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𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬
[ ☆ ] — kim jongin ★☁︎ bangchan
[ ☆ ] — on-going series ★☁︎ completed series
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➳ published: 19.07.18 || finished: 04.01.20
➳ asylum!au || monster!au || power!au
➳ series || genre: dark || violence || smut || angst || rated: m
➳ pairing: kim jongin x oc (alice)
➳ summary: In different life, Jongin would have lived a good life - a happy life but this isn’t the life he lives now. His mind has been corrupted, his body working against him and his life means nothing to those experimenting on him - except for her. The one shred of hope he clings to and the one person he can’t seem to push away.
Chapter One || Chapter Two || Chapter Three || Chapter Four || Chapter Five || Chapter Six || Chapter Seven || Chapter Eight || Chapter Nine || Chapter Ten || Chapter Eleven || Chapter Twelve [FINAL]
➳ Moodboard created by @mint-yooxgi; also in collaboration with this queen<3
➳ published: 24.03.19 || finished: 13.10.19
➳ yandere!au
➳ series || genre: horror || smut || angst || rated: m
➳ pairing: kim jongin x reader
➳ summary: Jongin’s been your best friend for years, he knows everything about you because he fills every position in your life that you need - everything but the one thing he wants to be.
➳ warning: This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as obsession, possessive natures, manipulative behaviour, jealousy and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.
Chapter One written by @mint-yooxgi || Chapter Two written by me || Chapter Three written by @mint-yooxgi || Chapter Four written by me || Chapter Five written by @mint-yooxgi || Chapter Six [FINAL] written by me
➳ published: 19.07.19 || finished: 01.12.19
➳ racer!au || gang!au || car shop!au
➳ series || genre: smut || romance || angst || violence || rated: m
➳ pairing: kim jongin x reader (nicknamed vixen)
➳ summary: He’s the King of the Streets, drives too fast, smokes and drinks, wears black leather and breaks heart; Kim Jongin is the bad boy that girls love and fathers hate. You’re his blast from the past, the one who he could never get over and the reason he hates strawberries and the colour red. You’re trouble for him and he loves it.
Moodboard created by @xiuminscheeks
Chapter One || Chapter Two || Chapter Three || Chapter Four || Chapter Five || Chapter Six || Chapter Seven [FINAL]
➳ published: 31.03.22
➳ asylum!au || genre: smut || dark || rated: m
➳ pairing: psycho!bangchan x nurse!reader (fem)
➳ summary: getting made to work the night shift, you're assigned to the ward the dealt with the more... demented of the patients. the ones who are a danger to society. except for him - or so you think
➳ word count: 11.8k
➳ warnings: corruption, slow burn, minor character death, blood, violence, swearing, public sex, borderline joker/harley vibes, dark themes, dom/sub themes, psychopathic elements [do not read if uncomfortable]
➳ author's note: thank you to @soluvcore and @sanjoongie for reading this over! all feedback is welcome and encouraged, please let me know what you think!
When you got the job at Wayward Souls Psychiatric Hospital, you thought that you had hit the jackpot. For years, you worked hard and managed to become a qualified psychiatric nurse while not ending up on the ward yourself. You thought that everything must be looking up from here; you got a new job, your boyfriend and you recently moved in together and life just seemed to be on the up and up.
Until the rose-coloured glasses came off and you realised that things weren’t as good as what you thought they were.
You tried not to complain, you always lived to be more optimistic than most people but when everything seemed to crumble around you – even your optimism couldn’t save you from cursing the world. The boyfriend of your dreams turned out to be a cheating liar and left you in the apartment alone without any closure. The apartment itself had a few problems but those seemed to pale in comparison to the job that you had so eagerly signed up for. Wayward Souls Hospital was misnamed, you would call it an asylum more than a hospital and the jobs that the other nurses always had you doing were nothing more than janitorial at best.
Cleaning, there isn’t a wall in these rooms that you haven’t scrubbed at some point over the past month. Washing, you’re sure that you’ve cleaned every item at least three times a week. You’ve had to go down to the basement twice, by yourself with nothing more than a flashlight and radio because storms always cause outages so guess who has to go and flip the breaker? Shower time is something that you’ve truly come to hate because the other nurses always make sure that you get the ones who need to be scrubbed with hot, soapy water – and bite.
When you thought life was looking up, it seemed like you were actually looking at your future Hell on Earth and while you always smile through it all, doing your best to not let it bring you down – you slowly start to understand why some of these patients are here. Telling yourself that you could never commit arson, or murder, that you are far too kind to do such things is the only way you keep yourself sane.
“Have you cleaned the shower drains?” Ryujin comes in and asks while you lay out in the garden on your break. The garden at Wayward Souls is the only redeeming quality that this place has; patients are always encouraged to spend time outside and some can plant in the gardens but what you love the most is the rose garden and its hidden little bench by the pond. “It’s Sunday, the drains need to be cleaned.” She continues like you didn’t hear her the first time.
With a heavy sigh, you sit up and put on your best smile, “yes, I did it before I took my break.” You look at her and Ryujin narrows her eyes as if she didn’t believe you. You are certain that you cleaned those drains because you frantically scrubbed your hands and cleaned underneath your nails after you had disposed of the trash. Even while wearing gloves, a mask and a spare change of clothes so that your uniform didn’t get dirty, you always felt unclean when cleaning here because of the various bodily fluids, hair and… nails, you would find.
As if she isn’t completely satisfied with the fact that you’ve been doing your job – and doing it well – she looks over at you when you’ve finally laid back down before turning on her heel and very dramatically trips over her own feet. You don’t see it happen, you only hear her cry out for help as she lands with her back in the nearest rose bush. “Help!” She cries and you scramble to stand up, rushing to her side while you wave to one of your co-workers to help you.
“Ryujin, how- what happened?” You frantically ask, worried as you see the blood on her white scrubs. While she isn’t grievously harmed, you can tell that she did manage to gain a few deep scratches on her biceps and upper thighs but she had managed to save her face from getting cut by any stray branches.
“I tripped over something,” you look around where you are and can’t find anything that would cause such a fall. “Don’t you look at me like that!” She spits out when you look back at her, questions ready on the tip of your tongue, “do you really think I would do this to myself?”
The way that she snaps at you causes you to recoil and shake your head, hands raised defensively. “No, I didn’t say that-”
“Then what were you going to say?” You know that with the way that she’s behaving that there is no way that you could possibly win this argument so you sigh and shake your head, mumbling your apology which only causes her to huff, “that’s what I thought.” As you help her towards the building, you know that the conversation about who is going to cover her night shift is going to come into question. You’ve been there for the last few hours and so you know, you just know that you will be one of the lovely contestants that are going to be looked at to do the job.
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“All you have to do is go down the hallway at set intervals and check on everyone,” Johnny says as he points at the cameras that show the ward that you’ll be covering. “We take turns, one watches while the other goes down and makes sure that the patients aren’t doing anything that they shouldn’t be doing.”
You had known that you would be chosen, your terrible luck has proven you right once more, but what you didn’t realise was that you would be pulling a graveyard shift covering the ward that everyone has so charmingly named: Eternal Darkness. You had learnt in your first week there that this is the ward where the real crazies go, the ones who are insane and a danger to society as well as themselves. A lot of them are in straight jackets, padded rooms, with no shoelaces or anything that could even remotely be used as a weapon against themselves or anyone else. The one benefit to this ward was that the majority were heavily medicated and thus, they were quiet and too out of it to care about the nurses checking in on them periodically.
“Don’t talk to Room 1003.” You hear tapping on the screen and pay attention to the room that Johnny is referring to. “No matter what he says, don’t talk to him.”
“Why?” Does it really matter? No. Are you planning on striking up a conversation with anyone when it was your turn to do the rounds? Definitely not, but it is rather curious to be told not to talk to someone when a lot of the time, you’ve been encouraged to make the patients feel as human as you possibly can in this… hospital.
Johnny thinks for a moment and you can see it in his eyes, the thought on whether he should tell you or not before he shakes his head. “He’s been here for about five years and there’s been talk that he drives people insane.”
You snort, causing him to look at you with a serious expression and you try to keep yourself from laughing even more. “Nobody can be that bad, you’re making it sound like he has superpowers or something.” Johnny shrugs and you giggle, covering your mouth to stifle the sound. While life has made things rather hellish for you lately, you still cannot believe that people are inherently bad – that there is pure evil in the world – so, while Johnny is standing there, trying to argue the case about how the patient is the Antichrist, you simply couldn’t wrap your head around it. “I’ll take the warning but I’m sure he’s not that bad, have you ever spoken to him yourself?” His silence telling you that he hasn’t and making your face soften slightly, “then you can’t be listening to the rumours that are clearly spread to disturb people. It’s like when people make things up about hospitals being haunted and that they see a ghost and as time goes by, everyone believes it without a doubt because the mind is playing tricks on them.”
Johnny shakes his head at you, sitting down in his chair while you head to grab your sandwich out of your bag, “I heard about you, the nurse with too much pep in her step. Even when you’re given the shitty jobs, you always do it with a smile and cheerful attitude.” You smile as you sit down, not finding that an insult at all because you’ve heard that a lot, “I really thought they would have broken you.” He grumbles under his breath but you manage to hear it, the words causing you to freeze slightly before you take a bite.
