I wanted to address my silence for so long, and to be honest I put this up for weeks because I had no idea where to begin. I have been mia since last November. I can’t say it was a hiatus because I often thought of discontinuing this blog.
The engene community on tumblr has given me nothing but love and friendship, but I kept doubting my abilities and wondering if all this effort had an end- and no, it doesn’t. I made this blog because I was passionate about something and wanted to use my talent to destress, to have fun with other users with shared interests and somewhere along the way I lost sight of this.
My university pressure and writer’s slump made me pessimistic and I avoided hoony2k for so long. It didn’t feel like a safe space but something that brought anxiety. I hated that I felt like this from an environment that I worked so hard in cultivating. So much has happened in the past months, I was physically ill to the point where I thought it would never get better, my university kicked me up and down, my brain felt drained and too messy to come up with any creative idea. The haphazardness and uncertainty never stopped. And it never will.
Re-reading my past work forced me to go back to a time where I was thriving, it wasn’t the best work, and not to toot my own horn but it certainly wasn’t the worst. It was creative and fun, thrilling and I want that again. To re-achieve that state of passion, I have to be patient with myself yet force myself. To everyone I have kept waiting for so long (yes anon, I kept thinking of the riki fic), I am sorry. I apologise for literally vanishing off the face of the earth but there are bright days ahead. And if not, I will make the sky sunny.
There is so much left in the drafts, there is so much planned out, and I want to share it again. This was a hobby, and it’s going to feel like one again. Thank you for all the support and love you all have given me throughout this journey, I hope our bond strengthens as we see each other again. There were certain users I was too afraid to speak to, probably still am but thinking of them motivated me once more. Thank you in each way you have helped me.
You were a werewolf, he was a vampire, both corporate slaves, can I make it more obvious?
Pairing: vampire! Jake x werewolf! reader ft human! sunghoon
Genre: enemies to somewhat lovers, work place au!, they like each other but don't know that yet au (?)
Word count: 1k+
Warnings: none just imaginary strangling as a metaphor for love
Note: it took me a day to write this but 3 years to decorate it. Hope you enjoy it as much as i did writing it. Jake ily ♡
Masterlist
The hum of the printer had just begun when a sudden scent filled your senses. It was unmistakable, completely unavoidable. The stench of earth and ruins overflooded you and the realisation of who had entered your sanctuary dawned upon you. Of course, it was him, the same man who walked either unaware or unbothered that the breath of death clung onto him as he marched into the office.
With unholy steps, the vampire stacked his papers right next to yours. A deep exhale left your nostrils in an attempt to calm your annoyance and to distract yourself from his suffocating scent.
“Jaeyun”, you growled.
He rolled his eyes in weak irritation and waved his hand around as a greeting though it hung in the air as an insult.
He shoved your papers near the edge of the table. “I’m going to be your supervisor soon. Better learn to show me respect”.
You stalked up to him, abandoning your post by the printer that dutifully spit out documents you were scanning. You pointed an accusing finger in his face.
He jerked his head backwards, and a strand landed perfectly on his forehead: vampires and their stupid innate visual perfection. You shoved your finger in his face once more and he scowled, your claw barely missed poking his eye.
“Good luck trying to save your skin after I get promoted. I’m going to make you wish you never left Hell”, you snarl.
He smacked your hand away and laughed loudly, dull eyes scanning you up and down with a burst of interest.
“He didn’t tell you?”
You squinted your eyes at him despite not needing to do so, though it allowed you to appear intimidating, Jake’s expression wavered from arrogance to mild discomfort until his smug smile returned to his plush pink lips.
He leaned closer to you and sinfully whispered the words he knew you could easily hear.
“Heeseung took me to dinner last night. Bought me the classic five-star steak, and showed off his black card”. You raised a brow in disbelief at the story. There was no way your boss would be stupid enough to show blatant favouritism before choosing who gets his comfy chair and floor to ceiling window office.
You turned your back to Jake, conveying the most apathetic look you could muster. He sensed your sceptical attitude and brought a poisoned apple for you to bite.
The printer beeped, you took out the printed files and then crouched down to reach for the fresh stack of A4 papers to add to the printer.
Jake inspected his short nails when he spoke once more.
“Yeah, he told me a story of how he sent some dumb mutt chasing ghosts”, he ended the sentence in a sing-song manner which did more than grab your attention.
