” you muttered, suddenly starting to ramble on why. “I mean like, he probably just lied about studying abroad and in the best law school, like come’on, I also got deja vu hearing his voice. 20ish years old and already accomplished that much? Became a high rank officer? Yeah no.”

Sighing, he responded, “You're probably just jealous because you started out as a lower rank and it took you an eternity to get to where you are now.”

“Oh shut up, you're no one to talk. It took you longer than it took me.” You snapped, making him hiss at you, immediately separating the coffee from his face.

“Well, I still hold the title of the first cop to be considered ‘high rank’ in this station.'' he snapped back, making you both start bickering about whatever came first to your mind. One moment it'd be about your ranks and the next you'd both be throwing punches at each other for that stepped on potato chip that you both remembered you failed to save about a year ago.

Opening the door to the conference room you both had been in, the two of you entered and began walking back angrily to your spots for your tini mini argument that you both happened to have in the hallway.

“You both are back, I've been waiting.” A voice said from the back of the room, sounding like it was getting closer and approaching the discussion table. Making eye contact, you both glanced at the voice which happened to be the face you saw in your nightmares that hadn't even happened yet.

Yeonjun stole the words out of your mouth and unfortunately spoke before you, “If it's not rude, may I ask what you're doing here?” He questioned, looking at Huening Kai, he was annoyed, not specifically at Huening but more at you. (in which you shared the same exact emotions as him)

Hyuka placed a friendly smile, the type that would easily melt someone's heart if done at the right time, and even when it wasn't it was still worth crushing over. It somewhat made you feel some type of way when he smiled so kindly like that, it was also the moment when you realized just how hot this new guy was, he looked like a full on idol, visuals so captivating they left you speechless.

“I don't have a specific reason to be here. But I thought we should get to know each other before anything since we'll be close allies from now on.”

You thought he sounded like a child, he for surely hadn't been speaking like that beforehand.

“Sorry bud, but when you're a high rank officer there's better things to do then get to know each other. We'll just let time do that for us.” You responded, making him look at you once more. Not thinking much about it, you went back to your notebook, purposefully skipping over the page from last night. Yeonjun had been doing some computer work, but you truthfully didn't know what he was doing.

But upon noticing something was wrong, when you realized that he was still looking at you… you turned your head to face him, looking him in the eye for an instant, so little but enough for his expression to completely change.

Because you were sure of it, for a split second after turning your face, you looked into his eyes and saw absolutely zero emotion, no remorse, no light and no sensitivity… pure coldness. Yet the next second, his eyes softened as a smile rounded across his face giving you a slight nod.

Suspiciously turning back with your heart racing, you went back to your notebook before hearing the alarm go off, once more, for the second time that same week, second day in a row. Now this was rare.

Yeonjun got up from his chair, running to the door and slamming it open, you followed behind, stopping to signal Huening to follow you, in which he did. All three of you ran out of the station, seeing the cop cars beginning to line up as they prepared them for you all.

You noticed Wooyoung at the scene, speaking with another worker, but something about Wooyoung was different today. He looked so- tired. So drained of energy, and most outstanding of all, anxious.

Wooyoung nodded at you after he noticed you staring and gave you a small sassy motion of ‘What?” Before making his way to a car, opening up the driver seat and getting inside, closing the door behind him. If you were being serious you were honestly glad that Wooyoung would be accompanying you on this investigation because the previous day had been a complete mess without him. The only time you'd ever say that things were better with Wooyoung around.

You got into the passenger seat of the car with Yeonjun, noticing that Huening had gotten into the backseat of the car, you both made eye contact for a moment before shrugging it off upon seeing Wooyoung start driving to wherever this destination was, making you both follow shortly after.

Pulling into different driveways, you finally arrived a normal looking house with then lights on, you stared in confusion as you checked your phone, looking up the address on your maps and seeing this exact same location.

“I'm confused- if this is just a normal house then why would the alarms go off?” You asked, looking outside your window at the property. You heard Yeonjun shuffling around beside you, preferably getting himself prepared for anything that might've been about to happen.

“Yeah well, if the alarms went off then something went down inside that house.” he said, opening his car door and exiting the vehicle. You turned around and shared a nod with Huening Kai, both of you exiting the car right after Yeonjun and making your way to Wooyoung's car, who had been currently standing next to the door, preparing everything necessary.

“Yeonjun, I need you to go with __ for today. Y/n, you'll be with Huening Kai.” Wooyoung said, putting his notepad under his belt, you stared in shock and looked back at Yeonjun who shared your same reaction, Wooyoung looked at you both and shrugged, “It is what it is.”

“Wait- we don't even know what's going on… can you at least tell us?” You asked, looking back at Huening Kai who had been preparing himself. You should've been kinder with the guy, his first case was gonne be a serious one.

Woo sighed, looking back at you and hesitantly speaking, “Someone dangerous might be in there. The owners escaped but we don't know if the intruder might still be in there.”

You frowned slightly, this was a case of possible ‘secret rooms,’ and you had never been good at finding those. You looked back at Huening Kai who had already been looking down at you.

“Are you good at puzzles? Or finding hidden objects? Spotting the difference games?” You asked, seeing his expression change as he thought about it for a moment, looking back at you ready to answer. “I think I can handle- I'm pretty good at spotting the difference games.”

You sighed in relief and led him to the entrance, which had surprisingly been left open, you started off by turning off the lights, it was better to travel at way as the intruder could've potentially been anywhere, and you had no idea how psychotic he could've possibly been.

Your gaze shifted back to Huening, who had been looking around the hallway you both were walking through, arguably looking for any clues. “Keep your volume low. Don't talk loudly and don't be afraid to walk at normal pace. It's easier to hide your presence if you just walk normally.”

Huening looked back at you and nodded, going back to his check his own investigation, checking everything he possibly could. Walls for any noticable indents or misplacements, shelf's with anything that could indicate a secret passageway, basement stairways, attic latters.

“You’know, you seem off.” You muttered, which one caught his attention and you took note of it. “How so?” He mumbled back, looking back at the walls but with his normal friendly tone completely gone. You knew that his tone always softened around you and Yeonjun, but now that calm voice was gone.

“I can't tell- but you just feel different. It feels like you know what's gonna happen, you seem unfased at our cases like this when you should be the most nervous. It almost seems like you knew this was coming…”

His gaze shifted back to you, having seen it from a mirror which was visible straight ahead, you smirked slightly. His eyes become a glare, that same eyes that he had been attempting to hide prior to the alarms going off.

“You didn't get jump scared at the alarms and I happened to notice you looking down at your wrist quite a lot just a couple of minutes before the alarms sounded, your wrist happens to hold a watch. Almost as if you knew it was about to sound, like if you programmed it yourself.”

He looked into the mirror, seeing you frozen in your tracks and looking back at him, turning yourself around shortly after to make eye contact with him, full body turned to face him.

“So tell me the truth, you're already busted.” Your grip tughtening around in your grip, ready to pull the trigger as your fingers wrapped around the lever that became a do or die situation, hiw head fell down low as he lifted his arms, with a smile on his face as he chuckled on about the situation. You jumped back in surprise and felt your trauma come back to you…

The entire reason you got deja vu upon hearing him for the first time. This was the same man you had seen just a day ago. The same laugh and speech. The thing that triggered your fight or flight mode against him… was all from of his voice.

“Oh that's funny-” he chuckled, catching his breath from the laugh, you glanced around as your felt your arm loosen up against your gun, as they began to sweat.

“If you truly knew what I was up to- you'd know that I was waiting for you to turn around.”

The realization of the trap hit you, but only whenever it was already too late. You felt a blunt amount of force bang against your head, enough to knock you out completely, you slumped back a few steps before falling over completely.

Beomgyu caught you just before you could fall, putting you down lightly as he looked at Kai. “That's what you wanted right…? To knock her out?”

Kai nodded and bended down to look at you, checking your air circulation and bending down to listen to your heart. “Looks like she wasn't smart enough to dodge our game. It's her fault.”

Beomgyu’s expression changed a bit, looking at your unresponsive body, “She's still alive right?”

“Yeah, your hit wasn't fatal, best of all she'll remember everything when she wakes up.”

“I don't think it's good to remember some stranger hitting you in the back of the head with a baseball bat.” Beomgyu added, making Huening roll his eyes.

“You know what I mean.”

Huening ordered Beomgyu to pick you up and escort you out, which Beongyu listened. Bringing you out of the building, Huening following shortly after.

“How could you fall for such an obvious trap being such a clever girl? If anyone needs extra training it's you.”

𝚈𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙶𝙱𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙳

𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢. 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚊, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗... 𝙾𝚛 𝚜𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝.

𝚃𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 14,781𝚔

𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜: 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚍

𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙾𝚗𝚎

𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚃𝚠𝚘

𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎

𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙵𝚘𝚞𝚛

𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙵𝚒𝚟𝚎

ʏօʊռɢɮʟօօɖ քȶ. 5

ᴾᵃⁱʳⁱⁿᵍˢ: ᶜʳⁱᵐⁱⁿᵃˡ! ᴴᵉᵘⁿⁱⁿᵍ ᴷᵃⁱ ˣ ᶜᵒᵖ! ᶠᵉᵐ! ᴿᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

ᵂᵒʳᵈ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ: ².⁹ᵏ

ᴳᵉⁿʳᵉ: ᴬⁿᵍˢᵗ, ᴬᵘ

ᵂᵃʳⁿⁱⁿᵍˢ: ᴹᵉⁿᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵒᶠ ᵐᵘʳᵈᵉʳ, ᵇˡᵒᵒᵈ, ˢˡⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵛⁱᵒˡᵉⁿᶜᵉ? ᴹᵘʳᵈᵉʳ ᴴʸᵘᵏᵃ, ᴷⁱᵈⁿᵃᵖᵖⁱⁿᵍ? ˢᵉⁿˢⁱᵗⁱᵛᵉ ᵗᵒᵖⁱᶜˢ, ᵇᵉᵗʳᵃʸᵃˡ, ˢʷᵉᵃʳⁱⁿᵍ, ˡᵉᵗ ᵐᵉ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ⁱᶠ ᴵ ᵐⁱˢˢᵉᵈ ᵃⁿʸᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ

ˢʸⁿᵒᵖˢⁱˢ: ʸ/ⁿ, ᵃ ᵗᵒᵖ ᶜᵒᵖ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᴾᵒˡⁱᶜᵉ ˢᵗᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ʷʰᵒ ʷᵒʳᵏˢ ᶜˡᵒˢᵉˡʸ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʰᵉʳ ᵇᵒˢˢ, ᶜʰᵒⁱ ˢᵒᵒᵇⁱⁿ, ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵉʳ ᶜˡᵒˢᵉˢᵗ ᵃˡˡⁱᵉ, ᶜʰᵒⁱ ʸᵉᵒⁿʲᵘⁿ. ᴶᵘˢᵗ ᵃˢ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ʷᵃˢ ᵍᵒⁱⁿᵍ ᵖᵉʳᶠᵉᶜᵗˡʸ, ˢʰᵉ ʳᵉᶜᵉⁱᵛᵉˢ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᵉʷˢ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉᵗᵘʳⁿ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃⁿᵒⁿʸᵐᵒᵘˢ ᶜʳⁱᵐⁱⁿᵃˡ... ʷʰᵒ'ˢ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᵃᵐᵒⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵒᵖ ᵒᶠ ʰᵉʳ. ᵖʳⁱᵒʳⁱᵗʸ ˡⁱˢᵗ, ʸᵉᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒⁿᵉ ˢʰᵉ'ˢ ᵐᵒˢᵗ ᶠᵉᵃʳᶠᵘˡ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵘᵖᵒⁿ.

ᴬ/ⁿ: ᵀʰⁱˢ ⁱˢ ᵒᶠᶠⁱᶜⁱᵃˡˡʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠⁱⁿᵃˡ ᵖᵃʳᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰⁱˢ ˢᵉʳⁱᵉˢ, ᴵ ᵐⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵖᵒˢᵗ ᵃⁿ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵉᵛᵉⁿᵗˢ ᶠⁱᶜ ˡᵃᵗᵉʳ, ᵇᵘᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ⁿᵒʷ ᴵ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵉⁿʲᵒʸᵉᵈ ᵗʰⁱˢ ˢᵉʳⁱᵉˢ

Held at gun point, finger pressed roughly against the trigger. Huening pointed the gun right at the head of a man, who was tied to the chair.

“That's enough joking around don't you think? Hurry, I don't have your time.” Huening muttered, in a low pitch voice, short and monotone, yet haunting and threatening.

“I'm not asking for much- I'll pay you! I promise but just let me go!” The other voice said, making Huening Kai press the gun closer to him, earning a small sound from the man. However Huening felt no remorse, neither did he plan to back down. Not now when he had someone like him so close.

“I don't need that stupid money. You committed your crimes and now you must pay for them, understood?”

The man nodded once again, pressing his hands together tightly and squeezing his eyes shut, fearing for his life.

“I'll pay you everything I owe! You just didn't allow me to gather all of the required money-”

Before he could finish, Taehyun and Beomgyu intruded into the scene, both standing at the doorway upon noticing what had been going down. Beomgyu laughed awkwardly as Taehyun let out a friendly smile to the man who was being held hostage, both turning to face Hyuka, the first outstanding feature being the glare on his face.

“What did I saw about walking into these situations-?”

“I apologize, but there's a serious manner we need to discuss prior to this-” Taehyun stated, making Huening roll his eyes in annoyance.

“Forget it- let's just discuss it here.”

A 3rd voice which didn't belong to Beomgyu approached from behind, making them all turn around in shock. Wooyoung had been coming towards the door and witnessed the scene himself.

Huening chuckled lightly, looking back at the victim and pressing his hand up to his neck.

“Listen, I don't want to take this further, let's end this here.”

Wooyoung shook his head, “I deserve to know. Why kill people?” He firmly stated, feeling his adrenaline rush upon neglecting Huening Kai. Not many people had done so, and those who had didn't end well.

Huening Kai nodded in approval after a brief moment of processing the neglection.

“Murder, gambling, abuse, and identity theft.”

Wooyoung tilted his head in confusion. About to speak, before he was interrupted by Huening Kai once again. Making him shut his mouth a listen to every word, investigate and overanalyze everything that came out from his mouth.

“Those are all things this man is guilty of, not only that but also the abandoning of his own child. Does that sound okay to you? Like someone who deserves to live? This man hasn't killed anyone in over 7 years, but if anyone believes that he's willing to change they're dead wrong.”

Taehyun and Beomgyu stayed quiet, looking straight up front and locked on Huening, Wooyoung tilted his head and sighed. He was right all along and he knew it, you probably did as well but refused to believe so.

Beomgyu turned to face Taehyun and nodded, turning back to face Huening Kai before taking in a deep breath.

“We promised her- we promised her that she'd see her father again…”

He only pressed the firearm closer to the man's head, “You promised who?”

“The girl… L/n Y/n”

Hyuka sighed in half disappointment and half disbelief, looking at the man and biting his lip in part confusion on what would be his next approach. “How could you make a promise that wasn't destined to be fulfilled!?”

“Listen, I know he's a bad person but- if there's anyone who deserves closure on this situation it's her, she's waited for a long time and I think it's about time we let her speak to her father again… in person! Alive and face to face!”

Huening knew he was right, but he didn't want accept it. You speaking to your father would only complicate the situation furthermore, you'd be in a state of denial if you heard what your father did. Becoming a police to find him only to realize that he was also on the other side… destined for hell.

“Is my daughter here..?” the man asked, voice rough and croaky. Huening sighed and lifted himself from his chair, walking back to the door to pick up a bottle of water, shoving it into Taehyun's arms as he walked out the door.

“Give him some water and feed him something. When he's done bring Y/n in so she can speak with Mr. L/n and watch them closely, make sure the truth slips out of his mouth.”

Taehyun's jaw dropped in shock to Kai’s statement. To say he was in disbelief was an understatement because right now he was in disbelief. Something in Huening opened and made him feel pity for your situation and well being, he finally did the right thing and would allow you to speak with your father once more.

“You got it.” Taehyun responded, bringing the man the water and allowing him to drink it, ordering Beomgyu to go pick up the food in order to feed him a healthy meal.

You heard a knock in the other side of the room, looking at the piece of wood to see the door knob slowly turning and the door creaking open. Taehyun, stood in the door step holding and glass of water, presumably for you.

“I have some news for you- but you're going to need to drink this first.”

