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A/n: Idk if I even got the yandere vibes correct. Did I? I doubt it. Some at home shit happened so that's affecting my writing right now as I work to finish this in time.
Posting this on Mother's Day .... definitely not the conventional fic for such a holiday. There is some of it at the end though so yeah.
Jinwoo and Suho are yanderes. Reader kinda is too but mostly darling. Small font/special text is for yandere esque themed dialogue.
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Yandere!Husband!Jinwoo x Wife!Reader
Yandere!Son!Suho (platonic/familial)
CW: 21+DARK THEMES/MATURE CONTENT INSIDE. Possessiveness, yandere family AU, attachment/codependency issues, panic attack/breakdown, angst, hurt/comfort, a bit of smut, violence, LITERAL murder.
SPOILERS FOR OG SL and RAGNAROK manwha. SO MDNI AND BE PREPARED PLS.
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Jinwoo finding you the way he did, right at Death's door, had him carrying you in his arms, leading you from a hollow home and existence to his own version of life. Even as his world was ravaged by gates and magic beasts despite him restarting the timeline, humanity's evolution was inevitable.
"You called for me, little nightingale? So, you'd willingly give up your soul to me? Slit yourself and overdose, just to be in my thrall and escape this hell you call life? You're not in your right mind. Then again, it's hard to recall what it feels like to be human again ... very well ... I'll amuse you."
Nursing you back to health, cradling your depressed scarred self through nights of sleep anxiety, calming down your sob wrecking breakdowns with his tender tone, him growing attached to you who falls for the Shadow Monarch in the end might have been fated as well.
"There there, my cute little darling. Your Jin is here. Let me help you smile again. Aww, that's it, there's that gorgeous smile. Your cheeks are so soft and sweet. Let me nibble on them, pretty please."
His gentle perusing through your mind, just to make a hit list, slaughtering every single being that ever dared harm you, whether physically or emotionally. The pile of bloodied gutted bodies that littered the ground was one thing. Having their souls be brought back from the dead to serve you both for eternity was another.
"I hope this pleases you, my dear. Whatever you ask of them, they'll do. They're made to serve you now, for all eternity. None of their hands will touch you, though. I will uphold that great honor."
Marrying you was absolute. And having Suho, yours and his pride and joy, was a miracle. Being the S-Rank child of the Shadow Monarch nearly killed you birthing him. Fortunately, Jinwoo wouldn't allow it. Not when his vessel repair skills paired with Beru's healing abilities aided in keeping your body intact throughout the bloody ordeal.
"He's beautiful, love. I'm so proud of you. However, I understand if you don't wish for anymore kids. I can't bear to see you in that much suffering ever again. Our little guardian is more than enough ... our Suho."
Jinwoo is just as much Suho's father as he is his son's mentor. Sealing away Suho's powers when he was a flying floating infant one day was necessary. However, through your persuasion and kisses, Jinwoo allowed Suho to keep his memories of the shadows. Especially Beru; Suho's favorite of all his dad's shadows.
"You're lucky you're adorable. Beru was this close to flooding the house with his tears. At least Suho gets to keep him as a friend. Bellion and Igris are already working on lesson plans when he's old enough to understand them. If Suho keeping his memories makes you happy, then your wish is mine to fulfill."
Your illustrated, written stories Jinwoo helped you publish were read to Suho during bedtime. You and Jinwoo always end up narrating together to Suho in his footsie pajamas, him nestled in the arms of one of you as the other held open the book to read. The tales of the Shadow Monarch on his many adventures to cure his mother, find his father, and save the world from the Monarchs war, ending with him finding his lovely bride and settling down with their son, the future Monarch of Transcendence.
"Just you wait, Suho. As the years go by, I'll help you get stronger so you can help me protect your mama from any monsters that dare wish her harm. You and me against them all, little guy."
"Jin, please. He's still a baby. I'm not sure he understands anything we're saying right now."
"Of course, love. Sorry about that. It's just ... I'm so happy. You made me a daddy. And you, mommy, are glowing. Our son is the luckiest baby alive, having you as his mama, Y/n. Thank you for being mine. I love you."
"I love you too, honey."
The moment you met, you became the holder of Jinwoo's two hearts. His parents are back together again, his baby sis settled down with his best friend, and now he has you and Suho.
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Hearing your singing made your Monarchs' hearts soar over the years. Whether you were doing laundry, washing dishes, or even jotting down your stories in your little novels to read to them both.
