Pairing: Ot8 Ateez x reader
Genre: romance, mystery, fantasy
Summary: In Hala, a house of eight kingdoms, each boasting its own wonders, you never imagined that amidst the pain and confusion, you would also fallâthis time, in love.
the king: new world spin-off(soon.) | spin-off taglist | index (soon.)
Pairing: Ot8 Ateez x reader
AU: fantasy AU | stranger -> mates
Summary: A tragic accident left you unable to use your wings and, with that
Genre: enemies to lovers, romance, eventual smut, dark themes, angst.
Synopsis: As a headstrong detective- forced to transfer to another Precinct after pushing your team, and superiors too far- your new unit is less than pleased by your presence. In fact, they are down right hostile, resulting in more time butting heads than doing your job: taking down the organized crime 'gangs' of your city. Once you finally get your foot in the door, into their circle, you realize you bit off more than you can chew- or maybe it was the perfect place for you.
Current Word Count of all chapters combined: 76,347
Big shoutout to my beta readers that are currently the soul motivation for this fic and remind me to edit: @flurrys-creativity @candypop1611 and @daemour
Pairing: Demonline x fem!reader | side pairings: demon!ateez x fem!reader
Genre: Heavy smut, angst and fluff MINORS DNI
AU: demon au, darkfic (in some parts)
Summary: YN has been in the hellish Inferno for seven years. After years of enslavement, she falls into the laps of Lords Seonghwa, Hongjoong and San. What seems to be a cushy position ends up being the key to her true identity.
Rating: MATURE (18+) MDNI -> Like I said, y'all can blame Coachella Hongjoong for this one
As always, thank you @rocker7898 for editing đ
I grunted, feeling my grip slip once again as Mingi tossed me to the ground. This had to be upwards of twenty times since starting my training with Yunho about two hours ago. Mingi grinned down at me as I laid there. My body is screaming at me from the pain I was putting it through and now the aches that Iâll no doubt experience later. Hongjoong looked amused standing on the side of our little training session. Even Wooyoung would let loose a snicker every once in a while. Yeosang and San were the only two who had the decency to look as if they felt bad for me. Sometimes Yeosang would even be on the verge of interfering until Hongjoong would stop him. Jongho was oddly impassive. He never made a noise, no change in expression, hardly even blinked as he studied every move I made. Everyone was here, except Seonghwa. He was a ghost as soon as plans were arranged for me to begin my training.
âIf you keep letting go like that, heâll toss you every time. Hold your grip.â Yunho sighed.
I took Mingiâs offered hand, letting him pull me back to my feet.
âEasy for you to say, the man is a giant and has twice the muscle I do.â I grumbled.
âThat doesnât matter. You can take men three times his size, itâs not about power. Use his weight against him, his momentum. Donât shy away from his body, lean into it. Eliminating that space between you gives you the advantage.â
Mingi grabbed my wrist again, and before I could trap it, Yunho laid his hand over mine, locking onto Mingiâs knuckles.
âWhen you engage, youâre committing. Every action after that counts. Donât let go and donât loosen up. Otherwise youâre giving him a chance to take the control youâve established back.â
Yunhoâs eyes met mine. The softness that had become familiar when he looked at me was gone. In its place was the Yunho responsible for the training of the soldiers of legend, a hint of the man he was when I first met him.
âI donât care if your hold is about to break his bones. Donât. Let. Go.â
Yunho released my hand, and I doubled down on my efforts to keep Mingiâs fingers around my wrist. Just like every time before that though, Mingi was faster, body stepping into mine. I took Yunhoâs advice, welcoming that infiltration of personal space. Mingi made a move to grab me, I ducked his reach, twisting under the arm I had a hold of, or, trying to anyway. Mingi wrapped his arm around my shoulders, one foot kicking the back of my knee and sending me down to the ground again. This time though, he followed me, his large frame hovering over mine as he smiled.
âThat was pretty good.â He complimented me.
âYou know, the only way Iâll learn to do this correctly is if you let me win once or twice.â I huffed, my chest heaving with the effort to breathe while Mingi didnât even appear to be breaking a sweat.
âWhereâs the fun in that?â He chuckled.
Before he could rise, Yunho laid a hand on his shoulder.
âLearning opportunity. Wrap your legs around him.â
âWhat?â
Yunho nodded, pointing at my legs clad in a pair of breeches Wooyoung had let me borrow.
âIâm going to show you how to get out of this. Wrap your legs around his waist, tightly. Lock him to you.â
I took a deep breath, doing as I was told and wrapping my legs around the tops of Mingiâs hips.
âCross your ankles spitfire. Give yourself that leverage to control his lower half.â Hongjoong supplied, nodding in approval when I listened.
âNow, your attacker got you on the ground. Letâs say they go for the obvious means of incapacitating you and start choking.â Mingiâs hands came around my throat.