Blinking your eyes, you stayed frozen and stared at him. “What if the news are something like ‘you’re gonna die in 2 hours’ and when they investigate they'll say it's from poisoning..?” you teased.

He grinned, “Funny, if we wanted to do something to you we would've done so a long time ago.” he responded, you shrugged and took the water from his grip, running a few safety checks before taking a sip and thanking him.

“Anyways what?”

“We're going to let you see your father, I'll take you to him after you finish your glass of water.”

You paused, looking back down at the water which you ruled out as safe, immediately looking back at the young man in pure fear, eyes shaking. “Okay- wait- is this actually poisoned?” You asked, seeing him roll his eyes.

“I'm being serious!” You added, not noticing much of a change in his expression, in a matter a fact he looked even more frustrated. “No, it's not poisoned, now chill out and just drink your water, if not the deals off.”

Hurrying, you drank up you water noticing him take a seat, it was a bit difficult since you were still a bit full from lunch earlier, “I'm a bit confused… why am I suddenly allowed to see him after all this time?”

“Cause it's a promise. Hyuka doesn't break promises.”

“But your boss wasn't-”

“But Beomgyu made you that promise. It doesn't matter who made it, if it's a promise then it's a promise that needs to be kept.”

You stayed silent, remembering Wooyoung's words about this guy who everyone called “Huening Kai.” Maybe he really wasn't as bad as everyone made him seem. Maybe he truthfully did have a reason for killing?

You really hated how you could never figure out the puzzle to all of these guys. Were they the villains or the heroes? Which side were they on? What reason did they have for killing? You didn't have enough time to think about these things because sooner or later, you arrived at the front doors of a dimly lit hall. The room on the other side appeared to have decent lighting.

“Is he in here..?” You found yourself asking, to which Taehyun nodded, moving his arm to the door and staying behind you, turning the door knob and sliding the door open.

There you saw a man, around his 60’s, tied up to a chair with a table sitting next to him. Automatically spotting the knife which sat on the side, noticing it being a safe distance away from the man. Beomgyu was also in the room.

He lifted his head, you almost couldn't recognize him. He had changed so much, he looked so worn out, tired, every negative word you could think of. But this was him- it was truly your father who had gone missing 12 years ago.

You walked up to the chair and looked at you dad in the face, Taehyun moved closer to Beomgyu, both watched from the sidelines.

“Dad, what happened? Why are you here? Why did you leave? What's wrong? Why do you look like this!?”

He shook his head lightly, he did that when he tried to reassure you everything was okay.

“I made a mistake… many years ago. And I don't think I can recover from it.”

“No, dad! You did nothing wrong, what happened?”

You could see a couple of tears forming in his eyes, “My little girl has grown up so much, I heard you became a cop. Good job, your mom would've been so proud of you.”

“Dad, stop talking like that, tell me! What's wrong!?” You responded, feeling your own tears streaming down your face, staring at this man who had once been the human version of the sun, it hurt so much to see him in this state. Your cheeks burned and your ears turned bright red.

“Please don't panic Y/n. But I fear that me and you are no longer fighting for the same rights.”

You froze in place, all time stopped. He couldn't mean what you thought, could he? What was his intention? He was mistaken wasn't he? What was on his mind? What were these rights he mentioned?

“Dad! What are you saying!?”

“Please don't call me ‘father’ anymore, someone like you shouldn't carry this shame of being related to someone like me.”

“Stop talking like this.”

“Y/n, please live well-”

“Stop talking like this!”

“I don't want you to suffer anymore. Just know that I had always been in the wrong, I have committed a crime in which I can not be forgiven for.”

“Dad! That's not true!”

“Y/n, I have murdered someone before… not just one person but multiple, more than once, I have taken the life of innocence.”

You stood in shook, taking multiple steps back. You felt played… spending so long looking for this one man, only for him to have been with the other team, that team that found joy in the suffering of others, and all you could do was wonder… ‘Why? Why me?’

The amount of years you spent in dedication to this one human being, only to realize that he was also your enemy. You felt betrayed, and all you could do was scream. Scream and yell in anger and frustration. You felt were betrayed and more than once. What a pity life.

Taehyun and Beomgyu took you away from the man. What a coward to keep his head down and not even look you in the eye, not even once throughout the time you had been being escorted out.

You passed Huening Kai on your way out, he had been making his way in, and only then did you realize the truth. Only then did you remember the knife, only then did you realize what that man's last memories would've been.

You fell onto the floor in the hallway, crying, sobbing, and throwing your hands in the air. Denial was overtaking all feelings as you saw Beomgyu and Taehyun looking at each other then back at you, that same expression of pity on their faces.

“Don't look at me like that-” you managed to stutter out, making them both apologize, bowing in respect and taking you to the room.

“I can't believe it… how the heck did I never know.”

Taehyun sighed and looked at Beomgyu.

“He's the ghost doctor killer.” Beomgyu hesitantly responded, “You know of him, but since he's an anonymous killer you had no idea.”

You only cried louder, “So many years for this to happen. What did I ever do to deserve this?”

Beomgyu patted your back, trying to comfort you, “You didn't do anything.”

You cried, and the two of them were there all along until you asked them to leave. But you realized, they listened to you, they heard you and comforted you. You may have realized something that you hadn’t beforehand. Or maybe you just refused to,

But they weren't bad people, they never were. They had always been friendly and kind to you, you always tricked yourself into believing otherwise.

“That was the end of that, memories from that night are distinct, I truthfully don't remember much after I fell asleep, all my memory is foggy, and faint-”

Yeonjun lifted an eyebrow, starting directly at you with his tongue clicking with the roof of his mouth, he looked down at the papers and went through a couple.

“You just remember your father's confession before he had been killed by Huening Kai?”

You nodded slightly, seeing his expression change. You stared awkwardly, picking up a few papers as he crossed out a few cases, the old school ones.

“Seriously, we were looking into the wrong people at the worst times. What type of cops are we?” Yeonjun joked, trying to lighten up the mood.

You chuckled and nodded, noticing him get up and make his way to the door. “I'm gonna go make us a coffee, I'll get you that donut that you really like, I'll meet you in the conference room.”

You immediately picked yourself up from the chair and nodded, “Won't you need help though? I can accompany you!”

“No I'm good, go meet the others, I'll be there soon.” He smiled, making you loosen up a little, nodding and walking across the hall, deep in thought and reiterating all the trauma that had been on your mind lately.

“Hey! Why the long face?”

You turned around and smiled softly, you had wanted to see him for a while now, it was nice to have more people on missions other than just you and Yeonjun.

“Damn it Hyuka, you always make me smile at the worst times.”

“It's written on this list of rules to being your boyfriend” he responded, extending an imaginary paper of apparent rules that he was supposed to follow, which just made you laugh harder than you wanted to.

He smiled and walked close to you, you examined him up and down, smirking. “I never noticed how hot you look in that police uniform-”

He looked down at the outfit and stroke a pose, “I know right~” he responded sassily, caressing his hair just to get another laugh from you, which of course worked.

“I’m grateful that you joined us and we got everything sorted out. It had been a while with just me and Yeonjun so having more people feels nice.”

Huening nodded as you approached the door to the conference room, he opened the door for you and you thanked him, entering and taking a seat.

“You guys are too lovey dovey and you just started dating!”

“For real- get a room…”

“Come’on y'all, be a bit more supportive!” You yelled back, making Beomgyu laugh hysterically, causing Taehyun to hit him jokingly, Huening sat down in between them making them both be quiet, “Calm down- we're not at home.”

They nodded and continued laughing.

“So what's the discussion today Ms. L/n Y/n??” Taehyun spoke, earning a chuckle from you. You got out a folder and started talking, Yeonjun coming in shortly after with Wooyoung, bringing in the coffees and two donuts.

“Hey! What about us!?” Beomgyu whined, making Yeonjun smirk as he sat next to you. “Only me and Y/n are worthy of these donuts.”

Everyone burst out laughing, Soobin then entered the room, quieting everyone down as all of you took the chance to relax.

“I called you all here but I'll be going shortly, firstly I wanted to discuss what our next case will be. Fortunately, this will be a relatively simple one compared to others we've taken on. Of course, Beomgyu, Taehyun, and Huening, this will be your first case as full on officers in our station, but because you all are experienced I won't worry too much about you guys. You three just do things your way and remember to stay with the others.”

And so you discussed, a group of people who were robbing good's from other's property and also places that do relatively well considering the amount of money earned. You heard and knew this would be a laid back case, making you and Yeonjun smirk at each other knowingly.

“Well looks like our new guys will need a little bit of our help-” Yeonjun spoke, in a teasing manner, making Wooyoung snort from the back of the room, you turned around to face Soobin, and smirked, a smirk he recognized all too well.

“Chief, we might as well make these guys carry around little toy guns, make sure they don't accidentally kill someone-”

“Hey! Let's not go there-” Taehyun responded, Beomgyu turned away, making his facial expression and actions all too exaggerated as he played to be in disbelief. Huening Kai simply chuckled remembering the good old times.

Shaking his head, everything became a background noise as you entered a deep state of thought.

You finally understood, these guys weren't evil, they weren't looking for war. They were simply trying to help you and your team. You guys invested too much time into the wrong people and you had learned to accept that this trio was always one step ahead of you. Maybe this was for the best, helping each other would mean a better and safer economy.

Because even though there was two seperate methods… at least there had always been one goal.

Just finished reading ‘Take It Back Now Y’all’ by TimTheToaster and god am I emotionally fucked up rn

Why?

Man at Sea

thanks @lets-all-have-an-orgy for asking me to write this

Also on my archive at this link

SEASON 14 SPOILER WARNING

The doors to the bunker burst open. Sam looked up to find Castiel. His face was nothing but intense worry and his chest was heaving as a human’s might after running a marathon. He staggered to the railing and gripped it, his knuckles white.

“Where is he?” Cas asked, panic in his deep voice. Sam gulped down his own guilt at not having told the angel before…

“You alright, Cas?”

“I can hear him. Where is he?” Cas stumbled down the stairs and braced himself against the walls of the bunker as he made his way to Dean’s room. He didn’t have the patience for doors. He raised a hand and blasted the door off of its hinges.

“Cas!” Sam yelled but Cas was hearing something else. The angel was on his knees, his hands on his head as he sobbed.

“Dean!” Cas was visibly shaking. Sam had never seen him like this. If he was honest, he was scared seeing Cas like this. “I can’t feel him, Sam!”

“What do you mean?”

“I can always feel him,” Cas choked, his hands on his chest as if to illustrate that their hearts were tethered. “I can’t feel him! Where is he?!”

“He’s gone,” Sam said, his voice cracking on the last word. Cas closed his eyes. His movements stopped. His entire body was still like Sam had snapped him out of it. This was more worrying. Cas slowly stood and turned to face Sam, his face lined with grief and fear.

“I can hear him,” Cas said in a voice that could cut diamonds. “Tell me where he is.”

Cas! The sound of Dean Winchester’s voice rang out in Castiel’s head. I’m so sorry, Cas.

His heart was gripped with terror. The words were strained and sounded as if they were coming through gritted teeth.

“What do you mean you can hear him?” Sam gulped.

Cas. Cas. Cas.

“I’m here,” Castiel said aloud despite knowing Dean couldn’t hear him. Sam’s eyebrows knitted as he watched the angel. Cas closed his eyes and exhaled slowly.

It’s just me. It’s just me. It’s just me.

“Something is blocking me from being able to locate him,” Cas said, starting to shake again.

“There were sigils on the box but I didn’t think-”

“Box?” Castiel’s eyes snapped open, his eyes very focused. Sam took a step away from Cas, obviously afraid. “Dean’s in a box?”

“Dean’s in a box,” Sam nodded.

“Sam Winchester, tell me where Dean is or I will hurt you.” The words were cold and said quickly. He wasn’t bluffing. His heart was in his eyes. Sam swallowed.

“He’s in a box at the bottom of the Atlantic,” Sam answered in a rush when Cas took a threatening step toward him. He blinked and the angel was gone.

Why am I still fighting? I could let him take over and he’d be trapped. I just want to say goodbye to you. I didn’t think I could handle saying goodbye to you. I regret it.

“Don’t say goodbye,” Cas said, staring out over the ocean.

He’s going to kill me.

“I can fix this,” Cas answered. He knew Dean couldn’t hear him but a man could hope.

Okay. I’m going to say goodbye.

“Don’t!” Cas yelled. A mother with her two children on the beach gave Cas a worried look and ushered her children further away from him. He ignored it, his heart scanning the ocean for it’s second half.

Cas…

“Don’t you dare, Dean Winchester,” Cas said, frantically searching for a box in the ocean. Found it.

Under the water, Cas gripped the box.

I’m an idiot. I fell in love with an angel.

“What?” Cas wanted to scream but he was too busy trying to scrape off the wardings. They were etched into the metal expertly. He cursed his hunter.

I let everything keep me away from you. I let myself lie to you. I let myself lie to me. I love you, Castiel.

“Dean,” the word formed on his lips but nothing came out but bubbles. He pounded on the coffin with his fists.

That pounding better not be you, Cas. You can’t save me. Not this time. This time, I’m saving you.

“I’m here,” Cas tried to answer. His fingers pried helplessly at the edges of the coffin. He kicked and punched and begged. Nothing happened.

Just live knowing you had me. You had me when you burst in that barn. You were so beautiful that night. You were nothing that I was expecting and everything that I needed.

“Stop saying goodbye! Dean!”

Suddenly, Cas was no longer in the ocean or under water. He was in a circle painted on the floor of the bunker’s dungeon. Sam stood in front of him with the summoning bowl. The floor was covered in the water from the sea.

“Dammit, Sam!” Cas sobbed.

Sam stared at Cas. The angel was broken. His fingers were broken and bleeding. He was covered in water, his dark hair dripping and plastered to his face. He was obviously crying, his entire body wracked with sobs.

“Why am I here?” Cas asked from the floor. His eyes seemed bluer as he stared up at Sam.

“I can’t trust you. Not right now.” Sam shook his head sadly and locked Cas into the dungeon. The angel threw himself at the locked door, startling Sam.

“I love him!” Cas screamed, his hands prying at the door. Sam turned and looked at the door. “I can hear him, Sam!”

“He told me about a book,” Sam said through the door. “I didn’t read it but I put it in there for you.”

“Sam!” Cas screamed as Sam retreated.

Cas! Dean’s voice gasped, as if emerging from the water.

“Dean!” Cas shouted. Sam could hear him. It had been a year and this was the first time in six months that this had happened. Every time it did, Sam had to drag Cas back to the dungeon, the energy to try to rescue Dean suddenly renewed.

Cas! It hurts! Help me!

“No!” Cas screamed as Sam and Jack dragged him through the bunker. His eyes lit bright blue and Jack countered, shoving his father into the wall, his own eyes bright yellow. Sam watched them struggle, powerless.

“He needs me!” Cas sobbed, falling to the floor. Sam dragged him the rest of the way to the dungeon. “He’s in pain!”

Cas… It sounded like Dean was weeping. The sound was new. Before it was all anger or defeat. He was finally crying. Cas slammed Sam into the wall and before Jack could catch up to stop him, he was back at the beach.

“Dean!”

Remember…? Remember how you said you would be there forever? To watch me kill the world?

Cas was tired. He whispered, “Yes.”

I saved you from that. We’ll live forever side by side, unable to touch or talk. Forever.

Cas knelt down and placed the flowers on Sam’s grave. Jack put a hand on Cas’ shoulder.

“You can hear him, can’t you?” Jack asked gently. Over the years, it had continued and eventually Cas had learned to stop going to the beach. Cas didn’t answer, listening to Dean’s monologue instead. He looked toward the ocean even though it was over a thousand miles away.

“I’ll drive,” Jack said, taking the keys to the Impala from Cas.

“It’s been sixty years since I’ve been to see him,” Cas said, his voice grating. Jack winced at the anguish he could hear. “I need to see him,” Cas said softly.

“You haven’t seen him in seventy,” Jack corrected. “You only ever see his prison.”

“I need him.”

I need you, Cas.

The voice was calling him to the ocean once again, like a siren or a mermaid. Cas came when he was called. He stood on the sand, his hair blowing in the wind as he stared over the blue water.

Castiel, Angel of the Lord.

“Dean Winchester, love of my life.” Cas answered so softly it couldn’t be heard over the wind.

It had been over a century. Every now and then, Dean would wake up suddenly and in pain. He would call out to Cas, his voice rough with pain and fear.

Let me know you’re still here. Dean begged. He was crying again. Cas listened.