You're their angel of music in their daily lives. Their muse. The matriarch of their little family.
Even now.
"Come on, Mom. You know me. Art student by day, up and coming hunter by night." Suho, now a high school sophomore, griped lightly as he grabbed some banana milk from the fridge to sip on.
"I only let you hunt with your dad when your schoolwork and chores are all done. That was the deal." You say over the sizzling pan as the shadows help you prepare some lunch like always before your boys have to leave for their usual father son outings.
"You better listen to her, or it's the bench for you." Jinwoo's lips quirked as he picked up his son's grumbling in passing while his old man browsed some work files when he ruffled Suho's hair.
"However, I'll believe our dutiful son has uphold his end of the agreement and finished his work. Make sure your bag is packed and we'll go out hunting after lunch."
Suho's exasperated groan is what you're both left with as he trudged upstairs. In the swift moment, Jinwoo hugs your humming self from behind, nipping your ear then down to your neckline.
"How's he's faring, you think?" You peck his forehead.
"He's coming into his own. Still rough in some areas, but he's quite adaptive. Really a chip off the old block. You should be proud of him." He nips your jawline then your cheek.
"You two I'm always proud of." Jinwoo's gloved hand squeezed your hip at your praise, so you gently pull said glove off, letting his scarred bare hand be held by yours, caressing your cheek, littering it with kisses in return.
"Even when we're covered in blood and guts?"
The question hangs in the air for a moment.
You turn in his grasp to kiss him.
"You know I love seeing you be feral."
You never could keep your hands off him. Jinwoo was worse. His sharp carnal grin ravages your face that got you squealing as he swept you off your feet for his persistent kisses.
"Tell me you love me."
"I love you so much."
"Good. You were made to be showered in my kisses. Aagh, every day you get even more radiant, it's killing me~!" His playful growls in your ear have you kicking your feet and giggling in his arms.
"Dad! The sooner we leave, the sooner I can level up. It'll spare my eyesight from seeing you two be even nastier than usual." Suho gripes half heartedly as he peeks in with his finished workbook in one and his hunting gear bag slung over his shoulder.
"Hey, you should be thrilled to know your parents are expressing their undying devotion for one another. Cause sooner or later, mister, you'll find your own better half. Like a certain Miho Baek~" The smug advice your hubby gives your embarrassed son.
"That's a trick suggestion. I know I ain't allowed to date until I'm at least 21. College first, then dating." Suho pointedly reminded.
"He's getting smarter, too." Jinwoo mumbled to you with a grin as they started helping you set the table for lunch.
Jjajangmyeon, tteokbokki, and donkatsu for here and leftovers for them to pack in case they get hungry during their raids. Packing lunches for your boys with lots of hearts in their bags.
"Just don't track blood in here like last time. I don't want even a single drop of crimson staining our sweet, humble abode." You warn them both.
"My shadows can erode any iron stains at the drop of a hat, you know that. But okay. If you need anything, Igris will be here guarding you as always, my lady."
Your loud, messy smooches and your cheery wishes of good luck were the last things those two saw of you as they headed off, Igris bowing to them from your shadow.
Utilizing the System he made for his son proved the perfect training grounds to test Suho's limits as Jinwoo created a violet gate out of thin air in the middle of the forest fields.
"Now remember what I taught you, son."
"Always, dad."
"Any Lizards or traitors we come across in there ... at least they'll make for good practice."
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Pillaging for essence stones and mana crystals was par for the course.
Decapitation was higher up on the list of Jinwoo's targets.
Rumors, gossip, and intel shared to him through his many connections about less savory hunters that were misbehaving proved useful when it came to disposal of the correct targets.
Heads literally flew through the air as Suho leveled up. His strength, speed, and reflexes reflected him coming into his own as an S-Rank. He was only slightly out of breath as they cleared the dungeon.
Monster and human blood stains their clothes and faces, but neither pay it a single glance as the shadows clean them up.
The Sung men crack their muscles and take a lunch break away from the carnage. Their stuffed cheeks flush, humming in delight at the delicious food you prepared for them.
Then came the talk.
The turning point of their lives kind of talk.
"You can't be serious!"
"The Itarim will never stop unless Earths' mana is all theirs. I could have pursued those Apostles into their rift weeks back during my anniversary with your mom ... but it was obviously a divide and conquer tactic. I wasn't ready to leave you both unprepared if I got compromised."