Has this been their goal all along, to make you bitter like the rest of them, to make you see the world in black and white with no joy at all in your life?
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Somehow, one night working the shift turned into a week and the week had turned into a month; it was like some sick twist of fate had happened and you somehow got stuck doing the late-night shifts with Johnny – who wasn’t the worst person to be with but he definitely wasn’t the best. You hadn’t stopped thinking about what he said, how they haven’t managed to break you and whenever you brought it up, he would tell you one horrifying story after another about the way this place would ruin everything good about a person until they become as heartless as some of the patients here. The only benefit that comes with working this shift is that you don’t have to do the terrible cleaning jobs that they’ve been making you do since you started – however, now you are stuck with patients who love to scream at all hours of the night and try to grab your shirt when you walk past.
It’s not always bad, you tell yourself, it could be worse. They have their shower times during the day, they also have bathrooms attached to their rooms so you don’t have to escort anyone, and the most that you’ve interacted with a patient is when one had asked you for pudding. You knew that you shouldn’t really but there was no harm in it so you snuck a pudding to him on your next round, earning a small smile that brightened your night.
The small things.
“I haven’t heard anything from that patient you warned me about,” you say one night after returning from your check. “He always seems to be sleeping whenever I walk past.”
Johnny snorts, leaning back in his chair and placing his feet up on the table, “maybe he’s dead.” He chuckles before shaking his head, “he’s an insomniac but they’ve upped his medication so maybe he finally gets some sleep.” You can hear in his voice that he doesn’t necessarily care, that it’s just an observation more than him caring about the patient’s health. “Well, it’s my turn.”
You sit there, watching Johnny on the camera walk down the corridor when you notice a face peer through the window of Room 1003. Leaning closer, you try and distinguish the face, a face that has made you curious for the entire month considering you haven’t seen it yet but you can’t tell anything from the grainy black and white stream. Other than his lips moving. “Johnny said not to talk to him…” You ponder out loud, watching Johnny stop briefly by the door before carrying on and when he leaves, the face has disappeared but your curiosity hasn’t. There are so many questions in your mind that you barely even notice Johnny’s presence when he comes back, chewing your pinkie finger in thought until he taps you on the shoulder.
“You hungry?” He asks, eyebrow raised as you sit still, pinkie still in your mouth and eyes looking at him for a moment before you come back to the present.
“Oh…” You let out a nervous laugh and shake your head, “no, I was just thinking.” You wipe your hand on your shirt as your eyes go back to the screen that shows the corridor he was just down, “you warned me not to talk to that patient but I noticed that you spoke to him.”
“Nah, he asked if I could get him a bag of liquorice tomorrow but I told him that I wouldn’t.” You look a little horrified that he would turn down a patient’s request, “this isn’t a holiday for them, they are here for a reason so why should they get luxuries?” You’ve learnt not to argue with him because arguing gets you nowhere but that doesn’t stop you from feeling bad for him. He’s been here a while from what you’ve heard so that means he’s missed out on a lot of things that he may have had in his daily life and the food here isn’t the best so you try to imagine what it must be like. It’s sad, something you shouldn’t be feeling sad about but it doesn’t stop the slight pang in your chest.
You shouldn’t, but you’re going to.
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It takes you a week to pluck up the courage to bring the patient the sweet treat that you had bought, you just weren’t certain whether Johnny would remember such an interaction so you waited and took your time to do it. You have the prime opportunity tonight, Johnny is tired and happens to be asleep every time you do your rounds which honestly, isn’t very professional but what you’re about to do isn’t professional either. Making your way down the hallway, you walk with your hands in your pockets before you stop in front of the door of your pudding patient – Minho. You’ve had small conversations with the man, nothing too deep or revealing but you’ve learnt that he loves cats and misses his three pets that he’s had to leave in the care of his friend while he’s been here. “One day,” he always says, “one day I’ll have them back.”
You never get too close to the patient’s doors when you do your rounds unless you need to check in on them but you always take a peep in Minho’s room and smile because he seems to rip all the cat pictures from magazines and sticks them to the wall with chewing gum. Disgusting but endearing in its own way.
“Here you go,” you say as you walk to the door and place the pudding cup and wooden spoon by the small opening in his door for him to take. “I had a look and saw you requested some paper and crayons?” Minho blinks as he looks at you, nodding slowly while his hands quickly take the pudding, “I can find you some colouring books with cats in them, I know that recreation time for you isn't as long as the others so that way you have something to do in your room. Would you like that?” Another nod, cautious but with the hint of a smile. It’s not surprising really, you know that a lot of the nurses here don’t seem to care much about the patients so your interactions with Minho are always touch and go because he must be waiting for the day where you turn like the rest of them.
Not that you will. You refuse to let them win like that.
“I’ll collect your trash on my next round, okay?” You say before continuing your walk down the hallway, reaching the end where Room 1003 is. “H-hello?” You say, standing on your tiptoes as you look through his window and find that the man isn’t laying on his bed, back to you, like he normally is. He’s sitting on the bed, elbows resting on his knees while staring at his hands. You cannot see his face is hidden in the dark as he doesn’t have his light on and the only light provided is what comes through the small door window, which you’re covering by looking through. “Can you hear me?” His head turns towards you and you gasp as you see him.
You aren’t sure what you had been expecting when you finally met him, when you finally put a face to the mysterious rumours you’ve heard about the ‘psychotic, twisted, murderous patient’ but what you are met with – isn’t even close to what you may have thought. His black hair is messy like he’s just woken up and his dark eyes are emphasised by the dark circles underneath, you wonder if he’s slept at all with how hollow and empty they make his eyes look, his lips are downturned but not quite frowning, more like he’s annoyed by someone speaking to him.
He stares at you for a moment, taking in your wide-eyed expression before tilting his head as his lips pull up at the corners into a slight smirk. “Ah, the angelic nurse. I’ve heard about you.” His voice is soft, surprisingly soft for the way he looks, “what do I owe the pleasure of finally meeting your acquaintance?”
It takes you a moment to collect your thoughts and respond, “oh,” you take the liquorice bag from your pocket and place it down for him to grab. “Johnny told me that you had asked for liquorice last week.” The man looks at the open slot, eyeing the bag suspiciously before looking up at you for an answer. It takes you a moment, a small smile on your lips before you look behind at the camera and realise that you may be running out of time. “I guess that I like to make sure that my patients are looked after because something like a sweet treat isn’t that bad and I think it’s silly to be denied it.” There’s a silence that falls that has you shifting a little uncomfortably in your spot as he looks at you. “Well, I better get going. Don’t tell Johnny, I’ll get in trouble.” Rushing away, you quickly head back to the nurse’s office and let out a sigh of relief when you find Johnny still asleep in his chair.
Taking your seat next to him, you look at your phone before the voice in the back of your mind tells you to look at the cameras. Squinting slightly, you notice that the patient in Room 1003 has taken the bag which has you smiling a little before you look at the window of his room and notice that he’s standing there, staring at the camera – almost like he’s looking directly at you.
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Looking at the bag, Chan grins, chuckling to himself as he lays down on his bed and rips it open with his teeth. The chewy, teeth-rotting sweet raspberry liquorice is a nostalgic taste, something he hasn’t indulged in for a few years – six, to be exact. He wonders if you’re as sweet as he chews his first piece in thought, the flavours rich on his tongue that have had nothing but bland asylum meals in what feels like a lifetime.
It would have been so easy to ask for your name but then where would the fun be in that? Wouldn’t it be much more exciting to learn everything from your conversations with Minho and then impress you the next time he spoke to you? Chan thinks about how you would react, it’s been a while since he got to mess with any of the nurses. The males refuse to give him much time or attention, refuse to play along. Johnny always ignored him, hearing his reputation and knowing it’s better to keep away than to be caught up in his web. However, the females? Ryujin was a real delight, just as crazy as they all were here but she knew what she wanted and she took it, but you? Oh, you look so innocent in comparison to the other nurses which made you perfect.
Nothing excites him more than the thought of slowly corrupting the innocent.
You wouldn’t know about anything that happens in this place, so doe-eyed and fresh, you wouldn’t have been pulled down to the level that the rest of them are at. Ironic really, how those who are meant to be helping them are just as crazy as they are but the only difference is that they aren’t a danger to society. Unlike him. Chan is willing to show you though, have your eyes opened to the chaos that resides within these walls and the more you aren’t willing to accept, the more he’ll push until you can’t resist it because everyone has a little bit of darkness residing inside them – all it takes is the right person to help drag it out.
Kicking or screaming, either way is fine.
A dark chuckle passes through his lips as he bites down on another piece of liquorice, thinking about his new toy to play with before hiding the bag down the side of his bed. He wouldn’t want anyone to notice that someone has snuck him in a treat – not that anyone would really care. Chan stares up at the roof, the darkness around him only broken by the light coming through his door window and sleep doesn’t greet him until he hears your soft footsteps coming down the hall. So pretty. He wonders if he should let Ryujin know that, he knows how jealous she can be and he’s well aware that she despises your positive attitude. Wouldn’t it be interesting to see what his last toy does to the shiny new plaything that’s come into his sights?