“I always come when you call,” Cas promised silently, punching the coffin.

Cas.

“Hello, Dean.”

Amidst so many kinktobers on tumblr, is no one going to propose doing an angstober? Fans of drama and angst matter ✊🏼

Otona Blue

Yandere Kang Yeosang x fem reader

a/n: this is by far the longest and most thought out fic i've ever written and i'm so proud of it <3 i put so much care and effort into it, so i hope you enjoy!

tags: @seojonneh & @thatswhywerefever

You've got your eyes on the new senior in your music class, and the feeling is unfortunately mutual.

✫彡wordcount: 8k

♡´･ᴗ･`♡ (ಡ‸ಡ)genre:

yandere, college au, angst

ಠ_ಠwarnings/contents:

long read, takes place over a few months, semi-slow burn, yandere behavior, age gap (19-23/college freshman-college senior), bullying, violence(not described towards reader), cursing, nicknames, threats of death(again, not towards reader), online stalking(kinda?), kissing, one(1) horn-ee line that implies they did the deed, emotional vulnerability, yandere&dark themes really shine towards the end, probably part one because i have so many ideas for these two

ヾ(´〇`)ﾉ♪♪♪ song recs:

OTONABLUE by ATARASHII GAKKO!! "i want you to connect to my heart"

Can We Lie Here? by Holy Fawn "the field grows taller and it will never let you go"

First Love/ Late Spring by Mitski "please don't say you love me"

Ptolemaea by Ethel Cain "i am the face of loves rage."

Darkness, I'll Always Be Your Girl by R. Missing "i'm always going to be your girl"

MATURE UNDER THE CUT MDNI

The fourth period of the day is always your favorite. The teacher is kind and helpful. You get to express yourself through music. No one in the class seems to bother you- in fact (even in a class full of seniors) you seemed to make a few friends. The teacher even let you hide out the first few weeks of school during your free period to avoid the chaos that seemed to follow you.

All in all, the music room is your safe place. A smile graces your lips as you round into the large room, greeting a classmate who's by the door gathering his book from the tall closet cabinet.

"Hey, (Y/n)." He welcomes you, turning into the storage and grabbing the book with your name on its spine.

"Thanks, Soobin." You take it with a small bow to your senior and turn to walk with him to your seats. "Oh," you sigh. Someone is in your chair, their face hidden by the musical sheet stand in front of it. You look to Soobin for help, and he simply shrugs before taking your hand and leading you to the back of the room, to your occupied seat.

"Excuse me," he speaks to the man. His head pokes up from behind the stand and he stares at the two of you with an unreadable expression. "Oh, uhm," Soobin stumbles over his words, gesturing to you.

"This is actually where I usually sit," you stammer, avoiding his cold eyes. When he says nothing, and makes no effort to move, just looking at you - Soobin kicks his shoulder with yours, making you stumble. "Well, the intructor likes us in specific places, so that the music is... y'know? Did he sit you here?" You ask slowly, looking at anything but him.

"Ah," he sighs, looking to the unoccupied seat behind him. "He must of pointed to that seat. Sorry." He speaks shortly, slowly setting his violin in the open case at his feet and sliding it back to his seat.

"Thanks..."

Soobin mumbles an apology to the quiet man as he nearly bumps into him on the way to the seat beside yours. You nod shortly at him and take his place, setting your violin in his' place. You fold your book open to the page scribbled on the blackboard behind the teachers piano.

As you set it down on the music stand, you see a book already in its rightful place. You roll your eyes, meeting eyes with Soobin, who has a teasing smile on his face. He knows you well enough to know that you already want to be done with the music room intruder.

You fold the book closed and come face to face with a name newly printed on the front cover with Sharpie.

강여상

"Uhm," you twirl around in the plastic chair, "Sunbae?" You know he's a senior. Everyone beside you and one other student is.

He looks up from the string he's fixing on his violin and his eyes go to his book in your hands. "Sorry," he chimes, slotting his instrument between his knees and taking the book with both hands. Your hands stay frozen in place as you finally take a moment to look at him. And, God, is he gorgeous. He has a birthmark under one of his eyes, that you can't seem to get over. It makes him look somewhat ethereal.

"Yeosang?" You ask, and he nods, eyes flicking away before coming back to yours. "Resonated sound," you offer a smile, and he's a bit taken a-back.

Your friend next to you is even more so. You're willingly conversing with someone other than him? Since when? Where is his (Y/n) and what did you do with her?

"It makes sense that you're a violin player! It resonates the most, I think."

"Oh, really? I didn't ever think of that," he laughs a little bit- and you swear it's the cutest thing ever. You go to speak again, when the instructor beats you to it by telling the class to turn to the song you'll be working on. You turn back around and offer Yeosang a final, small smile, and get your violin situated.

Thursday morning, the class is in a slight chaos as you turn the corner and enter. You, too, are buzzing with anxiety and anticipation. Yesterday, just before the bell, your teacher said that he would be asking a few individuals to try out for a special part in the song for your upcoming performance.

Soobin is already in his seat, bouncing his leg as he reads and re-reads the notes: trying to memorize them. The pretty new guy is one of the only calm ones in the entire room, gently working on one of the parts that he seems to have trouble with.

You take your seat wordlessly and immediately get to work, working the bow over the strings effortlessly. You block out all the other instruments and conversations, letting the music take over your mind. You had spent the better half of last night memorizing the notes and the timing, and the song already comes like a second mature. Music has always been your escape- your friend. You swing the bow away in the final note and let the sound resonate in your ears over the noise around you.

You smile, content with your own performance.

The hair on your arms stands up as an uneasy feeling washes over you. You glance around the room to find the source, and you don't find anything. "Hubae." The voice comes from behind you.

It's Yeosang, with his eyebrows creased in concentration as he looks down at the violin in his lap. You turn half way in your seat, humming in response. "Could you," he hesitates, "could you help me?" It seems like he's a bit ashamed to be asking, avoiding your eyes and mindless fingering out the cords.

"Sure, what do you need help with?" He turns the knob on the back of the stand loose and swivels it around to face you. He has his book marked up with circles and underlines and small singular-worded notes. One part, the one he's been practicing and messing up repeatedly is marked up the most. He points to it.

You slowly sit down your violin in its case and slide your seat beside his, taking up the empty space behind Soobin. "Ah, I had trouble with that too! You aren't the only one," you profess, smiling at him when his eyes flicker toward you for a moment. His face flushes quickly, and you pretend not to notice as you fix the stand to face you.

"So, it's the part where you go from G to A, right?" Yeosang nods, going from cord to cord slowly. "It's cause your fingers aren't warmed up enough." You take his violin gently and hold is loosely by its neck, holding out your other hand. You tap each of your fingers to your thumb quickly, going from your index to your pinky and then back. "Try." He does so, struggling slightly- but slowly getting up to speed with you. He continues the exercise as you sit his instrument in your lap, holding out your cupped hands. His movements halt, and he looks at your opened hands and his beloved instrument placed gently on top of your skirt.

"C'mere." Your reach out your hands and pick his up, slowly rubbing the lowest knuckles, "it's the ones that holds you back the most," you state matter-of-factly. You slowly work his hand for a few moments, before dropping it and handing him his violin. It takes him a few moments to recoup, and he shakes the thoughts from his head as he grabs it.

He places it under his chin and gives a final glance your way before he begins playing. When he reaches the line from hell, he passes by without any trouble, his limber fingers sliding into place fluidly, pressing down the right strings in the right place like he's done it a million times before.

"Beautiful!" He smiles at the compliment, lowering the violin to thank you before the teacher so rudely interrupts you again.

"Who's first?" He asks the class excitedly, locking the portable pianos wheels before leaning back on it. Everyone is silent, and you try to slowly maneuver your way back into your place. "Miss (Y/n)!" He points at your crouched figure, and you pop up from behind Soobins back with tight lips.

"No, thank you, Mr-"

"Come on down!"

You take a deep breath, gathering up your bow and violin and holding back a frown as you sit behind the piano with him. "Ready when you are." The rest of the class resumes their own practicing- save for Yeosang and Soobin: who watch you.

You lift your bow in time with him as he presses down the accompanying keys. You go through the entire verse, not missing a beat or a cord as you play your part. The ending note echoes out in unison with the piano, and you smile at the teacher as he takes down some notes before dismissing you to practice the next verse.

You walk toward Soobin with a new found confidence in life, pumping your fist and whisper-yelling about how you nailed it.

If only you looked back, you would see Yeosang looking at you with something dark swirling in his wide eyes.

Opposite to music and musical theory, lunch was the most dreaded part of your day. Soobin had his at a different time, and your friend Hiyyih was always late on Friday's because of her debate club.

You were left alone for the first 20 minutes of the hour long period, and it was the worst part of every Friday since the school year began.

How or why you grabbed the attention of such a foul senior was beyond you. But it seems like Un Ji has a personal vendetta against you- despite the fact that you had never even looked in her direction until she decided to trip you over during volleyball(why did she even do that? You were on the same team!). Perhaps she had some home problems, or had unpacked trauma, or was simply just that mean. It doesn't matter. What does matter is that she just can't seem to get enough of teasing you.

"There she is!" Her sing-song tone makes the hair on the back of your neck stand at attention. You're always in the same seat waiting for Hiyyih, so why does she bother acting surprised? "God, look at her. All lonely!" The condescending way she laughs alone is enough to make you want to curl up on yourself.

"Mind if we sit?" She and her goonies don't wait for you to respond, and you don't bother to anyhow. You just look down at your lunch with a forming frown. "Ah, don't frown! You'll get ugly..." You look up with your brows furrowed in confusion, and she has a serious expression on her face. A smirk slowly forms as she scans your face. "Oh," she draws out, "too late."

Some of the girls she's with begin laughing, and their giggles echo around your hot ears.

"Hey," Yeosang sits next to you with a smile directed towards you, completely ignoring the existence of Ji.

Your eyes flash to her, and back to him, and back down at your sandwich before you mutter out a hello. "Who's your friend?" She asks you, leaning her elbow on the table and holding her head as she gives him dreamy eyes.

"Oh," he dramatizes, hand to his heart. "I'm Yeosang." He says to her shortly, before turning back to you, "why aren't you eating?" The past two weeks, you and Yeosang have been slowly growing closer. Maybe he's decided it's finally time to join you outside of class.

"Psh, she doesn't need to. Look at her." Ji's desire to woo him is overwhelmed by her desire to tear you down. "So chubby, (Y/n), do you want to work with us during gym?"

Yeosang doesn't let the way your eyes widen with fear slide. His top lip rises as he looks at her in disgust. She seems like she's been knocked over with a feather, staring back at him as her face heats up. "What? I'm only looking out for my friend!" She swipes her hair over her shoulder and moves on from her brief moment of feeling scandalized. "Right?" She looks to her friend, who says something that doesn't quite reach either of you.

He's keeping his eyes on you again, watching as wetness builds up in your eyes. At the grating sound of her voice, he comes up with an idea. He sighs and stands up, "seems I've lost my appetite." You look up from beneath your eyelashes and watch as he takes the long way to a bin, passing behind Ji.

As he does, he makes an effort to cross his foot in front of the other, making himself stumble. "Oh my goodness!" He yells as she screams, the glass of water he had on his tray soaking into her back, loose pieces of food getting stuck in her hair. "Oh, I'm so clumsy." He deadpans as she stands to face him. "My bad." He looks over her shoulder to see you, quickly covering you smile with a hand over your mouth.

"You are so dead!" He slides away from her grasp and back around the table, grabbing your wrist and pulling you along- giving you just enough time to grab your bag before you escape the cafeteria: leaving a screaming Ji in your wake.

"Oh my god, Yeosang!" You begin to laugh as you run. His grip on you wrist slips down to your hand, and you don't protest as he holds it tightly, looking back as he continues to lead you away. His own laughter starts to sound out, dying down soon as you both slow.

He lays down on a cement bench, and you take a seat at the very end of it by his feet. Both of you breath heavily between broken chuckles. He props his head up on his hand and looks down at you.

"She had that coming, huh?"

"Oh, yeah!"

He leans back and gazes up at the clear sky, squinting at the brightness before he fully closes his eyes. "Hate people like that."

A silence envelopes the both of you, save for the blowing wind that cools down your flush face. He listens to your breaths, matching his own to them.

"Thank you, Sunbaemin...I could have handled it, you know, on my own- but I really appreciate it." You rant quickly, placing your hand on his lower leg in a show of gratitude.

He nearly twitches away at the feeling, eyes opening and finding you once again. "No problem." He sits up, "I have to admit... I've seen her bothering you before. I saw what she did to your book last week."

"Oh... yeah. That was one of my favorites."

I know. "I'm sorry I didn't step in earlier."

"It's okay, really. You don't have to stand up for someone you barely know." You offer him a sad smile, and he returns it with a wide one.

"I'll stand up for you." He says. He promises. "I'll protect you from her from now on."

"Really?" You ask abashedly, quickly correcting yourself to, "I mean- I'd really appreciate it, but, you know you don't have to do that for me!"

He tilts his head, seeming as if he's searching your mind. "Of course I do. You deserve better than to be treated like that."

Tears are building up in your eyes, and he quickly adjusts himself to sit with a leg on either side of the bench, scooting closer to you. "(Y/n)..." He draws out. "Please don't cry."

"I'm sorry."

"Why? Why are you sorry, it's okay, ba-It's okay. Come here," he wraps his arms around your shoulders, bringing you closer as you begin to cry silently. "It's okay," he hushes you, sending a death glare in the direction of a student who's giving you both a strange look.

"I'm sorry, Yeosang." Over your own ragged breathing, you don't hear his breath catch in his throat. He tightens his grip on you and rubs his hands up and down your arm comfortingly.

"Don't be sorry. Shh, I'm here now, don't worry, okay?"

His skin is lit ablaze when you wrap your hand around his wrist in search of comfort. "Thank you," you whisper, "no one stands up for me."

"I will."

"And then?!" Hiyyih urges you to continue, hugging her big rabbit plushie tightly as you tell the story of what happened with Yeosang earlier that day. You lean your head over the edge of the bed from your seat on the floor and smile.

"He just kinda... held me? It was really nice, actually. I mean- at first it was a little weird cause, like, obviously: but it was nice!"

"Oh my God," your best friend exclaims, flattening herself on the bed to be closer to your face. "That's so sweet of him! I need to meet this guy and give him the stamp of Hiyyih approval."

"Oh, it's not like that... He's just my senior, seniors take care of juniors they like right? He's just friendly." You back away in confusion when she places the back of her hand on your cheek.

"You're blushing!" She yells, flopping off the bed to join you on the floor as you begin screaming that it's just warm in her room, and she's screaming right back that you have a crush.

"Bahiyyih!" Her brothers voice rings out, making you both stop, making an 'oh shit' face as you hear his heavy footsteps come down the hall. The door opens to reveal her big brother, Kai, with his hand perched on his hip. You feel like he might scold you for being so loud, but he scrambles into the room and shuts the door behind him. He plops down opposite of the both of you and leans forward, "spill."

"It's nothing! He's just a nice guy from my music class." "She's totally whipped for this dude!" You and Hiyyih speak over one another, slapping each others hands down as you both try to emphasize your own point. "Good lord," Kai mumbles, rolling his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. "Start from the beginning."

You and Hiyyih continue interrupting each other every so often as you explain about Yeosang. And when she cuts you off for the third time, Kai reaches over and smacks her upside the head- causing a yelling match between the siblings.

You look down at your hands, thinking back to the way his skin felt under your finger tips. You don't even notice when the Huenings have stopped, now both looking at you. "Ooo, she's doing that thing again," she whisper yells, slapping his arm, "do you think she's thinking about him?"

"I can hear you, dickhead."

"My bad."

A round a laughs goes around, and she leans into your lap, looking up at you. "What were you thinking about, really? Him, right?" You nod a little bit, looking over to her vanity with an idea brewing in your head.

"You really think he likes me? I mean-"

"Of course!" "I think so, yeah."

"Hey, Hiyyih," you break the moment of silence. "Remember when we were in middle school and I had a crush on that one boy?" She looks up, searching her memory before she giggles a bit.

"You trying to say you want another makeover?" You nod with a smile, looking over to the mirror again.

"We're older now! I've been wearing the same lipstick since junior year of high school, I think I should upgrade, right?"

"Totally not to impress Yeosang, right?" Kai smirks, already scooting towards the makeup boxes Hiyyih keeps under her bed. "I can teach you how to do eyeliner, I'm better at it!"