"But are you actually gonna leave? Fight those Outer Gods in space?"
" ... I've been considering it ever since. It's only a matter of time before they come here. My shadows have already disposed of some of those Apostle agents that were scouting countries overseas for potential rooting grounds. They'll make for good fodder in the coming clash."
"But what about Mom? She'll never forgive you if you do end up leaving." Suho's warning earns him hair ruffling, to which he pouts with red cheeks. Jinwoo cheekily grins at the sight.
"Your grandpa would do anything to protect your grandma. I'm willing to cross lines to keep your mother safe. And I'm trusting you to do the same. I did consider you manning the home front when I'm gone ..." Rationality collides with Jinwoo's devotion to staying by your side always.
Suho honestly felt the same way, being raised by his dad's certain mindset, steam puff clouds in heart shapes float about their flush cheeked heads with thoughts of your mochi faced self smiling bright to them.
"If you really want me to look after her, Dad, then I'll stay with Mom and guard her like the noble son she adores. Protecting her in your stead would be an honor, regardless."
"I know you would. But I also want to be there to give my angel her daily bouquets, prepare her feasts, pamper her, and give her endless kisses and cuddles as she so rightfully desrves."
Even so ...
"When all is said and done, even when this apparent war ends ... what comes after?"
Their shadows rounding up corpses of their butchered victims for them both to arise is put on hold from the tense silence that came from Suho's persistence. His bangs cover Jinwoo's eyes.
"I don't know. Even I can't predict the future, Suho."
"Can you even make her immortal, then? Or will we both stand idly by and watch her wilt away like everyone else?"
"Turning her into a shadow solider is out of the question. It wouldn't really be her anymore."
"Potions, artifacts, even rituals could keep her alive for a long time ... but not forever."
"And what about my grandparents? Aunt Jinah and Uncle Jinho? Are we gonna convert them too?"
Jinwoo winces at the idea of it all. The ideal version versus the cruel reality of it all. "Not by force, no. Us all being together is the dream.
"I thought following in your footsteps as a Monarch would be exhilarating ... but not if it means leaving her behind forever ... even in death ... we're all meant to be together ... so what's even the point of it all?"
A ear splitting screech pierces the dungeon and their ears as the humanoid ant marshal comes out of the young Monarch's shadow.
"It's Igris, my King!" Beru wailed out.
Jinwoo's eyes flash violet as his face morphs into that of his predecessor, seeking vengeance as he grabs Suho's wrist.
"Your mother's in danger. Come on!"
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The invaders came from above.
Hostile as heat seeking missles.
Three hunter savages fueled by strange blue mist; stardust, turning them into mist burn abominations, yet they could still speak normally.
Those three bastards vs Igris. Blazing at break neck speed to match and with just as much force, throwing each other around, wrecking the yard and surrounding trees.
Demolishing the house infrastructure after coming out of a golden rift that appeared right above the abode.
Taeshik Kang.
Dongsuk and Dongsoo Hwang.
All with a vendetta against Jinwoo.
Now targeting him where it hurts. You, his greatest weakness.
Regardless of nearby casualties.
Your eyes blazed red as the shadows enveloped you for protection but also to give you a shadow blade at each one of them whenever they got too close. Clashing with Taeshik's daggers or either of the Hwang brothers that tried running you over with their tank like builds.
"The little lady is fiery, I'll give her that." Donsuk sneered nastily.
"She'd make quite the fuck doll if that bastard Sung didn't already use her up." Dongsoo snarked out.
"I wouldn't mind making a cum dump all over her mangled corpse." Taeshik licked his heinous smiling lips at the image of it all.
"You piss ants." You hissed between heaves, your e/c eyes turning bright red.
"NO ONE WRECKS MY HOUSE!"
The shadows give your feet a boost to your heels as they lead you into the charge. Inflicting slashes at each of them, earning you enraged looks from them all.
Then the mist descended all around you from the rift. The strange blue mist was making you see things that were striking you at your core.
You couldn't breathe. Couldn't think clearly. Old chronic pains flaring up to suffocating despair.
You collapse as Igris covers you but these hunters were turning more and more like magic beasts, looking like zombies, their putrid mana making you choke out as you curl up into the fetal position, garbled sobs leaving you.
The golden rift in the sky crackles out violet sparks as two pressurized presences overtake it, sealing it behind them, extinguishing the drugged mist with their combined mana.