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Chan’s days are dreadfully mundane except for the one hour of recreation time he’s allowed. The day starts with their ward being collected and taken to the mess hall to eat, given their pills to keep them agreeable before sitting them down to force grey slope into their bodies, washing it down with watery, lukewarm tea – delicious. He should have played better with others, he shouldn’t have let his arrogance get out of hand and maybe he would be laying in his bed, listening to music rather than having to partake in the torture that is mass. “Pray for your souls,” the priest cries to the peeling roof while Chan cleans his nails even though they aren’t long enough to need cleaning.
“Are you ready?” His head turns towards Ryujin’s voice, her smile looking rather sweet today while she opens his door. Ah, it must be recreation time. The days blur together so much that Chan barely remembers heading back to his room to stare at the four walls, the plain off-white walls that would gradually drive him insane if he wasn’t firmly there already.
Standing up, he puts on his shoes and walks to the door, offering Ryujin his arm. “If it isn’t my favourite nurse.” He says with a charming smile, causing Ryujin to blush as she takes his arm and walks with him outside. “Are you joining me later in my room?” He whispers in her ear as if anyone cared to listen to them. Looking around, she shakes her head and Chan sighs, disappointed that he’s once again being stood up. “Ever since you change shifts, you’ve become quite a hard woman to catch.”
“I like being able to walk around outside with you,” Ryujin clings to Chan, who forces a smile onto his face. “It’s like we are having little dates, just like you promised.” Ah, yes, his words coming back to haunt him once again. “Besides, isn’t the thrill of getting caught exciting when I do come to visit you?”
Humming softly, Chan looks over at one of the nurses smoking, giving zero fucks about what is happening around them. “It does make it rather interesting to see how long it takes before someone realises that you aren’t doing your job but you know I don’t like being rushed or interrupted.” He stops and looks at Ryujin, leaning in closer and taking a soft whiff of her neck, noting the hint of cologne on her skin. “Mm, smells like you’ve been rather busy though. Is that why you were so eager to switch shifts with the sweet newbie nurse?” Ryujin pulls away, covering her neck and looking at him in shock
Oh, how did he know? She should know by now that he’s very intuitive, very good at picking up on things and figuring out people. He’s a puppeteer and she’s always been his little puppet, or well, she used to be.
He can see the thoughts cross her mind before she manages to verbalise them, the words that are meant to cut him deep and make her feel like she’s holding all the cards but as she says them, it only solidifies the thoughts that Chan’s already had playing in his mind. “You know that this doesn’t mean anything, that this was only a fairytale to help us pass the time.” Ryujin can see it in his eyes that she’s done for. “We-we were never going to be able to live the fantasy you tried to sell because you were never going to leave this place. We both know that.” She continues to ramble, digging her hole deeper while Chan doesn’t do anything other than stand there expressionless and watching her with dark, tired eyes.
“Nurse Ryujin,” she winces at the way he says her name with no emotion, “I’d like to go back to my room now. I’m tired.” Not entirely a lie, he’s tired of listening to her try and defend herself but also he doesn’t feel like walking around the same grounds he knows like the back of his hand with a woman he would rather strangle. Maybe he’ll get the chance soon but for now, he’d rather be in his room.
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You are harder to work out because you don’t give Chan the chance to talk to you, smiling at him when you walk past and check his room before he manages to grab your attention; it’s frustrating but he’s always been up for a challenge and he’s got all the time in the world to work you onto his side, wrap you around his little finger. It takes him a while to get you to talk to him, small conversations at the beginning, asking for things like liquorice and honey cashew nuts, giving you a sense of fulfilment when you bring these things to him and creating the thrill that comes with breaking the rules. Not that anyone would stop you from doing it because all of the nurses break the rules and the doctors are far worse but it didn’t take Chan long to figure out that you weren’t like the others, courtesy of Johnny and his grumblings down the hallway about how you are so proper - so good.
It takes him a month to move up from small conversations initiated by him for you to always peer in his door when you walk past, waving and waiting for him to talk to you. You don’t react too much to his flirtation, laughing it off and telling him that he must sweet talk all the nurses - yes but not since his latest obsession with you. The other nurses have noticed this, the cold shoulder that he started giving Ryujin began to spread to the others because they began to feel too easy, they didn’t challenge him enough while you provide everything he needs to keep him preoccupied. How does he catch your attention? Would you sit in his room and talk with him? Do you taste as sweet as you sound when you speak with that cheerful tone like the world couldn’t be more beautiful?
How wonderful will it feel to finally break you and have you doing everything he asks you to do?
It takes another month to get you to start opening up about your life, your life is tragically less than happy from what you tell him and Chan, of course, sympathises with you, offering you someone to talk to whenever you’re having a hard day. Such a gentleman, isn’t he? “I couldn’t do that to you, Chan,” oh, you sound adorable saying his name, “it seems rather inappropriate for a nurse to be turning to a patient like that.” Hmm, so close but he doesn’t give up; with the trouble that has started brewing for you when you start your shift, he’s sure that you’ll be crying to him in no time.
No boyfriend, barely able to see your friends and your family unsupportive of your life - he’s really going to be all you have to vent your frustrations to.
“Whenever you need a shoulder, kitten, you know you can come to sit down and rest your heart here for a moment.” He learnt that the pet name is something that manages to get a desirable response, there were many failed attempts before reaching something satisfactory. You blush slightly, looking down and brushing a stray lock of hair behind your ear before muttering a soft thank you and continuing your rounds.
Five months, two weeks and six days. That’s how long it takes for you to begin opening up to him; Chan has to give you credit because he really thought you would only take a few weeks but you held out well. If you’re honest with yourself, there were moments when you nearly folded, needing to take the time to remember that this man was a patient, essentially a prisoner based on his file, and it is your job to make sure he is looked after - not the other way around. Chan could tell that there had been moments, little ones where your cheeks flushed slightly or your eyes would widen but try as he might, you would only give him a few minutes of your time each round and you would never open the door.
Until now and now that you have, he can begin the next step, the next phase and if you continue to follow the path that he lays down, it won’t be long until he has you completely under his spell.
He’s the Pied Piper luring you down the street with finely articulated words until you fall into his trap, Chan’s very good at that, it’s his speciality and he’s rather proud of it. He has the time too, the time to plan and scheme, to gently press buttons and see what reactions he gets before putting everything he’s learned together to capture you. He has already laid it all out, like a strategist putting all the pieces in place before the war begins, and now all Chan has to do is confirm that you trust him enough for him to start the game that nobody knows they are playing but him.
The metal door eerily squeaks as it opens and he lifts his head to see you standing there, holding the door and looking at the floor. Oh, how adorable you look like this, so uncertain as you take the first step towards him, conflicted between what you should do and what you are doing. “Kitten?” He raises an eyebrow, feigning concern as you stand at the entrance, just inside his room, and shake slightly. “What are you doing?”
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It has been a hard day, so much has happened and you wanted to just disappear from the world but you couldn’t, your own need to find some kind of positive in the world keeps you from throwing everything into the fire and letting it burn. You find yourself looking at the picture of your ex, his arm wrapped around his new girlfriend, every moment your mind wandered to the news. Pregnant. You know he cheated on you, that isn’t news at all but it’s the who more than anything that has you wishing you had it in you to curse the world.
“Who’s that?” Johnny says as he notices that you’ve been looking at the picture for the past ten minutes, and several times throughout your shift. “That your sister or something?”
It takes you a moment to answer, the words feeling like bile in your mouth as they come out. “My supposed best friend.” You say, his face moving from your phone to your face and you do not need to see his expression to know what’s going through his mind. “And my ex.”
You hear the low ‘shit’ under his breath before you sniff, blinking back tears before standing up and placing your phone in your pocket. Your feet move on their own at this point, walking you purposefully towards Chan’s room and before you even realise what you’re doing, you are standing there, hands by your side in fists with him looking at you curiously. “Kitten, what are you doing?”
You raise your head, looking at him with tears beginning to well in your eyes, silently begging them not to fall. He’s concerned, why does it make your heart feel a little lighter to know that he’s concerned? Chan is a patient, you’ve always reminded yourself that he’s a patient and you shouldn’t be here but he doesn’t feel like a patient, like he belongs here, even if you know his file and know why he’s here - you are still convinced that there is some kind of mistake. Chan’s always been nice to you, never pushing your boundaries or making you feel uncomfortable; he’s slowly worked your walls and allowed you to come to him in your own time while he’s shared small pieces of his own life.
His family, his dreams, what he would be doing if he wasn’t here. You know him, so you keep telling yourself.
“I…” Your voice breaks and Chan stands, moving to your side and carefully reaching for your hand. You tried to smile through everything, you have always tried to have a positive outlook on life and the things around you but it’s hard. So hard. Once you feel his touch, you break, the sobs wracking through your chest as you fall forward and the man has to catch your frame, bracing himself for the sudden action. “I don’t know what to do.” You manage out in between your sobs, hands holding onto him like he’s all that stands between you and the floor that you desperately want to fall to. “I tried to be so happy and optimistic in life because you have to be, you can’t- you can’t just hate the world but I want to… I want to curse it.”