"Hey!" She yells, offended he would make fun of her skills. He only sticks out his tongue and goes back to searching the shoe box full of eye and lip liners.

"You know you don't have to do this to impress him, right? He already likes you. I mean- it's totally obvious. And you're so nice, how can he not?"

"I know," you drag on, "but maybe if I looked a little nicer I would have more confidence? I don't know..."

"Whatever you want, chick," she sits up on her knees and gives you and aggressive forehead kiss before falling back and yanking the box away from her brother. "Give me this," she takes the liner from him, "this isn't her color at all, you crazy?"

"Hi," you slide into the seat across from him and whisper quietly.

Yeosang already has his nose in a notebook book, and he puts it down to smile warmly at you. It's Friday, three weeks have passed since he promised to protect you- and he did just that. He found every reason possible to be near, and his presence was welcomed. At this point, you would even consider him 'friend'. You were hanging out after school.

Your crush on him hasn't died down. Not in the slightest. The more time you spend with him, the more you found yourself drawn into him. He liked similar things and was a beautiful violinist and had a certain aura around him.

He could say the same things about you. The closer he got, the more sucked in he was.

"Hey, Petal."

"How's your day been, Yeo?"

He smiles at the nickname, that same glaze washes over his eyes- the one you catch every so often but you're never quite able to place before he blinks it away. He told you weeks ago you don't have to call him by any honorifics. At first you were hesitant, but soon enough you were Yeo and Petal (which he affectionately nicknamed you after he cought you playing the 'he loves me, he loves me not' game).

"Good, and yours?"

"Good!" You drop the whisper. No one is ever in the large library. Not even the librarian. Just you, Yeosang, and some girl named Lucy who reads on the other side of the room.

"Did Lucas bother you today?"

You roll your eyes. Lucas, also a freshman, has been harassing you to go out with him and won't seem to take no for an answer. "No, thank god. He wasn't there today. So... What are you working on?"

He sits and explains his project, then you explain yours. This is how it is on Fridays and Wednesdays. You sit in each others company and do all of your work, reaching out for help when you get stumped.

It's all easy today, so easy in fact: you fall asleep after you've finished your own work. It takes Yeosang no time at all to notice.

He sits up a bit and looks around. Then he stands up. He takes the seat next to you, slowly lowering his head to rest parallel to yours.

A piece of hair has fallen loosely over your face, swaying with each breath you take. Surely... you won't mind if he fixes it, right?

He moves at a turtles pace until he reaches your face and sweeps back the hair with his fingertips grazing your cheek.

As he studies you, he finally gets a chance to see the new makeup style you've been wearing as of late. It makes you look more mature, more confident. He can't tell if likes it quite yet. But, to be honest, he like's everything you do. Maybe he has a preference, but he can't tell. Because,

"always so pretty."

You stir a bit at his deep whisper, subconsciously leaning toward the warmth of his hand. He flattens his fingers and rests his palm against you. His heart seems to beat out loud: he's shocked it hasn't woken you. When you mumble something, he scoots his face a smidge closer. It sounds like nonsense, but your voice still soothes something that runs wild inside him.

His hand wanders down to the ends of your hair and he twirls his finger around them, letting go gently.

He himself nearly falls asleep, a peace he's never known washing over him with your shallow breaths in his ear.

He's teetering on the edge of unconsciousness when a loud noise disrupts the peace you've created for him. He places his hand on your shoulder, ready to wake you up at a moments notice as he looks around. As the panic settles, and his heartbeat dies back down, he registers that it was just a door.

"Hey," he lightly shakes your shoulder, "wake up." Your eyes flutter open and blink up at him as he cups your face in his hand. "Have a good nap?" He teasingly asks, stroking you cheekbone with his thumb. You groan in response, and tug your arm up. When you place your hand over his and hold it closer to your face, he almost moans at the feeling.

"Should have brought a jacket," you mumble sleepily. "So cold. Your so warm, Yeo." He looks over to his seat, where his large hoodie is draped over the back.

"Do you," he stutters, "do you want my hoodie?" You peek open one of your eyes and glare at him.

"Don't even play with me, really?" You sit up, and his hand falls back to his side. "It's not too much to ask, is it? What if- what if you get cold?" He reaches over the table top and grabs the fabric, handing it over with a promise that he'll be okay without it.

The warmth envelops you, and you sigh contentedly, wrapping your arms around yourself. "Thank you."

His heart flutters as he takes in the sight of you in his clothes and makes a mental note to make sure to turn the thermostat up even in the colder weather so he can hand over more. "Looks good on you." He tries to be nonchalant, but the blush on his cheeks gives him away rather fast. "Blues your color."

"You think?" You lift up the hood and pull the strings just enough to cover your ears before you tie it in a bow. He says nothing, just smiles fondly as you take up your phone. "Oh, I didn't sleep too long! Did you finish your work?"

He shakes his head, "I have some maths left. I just took a break before i torture myself with it."

"I can do maths!" You stand up and run to the other side, searching through his organized papers until you find the math. "Least I can do for you." He watches as you work diligently, the pencil scratching against the paper fills the comfortable silence. Only a few minutes pass until you slam the pencil down dramatically. "Boom, bam!"

He takes the paper and scans it over as he mumbles a thank you. You return to your seat next to him and begin gathering your materials. "Hey, (Y/n)..."

"Yup!" You face him, smile faltering as you see his solemn expression. "What, what's wrong? Did I mess up the work?"

"I really like spending time with you."

You're left with your jaw dropped for a moment, before you gather the courage to speak. "I...I like spending time with you too. It's easy, with you. Y'know? Just feels right! I'm actually... well, I'm really glad you transferred to Mr. Canessa class." You ramble on, speaking with you hands and not noticing that he's tearing up until one of his tears hit the table. "Oh, Yeosang! I'm sorry!" You scoot your chair closer and wrap your arms around his shoulders, cradling his head.

He sniffles quietly and simply lets you hold him, hushing him and sniffling along with him. "Why are you crying?" He asks through his sobs. "Why are you?" You ask right back.

"Because I want to kiss you so badly."

You pull away slowly and look at his teary eyes through your own. "I want to protect you from Ji, and from everyone. And I want- I want you to warm up my hands before I play. I don't ever want you to call me Sunbaenim again because I wish you saw yourself as my equal because that's what y-" You shut him up by rewrapping your arms around him, crying harder into his shoulder. The sound of your cries triggers his own, and he latches onto you like a kola, bringing you into his lap. "I'm so sorry, (Y/n), I think I'm falling in love with you."

There's a beat of quiet until you speak, "what if I'm falling in love with you, too?"

He cries into your shoulder, grip tightening around your waist. "Please, don't say things like that." He feels you tug at his hair gently and leans his head back to look up at you.

"Not even if I mean it?"

"Do you? Mean it?"

"Yes."

He grins weakly as you begin to wipe up his tears with the paw of the hoodie. "Petal?" He blinks anxiously as you hum in response. "Can I kiss you?"

You answer him with your lips on his, and it takes him a good moment to catch up. He closes his eyes and lets himself melt into you.

He falls into his back, a deep sigh passing his lips. He looks up at the ceiling and just thinks.

Your third date together had just ended: successfully in his opinion. It was barely different from the time you two had spent together before the library, but at the same time it felt all new. With your feelings out in the open you no longer had to hold back. He openly admired you, not bothering to hide his flushed face when you complemented him or avoided eye contact as his eyes shined with that unplaceable glaze.

He doesn't know why... he can't understand. How do you have him wrapped around your little finger so tightly in such a short time?

Is it the way your touch always leaves goosebumps in your wake? The way your hands work so diligently to make awe-inspiring music? Maybe, it's the way you smile when you see him. The smile that's reserved just for him? That could be it...

His phone buzzes with a small ding on his stomach. The ring tone he assigned just to you, a small bird song.

He opens the message in the next second, smiling like an idiot at the words you've typed out.

i had lots of fun ! i'm still laughing at your jokes haha

...

The phone vibrates in his hands.

where should we go next time ?

His thumbs work quickly to respond, going back and forth as he tries to come up with a good response.

You choose next time :) Show me someplace nice, Petal

He closes out the app and opens Instagram, hovering over the search bar for a moment before he finally typed in your user. He moves fluidly to it, having done this a million times before. You haven't posted in a while, but you have a new story. He clicks on your icon- a phone of you and your best friend (Bahiyyih, was it? He'll have to look into her.) making kissy faces.

The photo you've put on your story is on you took while with him. When a small lizard jumped on your table and tried to steal one of his french fries. You snapped a picture of him with his hand over his mouth in shock, staring at the lizard as it tries to drag a french fire that's bigger than it is.

He smiles fondly, snapping a screen shot of the memory. When the page refreshes, he sees that you have a new 'saved story' category. It's named "Yeo★".

The only other one on your page is called "Huening hoes". He's seen all of them a million times, but he still takes his time to click through it. It's pictures of you and Bahiyyih, of just her, and occasionally her brother. They, along with Choi Soobin, seemed to be your closest (if not only) friends.

At first, he was suspicious of the older Huening- but his nerves calmed down when he noticed the difference in your comments to them. On Yeosangs post of him playing the violin, he got a heart emoji. On kai.ning 's post of him and his track team: 'only went to see you fall... disappointed' followed by a sad face and a begging emoji.

His favorite by far was posted the day he stepped up to Ji. You are sitting in between Kai's legs as he does your hair, a bottle of nail polish in one hand and the brush in the other, a big grin on your face as your head is leaned back in laughter.

More often than not, he finds himself thinking what it would be like to have been there. To hear your laughter, to be the cause of it. He loves that laugh. He loves it so much. He'd give anything to have it all to himself. To have you all to himself.

He groans, locking his phone and rolling over with a frown.

He doesn't know why or how you have his heart on a string. You have him bewitched. How? Is it your eyes? Which look at him like he's a most valuable piece of art? Is it your lips? So soft and open for his taking? Maybe, your hands? Such a delicate embrace that leaves him begging for more?

God... he wonders what it would be like to fall asleep in your safe embrace.

He's fully fallen for you, and he's fallen hard. Why? Was it your kind nature? The way you didn't hesitate to help him when he acted like he didn't know how to play that verse? Was it the way you hung onto him when Ji passed by, silently begging him to protect you? Maybe- maybe the way that you held onto his shoulders as you moaned, so tightly that your nails left indentations for two whole days? It had to have been the way you rested your forehead against his with your eyes closed blissfully after your first kiss. The excited look in your eyes as you rambled about your interests?

He loved it all. He wanted it all. And he'd do anything to keep it. To keep you.

Kang Yeosang never knew fear until the day he answered the phone to your broken sobs at exactly 12:47 AM. You cried and cried for him, begging for him to help you. And he did. He took his keys and followed your shared location to the school. He ran all the way to where he knew he would find you.

He slams the double doors to the music room open and pauses for a moment until he sees your cowered figure by the rack of guitars, leaning on the wall with your head in your hands.

He yells out to you, sliding to his knees in-front of you. "Oh, precious thing," he pushes your hands down and takes your face in his own, "what happened to you?" His heart stops beating in his chest.

Your eyes are puffy and red. But that's the least of his concerns. You have dried blood that's dripped down your nostril. A forming bruise on the side of your face.

"Who did this to you?"

The second you explain what happened, he's back on his feet, ready to hunt down that bitch Un Ji.

"Yeo, please!" You hold onto the back of his calve, sticking him in place. "Don't," you plead, "please, don't go." He sits back down on the tile floor with you.

"My Petal," he begins to tear up, "they've crushed you." You can't say anything more, simply crying as you hold his hands tightly, attempting to stop the way your whole body trembles. "She put her fucking hands on you, (Y/n). She bruised you, she made you cry, look at what she did to your violin! She needs to learn her god damn lesson. She isn't better than anyone, and she certainly isn't better than you."

Your blurry vision turns to your prized instrument, now just a mess of broken wood and snapped strings. And the sight only makes you cry more. "Don't worry," he pulls you into his chest and wraps his arms around you, kissing the top of your head. "I'll fix it... I'll fix it all." You hang onto him for dear life, sobbing into him.

"Baby," he hums, swiping away your tears the second you lean away. "I hate to see you cry like this," he holds you gently as he leans his head on yours to imitate what has become a habit of yours. "Breath with me, c'mon. You're okay now." You bite your lip to hold back your cries, eventually evening out your breathing to match his.

"You'll be okay?" He goes to stand again, and is once again stopped when you keep your grip on his hand.

"What will you do?"

"I'll just scare her. Show her to stay away."

And he plans on keeping his word to you, he truly does, but when he sees Ji all alone on the top of the stairs, all his mind can think is how 'this fucking bitch deserves to die for putting her hand on you'.

"Un Ji!"

She stands up and looks down at him with an expression of coldness, mirroring the same one he has. Only, with less rage. "I'll fucking kill you," he grabs her by her neck and pushes her to the cold ground, following her as she tries to back away. "What the fuck, dude?!"

She grabs his wrist and tries to pry it away, but he won't let up: clouded by his anger. "You are such a stuck up little bitch! You think you get to walk all over her? You think you get to touch her and get away with it? Huh? Answer me, cunt!"

"You fucking psycho, get away from me!" She struggles. He throws her down by the grip he has on her neck and lets her head slam onto the hard floor.

She's still dazed, her vision blurry from the bang to her head, when he crouches down to her level. "I should kill you." He smirks as she uncoordinatedly tries to scramble away. "I really should, but... I don't think (Y/n) would come around to that. She will come around to this though."

"Wha-" her question is cut off when he stands quickly and stomps on her hand. "Fuck, what the fuck," she screeches, trying to pull her hand back when he steps down harder and a crunch rings out. She lets her head fall to the ground, soaking it with her tears.

"Was it this hand you struck her with?" He moves to kick the other one out from under her, and steps down lightly. "Or this one?" When she doesn't answer, he crushes her hand anyway. "Best be safe." She yells and yells, but the only other person in the building this late is you; and your too occupied with the remnants of your instrument to hear her.

"Please, stop!" He lifts his foot, and for a moment she things she's got through to him. Then he swings his leg back and brings it forward to her gut with force. She attempts to roll over, but finds no splice as he just kicks her back instead. "Low life," he groans, "fucking piece of trash."

He forces her to lay down on her back with a sneaker placed to her shoulder. "Are you crying?" He coos mockingly, "awww." He bends down, pinching her cheek harshly. "Should have fucking thought about the consequences."

He replaces his foot with his knee, putting all of his weight down on her shoulder until she's slapping his leg, begging him to stop as he crushes it. "When someone asks you what happened, you say Lucas Montgomery did it, got that?"

He plans on taking down two birds with one stone, knowing that the socially inept Lucas wouldn't have anyone to use as an alibi.

"Ye-yeah."

"Hey, Un Ji... who did this to you?"

"Lucas." She coughs. Blood dribbles down her chin.

"Un Ji-ah," he yells into her face, "who did this to you."

"Lucas did! Lucas Montgomery!"

"Good. Make it believable, too." He kicks her down and gives her one last glance full of hatred with a threat, "cause next time, I won't stop until I can hand her your head on a stick."

He leaves her crying on the upstairs floor as he returns to you. He finds you, nearly unmoved from where he left you. Gathering up the broken pieces of your violin and attempting to do the same to your heart.

"Yeo?" You stand up and embrace him the second he crosses into the room, wrapping your arms around his waist and listening to his heavy breathing.

When you back up, you see a splatter of red on the tip of his sneakers. "Are you okay? Is that blood?" He cups your face in his hand and caresses his thumb over the bruise. "Yeosang!" He blinks back into reality. "Is that blood?"

You reach for the closed door behind him, when he grabs your wrist and pushes it back to your side. "You don't need to see that."

"Don't nee- what did you do?" He pushes you further into the room by your shoulder softly. "Yeosang, what did you do to her? You said you were just going to scare her!"

"She's scared," he says nonchalantly. "She won't bother you again." When you ask if he hit her, he almost scoffs a laugh. "I crushed her... I crushed her just like she did to you."

You don't know what's come over him, but you don't like it. This isn't the Yeosang you've been falling in love with. This Yeosang is scaring you.

"I want to go home, now."

He nods, "I'll take you."

"No." You speak all too quickly for his liking. "I don't want... I don't want to be near you right now. How can you... you did exactly what she did to me."

He grabs onto your forearm tightly, pulling you back as you try to leave and pushing you onto the wall next to the whiteboard.

"My beautiful flower," he hums, cool knuckle sliding down your cheek and across your jaw.