Jinwoo lets out his mana-infused Dragon's Fear from his soul, driving his old foes into a state of intense despair and panic, slivers of their lost humanity peeking out, letting Igris slam them away with his sword.
Beru and Bellion come forth from Jinwoo's shadow to aid Igris per their Monarch's orders, Monarch's Domain times two as father and son boost the shadows strength in violets and blues.
"Don't kill them yet. Just rough them up and buy us some time."
The threw marshals tackled these attackers through the air along with hordes of his shadows to ensure they get hold off for now.
He and Suho reach you, seeing nasty energy cracks spreading all over your spasming glowing eyed body that Suho cradles tight enough to keep you still, forcing the vial between your lips, the Elixir of Life smothering you saying their names repeatedly among words of loss and loneliness.
"This blue mist ... my shadow soldiers reported these Apostles distributing strange drugs that can trigger substantial boosts in E to C rank awakened beings ... with horrid side effects. But not like this."
Taking deep heated breathes just to settle down his tunnel vision for now, Jinwoo gets on his knees and holds you, watching the Elixir already working its magic in comforting light. "It's my fault ... I should have assigned more shadow security to you. I won't let any of them get away. Not even you."
"She's strong, Dad. She'll pull through ... she has to." Suho smothered you on one side, Jinwoo took your other side as your uneven heaving softens to tired puffs, the cracks mending on your skin, your trembling frame calming down.
"It's okay, Mom. You're gonna be ok." Suho squeezes your hand.
"He's right, love. You're stronger than this." Jinwoo kisses your clammy forehead when they both sensed the Miasma evaporating in your system, letting clean air in your lungs again as you gasp at the relief coming in.
The sight of Jinwoo's top three marshals dropping the disgraced zombified foes of the previous timeline one by one before you three, eminating a dash of the Apostles influence, servihg as the trigger for both men to get ready.
"Beru, stay with Y/n." The humanoid ant adheres to his liege as both men strip off their hoodies for you to use as a makeshift pillow and blanket.
"Don't get injured. They can infect you through wounds. Otherwise ..." Jinwoo cautions as he cracks his knuckles as Suho summons his sharp gauntlets, both men armoring up in similar fashion.
"Show no mercy."
Jinwoo went right for socking Dongsoo right in the gut, becoming a comet of roaring shadow fury as he shoves his former shadow soldier's face right through the ground, drawing haphazard patterns for miles.
"Whether in this timeline or the previous one, you're still rotten to the core. I'm disappointed in you, Greed." Jinwoo's eyes blazed violet as he teared off Hwang Dongsoo's arms apart like butter using telekinesis.
Crimson sprays the void as the bulging man wails from hate and agony, only for Jinwoo to stuff one of those amputated limbs into Dongsoo's mouth.
"You hurt my ANGEL ... you don't deserve MERCY!"
Craters fill the ground as Jinwoo slams Dongsoo's face first repeatedly in the same spot until his face showed his shattered skull to parallel Greed, his bloodied hand gutting out of his mouth and the cleaved arm stump impaled through the neck and sticking out in a crooked angle.
Jinwoo spat at the corpse after mutilating it to oblivion, crumbling into dust at his feet before his shadows made ready to arise him all over again.
"Not even death can save you."
Suho taking on both Dongsuk and Taeshik had him bolting like a bullet ricocheting between both foes, socking them both repeatedly as the hand to hand combat master that he's become at his young age, his eyes boiling to match the flame magic he spews right in their faces, summoning blizzards out of thin air to slow their advances enough for him to strike harder.
"You wasted your second chances. Every last one of you is done for."
He growls out as his sharpened gauntlets laid out relentless punches to Dongsuk's face before his sharpened fingertips cleave off the man'd crotch clean off.
Suho utiliIzing sharp, flaring shadow blades that curves upward and outward out of thin air, blocking Taeshik's stealthy strikes just from sensing his bloodlust, slicing off the assassin's jaw.
"No one harms my mom and gets to LIVE. NO ONE!"
The gurgled sounds coming from their gutted out throats came before he went to slicing them both in half. Stomping on their charred remains came first.
"Not even close to my level."
Taeshik Kang, now the Shadow ring glinting on Suho's finger thanks to his Shadow Creation skill, would prove useful to him from here on out. Turning Dongsuk into a shadow shield made the most sense in the heat of the moment.
