Can you pls make more imagenes or any thing for choi hyunsuk....i just got into treasure 13 and he is my bias and your blog is amazing so cold you pls help this fellow stan by writing for him👉👈
you’re so sweet!! 🥰 here you go!
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[2:43 am]
you watch hyunsuk through half-shut eyes, his head bobbing in rhythm to the music he was producing that was playing through his headphones.
you can hear the faint beat of trap music blasting from your chair next to his, a soft black office chair that he had bought just for you.
he glances sideways at you, his faded blond hair falling into his eyes. he gives you a faint smile, amused at your sleepiness.
he drops his headphones onto his neck and leans over to give you a soft kiss on the top of your head.
“sorry y/n,” he says, “it won’t take much longer. then we can go home.”
you blink tiredly as you stare up at the ceiling of the airport, the lights growing fuzzy. you lean your head on haechan’s shoulder, and feel his arm wrap around you. he rests his chin on your head.
“i’m so tired,” you murmurs, leaning into his touch.
“me too, y/n, but our plane doesn’t get here for another twenty minutes.”
you sigh. you should never have pestered haechan into getting to the airport so early. you were worried you would miss your flight if you got there any later.
“sorry,” you mutter.
you feel him chuckle. “it’s okay, y/n. you felt more comfortable leaving early. besides, you haven’t flied anywhere in so long. you didn’t know.”
+ warnings: violence, le killing of le zombies, some swearing
+ summary: after months of travel, you, yoonbin and your group finally arrive at a community. rumor has it, it is one of the safest in the country, but are those just rumors?
+ parts: pt.1 | pt.2 | —
+ notes: i’ve been wanting to writing a zombie!AU for the LONGEST time and i finally got around to doing it! also: i know for sure that there will be 2 parts, but after that im not sure,, it depends on how many people want more parts!
You tredge behind your group, worn leather boots silent despite the forest ground being covered in fallen branches and crunchy autumn leaves. Your calves are beginning to ache due to the steep incline.
“Y/N!” Jihoon calls back to you, “C’mon, catch up!” You cringe. His voice is startlingly loud in the cautious quiet you had fallen into since you got to the woods. The others whip towards him and shush him.
Yoonbin is behind the group as well, but still several paces ahead of you. He turns and gives you a meek smile. Despite the pulse of pain going down your leg, you return his smile. He falls behind until he’s walking next to you. His presence is familiar, calming.
“We’re almost there,” he says, taking your hands in his. “Hyunsuk says it should be just over this hill.”
You nod, relieved. Your group had been walking through this forest all day. You first left camp at the crack of dawn. The sun was just rising over the far horizon, it’s orange and gold rays threatening to spill over the edge of the world. Now, it was behind you, and you were afraid that it would set before you made it to the new community.
If there is a community at all, that is. It was, of course, only a rumor. A rumor that had been passed on from person to person for who knows how long. Realistically, it could have gone down months ago and no one would have really known it.
You were so preoccupied in your thoughts that you didn’t noticed you were on the top of the hill until you bump into Doyoung. He doesn’t care, his eyes fixed on the land below the hill.
“It’s real,” he says, his voice nothing more than a soft whisper. “It’s actually real.”
You look up and your breath leaves you. At the bottom of the hill, there was a community. From this angle, you could see dozens of buildings, with up to three storeys. You could see a large patch of green, which you could only assume was a garden. All of this was surrounded by two rows of barriers — concrete, then wire fencing. It was an impressive setup.
You were was close enough that you could see a few people walking around, so small they could have been ants.
Behind the wire fence, patrolling the entrance attached to a rough, narrow road, were armed guards. There were three from what you could see.
One of them— a man, you could tell— froze when he saw your group. Even from this distance you could see his rifle shift in his hand. Yoonbin, noticing this at the same time as you, quickly lifted his hand in the air, a signal of goodwill. A moment passed and you held your breath.
You didn’t know these people. You didn’t know what they were like. It was a stupid idea, you thought, to go into the community head-on, completely blind. You should have scouted the place first, before you made your presence known.
You curl your fingers around the bottom of Yoonbin’s black windbreaker and are just about to pull him away when the man lifts his hand in return.
The boys around you grin. They start heading down the hill towards the tall fences.
Yoonbin looks at you, amused at your hand still on him. “Hey, it’s gonna be fine” he says calmly, seeing your frown.
You chew your lip, anxiety creeping up your neck. “What if it’s not?”