"Yeosang." His name is whispered like that of a devil, so quiet that he can barely pick up on the emotions lacing your voice. "We shouldn't... we should stop before we get more involved. I'm- I don't think-"

"No," he grumbles, pushing off the wall and going to pace around the music room. "You don't get it," he yells, kicking one of the sheet stands. You yelp involuntarily, backing into the chalkboard as his cold gaze finds you. "You don't get it," he begins to laugh, raking a hand through his hair.

"Sunbae-"

"Don't fucking call me that!" His conscience is filled with guilt as he hears the word, but it's quickly overwhelmed by the butterflies that fill his gut as he sees you cowering against the wall. "Don't call me that," he repeats in a soft, whining voice. As he approaches, you scoot behind the teachers piano, using it as a barrier between the both of you.

"Why are you scared," he asks. Wether it's genuine or teasing, you can't seem to tell.

"Please, stop. Lets just go our separate ways."

He places his hands on the top of the wooden piano, smirking as he unlocks the wheels with the tip of his sneakers. He pushes it to the side harshly, making the keys clang and echo around the room as it collides with the double doors. "Yeosang, please! You're scaring me!"

"Don't worry," he purrs as he crowds you, taking your hands in his and holding them between you: pressing his body against yours and effectively trapping you.

"Oh, Petal," his voice is truly mocking now, but it goes away as quickly as it came. "We are already involved. Do you have any idea what I would do for you? Huh? Any idea what I'm willing to do? What I did to that bitch is nothing compared to what I'm willing to do..." He places his forehead to yours, breathing in the smell of your sweet conditioner and listening to your ragged breaths. For a single moment, he feels like he's in heaven.

Then, the sirens come into ear shot.

Eyes wide, filled to the brim with tears that you refuse to let fall, you search his cold gaze. "What did you do?"

"I told you that I would protect you, yeah? That's exactly what I did." He leans his face impossibly closer to yours, "I have a feeling she won't be bothering you. Not as long as I'm around."

You turn your head to the side, avoiding his eyes as your tears fall. "Hey!" The grip he has on your chin is rough, probably rough enough to bruise.

"Yeo, please," you sob, subconsciously wrapping both your hands around his free one: which is still perched against your stomach.

"Look at me," he all but begs, shifting his weight around anxiously as you slowly turn your eyes to face him.

"I didn't do anything wrong, you know that right? She may have got hurt, but... after everything she did to you? That cunt had it coming. Okay?"

"Mhm." You bite your lip, nodding tightly in his grasp. "I'm sorry, Yeo."

"I know, baby." He places a chaste kiss to your cheek. He releases his death grip and taps your cheek gently with a smile. "I just want to protect you. You'll let me, won't you?"

The sirens are full force, ringing through the school. The lights flash through the tall window.

"Won't you?" He leans his head down and brushes his lips against you, almost begging.

"Yeah." You mumble into his lips, letting him kiss you deeply.

"Good. Let's get out of here, Petal."

Breath

Yandere Kim Hongjoong x fem reader

a/n: i wrote the last few paragraphs while very sick so i apologize if they're kinda messy

"I feel like I can't breath."

✫彡wordcount: 1.7k

♡´･ᴗ･`♡(ಡ‸ಡ)genre: yandere, angst

ಠ_ಠwarning/contents: THIS IS NOT A HEALTHY RELATIONSHIP. near drowning, physical violence, degradation, love bombing, yandere ideology, not proof read

MATURE UNDER THE CUT MDNI

You knew you shouldn't have done it, but the unlocked door was too tempting. You didn't even get down the hall before he snatched you up and dragged you back home.

You expected him to yell, to throw you around, to do anything. But he simply drug you gently to the bathroom and started filling the tub with cold water. "Hongjoong?" You ask from your place kneeled in-front do the tub, looking to where he sits on the closed toilet.

"Hush, Baby."

"Wha-"

"Hush!"

You turn back around in a hurry and fiddle with your shaking hands in your lap. Left in silence to wonder what he was planning as you watched the water rise slowly, mockingly. You knew you shouldn't have done it. You just wanted to have a few moments of freedom. Now it was all torn away because Hongjoong has inhuman hearing and sleeps lightly.

"I'm really sorry, I jus-"

"Be quiet, Baby. Just be quiet. Stop digging your own grave."

His soft and slow tone makes you all the more uneasy. You can feel the rage radiating off of him. Why isn't he doing anything? Why won't he just yell at you and get it over with?

The tub fills with the icy water just a few inches below the edge and he instructs you to turn the tap off. He sits behind you as you sit back down, trembling in his hold. He runs his hands up and down your hoodie clad arms. "Where did you think you were going?"

"I was going to come back, Hongjoongie! I swear, I just wanted to take a walk or-or go to the park and you never let me anymore! I'm really sorry," you begin crying as he pushes your head forward slowly.

"Do you know how I feel without you? I feel like I can't breath."

"I'm so s-"

    The cold water surrounds you in a second flat. The water fills your mouth as you're dunked without warning, oxygen leaving your lungs fast as you panic. His fingers fist your hair and keep you under even as you fight against him out of instinct.

    You sputter up water as you cough the second he yanks you up. "Joongie," you sob, holding his fist as he tightens his grip.

    "Fucking sucks, doesn't it?" You swallow a deep breath as you feel him begin pushing you again, mentally and physically preparing yourself. You brace yourself on the porcelain edge, gripping tightly.

    Your sopping hair covers your face as he pulls you up again. The edge of your hoodie is soaked and it weighs you down like a brick. "Please, please, Joong! I won-"

   You don't have a change to take a breath this time. You feel him stand behind you, pushing your head even further into the water and holding you completely still.

    When you emerge again, you hear him, "-cking brat." You plead and plead, but it falls on deaf ears. "Don't complain now. You put me through this every time you try and leave. It's only fair, Princess."

   "No!" You scream as you try and stand, pushed back down and stomach pressed into the edge as he cages you under his weight. "Stop, please, I lo-"

   You scream as he forces you down, undoubtedly bruising your stomach as he lets his weight hold your body down. The bubbles raise around his hand as you scream before you force your mouth shut, squeezing your eyes and trying to control your breaths. You can hear his muffled yelling, but none of the words seem to reach you. 

    You don't bother to plead the next time he lets you up for air. "I wish I didn't have to do this," he coos, standing slowly, but keeping his death grip on your locks. "Take your hoodie off, it's getting in the way."

    You move, albeit slowly, to remove the fabric. "I'm sorry, Joong. I wasn't thinking..."

    "I know. My dumb girl," he slaps your cheek lightly and moves away completely to let you pull it over your head. "That's why you can't fucking pull stunts like that. What if someone tried to snatch you up, huh?"

     "I didn't-"

   "Course you didn't, Princess. Take it off, too." He pulls of the strap to your bra, and lets it snap against you when he lets it go abruptly. Instead, you eye the door to freedom once again. "Don't fucking do it."

   You do it. You scramble to your feet before you even know what's happening. You don't have a plan, so you aren't too surprised when he comes up behind you and slams you into the couch. Your sopping hair and his wet sleeve soak the fabric of the couch, but neither of you care as you struggle. "Get off me," you scream. "Stay still," he screams back.

    "Joongie, please! I am so sorry, please don't-" you pause for a moment. What was he even doing to you? Drowning you? He only kept you under the water for twenty seconds at most. "Please, stop!"

     His hand finds its way to your throat and the both of you still completely. He looks almost as shocked as you, but it fades quickly. "Be a good girl, and take your punishment. Then we can go back to bed... doesn't that sound nice? I'll keep you nice and warm and make you some tea... just have to take a few more dunks. Just so you know how it feels when you fucking run. Maybe then you won't be so selfish. Okay, Baby? Don't make this so difficult."

    "Just a few more?"

  "Just a few more, Princess. I promise."

-

    "You- You prom-ised!" You sob loudly, knees aching as you kneel on the slippery titles, hands held behind your back with one of his hands while the other ruthlessly maneuvers your head in and out of the water.

It was far past a just a few more at this point. It was half an hour later and he had made sure to make that feel like an eternity.

     "Got to make sure the lesson sticks, Little One."

   The next time he submerges you, you simply can't take it anymore. You trash around, knocking your collar bones on the tub and slipping around on the wet floor as you scream. Lungs past being on fire. They are charred and burned beyond belief. You can't bring yourself to open your eyes or breath or stay still like he told you to do. You can only scream. Then your arms are free and the water begins whirring in your ears.

    He finally pulled the plug and leans back with you, wet arm draped over your naked chest and holding you close as you blubber on about how sorry you are and how you didn't mean to hurt him like that and how you will never do it again.

He shushes you, peeling away all of the wet hair from your face and rubbing your heated cheeks gently. "It's okay, Princess. It's over... You're gonna be good for Hongjoongie?"

"Yes," you cough, holding his wrist tightly, "I'm going to be good. I'm sorry, Baby. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I was being selfish..." A part of you knows what you're saying isn't right. But you as a whole, you don't have a single care in the world as he holds you close and warms you up. "I'm going to be so good for you, Hongjoongie... I love you."

"I love you." he kisses your cold temple, "my stupid Princess. Let's get warmed up."

He lifts you gently and holds your soaked form close. "Hope you learned a lesson... Don't want to hurt you like that ever again."

"You won't have to, Joong. Promise, I'll be good."

"Hope so." He whispers as he sets you on the tall dresser in your room. You whine as his warmth leaves you exposed to the air conditioning, wrapping your arms around yourself as he leaves the room.

"Joong!"

"Have some patience." He chuckles as he returns with a large towel. "C'mere, Princess. Let's get you dried off."

He has to stand a bit on his tip-toes to reach your head and dry your hair, working quickly as he sees you shivering. "Cold?"

"Yes."

    "Now you know how it feels." He pauses for a long moment, blinking away a few stray tears before you can see them. "Can't fucking breath without you. Don't pull that shit again."

    It makes your heart hurt for him a bit. Did he really feel so cold and tired without you? That must be why he's so clingy... "M'sorry."

  "It's okay. You know better now... right?"

    You nod with a small,sad,smile as he dries off your shoulders. "I... I'm sorry that I put you through that. I didn't... I di-" He shushes you gently as you cry, drying your back as he holds you. He whispers how much he loves you, tells you it's okay, says he never leave you.

He lifts you up and lets you wrap your legs around him as he flops the both of you into bed. He takes sweater off and throws it away, then turns to dry your knees. He props them up and kisses the forming bruises gently. "Hate to be so rough with you." You cry as he presses down with the towel and wipes your leg dry. "I know it hurts, Princess, I'm sorry." He repeats it on the other leg and scrambles to his feet.

He tosses the towel to the side and pulls a large hoodie from the open closet before diving back into bed. His hands feel so warm and comfortable as they lift your limp body and work you into the hoodie. He ties the hood tightly with a small bow and kisses your chin as he pulls up the fluffiest blanket on the pile that is your bed. "Don't cry anymore," he pouts as he thumbs away your water fall of tears. "My Princess... I love you."

You lean into his touch as he cuddles closer, wrapping his leg over your hip and pulling you inhumanly close. You listen to his breathing carefully, just to make sure it's there. "I love you, Hongjoongie."

-

heyy ❤️ can I request an alt ending for Breathe? like where he breaks the reader after that punishment yk smth like blankly staring at a wall bascially like a mindless person and he regrets it after

Breath

Yandere Kim Hongjoong x fem reader

a/n: wow this is sad

✫彡wordcount: 700

♡´･ᴗ･`♡ (ಡ‸ಡ)genre: yandere, heavy angst

ಠ_ಠwarning/contents: THIS IS NOT A HEALTHY RELATIONSHIP. PTSD, mind-break, not proof read

main story: read it here

MATURE UNDER CUT MDNI

He shushes you, peeling away all of the wet hair away from your face and rubbing your heated cheeks gently. "It's okay, Princess. It's over... You're gonna be good for Hongjoongie?"

"Yes," you cough, holding his wrist tightly. You try to forget the feeling of the water leaving your lungs but can't, no matter how hard you cry or how hard you press into his warmth. "Please don't do it again." You don't know if you could stand to be near water for a single second more. You want to be as far away from the bathtub as humanly possible. "I- I'm... cold."

"Come on," he heaves you up and carries you to your shared bedroom, holding your sopping wet head close to his chest. "Let's get you warmed up." He lowers you both to the floor and reaches for a towel on your bedside table.

When he turn back to you, he's sad to see a glaze over your eyes. "It will pass, Baby." He gently dries off your locks, kissing your forehead before wrapping the towel around your head and reaching over you. When his hands graze against the back of your neck, you feel like you're back under the water. You cling your arms around his waist and claw at the back of his shirt.

"Please, I'm sorry!"

"Hey, hey, it's alright." He wraps the blanket that he was grabbing when he accidentally bumped your head around your shoulders and bundling you up tightly. "It's over, Princess. No more, I promise."

He promise meant all but nothing after he had lied and told you you would only have a short punishment. You want to tell him to take his promises and shove them, but you can only cry as he lifts you up and wraps the blanket around your legs as well.

If he wanted to show you what it felt like, he succeeded. You can't breath. Your lung are full of air, and you don't feel a single bit of it. You only feel the ghost of the water around your face and the sensation of it choking you. You can barely feel your own fingertips as they wrap around Hongjoongs hand in an act of pure familiarity. You don't want to see him, hear his taunting voice, feel his hands anywhere near you. But you need him to ground you as your mind runs haywire.

     "Do you want some hot tea, Baby?" You nod slightly, letting go off him and curling up as he gets up.

You flatten your hand over the fluffy dinosaur plush he got you for your second anniversary, back when he was much more normal. You love Hongjoong in any form he comes in, but... you can't help but miss that time. Maybe, somewhere in the multiverse- there's a version of you and him that is truly happy without tearing each other down. You rub your hands over it's soft fur. And you can't feel it.

When Hongjoong returns with a hot cup of your favorite tea, he finds you exactly how he left you. Curled up in the blanket and hand over the belly of the dinosaur, staring blankly while tears build up in your eyes.

    He sets it down to cool and curls up behind you. "I'm sorry I was so rough, My Baby. I was so upset..." When he doesn't hear a single peep from you, he peeks up over your shoulder. "Princess? Please, don't give me the silent treatment." None of his words register in your mind. The way he holds your waist is lost to you. You don't even feel detached, you just don't feel at all. "Hey." He taps on your cheek. "Yah, it's not funny," he turns you over and gently leans over you, heart dropping into his gut when he sees your eyes.

Void of any emotion. Like a shell of the girl he loves.

"Oh, no, Baby. Baby, please. I'm so sorry, please." He crawls on top of you and wraps his arms around your shoulders as he cries, completely lost on what to do to help you. "No, oh no, Baby."

—

Shells

Chapter Two

Kim Hongjoong x fem reader

a/n: read part one here ! thank you for 600 followers what the heck 😭💖

"Our Hongjoongie will take good care of you."

✫彡wordcount: 2.7k

♡´･ᴗ･`♡(✯◡✯)genre: yandere, fantasy, (eventual)smut w/plot

ಠ_ಠwarning/contents(chapter specific): angst, captivity

MATURE UNDER CUT MDNI

   You went to sleep that night in Hongjoongs tight grip, lured to unconscious by his deep breathing, praying you would wake up back on the ship on the way to Australia. Hoping that you'd awake in Yeji or Hyunjins arms. Wishing that the sound of Minhos voice would be the first thing you heard.

Instead, God laughed in your face. Your were still in the sirens lair. You were in his unfamiliar arms. You woke to the sound of his humming.

    You lazily lift your hand from his hold and press it against your ear with a whine, making him chuckle. His hand feels like it touches your bones as he runs it over your neck wound gently. "A sirens song won't affect you anymore, Precious. I made sure..." He bites his lip as he looks at the red marks.

In the shape of his sharpened teeth: puncturing you deeply and marking you as his, finally.

It stirs something inside of him that he's never felt. Pure, unfiltered, joy.

"What do you mean?" Your question barely reaches him.

He ghosts his knuckle over the bruising injury with a smile. "My bite," he hums. "It makes you immune to a sirens powers and makes sure they all know you're mine." He pulls you impossibly closer, like he hasn't had you pressed to his chest all night long.

"One day," he begins dreamily, "you'll mark me." He has to stop himself from going into more detail when he senses your unease. Instead, he keeps those thoughts to himself for your sake and hikes his leg up your side to feel you closer. "My (Y/n)."