The grainy corpses of these bastards littered the ruined family fields bothered them very much.
Holding onto you for dear life was their #1 priority. Jinwoo carried you bridal style as he made Greed slam himself face first in the ground too many times as a starter punishment, the marshals wincing at the pitiful sight.
"Our home." You whimper as you can barely make it out from the fog in your eyes.
"They're dead now, baby. You held yourself so well against them. You're gonna get better soon, baby, I promise you." He cooed in your ear.
Despite the house wreck and the damage dealt, he kept speaking so close to your face, hoping it'd be the lifeline to help you awaken.
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Your hand reaches out to the retreating figure of Jinwoo going into the unknown of the giant sealing rift, taking on Gods far from home. You were just grasping at wisps instead as he morphes into the embodiment of Nothingness that he is.
"Come back to me! Please!"
Your son was the same, resenting you both for abandoning him for years due to willing choices to leave just as Jinwoo did or due to forces beyond your control.
"Don't leave me. Why does everyone keep leaving me?"
You get sucked into a new rift. You lay crumbled uo in blood with nerves shot, fatigueness dragging you into the rain drenched grass of the former life you thought you escaped from long ago.
"I can't be here ... I'm ... dead ... I died here."
Broken family photos. A moldy crumbled home. Flashes of false cracked faces staring right at you from above the stormy dark skies, agonized screams of your name, layering on a torturous loop.
"No ... no ..."
Peaceful death beyond your reach now.
"NO!"
You gasp awake, your breathing patterns uneven as the ringing in your ears got cut through by the two persistent voices calling out your name, squeezing your shaking hands, now gripping them for support.
The invisible force pressing on your chest alleviated. Cold dread coats your being only to be patted away by warm cloth. Anxiety spikes in your veins yet familiar aura seeps into your nerves to settle you down. Your heart won't ever stop aching.
You blink the fuzz and water out of your eyes to see Jinwoo and Suho's faces clear as day, looking down at you from above, worry creasing their forehead and concern glinting in their eyes.
The first night you spent in the Realm of Repose played out this way, you awakening in the master bedroom bed as their mana keeps you tethered and safe from the realm's life sucking effects on mere mortals.
"Ack! Mom! I — I can't — ack — breathe! Agh — damn you're strong!" Suho chokes out and repeatedly taps your back as your arms flex, squeezing the literal life out of your baby boy serving as your focal point; his dashing face turning blue for real.
"Sarang, you're going to kill our flesh and blood at this rate. He just became a man." Jinwoo snorted a bit as he gently but firmly pulls Suho free from your chokehold. Said son collapses on the bed as he starts getting color back in his face.
Your breathing was haggard. You couldn’t stop shaking, feeling everything all at once. Jinwoo holds you tightly instead, letting you cover his front with tears as you claw at his back.
"Easy there. You need lots of proper rest for your body to feel better." Jinwoo's voice keeps you grounded as you got gently smooshed between them.
"Our house ... so many years worth of memories ... gone." You sniffled in the crook of Jinwoo's neck.
"We managed to salvage some things from the wreck. But, all of us being together is what matters most." Suho buries his face in your hair as he presses into your back from behind.
You were too drained to argue or ask questions, saving that for the next day. And yet, these next words came out of your quivering lips, oozing anxiety separation.
"I'll never be able to let either of you go. Today, tomorrow, someday ... you both will be so far away ... that I'll never reach you ... or stand with you."
"The feeling is mutual." Both of them held you throughout that first night, waiting until you eventually went back to sleep before they too settle for bed.
The muffled slams of Greed's endless bowing face plants from the opposite side of the kingdom, which gets felt through Jinwoo, is one of several things on his mind.
Old foes of a previous life that shouldn't have been able to remember him murdering them all first hand. This had the Itarim written all over it.
The next day was spent with you three divulging everything to each other, and burdening the load of that day together was what helped you all get through it.
Sharing what you saw while under the influence had your boys squeezing you to the point where they're ensuring you they weren't going anywhere. Not since that day.
The promise of rebuilding the house and heading back in Seoul hung in the air over the course of the next few days.
Soft pink roses. A tray littered with your favorite breakfast foods. And both your boys giving you cheek kisses as they surprise you on this special holiday.
"Happy Mother's Day, Mama."
Jinwoo stays with you in bed as Suho gets roped into training with Beru in the castle training grounds. Jinwoo's eyes flashed violet for a moment as he fed you and let you hold onto him.