That’s all he needed to hear. You’re so close, oh so close to where he needs you to be. He’s been listening for months about things in your life and he’s always been impressed how you always tried to be so calm, so sweet, so happy about the terrible card that life has dealt you. He wondered what you would be like if you got angry and threw a punch, how you tear down the world and watch it burn simply for it wronging you, Chan has dreamt about how delicious your wrath would be when you finally broke. You’re not there yet, a little broken now but now he just needs to keep pushing, keep chipping away at that patience until you are everything he knows you could be.
He can see it. Laying underneath the surface, Chan can see that you are like him. All you need is a reason to set it ablaze, to hurt those who hurt you, all you need is to see the world for what it truly is and hate it with every fibre in your body.
The sweeter they are, the crazier they tend to be.
You don’t realise that he’s helped you to his bed, sitting you down before crouching in front of you, hands gently holding yours. “Hey,” he asks, trying to catch your eyes but you sniff and lift a hand to wipe away your tears. “I’ve always told you that you can talk to me, that I’ll listen, do you want to talk about it?” You shake your head; you shouldn’t even be here, let alone crying to him and dumping your problems onto him.
Hmm, maybe you need a little more time.
You don’t notice Chan’s frown of annoyance at your reluctance, he could always change tactics but he needs to remain consistent right now. “What would you like?” A shrug has him sighing softly, trying not to show his irritation. “Do you just want to sit here for a moment before you head back?” A nod, ah, that can be worked with.
Soft encouragements have you shuffling back until your back rests against the cold brick wall and Chan moving to sit beside you, holding your hand and carefully guiding your head to his shoulder while you silently cry out the pain that weighs so heavily in your chest. He doesn’t say a word, on the outside, he looks like he’s comforting you while in his head, he’s calculating and working out the next phase of his plan. You cry, he hushes you softly, holding your hand and doesn’t look at you with pity. You would hate that so you’re thankful.
Maybe it’s not too bad, letting him be there for you, maybe it’s not too bad having someone there to comfort you when you need it but you know that it could be anyone but him - it should be anyone but him. You’ve opened that door though, even when you walk back through and close the door, the lock cannot be latched and it’ll only be a matter of time until you’re back here again.
You shouldn’t come back.
You really shouldn’t.
But you will be and he’ll be waiting.
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“You’ve been what?!” The woman’s shriek startles a few others who are around but Ryujin doesn’t care as she glares at Chan with enough venom to kill a snake. “How long? Is this why you’ve been giving me the cold shoulder?”
Chan worked out that the best way to bring you back to him, to have you rely on him and turn to him is to find reasons for you to harbour hate in your heart. You’re too kind, it’s disgusting really, endearing sometimes but he wants you to give in to those dark feelings you felt that night and the best way to do that is to bring more to the surface. He cannot mess with your personal life, he sadly will be confined to this hellhole for the rest of his natural life, a shame really but better than prison, but Chan can make you see this place for what it really is.
Hell. For the lack of a better word but yet, through your eyes, it’s a place that helps those who cannot help themselves. True for the most part, but if only you saw what lay further under the surface and that’s what Chan wants to show you. There is no good in everyone, there is no hope here. The nurses abuse their powers, patients sleep with the staff, doctors steal pills and while there is enough funding that goes into the building to fix the problems that happen during the storms - they prefer to spend it on themselves rather than the facility that needs it.
You’ll see it soon, he’ll show you and it’ll be beautiful when you finally crack.
“You seem surprised,” he responds, looking at her coldly, “the moment you decided to fuck around behind my back was the moment I was done with you so why not find a new toy?” Chan had given Ryujin the idea that you’ve replaced her, that you’ve been warming his bed at night which has gained the desired response from the fiery woman.
Anger.
So misdirected, he thinks as he watches Ryujin storming around the garden, causing people to steer clear of her. Isn’t it rather funny how he’s the one who has discarded her, he’s the one who is playing his games with someone else and pulling your poor innocent soul into the dark unknown, and yet you’re the one she’s going after? He will never tire of such a thing but he doesn’t find as much amusement in it as he usually would have because he knows that you’ll be in the line of fire and he’ll be the one needing to save you. A tedious job for him to have to do but it’ll be worth it.
Kill two birds with one stone.
“She’s going to regret this,” the furious nurse storms off, leaving Chan unaccompanied in the garden and listening to the woman screaming down the hall. Chaos is about to unleash so he needs to move faster than intended because while he knew Ryujin would go for you - he never expected her to act so quickly. It’s not surprising since she’s had it out for you since day one but it is bothersome because he thought he might have had some time to prepare.
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The lights went out, a loud clunk that caused everything to shut down and had Johnny sighing. You pull out your phone, the light illuminating your face before turning on your flashlight and pointing it towards Johnny, who looks just as irritated and confused as you are. During the storms that seem to happen quite often out here, the fuse seems to blow to prevent any surges and you have to head down and flick the switch but there is no storm tonight, so why are the lights out?
“I’ll head down and check the fuse box.” He stands up, grabbing his keys because the systems will be down, “you do the rounds and make sure none of the patients try and sneak out.” You are pretty sure some of them are asleep because you had just finished your rounds but you don’t want to risk it. If some of these patients took advantage of the outage and slipped back into society, not only would lives be at risk but also the reputation of the hospital - meaning you would be out of a job.
Everything seems louder in the dark, the sound of your footsteps, the deep snores from some of the rooms but before you make it to Chan’s room, a hand grabs a fistful of your hair and yanks you back, causing you to cry out in surprise and pain. “H-help-” You call out, realising that nobody is around to help you and none of the patients would either, they would use your struggle as an escape. You reach around, dropping your phone in the process, to try and work out what is going on and who’s grabbed you. “L-let me-ah! Let me go!” You manage to get free by swinging your elbow back in hopes of hitting them enough to stun them, making a break for it when you feel their grip loosen.
“You little bitch!” You hear her voice but don’t register it as you bolt in the only direction that you can think of - Chan’s room.
A large hand wraps around your wrist and pulls you into the room, covering your mouth with a low hushing sound coming out from the man in front of you. The lack of light makes you hyperaware of everything else, the heat from his body pressing you against the wall, the sound of your heart racing in your ears and the screeching coming from out in the hallway.
“Are you seriously hiding from me?” You finally realise who it is, eyes widening as you try and see Chan in front of you, barely able to make out his side profile. You can’t tell for sure, even this close, but from the low growl sounding from him, you are sure he’s unimpressed.
“Cha-” you try to speak through the hand over your mouth.
The slight tensing indicates that you need to be quiet, his body moving in closer until you feel his lips graze the shell of your ear. “Quiet now, kitten. Let me take care of you.” You shiver slightly, missing the smirk he wears thanks to the dark, “hide under my bed and don’t come out until I come to get you.” His tone is comforting, authoritative and because of how scared you currently are, you listen.
It’s cute really, how easily you follow his order but his enjoyment over your obedience is cut short when Ryujin steps into the doorway, causing you to scramble. They stand still while you press as close to the wall under the bed as you can, trying to make yourself small and invisible while Chan glares at the intruding woman. “She needs to learn her place.” The words are less aggressive than what she was prior and you wonder why she’s not telling Chan to move.
“You need to learn your place.” Chan counters, stepping forward and causing Ryujin to step back.
Chan’s file had a lot of things redacted from it and all you could gather was that he did some bad things that should have had him locked in jail but due to his seemingly unstable mind, he was locked away here to rot. You could never understand though, he’s intelligent, funny and thoughtful - you have never been able to see the darkness that resides within him but that’s why it made you so easy to fool. Even while he has Ryujin stepping back in fear, all you could think about is how Chan is protecting you rather than using your misfortune to his advantage. Chan isn’t good, not in the slightest but you refuse to believe it, not that he minded at all because convincing you that he’s not at all as bad as everyone tries to say he is provided him with some great entertainment over the past months. He’s provided you with a shoulder, an ear and now he just needs to protect you, give you those things you are lacking so that you become reliant and malleable, putty in his hands to mould you into what he sees behind your soft doe eyes.
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Maybe his methods were a little extreme, after all, he didn’t have to kill her especially because he was the one who put the target on your back but he needed to make sure, absolutely sure, that you trusted him.
Chan looks down at his hands, Ryujin’s blood staining his skin, his white shirt, and pooling at his feet as the lights turn back on, the sounds beginning to explode around him as the asylum comes back to life. What perfect timing, even as he’s smiling to himself, his face is completely void of emotion when Johnny runs into the hall, halting halfway when he sees Chan and spots the blood. He’s standing there, his eyes wide and mouth open as if he’s about to say something but he doesn’t quite know what to say; Chan looks over at him, head tilting to the side slightly as he looks at Johnny and before anything could even be said, he turns on his heel and walks towards his room.
If anyone asked Johnny about what he saw in Chan’s eyes, he would only be able to explain it as insanity, pure crazy, which only further proves why he did it. There’s no way this was premeditated and when you tell your side of the story, it’ll be clear that Chan acted in defence - if he didn’t do anything, who knows what Ryujin would have done to you.
Chan’s voice is soft, crouching by his bed and reaching his hand under for you to take, “are you okay?” He asks, concerned about you. Not really but who are you to know otherwise? “She’s gone now, she can’t hurt you.”