You bumped your head under the table as you hastily stood to your feet, heels allowing you see the other man eye to eye. Fingers shaking with anger, you fumbled through the newly printed documents and sparks inflamed inside you when you realised that it was true. Heeseung had asked you to print out all the files Sunoo Kim from Sales emailed him-they were merchant details from last year. You weren’t even printing out the updated version. This was all useless information from months ago. Jaeyun wasn’t lying, he acted as Heeseung’s pathetic date last night.
By the time your consciousness allowed you to return to the present, Jaeyun had doubled over in laughter. His eyes were misty with unshed tears, lashes fluttering. His boyish giggles echoed through the room and resonated in your heart with a sick clang. He had his head thrown back revealing the long curve of his neck and angular jaw, his strong shoulders hidden under a pristine dress shirt shook with each deep breath. He covered his face with his hand to calm himself but his loud laughter increased when he met the fury in your eyes.
God, he truly was beautiful. And he’d look ethereal with your hands around his neck trying to end his infinite life.
The next course of action occurred in a blink of an eye. Had Jaeyun not been occupied with his fit, he could have blocked you or certainly halted you with ease. Though, fortune seemed to favour you. In less than a second, your nails automatically grew and hands flew to his collar, with all your body weight pushed upon him, he stumbled backwards until his back harshly collided with the wall and he choked out a silent gasp. The numerous tables in the room shook gently with the impact, ink, staplers and whatnot clanged in their plastic containers but you paid attention to the noise.
You ignored how Jaeyun’s raised brows returned to their usual height, how his dilated pupils shrank then grew again at the sight of you, how his shock morphed into delight and he stretched his lips to show off his teeth, fangs challenged you further, begged you.
His arms hung by his sides even when a crumb of the drywall ceiling fell onto his gelled hair, painting his dark locks silver.
You shuddered in a deep breath to calm yourself before you did worse like actually punch his pretty face. That would be a ticket straight to HR, a perfect opportunity for Jaeyun to bad-mouth you. His collar crinkled under your grip, your nails were close to tearing holes in the stiff material.
Your voice felt like hot venom to Jaeyun.
“I want you to get lost and find someone else to entertain your childish behaviour before I-”,
Sudden advancing steps paused your threat at the tip of your tongue. Grip on his collar loosening, you allowed his body to slide an inch down, his heel finally touching the ground though Jaeyun continued to stare at you, clearly unconcerned regarding your change in attitude.
The door of the small printing room was flung open and revealed co-worker Park Sunghoon with a bright smile adorning his face. For a minute second minute period he stared at the questionable position he found you two with perplexity, but his charming expression did not diminish.
Instead, he chose to ignore whatever might have been happening and stepped closer to you, arms stretched out for what you and Jaeyun presumed to be an oncoming hug. Your nails shrunk to their normal length and Jaeyun zipped his mouth shut.
Immediately, you were proven right as Sunghoon engulfed your bodies in his, his arms went wide trying to hug two bodies together. The dusty bleak scent of vampires merged with the human’s pure scent infused with spicy perfume and you held your breath. With one final squeeze that pushed your face into Jaeyun’s neck, Sunghoon decided to kill the intimacy. You poked an elbow in Jaeyun’s ribs in a petty fashion and he shoved you backwards in return.
Sunghoon’s immense glee was what blinded him from your sour expressions. His arms never fell to his sides, they hung in the air in an invisible web, ready for another hug. You tiptoed closer to the table and Jaeyun pretended to need something from the printer. Then, Sunghoon’s words had the blood drain from Jaeyun’s face and fired icy dread in your stomach.
“You guys will not believe what happened! I got promoted to Supervisor!”
Jaeyun stood dead in shock but you marched towards Sunghoon, expression laced with confusion and a hint of hope that this may simply be a misunderstanding. Sunghoon wasn’t even a candidate. He wasn’t present during the interviews. He joined the company this year. Jaeyun and you had been around for longer, given your hard work, intellect and slaved away for more hours than Sunghoon ever had-
Said man grabbed your shoulder delicately, the innocent smile remained on his face. “I know! I was as surprised as you guys are. I didn’t think Heeseung liked me”.
You were rendered speechless. Sunghoon let his hand fall to his side, then stared around in evident awe, still in disbelief. He gave you and Jaeyun one final nod and smiled.
“I gotta run guys, I just wanted to share the news with my two buddies”.
The door clicked shut softly and the sound brought Jaeyun back to life and he fell to his knees. He cursed under his breath once, then twice. You sighed deeply and felt all anticipation for future purchases wash down the drain. Jaeyun shook his head and stared you right in the face.