He listens closely to your uneven breathing, committing the pattern to memory so he knows when your anxious in the future. And he does know your anxious. He knows he should give you more space to get adjusted, both mental and physical space, but you feel so unbelievably good in his arms. You fit like the missing puzzle piece you are. Slotted in his arms, kept warm in his nest, safe in his den. He can't help it, he's on an ego-trip at how homey he's made it for your arrival. "My (Y/n)," he whispers into your back.

The sun is just beginning to shine through the tarp on the caves roof. It shines on the water and makes it glisten mockingly. You wish it would have swallowed you whole before the sirens even came to the wreckage. You wish it would eat you up and save you from your waking nightmare.

Instead, it was the source of them.

A head that peeks up out of the water and ripples it has you grabbing at Hongjoong in instinct. "Hongjoong," you huff as you wrap your hand around his wrist. His hearts almost drops to his gut when he sees the fear radiating off of you.

His blackened eyes follow yours to the messy mop of blond hair peeking out joined by a set of metallic black eyes. "Sweet Huntress," he sighs as he throws his head back, "San! You fuckin' creeper!" He flips ontop of you and makes you lay flat, covering your nearly exposed body with his own. "You can't show up here unannounced anymore," he complains as the water splashes.

He rubs your back in an attempt to be comforting as he watches his friend stand out of the water. "And put some shorts on, damn."

     "Sorry," San, as you now know him, chuckles. "I just wanted to meet her!"

Hongjoongs weight is slowly lifted off you and quickly replaced by one of many blankets to cover you up. You lay there nearly still and look over your shoulder at him. "It's alright, Precious, he's a friend." He speaks softly as he helps you sit up, wrapping the fabric around your body. He tugs you between his legs and wraps his arms around your shoulders, placing his chin on your head as he leans against the smooth wall. "(Y/n), this is my brother, San. San... this is my mate."

     You're thankful for the thick blanket as it covers your shivering, pulling it closer as the blond man inspects you from just outside of the bed. He sits cross-legged at the border of the sheets and looks your face up and down. He looks past you to Hongjoong and his eyes flick from shining black to red.

"She is, isn't she?" Hongjoong mumbles as he runs his knuckles across your cheek, "my pretty mate."

You're a bit confused as he continues to seemingly communicate with the man behind you silently, eye brows furrowing as he seems to ask a question. "Do you want to talk with San? He says you seem scared of him."

You feel you have no choice but to answer him when he leans down and whispers in your ear, "Don't be rude, Precious."

"H...Hello, San."

"Hello!" He holds out his hand and waits patiently for you to unravel one of your hands from under the blanket. "It's nice to meet you."

His hand is warm and wet. Water drips onto the bed from his arm as he shakes your hand enthusiastically. Hongjoong kicks him away after a long moment of contact.

    "Your mate won't be happy if she smells someone else on you." He comes up with an excuse to push him away from you.

     "Angel isn't that possessive."

     "Yeah, she is."

San pouts, shifting a bit before he smiles, "yeah, she is." He looks back up to you, "Angel is my mate! Maybe you two can meet soon, I bet she'd love to have some more girlfriends."

"Does that sound good, Precious? Once you get settled in she could come over and teach you some things. She was in the same situation as you not too long ago." He admires your features from the side as he toys with your hair.

"Yeah...sounds good."

"Awe," San coos loudly, making you jump. "I remember when My Angel was so shy! Ah, memories..." He sighs dramatically, laughing a bit. "Don't worry," he starts more seriously as he watches him wrap his hands up in your hair. "Our Hongjoongie will take good care of you. Speaking of which... Hongjoong?"

The redhead tilts his head to the side. "We're supposed to go get some things..." San drags on, watching the gears in Hongjoongs head turn. "Oh my- we were going to go to Taedmere. Stupid..."

"Yah! I'm older than you, show some respect."

    "Show some respect," he mocks as he stands up, "meh meh meh. Meh mehh, stupid." He laughs as he runs to the water and jumps straight in.

    He curses under his breath as Sans shorts resurface and lands with a plop. "I forgot about that, I was so cozy with you." He speaks lowly as he nuzzles his head into the back of yours. "You'll be okay for a few hours, right? I have to get some things for you. But I can stay if you'd like."

He can't help but feel a bit hurt when you say so quickly, "I'll be okay."

He hums, slipping out from behind you and coming to be in front of you, trailing his hand up your exposed leg and watching the goosebumps form. "I'll be quick as I can." He promises to your dismay, leaning forward until he's a few inches away from your face, scales burning bright red on his cheeks. "Could I have a goodbye kiss, Precious?"

You swallow thickly and hold his chin to turn his face to the side. You push your lips to his cheek, just below the blushing scales. "Bye, Hongjoong."

"See you soon, My (Y/n)."

—

    He peeks his head up out of the water slowly and silently, scanning the room for you. He smiles when he sees you curled up comfortably on the bed he made. The blanket that he uses the most pulled over your head like a hood, already subconsciously seeking his scent as his mark heals.

    He dives back down quietly and out of the tunnel system. He finds San where he left him and clicks at him, grabbing one side of the large chest.

   They carry it to lay next to his chest as silent as mice and San bids him goodbye. Leaving him as he shakes off his hair.

     He makes sure to dry off and change into a new set of clothes after he remembers the way your rolled away from the wet spot he left behind before. Then he softly pushes you to your back and straddles you gently. "Precious," he hums lowly as he leans over you.

    He can't help himself as his lips come in contact with your cheek. He moans as he feels your skin under his lips. His kisses down your jaw to the mark and licks the wound with his rough tongue, making you whine in your sleep. He looks up trough his lashes and watches your eyebrows furrow as you fight to get your arms free from the blanket. He licks it slowly, closing his eyes in pure bliss as your subconscious wraps your arms around his head. He lays down on you slowly and holds back a snarl of pleasure as you trail a hand down his back.

       You legs wrap around his hips and he has to tear himself away before you get him too carried away. He doesn't want anything to happen until you come after him, wide awake. Your legs fall limply and you roll slowly, taking him with you as he lets you drag him around on the bed.

   You settle with him on his back, arms wrapping around his neck loosely and your head buried in his neck, right where you will someday leave your mark. He can hardly wait for the day, but for now he's happy with you curled up on him and sleeping soundly.

He toys with your hair for a long while, leaving short and long braids and twists that match his. He does so for so long in fact, you wake up all on your own. You blink confusedly a few times before you register the situation your in and sluggishly roll away from him: leaving him to pout on his lonesome.

"I have some things for you," he whispers as he rubs his finger tips over your bare arm. You shake his hand off and sit up, taking his favorite blanket with you- which makes him form a large grin. He wipes it away in a second flat so you don't catch on as you turn around.

"What things?"

    "Come, look." He scrambles off the bed and kneels at the chest, waiting patiently for you to join him. You drop the blanket, to his dismay, and slowly lower, holding his shirt down to cover yourself as you sit. You look at him wearily and then back to the chest. "Open," he taps on the top excited.

     You lift it open slowly and come face to face with a chest full of things. Fabrics, mostly. Along with small pieces of jewelry, what looks like a box of chalk, and a worn out leather-bound book. You glance over to him and find him looking at the treasures with a prideful smile. You turn back and pick up the book slowly.

    The title is in a language you don't even recognize, and you wonder how he expects you to read it. "It's a translation book. Until you get settled and such, you can busy yourself by learning my language." He explains with a smile, picking up the box of colorful chalks. "You can use this to learn, and to draw if you enjoy it... do you?" He asks eagerly, handing them over shakingly.

    "Oh, yeah... I guess I do." You set it in your lap gently and thumb through the book, overwhelmed by the unfamiliar glyphs and riddled with anxiety about what he means by 'settled in'. "Thank you, Hongjoong."

  He purrs as he hears his name roll of your tongue, hiding his blush by turning to the box and gathering up the fabrics. "I didn't find much that may fit you well, so I'll have to tailor you some clothes." He lets it all drop to a dry piece of the floor and beckons you closer. "Try these on, Precious."

    You quickly stand and slide the pants over your legs, thankful for the cover even it they are a bit big. At least they hide your eyes from Hongjoongs nonstop gaze. There is barely a second you can recall that he hasn't had his eyes on you when you were in the same room. Even back at the wreckage, his eyes were super glued to you.

    "Do they fit?" He rolls away from the fabrics he was sorting and lands on his knees in front of you.

    He looks up at you like you are the God who placed the stars in the sky.

   "Are they comfy?" He grabs the belt loop on the baggy bottoms and pulls you closer under the guise of seeing how they fit. He pinches the excess fabric to one side of your hip and smiles up, "easy fix, My (Y/n)." His hands have a mind of their own as they trail to the back of your thighs and pull you closer to him, making you tumble and hold onto his head for stability as he rest his head against your lower stomach. His hand stay put, which you thank the Gods for, as he holds you close, purring.

He holds back his tongue as a comment about how good you smell fights to escape, and all that comes out is a soft sigh of your name. He looks up with something sad in his eyes for a split second. Something sad that you can't even latch onto and register before it's gone and he's smiling again.

"Come try the rest on."

—

    He went to sleep that night with you in his protective hold, pulled to unconsciousness by your shallow breaths, praying that he would never wake up from this beautiful dream that the Huntress has finally given to him. Hoping that she would let you adjust quickly and become the part of him that was always hallow. That you'd come around relatively quickly.

    But it seems like the Huntress likes to challenge him. You're no long in his arms. He wakes up to your crying in the semi-separated room.

    He's at the doorway in a millisecond flat, slapping the wall next to the sheet and calling out your name. He so desperately wants to rush in and comfort you, to make it al better. "(Y/N)!"

    You go quiet the second you hear him. He can hear your anxious breaths through the thin separation. "Precious... can I come in?"

"No, stay away from me, freak!"

The words sting right to his heart. Like it had been whipped with a leather belt until it was raw and bloody.

He can't help the small whimper of hurt as his brain races a million miles a second. As it chokes out of his throat, you sob in pain.

He makes up him mind that he never wants to hear that sound again and flings the sheet out of the way, racing to you. He rambles on asking you what's wrong and all you can do is cling to the blanket and try to warm up your freezing bones. He cups your face and you immediately melt into his warmth, unable to see his flabbergasted expression as you search for his body heat through your tears; going as far as to open the blanket and invite him in.

"Precious, what's wrong..." He slips into the blanket and clicks at you in attempt to comfort you as he wraps his arms around your icy body.

"I'm so cold, Hongjoong." His heart drops at the sound of your voice. He hurriedly tilts your head to the side and looks at his mark. His eyes grow wide with pure panic.

     "Oh, no, no, no," his thumb barely ghosts over it, but it makes you cry loudly, clawing at his shoulders. It's much paler than the rest of your body, spilling its whiteness across your neck and reaching out like a watercolor. The teeth marks are raging red.

    "Make it s-stop!" You stutter out in anguish, "Please, Hongjoong!"

    He can only stare in pure heartbreak as it dawns on him.

   Your body is rejecting his mark.

—

Shells

Chapter Three

Kim Hongjoong x fem reader

a/n: thank you all so much for reading 🧡 enjoy some good angst hehe i promise the next chapter will be more lighthearted

"That's what I'm here to find out."

✫彡wordcount: 2.5k

♡'･ᴗ･'♡(✯◡✯)genre: yandere, fantasy, (eventual)smut w/plot

ಠ_ಠwarning/contents(chapter specific): not edited, captivity, sickness, suicide attempt(kinda?), panic attack, mood swings, a single slap(not towards reader)

Shells tags: @ddaeing @the-flavour-of-deaths-ass @wnewoo @catwhisk

MATURE UNDER CUT MDNI

San and his mate are the first ones to arrive after Hongjoong cries out in anguish. They don't bother to announce themselves when they get to the den. San scoops up his shorts and shimmies them on while Angel snatches a piece of fabric to cover her lower half.

They find him how he's been for the past twelve minutes. The same position that he's been in since he called for help through the tribe bond.

Cradling your shaking, pale form in the blanket that you've grown attached to. Balling his eyes out in your neck as you cling to him for warmth.

You don't notice them, and neither does Hongjoong until San speaks up in a frightened voice.

"Hongjo-"

"San!" He stands quickly, making you yelp as it feels like he's rattling your bones like a wind chime. You stay clinged to him despite the fact it hurts. You don't want to face the over-polite mermaid or the stranger woman. "You have to help," his voice is broken, depressed, nothing like the scary and demanding voice you heard on the wreckage or the calm and passionate one you've grown to expect from him. "She's rejecting my bite."

The woman gasps and places a hand over her mouth in shock, nearly collapsing into her mate with wide eyes. San steadies her on her wobbly feet before approaching the two of you slowly.

    "Put her down, Hyung."

   "What?" Hongjoong growls, brown eyes quickly turning a deep black as he feels threatened, squeezing your trembling body closer to his, hiding your face in his chest.

   "You need to get away from her, it's ma-"

   "Don't tell me what to do!" He yells, pushing San back as he gets to close for his comfort, backing up into the wall of the small room.

   "Hongjoong, she need to be a-"

  "No!"

    They stop their screaming match when you whimper loudly, shaking hands going over your ears. Sans gaze softens and he looks down at his feet. Hongjoongs eyes quickly go back to a comforting warm brown, his scales flushing blue. "Precious," he whispers, placing his hands over your own.

    "Hongjoong, you need to listen to us." The woman speaks lowly as to not frighten you more, "you aren't thinking straight."

   "I'm listening," he grimaces, never taking his eyes off of you.

    "You need to let go of her. It's only making her body reject you faster." She states matter-of-factly, approaching much slower than San did.

   "I told you that you were being too clingy," San murmurs quietly, following behind his mate until they have the two of you cornered.

    Hongjoong outright hisses at his brother, baring his teeth and wrapping his arms around you tighter, "she needs me!" You shiver and begin crying as another yelling match ensues between the men, the woman sighing and holding her hand on her hip.

    "Why don't you ever listen to me? I already have my mate and she's fine! I told you, and look what happened, fucking dumbass!"

   "Show me some respect, brat! I raised you when nobody else would take in a mutt!"

   "At least this mutts mate isn't dying!"

"I'm dying?" You whine, looking up at Hongjoongs seething face. "Hongjoong?" You whisper through your tears.

"How dare you?"

"How dare I? H-"

She slaps the both of them simultaneously, shocking them and scaring the daylights out of you. Both of their eyes flash black, Sans going back to normal when he sees it was just her. But your captors eyes stay pitch black, sharp teeth peeking out from his lip as he growls lowly.

You push away from him and fall back without his support, collapsing into the hard cave floor.

   She stops him before he can reach for you, slamming him back onto the wall with a dull thud. "Shut the hell up, and get your head out of your ass if you want her to live! Don't you remember Yeonjuns mate? Huh? How he did the same exact thing and refused to listen and we had to bury her?" Her voice cracks with rage and unbridled sadness, "so sit down." She slams him down onto his behind and crouches, looking back to see as San lifts you up by your shoulders gently and pulls you out of the room.

    "Hongjoong-" You whimper, making him shiver.

   "Just let me get her comf-"

  "No! Leave it to the mutt," she spits his words back at him venomously, clearly angry at how he addressed her mate. "Let's have a talk, Joong."

   She sits down, right in-front of him incase he decides to make a run for you. "Don't be an idiot like he was. Don't make us bury another innocent girl. Don't make us banish you... we need you, and we'll need her soon. Get out of your own head and listen."

   He takes a shaking breath and retracts his teeth, eyes slowly lightening as he leans back into the cool wall and hugs his knees to his chest.

    "You need to be away from her. Her body is in shock from your hormones. You will go with San to fetch Yu-"

  "I can't leave her like this, she needs me."

   "No she does not." She stands her ground and sizes him up even though he is her superior. "She needs to see Yunho and go from there. If he says, 'oh,well she's just in shock from the cold' or 'oh, it's an infection', then you can coddle her all you want. But if he says, 'she is in shock from your hormones', then I will personally be keeping you ten feet away. Understand?"

   "B-"

  "Understand?!"

  "...Yes, Angel. I understand."

--

You awake with a start, groaning loudly as pain like no other wracks your body. The last thing you remember was San dragging you away. You passed out the second he dropped you on the nest.

Scanning the cave slowly, you find yourself alone. Or so it seems until the brunette woman from before is suddenly infront of you. You yelp, causing a string of coughs to rattle your lungs as you crawl away from her and slump against the wall.

She, like San, stays just outside of the border of the nest. She's kneeled down with a wooden cup in her hands, smiling gently at you. "Hello." She speaks softly.