He rubs your arm softly, trying to calm you down. “Then we get out of there. If anything happens, or we sense that something’s off, we leave.”
You stare up at him, eyebrows creasing. “You say that like its easy.”
His smile is gentle, but his voice is only mildly exasperated. “Y/N.” He kisses your forehead. You close your eyes and lean into his touch. “We don’t know what it’s like until we go there and find out. If we need to leave, we’ll find a way out. We always do.”
You nod into the curve of his neck, mumbling an “okay” into his jacket.
Together, you make your way down the hill.
When you get to the gate, the man from before meets you at the entrance. You’re shocked at how young he is. From up close, you can tell that he was only around your age, maybe a year or two older. You were expecting a man far older than you. For some unknown reason, the sight of someone in their youth patrolling an area with a weapon still shocked you, despite being nearly a year and a half into the apocalypse.
He approaches your group cautiously, rifle in hand. “Here for sanctuary?” he asked.
“Yeah,” Hyunsuk answered, stepping forward.
He frowns, looking your group over. You suddenly feel insecure.
You knew that your camo pants were splattered in mud and was stained in blood no matter how hard you scrubbed. Your face was probably covered in sweat and dirt and blood. You also knew that everyone else in your group looked like that, too. You probably looked like a group of frenzied children who had been living in the woods for years, away from modern civilization. In a way, you kind of were.
This boy, on the other hand, could have passed for a completely normal kid, if it weren’t for the bulletproof vest and gun in his hand. You could tell that his clothing was decently clean. The only scuffed up part of him was his combat boots, worn for months, probably, and covered in blood and mud. At least you had that in common.
But he seemed completely unfazed by your appearances, rather taking in your statures, the way you all stood with your shoulders barely touching, the way your hands rested on the handles of your weapons, ready to jump to action the second it called. The way you glanced at one another, reading one another’s expressions with ease.
You thought you saw him nod in approval. Maybe he’d been there, too— once a part of a group who had been through hell together, quite literally. Who supported and protected each other no matter what.
“Alright, then.” He gestured to the other guard. She was tall with short cropped blonde hair, a mean scar running down her throat. She eyed them suspiciously, but helped him pull the fence aside. “Come on in. I’m Junkyu, by the way. We have safety precautions we have to follow before you enter the community.”
“Like what?” Yoonbin asks.
Junkyu doesn’t answer. He leads you through the entrance. In the middle of the concrete wall is a single heavy metal door. As he approaches it, it buzzes, and he swings it open. He holds it, waiting for you to move.
Everyone is visibly hesitant. You chew your lip nervously, your hand gripping the knife strapped to your thigh. Hyunsuk strides forward, trying to look as confident as possible, and goes in first. The rest of your group follows.
As you walk through the door, you make eye contact with Junkyu. He smiles kindly.
On the other side of the wall, the sun seems to shine brighter. Maybe it was just you, but the colours looked more vibrant, and you could hear distant chatter and laughter.
A man approaches you, far older than Junkyu. “Weapons before entering.”
You look at him incredulously. “You’re taking our weapons?” You exclaim.
”Those are the rules.”
Junkyu is beside the man now. “In order to keep the citizens of our community safe, all weapons are prohibited. We’ve had too many incidents where fights break out between armed men, and you know how they always end. Nothing personal.”
“Hyunsuk?” Jihoon says. You will only follow those rules if Hyunsuk says to.
After a moment of thought, he sighs. He begins unstrapping his holster. “Their community, their rules.”
Mildly disappointed, you take off your weapons. All you had on you was your pistol and a combat knife. You handed that over. After they passed a metal detector over you, you were deemed “clean” and allowed to pass through the final gate. You waited for the others.
You felt naked and vulnerable without your weapons. You were now faced with the fear that if anything were to go wrong, you didn’t have anything on you to defend yourself. Except maybe your belt, and that was a big maybe.
And, of course, your group. You, Yoonbin, Hyunsuk, Jihoon and Doyoung. You could protect each other. It was times like this, you realized, that having strong bonds with the people around mattered the most. This eased your mind.
You watched in amusement as Yoonbin proceeded to basically empty his pockets of weapons. The semiautomatic strapped to his back came off first, then the machete on his chest. He pulled his holster off, containing his pistol, then fished his combat knife out of his boot. Finally, then came the derringer. He placed it all on the table, and stood beside you.
You hear the metal detector go off.