“G-gone?” You ask but from the state of Chan, he doesn’t need to elaborate on what he said because it’s clear that she’s dead. “What-” you swallow thickly, voice shaky and small as he helps you stand up straight. “What happened?”
Shaking his head, Chan looks you over and brushes your hair out of your face, his fingertips lingering a little longer than they should but you aren’t about to push him away. “Don’t worry about the details,” because he can’t be bothered telling you, “however, you didn’t answer my question, kitten. Are you okay?”
Are you okay? That’s the question of the century right now because you aren’t entirely sure right now. You are shaking, you are scared and all you can think about is how you will be heading to an empty home with no one there beside you.
As you shiver, the adrenaline leaving you and the reality of the situation settling into your bones, Chan wraps you up in his arms, muttering words of comfort. They are empty, hollow, unable to be guaranteed and fulfilled but all you can think about is how nice they are. In his arms, you think about how safe you feel. Right now, you could lay down beside him and sleep, unafraid of tomorrow and what will await you in this hell when you have to recount the events of tonight to a thousand people who will find ways to blame you.
No, they wouldn’t blame you, right? You didn’t do anything wrong, she attacked you unprovoked.
Yet, she’s dead. You’re alive. How can she defend herself while you drag her name through the mud?
They’ll find every way to blame you for this, find ways to drag you further into the dark depths that surround this place and what will you do then? How will you survive when they finally break everything good inside you? Will you conform to their ways, tumble down the rabbit hole and drink their potions or will you claw your way back to the surface and hold onto the light inside you?
“Kitten?” Chan’s voice is so close, his breath warm against your cheek as he brings you back to the present, eyes searching yours for something that you aren’t certain of but he seems to be pleased to find. “You must be heading into shock, you aren’t quite yourself.” His lips pull into a soft smile as he detaches himself from you, leaving you standing in his room alone while he heads to go find Johnny. You can only see the back of his head as he walks away, the smile on his lips twisting into triumph because he got exactly what he wanted from this. Chan could see it in your eyes as you spaced out, he could see the darkness slowly creeping in and all the resistance you had leaving you.
He’s got you, Chan chuckles quietly before dropping his smile, he’s got you in the palm of his hands and now, you’re his. All he has to do is make that claim on you known, make sure that you know that you are his and that you’ll always be his and his alone until he decides to let you go. Maybe he’ll let you live a little, maybe he’ll be greedy and keep you all to himself, whatever he decides doesn’t matter because your grip on the way you view the world is slipping and soon, you’ll see everything for what it is.
Hell. There is no bright side, no greener grass, everything is dark and twisted - even you.
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It’s been over a week since everything happened and you wish that you could say that you came out unscathed, that your view on the world didn’t change, but that would be lying and no matter how bad things are right now, you don’t want to lie. While you weren’t blamed for Ryujin’s death, Chan had been reprimanded for his actions and you found that unfair, you couldn’t understand why he had been placed in solitary and put on trial for protecting you. In your eyes, he’s a hero, specifically your hero, and should be treated as such but instead, they throw him into a padded cell and try to figure out what to do with him.
You walk into the office, sighing as you pull out your book and wait for your shift to start. You had arrived early because there really isn’t anywhere else that you have to go these days; you had lost touch with your friends due to work, you couldn’t stand how fake people were being which caused you to pull away from people and your family has made comments about your attitude that began to annoy you. Without being fully aware, you had slowly changed, turning into someone that saw behind the rose-coloured veil and saw things for what it is - shit.
The world isn’t as great as everyone likes to believe it is and now you can see that.
As you lose yourself in the book, the time ticking by agonisingly slow, you overhear the nurses that are on shift mumbling to each other as they walk past. “I heard that they released him,” one of them says, causing you to tilt your head absentmindedly in their direction, “the one that killed Ryujin. They said that he acted in self-defence, she apparently attacked one of the night nurses beforehand then tried to attack him.” You slam the book shut and turn to look at them, while they are completely unaware of your attention.
“I was told by one of the security guards that the power had been purposely cut and there is no footage of the incident so they can only go by word.” They continue to walk but you don’t care to hear anymore as you rush out the door and towards his room.
Chan had finally been released and while you know you shouldn’t be so happy, so excited to see him, your feet take you to him like you are on a mission. It has been painful, not physically but mentally, emotionally painful to not be around him, near him. You need him, you had come to realise, because he made your time at work worth it - or, at least, he made it feel like he did. How would your life be if you had never met the patient in Room 1003? How would you be if you had never met him? You can barely even think about the person you were before you had met him because Chan had slowly started to consume your every thought, had started to become a normal interaction in your day that life before him nearly didn’t seem to exist, like it was a blur, and that is not healthy.
Not at all.
Chan hadn’t expected you to come bursting through his door but he isn’t going to say that he’s disappointed, even though you look a little out of your depths when you open the door to him standing there, shirtless. His eyes rise to the metallic mirror in his room, catching your wide eyes as you blush and look away. “Well,” his voice is a little rough from not having been using it while in solitary, “look who came to be my first visitor~” He turns to face you and you can feel his gaze gliding over your body, causing you to heat up. “Aren’t you going to say hello?”
Your eyes are firmly on the floor, shifting nervously because you had never seen him like that. You’ve only ever seen Chan fully clothed, though you know that you would be lying if you said that you haven’t been thinking about what he feels like under those boring white uniforms the patients have to wear. You would be lying if you said that you haven’t been wanting to know how his hands feel against your bare skin, lips sliding over yours as he takes your breath away. Oh, how you would be lying if you said that you haven’t moaned his name in your sleep - completely unaware of the hold he has over you. “H-hello,” you stutter, cringing at how small and helpless you sound but Chan loves it.
He’s waited for this for so long and now it’s right here, all he has to do is take it.
Chan walks towards you, each step seemingly echoing in the small room and your heart almost beats out of your chest. Time moves slowly, your breath a little shaky, body vibrating with anticipation and by the time that Chan has approached you - you’ve looked up at him, eyes wide as you look him over and take all of him in. His muscles are heavily defined, the shadows accentuating the dips of his abdomen from the light source outside of the room; he’s larger than you expected, the drab clothes that usually hang loose truly hide his sculpted body and you realise how much of a shame that is. He’s worked so hard on keeping himself in shape, something you seem to forget is probably the one thing he can do here, and he can’t show it off, be proud of it.
It’s not until you hear Chan’s low chuckle that you come out of your trance, fingers tracing over his abdomen as you had started to zone out and be inside your head. “I mean, if you want to touch, by all means, but I didn’t think it would be you making the first move~” He teases, causing you to quickly retract your hand and shake your head.
“I-I-” You begin, trying to find the words that meant ‘no, it isn’t like that’ but can you really lie at this point? Of course not, you are too far gone to be able to deny him and yourself the final reward of his game. You stop stammering as you look into his dark eyes and see his desire staring back at you. “I want this,” you swallow all your worries, all your nerves and steel yourself to the reality of what’s about to happen.
What you want to happen.
The moment those words left your lips, Chan cups your face and moves closer, your hands moving to rest on his hips as he gazes deep into your eyes, searching for any sign of hesitation. “The moment I start,” he lowers his soft lips to graze against yours, breath mixing with your slow exhale, “I’m not going to stop.” He knows you won’t want him to, your eyes are already closed, waiting for his lips to close the small, minute distance. “I’m going to have you all to myself, my pretty little plaything to do as I please,” his tongue sneaks out and briefly touches your bottom lip, causing you to open it obediently. “Are you okay with that, kitten?” Chan isn’t really asking because he already knows the answer but it’s always best to give you a false sense of control. All you manage to respond with is a soft, pleading moan which is all he needed before kissing you, soft in the beginning, holding your face like you are glass, fragile and delicate, before his tongue snakes inside your mouth to caress against yours.
You don’t think you’ve ever been kissed like this before but then again, you don’t think. You can’t think. Everything that he is is soon overtaking your senses, your body reacting to his touches rather than a conscious decision, like Chan knows where all your sweet spots are, how to coax the lewdest noises from you, and the right amount of pressure to have your body putty under his fingertips. Your body moves under his command, arms holding onto him only to keep you from being too far away from him, even if it’s just an inch, as he guides you to his bed.
Chan could be laying you down in a bed of soft petals from the way he gently lays you onto the single bed, pulling away to gaze down at you, triumphant in his success but you take it as adoration. With a quick glance over at the open door, he’s quick to close it, not wanting any unwanted visitors disturbing the moment that you’ve both been waiting for - for different reasons. “You look so pretty like this,” you’d look even prettier tied up and spread for him but Chan takes what he can get, “can we play a little game, hm? I don’t want to waste this time with you greedily indulging but I also want to make it special.”
“Special?” You look at him, eyes shining with the excitement that had quickly replaced your nerves. You would never be doing this, the old you that is - the you that held onto your sanity and your sweet naive views - but unknowingly you were shaped into everything Chan wanted you to be. Without realising it, you became hungry for the insane, seeing the world as dark and twisted as he did and while you are still foolishly holding on to the way things once were - you’ll soon be his pretty kitten on his lap without needing to be told.