"Where's Hongjoong?" You ask shortly. You may not be comfortable around him, but you certainly aren't around a stranger. Especially a siren stranger. You would feel safer with him. You would feel warmer.

"He's out to fetch the doctor with San. The will be back soon, don't worry," she settles down and crosses her legs under herself, holding out the cup. "Some herbal tea. It may not do much, but it will warm you up."

You eye the cup suspiciously, sniffing the air as if it will tell you if the drink is dangerous.

"It's just herbs, I promise. Hongjoong would have my head on a stick," she jokes lightheartedly and urges the cup forward, sitting just at the border of what seems to be safety with a small smile.

She doesn't seem threatening. Probably only five feet tall and no claws or teeth to be seen. But the scales on her cheeks give her away. And you refuse to trust any siren after what you've witnessed. "No, thank you." You cower into the corner where she can't reach and hope you haven't angered her.

"Okay, then." She nods and sets the cup down beside her, eyeing you up and down. "I'm Angel." She says.

You hum in response and curl up in the blanket tightly, keeping it just below your eyes so you can see if she makes a move.

"Sans mate."

"Mhm."

Despite the fact you're clearly uninterested in conversation, she speaks again. Only this time, you don't mind what she has to say. "I was kidnapped as well."

"What?" The words slip out before your brain comprehends, another fit of coughs tormenting you as you try to swallow them back down. The words seem surreal. Is that what has happened to you? Does kidnapping count if it's by a creature whom you're fated to be with by a God you didn't know existed?

It makes your head pound harder to think about.

"Mhm...four- or was it five? Five years ago."

"Five years?" You nearly choke. She's been here five years without escape? It makes your heart break for the both of you. It makes you wonder how many other humans have been kidnapped and turned.

"Yup. I was on my way back home from school abroad. Ship got sliced to Hell and there came the tribe." She seems to notice your unease as your lip trembles. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean t-" She cuts herself off and sighs, looking around the cave until her eyes land on your chest, and the fabric piled around it. "Hongjoong is a designer, did he tell you that?"

You appreciate Angel's attempt to take your mind off of the situation, but your mind is still racing over the fact that there is certainly no escape for you. "N-no."

"Of course he didn't, he hates to brag but also he secretly loves it. He was bragging even about how cozy he had made his den for y-" She watches wordlessly as you stand and drop the blanket, legs shaking as you carry yourself to the edge of the water. "(Y/n)?"

   Five years? You can't survive two days without your family. You'd wither away within the week at this pace.

You stare at your reflection for a moment, barely registering the shuffling behind you as she stands up.

   Maybe it's the raging fever. Maybe it's your existential dread. 

    Whatever reason...you let yourself fall face first into the source of your pain.

"(Y/n)!"

    The yell is muffled by the water flooding your ears. The water clings to your clothes and hair, hugging you tightly. You let the water cleanse your soul before you open your eyes; seeing Angels blurry figure leaned over the edge, watching as you sink.

You close your eyes again and you're back home with Hyunjin setting the table as you and Yeji chase your little siblings around. Minho walking in like he owns the place and snatching you up over his shoulder while he scolds you about being so mean to the little ones. Your father knitting in his chair and watching the lot of you fondly. Your mothers ashes watching over you from the lit fireplace.

       She tugs at her makeshift skirt as she searches the water for you with purple glowing eyes. She curses under her breath, panic evident as she dives in after you.

     The splash shatters the peace you've made for yourself. Your back softly collides with the sea floor, your lungs are begging for air- but you refuse. The dirt knocks loose and floats around you. A hand tugs at your shirt, but you open your eyes and fight back, pushing her away with all your might. The loud clicks from behind are lost to you as you struggle against her as she tries to drag you back up.

    The fight makes it all to hard to hold your breath, and you open up your lungs and let the sea water flood them. She screams, bubbles rising up as she desperately tries to pull you up.

She's pushed away by a flash of red and you're being raised to the surface as you flail. You collide with the ground harshly and cough, lungs eternally grateful for the strange man who threw you up even though you give him the darkest glare you can muster as you spit up water.

His pale blue hair hides his expression as he surfaces from the hips up, but you can feel his gaze focused on you. Hongjoong surfaces right behind him, not bothering to be modest as he climbs up quickly and scurries over to you.

"(Y/n), what the hell was that," he screams, lifting you off your back and turning you to your side, making your lungs empty the rest of the water.

"Get off me," you screech back, crawling away from him and into the bed. Uncaring as you soak it. You fold yourself up and push your back into the corner, hiding your face in your knees as you sob and snot all over your pants.

Multiple splashes later, you can hear multiple sets of wet feet approaching. You peek up and see that it's the man and Hongjoong, San comforting Angel by the smoldering rocks that once was a fire.

"What the fuck was that?" You're shocked by his words, eyes wide and teary. Why are your emotions being like this? You hated him five minutes ago and now all you want is to hold him and cry. "You don't know what's down there, you could have gotten hurt!"

"I know what's down there, what's down there kidnapped me!"

He gasps, scales and eyes burning red with emotion. "I didn't ki-"

"Yes, you did, don't try and lie to me! I want to go home," you sob, fisting up a scrap of fabric from the bed and throwing it at his face.

"Okay, let's-"

You cut the man off with a high pitched scream, throwing the next fabric at him. "Get out! Get out! Go away!"

    San cradles Angel close to him as she cries, watching the scene unfold with a heavy heart. He goes to stand and intervene as you kick at Hongjoong, inductively wanting to protect his leader even if he's mad at him. She grabs his wrist and shakes her head, and he sits back down slowly: holding her as they watch silently.

    Hongjoong slams your ankles to the ground and holds them still and you writhe. "Stop!" He growls loudly, eyes glowing a bright red. You still under his gaze and sob loudly, opening up your arms weakly.

He gives the man a quick glance before diving into your arms and lifting you up, holding your soaked form flush against him and holding your head as it bobs with your cries. "What's happening to me?"

    You watch cautiously over his shoulder as the man kneels down, now covered by a loose pair of shorts. He sets a small briefcase next to him and catches your eyes quickly.

"That's what I'm here to find out."

--

Days In

Jeong Yunho x fem reader

a/n: "star, why are you starting a new series when you alr-" shhhhhhh 🤫

✫彡wordcount: 1.3k

(ಡ‸ಡ)(ﾒ﹏ﾒ)genre: angst, horror, TWD AU

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: you don't have to have seen The Walking Dead to understand this story, it will make sense even if you're going in blind. slow burn. VIOLENCE, death, gore, not edited

MATURE UNDER CUT MDNI

Day One

The room is packed. That much is all you gather. Pushed up against sweaty, loud, strangers with your medical bag held tight to your chest.

You watch the match closely, although for different reasons than the rest. You don't like the violence. But after being cut from your nursing position, you had to take what you could get.

And what you got was a first row place next to the opening of the fighting ring to take care of the injured boxers. Admittedly, it was a good job. They payed you well, especially on days like today when international teams came to compete.

The crowd goes wild as one of the men collapses, and the referee follows him down, holding his hand out to keep the other back. He motions to you, and you come running.

They usually wait to have you treat them until they are off the ring, out of sight for the sake of their pride.

"He isn't breathing," the ref covers his mouth to speak to you, watching the other man intently. Neither of you notice as the crowd gets more hectic, pushing and screaming and collapsing with others viciously attacking them.

You roll up your sleeves and go to start pressing on his chest when he stirs awake, staring at you with glossy white eyes. "Ah, Mister. You passed out in the fight, we'll have to m-"

He cuts you off by flying at you, snarling and swiping at you as you scoot away quickly. His opponent steps in and pulls him away, quickly pushed to the ground and screaming as his neck is bit into.

You feel bolted to the ground, watching the man who was legally dead just moments ago dig his bare hands into another mans gut. Not a single sound can escape your throat, no matter how badly you want to scream and cry. You curse your brain for choosing freeze over flight or fight.

The referee is just as stunned, calling for help on his walkie talkie as he scans the crowd. "Oh god," he mumbles, dropping the device and shattering it.

You follow his eyes and a similar gasp of disbelief leaves you. You barely hear it over the screams. "Dear Jesus."

The entire crowd is either fleeing and pushing others out of their way, or sinking their teeth into each other.

The alarm bells begin ringing, bright red lights flooding your sight. The man isn't fighting back anymore. The ref is pulling at the man to try and stop his feast.

You screech as you feel a pair of hands grab at your back. You're yanked from under the stretching rope and dropped to the ground softly. "Don't eat me, oh God!"

"No, no! I'm not... eat you?" You peek your eyes open and find a tall man in a South Korean teams uniform. He points under the ring, towards the skirt that hides the empty space. "Hide."

Before you can question him, he's on his stomach and crawling under the skirt. You glance around the stadium dumbfounded, watching the horror unfold. Without another thought, you drop to your stomach and scamper under the ring.

It's dark. You can barely make out his figure. He lifts his finger to his lips silently and you take the hint, laying flat and holding a hand over your mouth as you wait for the nightmare to be over.

You peek at him and see his head bowed in prayer, a cross dangling from his hands. You decide it can't do any damage, and close your eyes to join him.

—

Hours later, when you both hear the doors bang open and slam against the walls, you think your saviors have come. And when you hear an authoritative voice boom out for everyone to put their hands up, you breath out a sigh of relief. Before you can crawl out, the man shakes his head and grabs your wrist. "Not yet."

"Not yet? What are- that's the government! Cops! They'll help u-"

The gunshots that bounce off of the walls with the unrelenting siren make you scream, and his eyes shoot wide open. He slaps a hand over your mouth and holds the back of your head with the other, shaking his head frantically and apologizing quietly.

    The loud bangs make your ears ring, and you know he must be feeling it too as he grinds his teeth and groans. You reach and cover your ears before nodding at him.

     He moves his hands away from you, and you bite your lip as it quivers. He slams his hands against his ears and squeezes his eyes shut.

     It seems to go on forever. And when it stops, there's a single man who yells out. "Lock it up!"

    You look to him in a panic, scrambling for the edge of the ring. Just as your hand breeches the skirt, you're yanked back in.

    "Are you stupid? Nobody is alive." He speaks slow and quiet, from the fear or from his little understanding of English, you can't tell. But from the quiver in his voice, you know he's not as unbothered as he seems.

    You knead your brows together and listen to the heavy, precise footsteps head towards the exit. None of them sound like those of someone who's just survived a mass casualty. "Fuck," you whimper quietly, biting down on your finger.

     He looks at your confused for a moment before the doors slam shut. Panic settles deeper in your gut as you hear a drill from the outside.

    "We ha- we have to go! They're sealing the doors shut!"

    He shushes you yet again and slaps his hands on the concrete ground, sliding himself to the edge and peeking out of the skirt- just barely. What he sees is not pretty.

      "You have weak stomach?"

      "Huh?"

      "It is nasty out there. Very."

    "No, no. I just want to get out of here." He nods and slides out fully, crouching down and looking around, holding back a gag of disgust.

     "Come on," he whispers, holding the skirt up for you as he keeps an watchful eye.

You crawl out slowly, holding a hand over your mouth as you see the scene in-front of you. Not a single soul left. Blood staining almost every inch of the floor and splattered up the walls. Bodies which were once people pulled into rough piles of gore.

He speaks lowly in Korean, something that must be a prayer, as he holds his rosary beads tighter.

He steps slowly, avoiding the pooling blood on light feet. He glances back and grabs your hand softly as you stand. "Follow me," he says simply and leads you towards the main door.

"It's blocked," you force out weakly, "we heard them cover it."

"I can open it."

He stops at the metal doors and looks at them for a moment before motioning you forward, leaning his ear against it. You follow his lead and listen carefully.

"Nothing," you whisper, looking at him confused.

"Mhm, nothing..."

He swings the doors open and you come face to face with multiple wooden planks. He steps back, and you follow him, staying in place in shock as he barrels towards the barriers.

He groans as he collides with the wood and you cringe internally as he backs up again, knowing he's not going to stop until he breaks through. What you don't realize is that the mountain of a man can break through multiple wooden planks with just two slams of his body weight.

He seems not to know that either, and is thrown to the ground outside when the wood splinters open.

"Ah, sh-" he mumbles as he rolls to his back.

You step over the last remaining plank and crouch over him, helping him sit. "You hurt yourself!"

He ignores your worry and looks around the street, illuminated by the streetlights and the moon above you. "We have a bigger problem..."

You look up and down the street. He's right. The chaos wasn't confined to the stadium.

—

what started as a one shot inspired by san and woo in the van has festered into an entire plot in my head and i'm so thankful that people liked the part because i NEED to write this story. thank you so much for the love you gave the first part and i hope that you enjoy the rest <3

DJANGO masterlist

' my chess game at the end of this century will be trouble ' - DJANGO, ATEEZ

Chapter One : DJANGO

San and Wooyoung focus

Chapter Two : DUNE

Yeosang and Seonghwa focus

Chapter Three : WAKE UP

Yunho and Jongho focus

Chapter Four : OUTLAW

Hongjoong and Mingi focus

Chapter Five : BOUNCY

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Epilogue : THE WORLD

Baby

❥Yandere Park Seonghwa x fem reader

SPOOKTOBER SPECIAL

➯a/n: this is a work of fiction and does NOT represent a healthy little and caregiver relationship, or a healthy relationship of any kind. this is messed up but i wanted to experiment with my writing and i think i succeeded. let me know what you think of this cause i would love love looooove to write more

✃ "You're my baby, say it to me." - Mitski, I Bet on Losing Dogs

✫彡wordcount: 4k

♡'･ᴗ･'♡(ಡ‸ಡ)genre: yandere, HEAVY angst

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: stockholm syndrome, mind breaking, spanking, mentions of bribery, mommy hwa (i cannot help myself)

⁂taglist: @stvrfir3 @tunaasan @marievllr-abg

✩index: little space; a regressed state of mind where one feels like a child. hyung; a name for an older male friend or sibling, used by other males.

MATURE UNDER CUT MDNI

    "I'm home, sorry I'm late!" Seonghwa called out as he entered the apartment, looking around the empty rooms. "Baby?" He peeked into the kitchen, dinner untouched on the stove. "San?" The living room, the news channel on mute. "Mingi?" Both of his roommates rooms, desolate.

"No!" Your shout calls him to his room at the end of the hall, followed by a clanging and a yell of pain from his friend.

"Baby?! Baby!?" He turns into his room in a panic, eyes wide as he witnesses the scene infront of him.

You're curled up in a ball in the corner of his bed- head in your knees- with San holding Mingis arm as he curses under his breath, one of your bottles on the floor at their feet. "Hyung," He turns quickly and picks up the bottle, pointing it at you accusingly, "she threw this at Mingi!"

"Baby, why would you do that?" He takes the bottle from San and slowly kneels on the edge of the bed, reaching for you.

You say nothing, only whining and kicking his hand away. So he turns his attention back to the younger members. "What happened?" He wants to scream at them, really. How could they make his Baby cry when they know everything he went through and continues to go through to have you as his own? But that would only make you more upset. You don't like when he raises his voice, so he keeps it calm. "Is she hurt?"

"Hyung... We really didn't mean to, we tried to-" Mingi is almost in tears, he truly feels for you. But it's been months. If he could have helped he'd of found a way by now. But they need Seonghwa. And some of the members wouldn't even dream of turning him in- even after what he's done. For selfish reasons maybe. But it doesn't matter why or why not. You've been stuck in their apartments for half a year. They'd thought all of your deficiency had passed. That they could pretend it was okay.

"What happened, Baby?" He turns back to you, gently touching your knee.

That little touch seems to make you snap. Screaming obscenities in his face as you go on and on about how you are not, in fact, his baby. You aren't his at all. You want to go home. You don't love him. You don't like San. You don't like Mingi. You don't like any of the members, actually. You don't like living here. You wish you'd never even met him.

All three of them watch aghast, jaws dropped as you yell insult after insult at them. Hot in the face and tears streaming down like a waterfall so harshly that they wet the collar of your baby blue dress and pool as a drop on your chin. You grab the little plushie that Jongho made with you and hurl it at Seonghwas face, hitting him on the nose.

He watches it fall to the floor and his eyes don't seem to move after that. He's forced to listen as you insult his character directly now. He's a insane person. He's a pervert. He's sick in the head. He's annoyingly overbearing. You loathe his guts. You wouldn't spit on him if he were on fire. You'd shoot him twice if you were in a room with him and a hungry tiger with only two bullets. You loathe his entire being. You aren't his Baby. You aren't even his girlfriend. He's delusional.