Jihoon smiles nervously at the young girl with the detector, who gives him an exasperated look.
“All of your weapons, please and thank you.”
“Would you believe me if I told you they put metal in my hip when I was a baby?”
“No, I wouldn’t.” She says. When Jihoon does make a move to remove whatever it is that set off the device, she stares him down. Despite being a head smaller than him, her eyes could pierce.
“Fine, it’s my belt!!” Jihoon exclaims. He lifts up his jacket to reveal a thick chain wrapped in his belt loop. “It’s literally just a belt.”
“Take it off!”
“If you want me to undress for you, you could just ask.” Jihoon flirts back.
She is clearly unimpressed. With one hard stamp of her metal-toed boots, Jihoon yelps and clutches his foot. Finally, he unwraps the chain. Turns out, the chain was very long, maybe three feet in length, and very much a weapon. He drops it in her hand.
He sheepishly shrugs at you, and you roll your eyes.
“Okay! I’ll give you the grand tour.” Junkyu suddenly appears at your side, gesturing outwards.
You swallow the hard lump in your throat and follow him. There was no turning back now.
it is early morning and you wake up next to the person you love the most— jaemin. his breathing is steady as he drapes his arm across your stomach, sleeping peacefully.
you must have fallen asleep while watching a movie again last night, but considering the tv was turned off, jaemin had slept after you.
jaemin stirs. his eyes sleepily open to see you. he gazes at you lovingly. “good morning, love.”
((i LOVE the shadowhunter chronicles and cassandra clare, so i thought that making this would be lots of fun!(which it was!!) and so this for everyone who stans both nct dream and cassandra clare lol))
huang renjun | 𝓱𝓪𝓵𝓯-𝓯𝓪𝓮
half shadowhunter, half faerie
MAJOR faerie vibes
beautiful and regal features, a sort of agelessness
the strength and courage of a nephilim
but the beauty and danger of a faerie
lee donghyuck | 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓸𝓬𝓴
his warlock mark is his eyes — one black from end to end, and the other with a strange golden iris
born during the great war into a family in poverty
his family feared him when he was born with eyes the way they were. it was rumoured that their real son was taken by a demon and replaced with its child. they disowned him when he was a young boy
he lived in the streets of seoul until he was thirteen, and was taken into the home of a kind warlock man who felt for him
good friends with the nephilim, jeno and his family in particular
((i really went into his backstory huh😂))
lee jeno | 𝓷𝓮𝓹𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓶
from one of the most respectable shadowhunter bloodlines
the inquisitor’s son
lives in the seoul institute
a strong and fierce warrior, they will tell tales of him one day
na jaemin | 𝓷𝓮𝓹𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓶
born and raised in alicante
a great fighter, but also the kindest
his parents are humble shop owners
all of the shadowhunter girls are falling for him
zhong chenle | 𝓷𝓮𝓹𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓶
a forgotten shadowhunter boy
his parents left the shadowhunting world before he was born, and lived in a small town in China
when he was given the chance to attend the shadowhunter academy, he was hesitant
he didn’t want to leave his family, but they encouraged him, knowing that being a shadowhunter was in his blood, and the stars read that it was his destiny
park jisung | 𝓶𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓪𝓷𝓮
a mundane boy with the sight
would wonder the shadow market for hours on end before he met jeno
currently lives with his jeno and his family in the seoul institute, learning about the strange shadow world
but will be attending the shadowhunter academy in the new year, where he dreams of being turned into a shadowhunter
humble and courageous. a kind soul
((i was going to make someone them vampire/werewolf but i got way too into the whole shadowhunter thing and forgot about it,,,))
even though it’s late at night and you have class first thing in the morning, you can’t help but jaemin’s date idea.
“hey, y/n,” jaemin says, kissing you on the temple as he meets you outside your apartment building. he pushes your hair out of your face, against the crisp midnight wind and takes your hand in his.
during the next hour, you and jaemin walk to the convenience store to buy ice cream, and then sit on a bench alongside han river, gazing at the water glistening in the moonlight, your head on his shoulder.
“sorry i called you so late,” jaemin says. “i’ve been so busy lately that the only time we can hang out is after practice.”
“it’s okay!” you reassure him, “i like spending time with you any time of day.”
you rest your head on junkyu’s shoulder as you sway together in the middle of your living room, cast in a soft orange glow. with your hands interwoven at one side, and your other wrapped around your lover, your hearts beat as one