Chan nods, moving closer, hand outstretched as you sit up to look at him, his fingers gently under your chin. “Pretend with me,” he says, voice so soft and sweet like he’s confessing his love and your head moves on its own, up and down in a trance-like nod. “Pretend we are in your room, laying in your bed as we kiss. Pretend that you’re mine, you are everything I want you to be and I’m all yours. I’m yours to do as you please while you are mine to have how I want. Can you do that for me?”
“It’s just pretend?” You ask, blinking a little and Chan nods. He could pull out all the stops but he needs to make sure you can handle him first - a toy isn’t good if it breaks the first time you play with it. It takes you a few seconds to think before you give him another nod which has Chan almost groaning with how sexy he finds your obedience. If you keep this up, maybe he’ll be able to keep you like this for the entirety of your employment here - or until he’s bored.
“That’s a good girl,” he leans forward, kissing you again and smirking against your lips.
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That first night had started it all, your slow descent into madness soon became a full tumble down into a hole that you are no longer capable of getting out of.
Chan’s hand grabs your thigh, sliding up your skirt while his lips attach against your neck, sucking a dark mark against your skin as your head tilts back with the softest moan leaving your kiss swollen lips. You had taken a week off to visit family, a rare occasion that you had discussed with him before going but it didn’t stop him from grabbing your wrist and dragging you to a secluded area the moment he saw you. His possessiveness is showing as he bites down on the fresh, sensitive mark and growls before finding another patch of skin to cover in his claim. Strong fingers push your panties aside and drag through your folds, coating themselves in the slick that had begun to lubricate your entrance, readying you for what will inevitably come.
Once upon a time, you would have said that this is unusual behaviour for the man but it really isn’t and you know that by now. Chan is dominant, demanding and very possessive of what is his.
You are his.
What he doesn’t appreciate, no fault of yours because you couldn’t exactly describe your current situation to your family, is when someone tries and make a move on what is his. A family friend had tried to set you up with their son, a handsome man and someone that the old you would have gone for in a heartbeat which is why Chan is making it his mission to remind you that he’s the only person who could make you feel the way he does. He’s the one who helped you see the world for what it is and unlocked a side of you that relished in the darkness of it all.
“Kitten,” you moan lewdly at the way he growls your pet name, teeth dragging down your jugular as he rubs your slick against your throbbing clit. “Did you consider it?” You shake your head because you didn’t, it wasn’t even a thought in your mind because your entire world has been surrounded by Chan. “Are you sure?” He adds the slightest bit of pressure, testing to see whether you would be allowed to cum tonight or whether he would be keeping you dripping and on edge for your entire shift.
“You,” you mutter, groaning slightly when he harshly bites down on your shoulder, hands gripping his strong biceps to keep you from falling. “Only you.”
“That’s a good girl,” he says, pulling back to look at you before looking around. The area is quiet, usually is at this time of night but Chan wants to make sure that you will not be disturbed because he’s not going to be done with you for a while. Absolutely not. “Turn around,” he commands and you are immediately reacting by turning around and getting into the position that he’s trained you to be in. The one where your hands rest against the wall firmly to keep you from being squashed against the rough surface, legs spread enough for Chan to lift your skirt and slide right in when he’s ready.
Chan loves to relish in you, in everything that you are and the way that you sound but it seems that his jealousy, albeit unwarranted, is getting the best of him as he pulls his hard cock out from his loose pants and strokes himself until he’s completely hard. He doesn’t want to waste any time, you’ve been gone for a week and that’s too long since he’s been had you so now that you’re here - why wait? Your panties are ruined in seconds as he rips them off you, the pain from the tearing fabric pulling at your skin causes you to wince but you don’t make a sound other than a soft moan because you know that you’ll be leaking cum for the rest of your shift and that thought alone has you clenching around nothing.
The tip of his cock is brushed between your folds, pre-cum and your juices mixing to lubricate him until Chan is satisfied enough to push into your heat, stretching you in a way that you’ll never get used to no matter how much he fucks you. Your head falls forward as your lips part in a soundless sigh, eyes fluttering closed as he slowly pushes in until his body is flush against yours. He cannot take his hands off your body, sliding underneath your shirt as he massages your breasts, lips pressing to the back of your neck before the beast takes over. That’s how you refer to him when he’s buried deep inside you, reaching all the places that your fingers could only dream to touch because he loses all sense of himself when he fucks you; Chan cares very little about anything other than the high, the feeling that comes when your body is spent completely and barely able to handle anything more, the way you cry his name with tears in your eyes from being overstimulated but begging for more.
He’s a beast and you are the helpless lamb offered to appease his hunger.
The way he fucks you, hips snapping as he pulls your body upright so that his teeth can tug at your earlobe, his growl vibrating through his chest and resonating through your soul, it’s the most emotion Chan’s ever shown. The man who would kill you in your sleep without blinking an eye, fucking you in all the ways that you’ve fantasised but never voiced - how could you not see this as anything other than a proclamation of his love for you. As crazy as it may seem, and you no longer see it as such, Chan loves you in the ways that he can.
Chan loves what you provide but why would he try to change your mind when you feel so good like this? Do you want love? He’ll make you scream his name. Do you want to see the stars? He’ll call you out in the middle of the night and fuck you until you see them. He craves you, in so many ways that it drives him even more insane than he already is, and he has you craving him so badly that you’ll tell yourself that this is love.
“You feel so good, kitten,” his breath is hot against your cheek, his voice deeper than usual from the exertion. He lets go of your breasts, adjusting your position slightly so that you are braced for what’s to come. “Since you’ve been good, maybe I should let you cum?” One hand grips your hips, his own never faltering in their fast pace, while his other hand sneaks around the front of your body and between your spread legs.
“Ah,” you sound, potentially alerting anyone who could be walking by but that’s the whole thrill of it all, isn’t it. The idea of being caught has always turned you on. “Ch-Chan-” Your hands are resting against the wall, nails dragging slightly down the harsh brick as he rubs your clit mercilessly, knowing exactly how close you are and how to get you to scream.
“It’s cute watching you try and hold it all back,” he chuckles, slamming into you hard and causing your body to jolt forward, pressing your chest against the wall. “I bet you want someone to come and watch, to stand there and see how pretty you look being fucked like this.” You shake your head but the way you lick your lips, clenching tightly around him, proves otherwise. “C’mon then, kitten, scream.”
You try and hold back, buckling under the intensity of the orgasm, biting down on your bottom lip so hard that it bleeds but you still can’t keep yourself from screaming, the sound muffled but still loud enough to discern what is going on. Chan doesn’t stop there though, only slowing down his ministrations enough to give you a moment to breathe, give you a false sense of security, and once you’ve settled enough to respond to him checking in on you - he’s back at it again.
Fucking you until he’s done, until his jealousy and possessiveness have settled for the night and boy, what a long night it’s going to be.
➳ camboy!au
➳ mini-series || genre: angst || smut || fluff || rated: m
➳ pairing: kim jongin x reader
➳ summary: Jongin has found someone who doesn’t know who he is and now, he’s determined to know you.
➳ published: 14.01.21 || finished: 28.01.21
➳ summary: in celebration of jongin’s solo debut and his birthday, myself and @kimkaijong-in have teamed up to create beautiful pieces just for you to enjoy~ each piece is reader x jongin and are all some form of love story being told. they are different au and please make sure to read the warnings if they have any. happy 27th birthday nini~
Hello Stranger
➳ neighbours!au || genre: fluff || rated: t
➳ summary: he saw you at an event, he thought he knew you - did he? you left him with more questions than answers and as he struggles to remember where he knew you from, you turn up on his doorstep. who are you?
Reason
➳ vampire!au || genre: fluff || rated: t
➳ summary: you went to a feast, not knowing what it was really for but someone there caught your attention but don’t worry, you caught his too.
Amnesia
➳ established relationship!au || genre: fluff || rated: t
➳ summary: you and jongin reminisce about the day that changed your lives forever.
Nothing On Me
➳ idol!au || dancer!au || genre: fluff || rated: t
➳ summary: jongin chooses you to do a dance performance with him and it creates a lot of problems for your heart.
Mmmh
➳ racer!au || genre: fluff || rated: t
➳ summary: he’s the local bad boy, the one who you should stay away from but he’s too charming to turn away.
Ride Or Die
➳ bonnie and clyde!au || genre: fluff || rated: m
➳ summary: when you and jongin made the vow ‘ride or die’, you meant it, even if it meant giving up everything you had to be with him
★ published: 21.12.25
★ moodboard credit: @ikeukiss★ best friends to lovers!au ☆ genre: smut ☆ fluff ☆ rating: m
★ pairing: jake sim x reader
★ summary: "when i look at you,i don't ever want to look away." — a simple confession can change everything.
★ word count: 3.7k
★ warnings/kinks: minor mention of cheating, protected sex (yay!), no foreplay, worship, use of petnames (love).
★ author's note: this is a part of the @ksmutsociety frost and fire exchange. a very merry christmas to lexi (@/ikeukiss) from your secret santa!! i hope you have a wonderful holiday season! enjoy your little gift from me to you~
♡ please remember to reblog/comment/share feedback! it keeps me motivated and alive and is always so lovely to hear!