The words ring around his head hauntingly. You can't possibly mean those things. He takes care of you so well. He gives you the world and all he asks for in return is your love. And he's gotten it. At least he thought he had. He woke up with you by his side and went back to bed the same way. You gave him kisses on the cheek. You let him play with all of your favorite toys that no one else can touch. You let him bathe you and dress you. You let him do everything.

"Do you hear me?" You scream, throwing his neatly fluffed pillow at his already lowered head. "I hate you!"

The world stops in that moment, the millisecond that word slips from your mouth.

    It's silent in the room. In the apartment. Not only could you hear a pin drop—

    You can hear the single tear fall from Seonghwas eye and collide with the hardwood.

Both of them look at him. You look at him. He looks at the floor. There's a visible shift in his aura. He goes from unreadable to pissed in the blink of an eye. His shoulders tense up and his breathing gets shallow.

He stands up, almost robotically. He picks up his pillow and dusts it off, placing in back on the bed where it belongs. His gaze doesn't even bother to meet yours as you watch him with wide, fearful eyes. He grabs the plushie and sets it down as well. "...Get up. Bend over, Baby."

"Hwa, wait, pl-"

"Before I get the paddle."

He doesn't say anything else, glaring down at you as you move tentatively. After an incident with an unlocked window and some sheets resulting in you being dragged to Hongjoongs room by the ear, you don't even want to see the paddle. You had to sit on their laps or a pillow for two weeks straight, if memory serves you right.

    He doesn't reach to move you faster. He stands at the edge of the bed, deadly silent. He only intervenes when you look to Mingi and San beggingly. "You're not allowed to look at them anymore."

That was a rule when you first arrived. You only got that privilege a few weeks ago. You figured it was probably to make you feel distance to the fact that these were people, who could potentially help you leave him, and not just disembodied voices and lower bodies. A way to make you feel even more lonely. Even when they were so close that you could here their breathing.

Like now, Mingi lets out a few small sniffles here and there. Sans breaths sounds anxious. Like if he moves an inch that he will be next on his Hyungs list.

As you bend your body over the edge, they avert their eyes. They may be complacent with Seonghwas actions, but they will never cross that line. They, all seven of the younger members, promised it. Never touch you. Never take advantage of you. Never directly help Seonghwa control you in any way. In fact, most of them decided it would be best to help you however possible, without ruining all of their lives in the process. Getting you small gifts that Seonghwa pre-approved. Stealing you away to the other dorms for a movie night. Sneaking you an extra sweet or episode of cartoons when you were deep in little-space.

But there was nothing they could do when Seonghwa told you to do something. To go to bed early. To let him wash your hair. To give him a kiss. To suck on his thumb. To bend over.

So they could only look away with heavy hearts as he flips up your skirt and rips -quite literally- your underwear away. The sound makes Mingi cringe, your crying pleas for him make him want to disappear forever. "Ming, please, don't let him! I'm sor-"

Seonghwa doesn't even start easy on you, he smacks your bottom harshly, over and over again until your cheek is sore and aching all the way through to your hip. And then, for the briefest moment, you all think it's over when the loud echo of the smacks finally ceases. But that was only him moving to get a better angle on your other side.

    You cry loudly, and the sound officially makes Mingi cry. He lowers his head and turns his body away completely to try and distance himself from the abuse. San gently takes ahold of his pink in his own. It does little to comfort either of them, but it reminds them both of the pact that they made.

     All of their pinkies interlocked, a promise that they would do their best for their obviously challenged Hyung.

        Both of your cheeks bruising and hot to the touch, Seonghwa finally backs up. He moves his knees from their place on either side of you and lets you crumble to the floor in a pile of sobs. He stops briefly to pull your skirt over you half-hazardly before leaving you completely alone as you blubber into your arms.

     His palm is red, as angry as he was. He takes a deep breath as he takes a pump of lotion, rubbing it into his hands as he turns to the other men.

      "Tell me what happened."

    Mingi wipes his face roughly, straightening up as San speaks lowly, "we turned on the TV. We were going to watch a movie, but... but she saw it on the news before we could even change it."

    "What did she see?"

   "Her missing persons photo..."

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The door was locked behind them and there was no noise in the apartment. If you hadn't known better, you'd say they all left. But Seonghwa refused to ever leave you alone. Even when all of the members were busy. You either went with them or had a staff member watching you, one who'd coincidentally received a raise moments before.

You stayed right there on the floor for the longest time, sobbing and snotting all over the floor as you tried to calm yourself.

Oh, you really outdid yourself this time.

Even at his angriest, Seonghwa never left your side when there was a tear in your eye.

You knew he had no tolerance for that word. Hate. Ironically, you could say he hated it. Especially when it came out of your lips. You once said you hated the show he put on. He gave you a fourty minute lecture and three smacks to the behind.

And you just aimed it right at him. You meant to make him angry. And you succeeded.

Now, into the night, when he still hasn't returned, you start to wonder wether you snapped his last string of humanity. If he hated you just as much as you claimed you hated him. If he's out in the kitchen planning how to get rid of you.

Your body aches as you sit up, screaming at you as you crawl into the small pink tent in the corner of the room. It's placed on top of soft play mats and filled with baby-ish things that he insisted you needed every time he saw them. The softest blankets. The cutesy, most hug-able plushies. A small box of your favorite pacifiers and toys.

You untie the ribbon keeping the sheer fabric open and let it drape closed, as if it will shield you. Perhaps, in your fragile mind, it will. He never comes in here, only ever reaches in to grab the blankets to wash every other week.

You let yourself flop onto your side into the pile and find yourself sobbing all over again. Maybe, just maybe, in a fucked up, delusional way... Seonghwa does care for you. Maybe, just maybe, in his mind, he does all of these things because he believes it best for you.

You can still see Seonghwa in his room when he's not there. Maybe that's why you hate being cooped up in here. Always begging members to let you hang out in their rooms instead.

It's so neat. Even after the chaos of earlier. So color coordinated. Grey and white and warm lights.

You're the only exception. Toys and clothes and books strewn about in your little corner, just out of sight of his cam-corder.

   Maybe that's why you get so mad when you slip out of the little space he's built for you. You know you don't fit into his life seamlessly. You know the truth of your situation. So you may as well start making the best of it.

    With a groan of effort, you sit back up.

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   It's well past midnight when he turns the lock on the outside of his door. Which also means its well past your bedtime. You've become so well accustomed to it over your time together, he figures you've probably fallen asleep.  

       And he's right. He immediately spots you on his side do the bed, holding his pillow tight to your chest with your swollen eyes closed.

    A pant of regret hits him right where it hurts as he realizes just how much he made you cry. How much he made you hurt. His anger got the best of him, and it hurts his heart that deep down, he knows it won't be the last time.

     He's done it to everyone. His family. His members. Himself...

    His darkest thoughts reach out in the corners of his mind, saying that his Baby is better of without him. But he is quick to slap them away as he tip toes into the room.

    Somethings off, somethings different. Everything is in place.

    All of your toys and coloring books and short stories. All of your pacifiers and stuffed animals. They're on the shelf exactly how he puts them during his Sunday reset cleanings. All of your favorites are on the wall, your side of the bed. The multitude of blankets and throw pillows in your tent are folded and organized neatly. Your tears and snot have been wiped up. Your ripped panties in the bin.

    "Oh, my Baby," he whispers, immediately crawling into bed behind you and holding your back close to his chest, careful to avoid your bottom. He doesn't even want to fathom what he did to you... "My Baby..."

      He can't help but cry, though he tries to do so silently. He wants you to rest, you need it. But the smallest movement of the bed wakes you in your fragile state.

    When you stir, he expects you to crawl away. But you don't. Instead, you roll over to face him and shimmy into his arms. "Hey, sweet girl," he coos hoarsely.

     You were right, earlier. You weren't left alone in the apartment. San was sitting in the living room comforting Mingi as Seonghwa stormed off and went upstairs to Hongjoong. While they sat in silence, he screamed and screamed and screamed until he couldn't breathe.

     Eventually, Hongjoong and Yunho got him to calm down, and they talked and talked and talked. Yunho suggested, lightly, that you should stay the night with them. And then Seonghwa screamed some more.

     In all this time, your nighttime routine had never been interrupted. He had a very specific way the two of you did things before bed and he would have it no other way. In all this time, he's never let you out of his arms as he slept. Even that first night, you kicked and screamed and punched until you passed out. But you did so in his arms.

    "Mommy." It's a simple acknowledgment, but it calms him ever so slightly. He takes pride in that name. And it makes him happy you can still call him that after what he's done to you.

     "Are you okay, Baby?" He knows that the answer is no. But he'll give you the opportunity to speak for yourself. To tell him how to help.

     "Hurts," you sniffle as you press your face into his chest, " 'm hungry..."

     "Come on, Sweetpea, I'll take care of you."

    You koala hug onto him, arms around his neck and legs around his waist as he stands.

    And the nighttime routine starts now, a pattern of familiarity to calm both of your shot nerves.

    He gently sets you in your seat at the table, but not before pacing down a pillow he grabbed while passing the couch. It still burns even with the soft cushioning below you.

You eat in silence. Usually you would speak about your days, and the next one's plans. But there doesn't seem to be any words that either of you can find at the moment.

He rinses the dishes before picking you back up. No matter how many times you insist you can walk- he insists right back that his Baby must be carried. You pass Mingi on the way to the bathroom, and he gives you a small wave, his eyes bloodshot and his posture slumped. But he can't help the small smile that tugs at his lips as you wave back over Seonghwas shoulder.

The pillow goes down on the counter before you, and he starts your meticulous skin care. Your face wash, then his. Your toner, then his. Moisturizer, eye cream, spot treatment, the list goes on until your both brushing your teeth.

You will admit Seonghwa takes exceptionally good care of not only himself, but you as well.

He likes to massage your face after all is said and done. He says it's good for blood flow, which is true. But he does it for a few simpler reasons.

Your face in his hands. And a chance to admire you at the end of the day.

No matter how rough of a day it was. He could always count on this.

He cups your cheeks as he stands between your legs, massaging them gently. "My Baby." He whispers. So quiet you actually miss it. You're too busy melting into his affection. "You're my Baby." He speaks, however lowly.

"Mhm," you moan quietly, blinking up at him, not knowing what exactly he's meaning.

"Say it to me," he says. He pleads. His forehead rests on yours. Eyes growing wet as he uses your eyes as a window into your soul. "Please."

"I'm your baby," you whisper just as gently as he. Nodding against his head lightly. "I'm your baby, Mommy."

He nearly collapses as his shoulders finally relax. His mind flooding with happiness as he hears those words. You're all he's ever wanted. You're all he feels he truly has.

He knew it since the moment he saw you. So delicate, so beautiful and kind. He was overcome with an urge that he can only describe as a mix of pure love and anxiety. He loves you so deeply, how can he ever rest if he doesn't know for certain that your safe and taken care of? So he took matters into his own hands.

He's never felt it before. He knows he'll never feel it again. He will never. Never. Love someone as much as you. As much as his Baby.

You reach up and wipe his tears gently, the tiniest of smiles playing at your lips, "you gonna wash away all the stuff you jus' put on."

He can't help the chuckle that leaves him, leaning into your touch as it leaves a tingle on his skin, "you're right, Baby."

He gently, oh so gently, places a kiss on your lips before your routine resumes.

He leaves you to do your business as he goes to the living room and gathers your pajamas, and when he comes back he finds you all done, rubbing your bottom with a pout. "Oh, Baby, I'm so sorry! I forgot, it must have hurt on the toilet," a pout of his own forms as he crouches and rummages through the cabinet.

"Yeahm," you whine, watching him closely as he grabs a tube.

"Bend over, Baby." That simply sentence almost has you spiraling again before he reaches and rubs your head ever so gently. "It's okay, it's okay. It's numbing cream. Let Mommy put on you and it'll feel better, promise."

You hesitantly bend over the counter slightly, and are relieved to find he's telling the truth. He's barely touching your behind enough spread the cream, his touch is so light. But he manages to apply the treatment without causing you any more harm.

You know that this will be part of your nightly routine again when he sets the tube down with the rest of his products. It mocks you as you look at it. Knowing you'll have to hear those words over and over again until you're healed.

He helps you rid your dress and redresses you in one of his t-shirts before changing into his own pajamas.

As he carries you back to bed, you speak up while fiddling with the buttons on his shirt, "Mommy?"

"Yes, Baby?"

"Can sleep in my tent tonigh'?"

"Oh, Baby, you know I have to hold you to fall asleep. Baby can have a nap in there tomorrow, how about that?"

"No, Mommy too," you look to him with a pout as he closes the bedroom door behind you, "Mommy in the tent." You point to it as if he doesn't know what tent you're referring to, and it makes him laugh how adorable you are when you're so deep in little-space.

"Okay, Baby," he sets you down first and lets you crawl in, watching you with stars in his eyes as you curl up under the blankets and move to make room for him.

His feet poke out of the side even as he's curled spooning you, and he knows the sight is probably ridiculous. But it's very possibly the coziest he's been with you. The tent and the plushies inside of it smell like you. All of the soft blankets have accumulated into a weighted blanket of sorts and keeps you both warm in the cold October air. His chest pressed to your back and your numbed bottom snuggling back into his hips. Your soft, calm breaths luring him into a state of tranquility. He stays just like that, for a long time, it feels like. It almost feels like he's meditating. His soul being cleansed. He can see why you like it here-

Oh. Oh, he's really in here.

It dawns on him as he looks up. What is usually a white ceiling is a pink fabric just a few inches away from his face.

You invited him in.

Ever since he set it up three months ago, you made a strict 'BABY ONLY' policy. And you stuck to that. Not even Jongho, who was admittedly your favorite of his members, was allowed in. They were all confined to the play mat just outside.

But not anymore.

He thought after the pain he had caused, after the outside world had reminded you what he'd done, that your progress would be set back. That he'd back back to square one with a brat. But, you went ahead and proved him opposite.

You proved him that you are and will continue to be,

His Baby.

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Allure Teaser Trailer

Part One:Sunshine release date: Monday, April 1st

Part Two:Knuckle Velvet release date: Wednesday, April 3rd

Part Three:Smoke release date: Saturday, April 6th

❥MATZ x fem reader

➯a/n: THIS WILL BE A DARK FIC. THE DOVE ISNT JUST DEAD, I THREW IT OUT THE WINDOW. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. i won't include all of the warnings for the full story in this teaser, because it is long and detailed, just know it is a DARK romance. if you choose to read it when it comes out, the warnings will be listed there. i'm very proud of this work and can't wait to share 💕

(>ᴗ•)♡´･ᴗ･`♡genre: yandere, smut, a/b/o au

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: SO MUCH LIKE WOW . for trailer specifically: murder

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The beta in the large room ignores Hongjoong as he continuously asks after 'the pretty omega'.

     He just sweeps and sweeps, finally understanding why you hate coming up here. He has his back turned to the cage, and consequently, to the windows.

     High on the tall walls, the narrow glass is opened from the outside. Seonghwa smirks, and gestures his head to it. Hongjoongs gaze follows, and he has to slap a hand over his mouth so he doesn't laugh.

      A skinny figure is sliding its way in through the window sideways.

     He drops to the floor as silent as a mouse, landing on his knees and grinning wildly up at his alphas.

     Hongjoong throws his head back in preemptive relief, while Seonghwa is watching with a similarly wide smile as the man walks straight through the blood ash, breaking the circle with the tip of his shoe.

      The worker still has his back turned as the lock on Seonghwas cage is picked with a long claw. He doesn't even know what's happening as the next thing he knows, he's thrown across the floor.

Blood ash knocks up around him, coughs wracking his body as he looks up to his assailant.

Park Seonghwa, newly freed from his cage, looks down at the worker with his eyes glowing red.

"Now usually..." He begins, crouching to be face to face with him, "I'd go through this whole place just for the fuck of it and cause some beautiful chaos. But I'm looking for someone."

"(Y/n)?" He stutters out, backing away only to knock into Hongjoongs legs. Stuck between the two nefarious criminals, he chooses his own head over yours. "The second floor! Sh-she's on the second floor!"

"Let's go get our omega, Joong."

Nonchalantly, Hongjoong draws his claws and slices the neck of the worker. He hops over the gurgling body and follows his mate with an ecstatic giggle.

........

You stare blankly at where his hand was just seconds ago, gaze zeroing on the engagement ring and white gold band. His warmth is still on your skin. But his love for you apparently has been long gone

Pairing: Todoroki Shoto x Reader

Warnings: Has mature content, mentions of cheating and divorce

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Epilogue