“That guy doesn’t even know my landline number”.
You answered with another sigh, shoulders slumped.
“That’s bare minimum information. Hell, I know your number by heart”, he spoke loudly.
You glanced at his feeble attempt to connect the dots. On a usual day, you would have watched him suffer, you would have enjoyed it so much. The bittersweet taste of seeing his furrowed brows and pout left you with the satisfaction of knowing something he didn’t. Yet, there was no joy in watching him crumble today. You answered his questions for him.
“He doesn’t care about us. He came here to brag, Jaeyun. It’s that simple,” you picked up the printed documents and traced the dates. You debated throwing them but the thought of wasting paper stopped you. “He doesn’t have lunch with us or any of the other employees. He just disappears”.
Jaeyun sprung up to his feet, hand reaching the table to balance himself. He was far too close to you and he turned his face to look at you, inches closer than before. You could count the pores on his face and see yourself reflected in hollowness of his dark eyes. Your eyes trailed the long slope of his nose bridge, his cupids bow, then you forced yourself to a stop.
It took him a moment to collect his composure, a futile attempt to wear his usual smug face but you could tell he couldn’t be bothered to keep face.
Both of you lost the war.
It was the vampire’s turn to sigh. “I guess we know who he was having lunch dates with”. He spat out the word ‘date’. You spared a gentle glance at him, actually soaking his presence in for once.
There were no weapons aimed at you nor were there any threats you were about to spit at him. For once, you looked at him.
Jaeyun was tall, confidence oozed from his body language and words, he wasn’t bad to look at either. This was probably the first ‘non-work’ (as much as it could be) conversation you two shared, the most decent you two had ever been before.
You flung the papers in the bin, shoved them all inside then stomped on them for personal satisfaction. Jaeyun watched with a raised brow as you turned to him, your shoulders pulled back and a flirty smile hung on your lips. You had transformed your self beforr his eyes, gazed sweetly as him instead of scowling at his entire being.
He could get used to this.
“Wanna grab lunch early?”.
He mirrored your smile, canines out on display. He watched how your eyes narrowed at him and he responded ny scanning you up and down with hooded eyes.
What was this shift in the limbo, a peace treaty? Truce? Whatever it was, it wasn’t friendship that swam in your eyes. It was a silent challenge, a howl that called to his unbeating heart. Whatever it was, Jaeyun was ready to drown himself in it.
“What are we waiting for?”.
Thank you for reading! please do not edit/translate/copy.
Synopsis: You've never had the best luck with love or in life, maybe that's why you're being comforted by your boyfriend's brother who happens to look identical to him.
Pairing: sunghoon x reader
Genre: a mix of fluff and angst, sunghoon is a twin, right person wrong time trope,
Warnings: mentions of being cheated on (reader)
Word Count: 1k
Note: hii another sunghoon post! I enjoyed writing this so much..why'd i eat with the title need to pat myself on the back
library
It's strange seeing your lover but not truly seeing them. Next to you under the dim porch light , sits Sunghoon with a cold glass of water.
The glass is frosty with condensation, droplets trickle down the boy's fingertips and your throat is flooded with an onset of emotions. His wrist must hurt from being in a rigid position for so long but there is no courage inside you that could take the glass from him.
It should be Sungjin next to you, but it's not- it's his identical twin brother. Park Sunghoon. The shadow. The ghost. The one no one talks about in family dinners, and often forget to message Happy Birthday!
Sunghoon lingers a comfortable distance, near enough for you to feel his warm yet far enough for you two appear as friends. He's always been respectful towards you, never dared to bring you discomfort, subtly looked out for you when he knew his brother was ignorant to your moods. Though, his kind actions never missed your radar.
Common sense urges you to thank him for the water, take the glass from him and down it in one go to prevent another pitiful crying session. But, your eyes are already misty. Sunghoon seem to doesn't mind the wait. You sniffle.
For eons the silence between your bodies stretches on. The house is vibrant with life and colour, muffled cheers and laughter resonate periodically. The wooden floor you took salvation in vibrates with bass.
Inside everyone in the Park family is celebrating Sungjin's new job across the country and you're bleeding out on the porch. Not alone in misery though, as it seems.
You almost don't recognise yourself when you speak, voice scratchy.
"I wish I never found out".
"Don't say that", Sunghoon whispers harshly. It almost floats away in the breeze but you catch it. You always caught his low murmurs and comments whispered under his breath.
Head heavy with shame you bow to nothing in particular. The deities must be laughing at you. How stupid were you really?