There’s the soft crunching of snow as a car pulls into your driveway and before the driver can get out and make his way towards the door, you are already jumping into his arms in a big hug.
“Looks like someone is happy to see me.” Jake grins as he wraps his arms around your waist and lifts you up, squeezing until you slap his back to let you go. “Did you miss me?”
When your feet are finally touching the floor, you roll your eyes before looking down at the luggage he’s dragging behind him. “Not really, I was more excited for what you brought back for me.” The smile that you can’t hide shows that you’re only joking around but it doesn’t stop Jake from pretending to be hurt.
“Maybe I should have just sent these to you then instead of coming along with them.” Soft laughter escapes the two of you as you playfully push his arm and lead him towards the house.
It’s been a few months since you last saw Jake. Four months, two weeks and five days to be exact, but who’s counting? Best friends who have been inseparable since childhood until Jake had to head back to Australia to visit his grandparents. For the last few months, you went from seeing your best friend nearly every day to trying to work out timezones so you could call and be shown around Brisbane.
You had sent him a list of things to bring you back and Jake, being who he is, brought you every single demand without a complaint.
It seems to be the usual lately, or well, since he left. Jake has been giving into every demand and whim that you’ve had since he’s been gone and while you put it down to him being the sweetest person in the world (sources: trust me bro) – there’s been a thought nagging at the back of your mind because another mutual friend pointed out they’ve barely heard from him.
“Maybe he’s in love with you. Why else would a man put in so much effort to make you happy?”
You had laughed it off back then, waved your hand dismissively, saying that’s silly, but your heart skipped a beat at the thought and still does now when he lets you into the house first.
Jake has always been the standard in your eyes; he was the one that you would compare every guy you dated to and list out all the reasons in your head why he was better than them. Was it healthy or fair? Absolutely not, but you couldn’t help yourself whenever you noticed how he’d do things without asking but your boyfriends would always groan whenever you did.
You used to think that your relationships never lasted because you had terrible taste in men but recently, you’ve realised that’s not the case. They never lasted because you were trying to settle for someone that wasn’t him; out of fear of ruining things with your best friend, you would try and find someone else, only to find yourself in a miserable cycle of bad dates and even worse boyfriends. Jake, however, never seemed to have the same issue that you did when it came to his girlfriends and that would mess with you even more because you started to feel selfish, jealous, and downright silly for hoping that maybe he struggled too.
Though, as you sit down on the couch next to Jake, watching him open up one of his bags, you push all those thoughts to the back of your mind.
“You really bought everything I asked for?!” You gasp when you notice that the bag is filled with presents – for you.
The man blushes softly but you don’t notice when you pick up the koala plushie and hug it to your chest. His eyes are focused on your smile that is hidden from him when you bury your face into the top of the koala’s head. It warms his heart knowing that he’s the reason that you are smiling like that, a smile so bright that it could melt the falling snow outside. “You pouted so much that I couldn’t find it in me to say no to you.” You miss the tenderness in his tone as you are putting the koala down to pick up a t-shirt he bought that says: I ♥️Brisbane.
A quick glance at him has your heart racing and cheeks flushing, the thoughts of him being in love with you rushing back to the forefront of your mind. It takes a short moment, one that feels like a lifetime, before you look away and clear your throat. “Did you save anything for Christmas?”
Jake runs his fingers through his hair, composing himself as he falls easily back into the teasing best friend role. “Maybe this is your Christmas present and you’re not getting anything else.” You whine instantly, giving him exactly what he wants because he starts laughing and indicates with his head towards the other bags. “It’s in there, don’t worry.”
“You’re so mean.” You pout, doing your best to not smile.
“And yet, you still love me.” His words have you pausing for a fraction of a second, your hand hovering infinitesimally over a box of chocolates before picking it up. An action so small, it could easily be missed.
You laugh, a little more awkwardly than you might have before he left. “Yeah, I guess so.”
The rest of the evening goes smoothly; a routine that is easily fallen back into keeps things from lingering on the flurry of emotions that his return has brought up. There’s conversations about everything and anything, Jake asking about what the friend group has been up to and about the date you had gone on while he had been away – a mistake you made because it only solidified the feelings you had been harbouring for him.
“I told you that he seemed like he was only after sex.” Jake shakes his head, sounding annoyed with both the situation and you, “you never listen to me when I tell you about guys like that.”
You roll your eyes, folding your arms over your chest in childish protest to his words. “You can’t talk, remember that girl you dated last year?” There’s a visible grimace on his face as he recalls exactly who you are talking about. “I told you she was only using you to make her ex jealous! It was so obvious but you refused to believe she would do something like that.” Only for her to go and cheat on him with said ex but you don’t add that on, knowing he got the point.
“Guess we both have shitty taste in people, huh?” Jake wraps an arm around your shoulders and pulls you towards him, the action causes you to rest your head against his chest. He presses his lips to the top of your head and you feel the ghost of a kiss before he speaks so quietly that it feels like he’s speaking to himself. “Maybe we should just date.”
You gasp, both in faux offence and real surprise over the words. It seems that Jake is also as surprised as you are in his words when you turn to look at him. He’s so close, cheeks a soft pink, and suddenly you’re acutely aware of him. Everything about him. The words you want to say, the teasing response that would ease the tension, fails to come out as your lips soundlessly part while you fail to try to calm your racing heart.
Jake says your name so softly, not moving away, and your eyes flicker down to his lips before slowly moving up. His gaze softens as your eyes meet, shining in wonder as he looks upon you in a way you’ve never noticed before – adoration. You’ve known Jake a long time, long enough to remember when he had braces and acne, so you’ve seen every look he has in his arsenal… except this one. You’ve never noticed it when he was with his exes but oh, everyone noticed it when he was with you. “When I look at you, I don’t ever want to look away.”
The words are whispered like it’s a secret he’s sharing. The gentle graze of his fingers against your cheek burns a trail along your skin. The beating of your heart kicks up a notch that you’re sure it’s about to give out. You’re reeling from the confession and everything suddenly feels like it’s a new sensation that your brain has no idea how to process.
Your tongue swipes across your lips to prepare to speak, an action that doesn’t go unnoticed by Jake as he glances down and mimics before meeting your eyes once more. “I–” You don’t even know what you’re about to say and the hesitation in your voice has Jake pulling away slightly, clearing his throat.
“Ah–,” he lets out an awkward laugh, “sorry, I shou–”
He doesn’t get to finish his sentence because your hand quickly claps over his mouth to shut him up. His eyes widen in surprise and you close the distance once more because if he got to whisper his confession – it’s only fair that you get to as well.
“I love you.”
The ticking of the clock loudly counts the seconds, neither of you move as the tension begins to build before Jake finally decides to make the move that he’s been wanting to for as long as he could remember. The move you’ve been wanting him to make for as long as you could remember.
His hand lifts to caress your cheek as his lips come until you’re a breadth apart, “can I kiss you?” He asks, breath fanning against your skin while he waits for you to nod.
The kiss is everything you’ve ever wanted. It’s soft and sweet, and you know that you’ve never been kissed like this before. All the love that he holds in his being for you is poured into the kiss and you try to give back as much as you’re given. How you’ve loved him since your teens, how you’ve wanted him, longed for him, and kept him in your heart despite years of keeping it (poorly) hidden.
Your body reacts to his, the slightest push causing you to lay down, arms wrapping around his neck to make sure there’s no space between you. Now that you’re here, wrapped up in each other, you don’t want to separate. You want to feel him close, so close that you’ll remember his touch on your skin for days to come.
You want to remember this because you’ve been dreaming about it for months.
Your back is pressed against the wall shortly after pulling Jake’s shirt off, his hands cradling your face as he brings himself back to you, unwilling to be apart. Your shirt is next, dropped somewhere in the hallway as Jake skillfully removes your bra with little to no effort that would impress you – if you weren’t fumbling with his belt.
His lips trail down your neck, hand cupping and massaging your breast while you finally manage to unbuckle his belt. The groan you feel against your skin when you return the favour has the sweetest shiver running down your spine; you’re the reason Jake is feeling good, you’re the reason he’s rolling his hips and pressing his erection against your palm, and you’re the reason he’s losing that cool composure he’s always kept whenever he’s around you. Knowing that you’ve got this power over your best friend is unlike any feeling you’ve ever had before because this is what you’ve wanted for so long and now you finally have it.
“Bedroom,” he nips at your neck before pulling away, looking down at you with hunger in his eyes. “Now.”
No time is wasted heading to the bedroom. No time is wasted undressing each other and finally taking that step that you were too scared to do so before. There’s no going back now, you’ve opened that door and if you stop now… you don’t know if you’ll get back to what you were.
You lay with your head on the pillows, the dim lighting from the bedside lamp giving Jake a warm glow and accentuating each muscle on his body. From his biceps to his pecs, his abs to the hand rolling the condom over his erect cock, you marvel over every inch of him that your eyes land on.
He’s always been the standard. From the way you wanted to be treated to their physical looks, every man you dated was compared to Jake even if you didn’t intentionally do so and now that you’re able to see him – all of him – you realise they never could compare. “You’re perfect,” he says the words that you were playing in your head, finding him looking at you with nothing but heated love in his eyes.