He knew his voice, his scent, his very being anchored you. Just as yours stabilized him.
"Remember when Suho was still in preschool? And his teacher told you how scared the other kids were of him for seeing and hearing the shadows when they obviously couldn't." He murmurs out of the blue.
You nod as the shadows take away your now emptied tray to wash in the lower floor kitchen.
"So I sealed away his powers until he was old enough to train and earn them back ... but I even wanted to erase his memories about everything. Just so he could have a normal life and not be burdened like I was with this power. Do you recall what you said to me that night?"
Your anxious expression softens as his forehead kiss helped you open up on the matter, his arm keeping you against his side.
"It'd kill me inside for you to hide the truth from your own son his whole life. I didn't want him to be like other run of the mill kids. I wanted him to be true to himself ... regardless of what the world thought or brought to us. But I was only being selfish."
Jinwoo takes one of the roses to put behind your ear, his thumb brushing your cheek as he gazed deeply in your eyes.
"The power of the Monarchs keeps you isolated from living like a human anymore. I hid the sins I committed from family and friends ... fearing I'd lose their trust and faith in me. But Suho has every right to know the truth about his own parents. He was still an infant at the time ..."
The memories of that night float in your mind, you feeling his mind touch made your cheeks flush to his amusement a bit before you two see your grown up son running miles around Beru with the rest of the Shadow army cheering their young Monarch on.
"But I didn't want to take that choice away from him, even when he was only 4. I couldn't go through with it, not when I saw how crestfallen you looked in those beautiful teary eyes." Jinwoo murmurs, kisses your wet lashes, licks the salty streaks down your cheeks, and squeezes you more.
"As long as he has us, he'll know he's never truly alone. So I let him keep his memories. Beru wouldn't stop crying from relief that night. You became his new favorite from then on." Jinwoo's smile is felt in your head as he breathes in your hair scent; your unique fragrance.
"Jinwoo ... why are you telling me all this?"
His wry smile meets your lips.
"Because ... it reminds me of why I married you. You were willing to give me a chance despite all that I've done to keep you to myself. Your darkness pairs so well with mine. Even when I'm covered in blood and guts, you still look at me like I'm some righteous savior. Against all logic and reason, our devotion to each other stands strong."
Your hands cradle his fluffy head to pull him down for a kiss. "I have Death as my mate. And I love you too damn much to let go."
"And to me, you are the angel, dressed up in that bridal gown, carrying our little boy in your arms. That's the life I built with you and one I will protect ... even if it means bringing forth hell." The rasp and drawl of his tone makes you shiver.
"Even if we may have to live in this realm of yours from now on, just to keep me safe? Or when you may have to part ways with me for war?" You hit it right on the mark.
"Whether on Earth or deep in outer space, you and Suho stay with me. Regardless of whatever awaits us in the future, I won't risk losing you both." His narrowed eyes radiate addiction.
"And me becoming immortal? Unless I become a successor to one of the late Monarchs and go through what you did ... you two won't be with me or any of our loved ones in the sea of the World Tree. Even if I somehow become immortal and die with you, we won't end up in the same place together."
You groan as you fall back flat in bed, your head aching from this brain overload. Jinwoo tops you in bed, pressing his forehead to yours, making you face him.
"Having a multiverse to explore may possibilities is within my power. You know that. That's how I met you, after all. In that mundane world on the brink of collapse."
His hand cradles yours as his thumb brushes your ring finger.
"I love you more than life itself, Y/n. You and Suho are my whole word. My reason for fighting. Should we die, I'll ensure we all don't end up in different places, but together in the World of Nothingness, stuck in eternal sleep ... as morbid as all of that sounds."
His dry chuckle meets your tired giggle as you both spend the next hour kissing, stripping off each other's clothes, and grinding in bed together. "I prefer your kind of morbid, honey."
"Another reason why I love you, the most brilliant wife in creation. No Apostles, Itarim, or foolish hunters can keep us apart. When Suho ties the knot someday, may he find his own beloved angel. Like me."
His bare back flexes as he grips the headboard while your ankles lock at his lower back, your symphony of moaning devotion makes his cock twitch as he creampies that succulent pussy of yours with all of him.
Jinwoo's radiant stare aims at the screen, affirming his stance on the matter to all who have been watching, ogling you, his darling wife, that he loves too much.