There's a shuffle as Sunghoon comes closer, his dry hand rests on your knee, warm, anchoring. the flame in your heart flickers dangerously.
From your peripheral, you eye him up and down.
His features look exactly like Sungjin's. Soft sloped nose sealed with a beauty mark near the ends, strong prominent eye brows and pouty plush lips. Though Sungjin has shorter hair that doesn't curl behind his ears, bleached so many times in his youth the ends are dry. Sunghoon doesn't have a mole on his left ear, a slight crooked canine or a rumble in his voice.
But Sungjin doesn't look at you like this. Hasn't looked at you like this- in years.
Brown eyed Sunghoon looks at you as if you're the most wonderful person he's ever seen. What swims in his pupils is fondness and a hint of worry, of protectiveness.
Sungjin looked at you as if he wished you were someone else. Almost as if he was trying his hardest to envision the doe eyed girl-who lived across the country-you caught him with.
And maybe you're a hypocrite for crying over him and whining about how he wronged you. Because your mind reels you back to occasions where you met his family, in those small moments where you disappeared in the background as Sungjin took the stage, or when Sungjin wasn't breathing down your neck for wearing a sleeveless dress, you caught yourself staring at Sunghoon.
Alone and silently wandering near the kids table. In those moments, it was only you and Sunghoon, trapped in a second together. A sweet secret moment where you truly saw him. Even if the adults didn't. Though, those moments lasted short, filled with Sunghoon rapidly asking you questions and your responding as quick, throwing in a joke or two, aware that something in the interaction would eventually become a secret inside joke. A fond jest he'd refer to during the next reunion, perhaps when he'd find you in the kitchen or when he'd raise his eyebrows at you from across the room. The pair of you trapped in time as all around you blurred past.
The feeling was mutual, it was pure, it was fondness, it was nothing serious.
"I wish I fell for you instead", your body moves on autopilot and you can't believe what you had just said. Shocked at the self discovery, a battle begins within you. Your face is warm with shame and guilt for roping him in your emotions, but you're relieved at the birth of the sentence. It was like finally confronting your reflection. Your heart felt lighter but your face heat up with shame.
Saying it out loud unsheathed the hidden truth, forced you to come in terms with the bitter reality. Sungjin stopped loving you when he was accepted as an intern in another city, maybe along the quiet days and lonely nights, you forgot how to love. Confused love for a routine, to be the polite, pretty partner wrapped around his arm.
Sunghoon sucks in a deep breath. His blown out pupils hide under his lids, lips pulled in a taunt line. Then he goes limp.
He slouches over his long legs clad in a black trouser, elbows resting on his knees.
Sunghoon's head hangs low, dark hair covering his face yet through the gaps of locks you see his eyes and his long yearning desires. His fingers, red from the cold sensation are numb, intentionally tipping the glass until water splatters on the chipped off wooden stairs. He lets the angle of his hand pour water until the amount doesn't reach the tip. Until it stops and the liquid can only slosh in the container.
Half full, half empty.
You glance at the small darkening spot, the wood dutifully soaking it all in. Then, stare at Sunghoon. Lip caught between his teeth, his eyes stare blankly at the ground but you drown in the abyss of despair and temptation inside them.
"I wish you fell for me too".
thank you for reading! Please do not edit/translate/copy.
Hii!! It's exam season </3 so I'll be taking off for 1-2 weeks. After they finish I'll actually re-start posting more work. I have this nasty habit of writing + finishing several pieces and not posting them one by one...instead I let them marinate and then spam post (this is what I'd do when I first started and it was kinda insane of me) so:
1. Sunghoon fic
Title: Myth of Sisyphus
Genre: fluff, slight angst, university au!, ta! sunghoon.
2. Jake fic
Title: Strike his heart
First part of the series Dead of the night
Genre: horror, vampire au!, super store au! (yes the show), enemies to lovers.
Hii!! It's exam season </3 so I'll be taking off for 1-2 weeks. After they finish I'll actually re-start posting more work. I have this nasty habit of writing + finishing several pieces and not posting them one by one...instead I let them marinate and then spam post (this is what I'd do when I first started and it was kinda insane of me) so:
1. Sunghoon fic
Title: Myth of Sisyphus
Genre: fluff, slight angst, university au!, ta! sunghoon.
2. Jake fic
Title: Strike his heart
First part of the series Dead of the night
Genre: horror, vampire au!, super store au! (yes the show), enemies to lovers.
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