Perfect. You don’t remember the last time someone called you that but yet, he repeats it as he leans down and presses his lips to yours. Perfect. Beautiful. Stunning. Every word emphasised with a kiss as Jake puts his weight on one arm, hovering over you, while he lines himself up with your soaked cunt.
“What?” You smile against his lips as you feel his tip slide between your labia, nudging against your clit before moving back towards your entrance, “no foreplay?”
Jake chuckles, pushing in ever-so-slightly before teasing you by pulling back out and guiding himself to your clit again. A torturous tease, pressing against your nub and sending sweet shocks through your body before pushing in just enough to have his tip resting inside you until he repeats the process. “Next time, hm? I think we’ve waited too long to drag this out longer, don’t you?”
You’re about to answer when Jake slides in deeper than before, stretching your velvet walls and causing your words to mix with, “oh god, yes.”
He lowers his head to yours, pressing a soft kiss against your bitten lips before your foreheads rest together, sharing a breath – sharing this moment. Nothing could have prepared you for this moment but that’s what makes it so much better; you were unprepared for this, for him, and that means all you’re thinking about is him rather than overthinking about what comes next.
“I’m going to start moving,” he whispers, eyes still closed as if opening them will take away how good it feels. “If you need to stop…”
“Please,” you breathe out, finding it endearing that he’s wanting to make sure you’re comfortable every step of the way but fuck, can he just hurry up already? Patience was never one of your virtues and it certainly shows now.
With a soft chuckle and shake of his head, Jake pulls away and starts to move; slow at first, testing to see your reactions, before picking up the pace. You revel in the feeling of him, the way he stretches you and how the slight curve in his cock manages to hit the right places.
Tilting your head back, you close your eyes and let out the softest moans. Everything feels good, so good, better than good; you can’t really describe how it feels because words really don't do him justice, especially when Jake angles his hips to try and hit that spot that has your breath hitching every time. He’s learning you, the way you feel and what makes you respond, and using that knowledge to his advantage.
“There.” You gasp, hands tightening on his biceps as he holds himself above you, watching your face contort with pleasure.
A sly grin plays on his lips as he hits that spot again, with purpose this time. “There?” He asks but he knows, oh, he definitely knows when he can see that way your lips part in a silent moan and your core clenches tightly around him.
There’s no stopping once Jake has worked out how to make you moan, how to cause the sweetest sounds to escape your swollen lips. There’s no stopping him once he’s in a rhythm because this is everything he’s been wanting – and more.
“It feels so good.”
“You feel so good.”
“Fuck, just like that, Jake, yes~”
Every thrust, every moan, every chaste kiss captured in between words of bliss send you higher and higher until there’s nowhere else to go but down.
“Oh–” You throw your head back as Jake sucks harshly on your neck, a mark blossoming on your skin but you can’t come to care about it right now as you focus on the climax building in your core. “Don’t stop– oh- ah- Don’t stop~ Right there, I–” You babble along as his hips stutter, trying to keep the pace you’re needing but struggling to keep himself in check.
“Rub your clit, love,” he groans into the curve of your neck. You can feel him tensing, struggling to keep up and so you obey. It’s rushed, it’s messy, and maybe it’s a little less romantic than you thought it might be but when those stars burst behind your eyes – you know that this is the best orgasm you’ve had in a long time.
You don’t even process Jake finishing because you’re still on that high from the fact that you’re here with him. It’s not until he lifts his head out from your neck, looking down at you with that lazy smile you love so much, that you take it all in. “Wow,” you breathe out, lifting a hand to wipe his hair out of his face, “that’s certainly one way to start Christmas.” He raises an eyebrow before you both laugh, bodies still connected, sweaty and now shaking with laughter.
Of course he’d find a way to make you laugh while his softening cock is still inside you. What a romantic.
You roll over and find yourself alone, the side of the bed where Jake had been sleeping still warm but it’s obvious that he’s been out for a little while now. Panic sets in, that fear you had been pushing away when everything happened creeping back in as you start to wonder if he regrets last night. What if you made a mistake and there’s no way to come back from it?
Oh god, what if this ruins everything?
You notice Jake’s shirt has been placed on the bed and you reach for it, wanting to cover your body before making your way out to the living room. “Jake?” You call out, following the smell of coffee and toast. “Are you in here?” You poke your head into the kitchen, finding a shirtless Jake making you a cup of coffee and some vegemite on toast – another thing he brought back from Australia. “Is…” You chew your bottom lip as you walk closer to him, “is everything okay?”
He can sense your anxiousness, that concern and worry in your eyes, so he decides to not let you sit in it like he might have before. Walking towards you, he places both hands on your cheeks, squishing your cheeks together before kissing your forehead and then your lips. It’s a natural kiss, like a lover, and it makes you feel instantly at ease. “Merry Christmas, love, everything is perfect, don’t you think?”
You nod your head, slowly as you process everything before a smile spreads across your lips and you fall right back into that easy dynamic that you two share. “Merry Christmas~” You steal a kiss, surprising him but making him smile nonetheless. “Now, where’s that present you said you had for me?~”
“Shameless,” he teases, shaking his head before giving you another kiss and heading to the living room and finally opening up his other luggage. “Is that all I’m here for? Presents?”
“And kisses~.” You skip after him, still smiling because now you don’t have to hide your feelings.
Hiding the small gift behind his back, Jake’s cheeks are flushed with colour as he clears his throat and meets you in the middle of the living room. “Just know, I bought this before last night.”
Opening the small, wrapped jewellery box, you find a beautiful opal necklace set in gold, on a thin gold chain, with a small note on the inside: ‘Be my girlfriend?’ You look up at Jake, who is scratching the back of his neck like he would whenever he was about to say something out of his comfort zone. “You planned this?” It’s not accusatory, in fact, you’re actually surprised that he had been planning to confess all along while you were sure you’d die before confessing your feelings.
“Well, not really like this. Confessing, asking you out, yeah. I was going to ask you after seeing everyone for Christmas because… could you imagine if I asked and you said no?” You both laugh, a little awkward but not enough to ruin the moment. “But when I came home, seeing you… I couldn’t wait. I didn’t want to wait. I wanted to start Christmas with you and then–”
“Things happened.”
“Yeah,” he smiles, “so, I thought I’ll ask now, before we go.”
“Ask me what?” Even with the question in your hands, you want to hear it. You want to hear him ask you.
“Will you be my girlfriend?”
You take a step towards him, closing the distance, with a cheeky smile on your lips and he waits, more patiently than you would have. “You know, I didn’t get you anything right? If I say yes, that’s all you’re getting.”
Tucking a lock of hair behind your ear, Jake genuinely smiles. He’s not going to tease, he’s not going to act like he’s hurt by not getting a gift because honestly, he doesn’t care. He only cares about your answer being yes. “That’s all I want anyway.” You playfully roll your eyes, causing him to chuckle. “So, is that a yes?”
You stand up on your tiptoes, pressing a featherlight kiss against his lips. “It is a yes.” He grins and pulls you closer, instantly deepening the kiss.
Jake’s been your best friend since childhood but now, you’re more than friends.
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• These are all smut / fluff related.
• You are welcome to send in your own but they need to be on theme.
• Asks must contain: idol / dialogue OR situation prompt / AU or trope
• Can choose any AU / Trope you wish
• EXO / STRAY KIDS MEMBERS ONLY (EXCLUDING CHEN)
• If a prompt has been chosen too many times, it won’t be answered (and will be striked through) but you can choose again.
Dialogue:
"You look amazing tonight."
"I don't think I could get enough of you."
"This is seriously unromantic." / "You didn't pay for romance."
"Well, this is quite a surprise~."
"I don't want to be alone of Valentine's."
"I love you." / "You do?"
"My ex is here and it would be embarrassing if he/she/they saw me sitting by myself so... can I join you?"
"Romance is dead." / "No, you just have shit taste in men."
Situation:
Chara A & B are set up on a blind date.
Chara A & B have been fake dating for a couple months but it feels all too real when having a romantic dinner.
A 'friend date' to the aquarium, but both feel something more than friends.
Chara A dresses up and Chara B knows they are not making their reservation.
• These are all smut / fluff related.
• You are welcome to send in your own but they need to be on theme.
• Asks must contain: idol / dialogue OR situation prompt / AU or trope
• Can choose any AU / Trope you wish
• EXO / STRAY KIDS MEMBERS ONLY (EXCLUDING CHEN)
• If a prompt has been chosen too many times, it won’t be answered (and will be striked through) but you can choose again.
Dialogue:
"You look amazing tonight."
"I don't think I could get enough of you."
"This is seriously unromantic." / "You didn't pay for romance."
"Well, this is quite a surprise~."
"I don't want to be alone of Valentine's."
"I love you." / "You do?"
"My ex is here and it would be embarrassing if he/she/they saw me sitting by myself so... can I join you?"
"Romance is dead." / "No, you just have shit taste in men."
Situation:
Chara A & B are set up on a blind date.
Chara A & B have been fake dating for a couple months but it feels all too real when having a romantic dinner.
A 'friend date' to the aquarium, but both feel something more than friends.
Chara A dresses up and Chara B knows they are not making their reservation.
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