The sheer size of them had his fingers overlapping one another and although he didnât squeeze enough to cut off air, my heart pounded hard enough with the realization of how easily he could.
âWrap your arms over his, hands over his opposite forearm.â Yunho instructed, crouching next to us.
He showed me exactly how he wanted me to grab Mingi. My arms crisscrossing over Mingiâs, binding him to me. Yunho laid one large palm over the top of my grip, pressing down into my chest.
âHug him tightly, make sure youâve got a good enough grip because youâre going to lift your hips in the next motion and bring your calves over his shoulders. Push him back and stretch away from his hold.â
I followed his instruction, tightening my grip and lifting my hips. My calves hooked onto Mingiâs shoulders, and I pushed as hard as I could while pressing my upper half into the ground. Mingiâs hands around my neck loosened and then released entirely, seconds before he sucked in a sharp breath. Immediately, I let him go, wondering if I did something wrong. Yunho grinned, chuckling at Mingi who bent and extended his elbows, testing them.
âI shouldâve warned you that itâll break an arm if enough force is applied.â
âJust like you to leave out the important bits.â Mingi grumbled.
âAre you okay?â I asked him.
His expression softened, his hand reaching towards me, pushing stray hairs off my sweaty forehead.
âIâm fine.â
âI think thatâs enough for today.â
I turned my head at Yeosangâs approach, the pointed look he gave Yunho relaying that there would be no arguments.
âA wonderful suggestion. Wouldnât want these savages running you through the ground on your first training session.â Wooyoung chirped, bouncing his way after Yeosang to me.
Yunho rolled his eyes. âIâve been training soldiers for years. I know a personâs limits.â
âYeah well, just because you can push yourselves doesnât mean you should.â He scoffed, offering me a hand to help me off the ground.
âSpoken like a true half-cocked bastard.â Mingi laughed.
âHow about an early dinner?â Wooyoung suggested, ignoring Mingiâs blatant jab.
âIâll clean up first and then meet you?â
âDonât take too long.â
Yeosangâs definition of a reward for a job well done with training was offering me the bathroom in his own private quarters. At first, I didnât understand why that would be considered a luxury until I set foot in it. Unlike a traditional bath, the room was an open-air hot spring with minimal alterations to its natural state. Glossy marble flooring extended over to where makeshift stairs had been made out of the stones surrounding it, the thick foliage providing enough privacy for where the spring extended beyond the walls. The space was noticeably warmer than the cool outdoors, one that I was sure would make for a comfortable difference in temperature once I was in the water. I was excited just watching the steam roll off the still pool.
âYouâre sure I can use this?â I asked in awe, looking at Yeosang over my shoulder.
âIt wasnât an offer I planned to revoke.â He smiled, nodding towards the spring. âItâs yours to use how you like. Iâll ask one of the maids to bring you a change of clothes and donât worry about Wooyoung, Iâll hold him off for you so take as long as you want.â
Yeosang turned to leave me to my bath, the sight of his back urging me to stop him the closer he got to the door.
âYeosang.â
His steps halted, turning just enough to look at me over his shoulder with one hand on the door. I bit my lip, glancing over the inviting water feeling my nerves getting the better of me.
âThank you.â
âYouâre welcome.â He replied, tossing me another easy-going smile before exiting.
I sighed, berating myself internally for being such a coward sometimes while I stripped. The water was hot, but not so much that I couldnât get used to it relatively quickly. I waded to the deepest end, the water coming up to my shoulders as I soaked in the relaxed ambience. Never had I experienced anything like this, and I could see it becoming something I would bask in regularly. In fact, going back to a normal bath seemed almost sad when compared to Yeosangâs. I took my time per his suggestion, browsing his selection of scented body oils when I heard the knocking. Figuring it was the maid Yeosang said heâd send, I bid them entry, hardly taking my eyes off the array of different scents.
âPersonally, I prefer the citrus one.â
I gasped, my arms instinctively coming up to cover myself as I whirled around. Hongjoong bit his lip to contain his laughter, his boots echoing against the marble as he approached a nearby bench to deposit my clothes.
âWhat are you doing here?â
âI brought your clothes.â He grinned. âUnless of course youâd rather walk around naked. Canât say Iâd mind that.â
I rolled my eyes. Typical of him to crack jokes in a situation like this.
âYeosang said it would be a maid.â
He shrugged, eyes finding mine before shamelessly trailing down the part of me he could see above the water.
âYou can think of me as your maid if it makes you feel better.â
âI donât think you could ever be someoneâs attendant. Youâre tooâŠâ I trailed off, sinking a little further into the water and slowly dropping my arms.
âHandsome?â He supplied, smile widening as his feet brought him a little closer at the sound of my laughter.
âI was going to say silver-tongued.â
âAhh, that too.â
I could have burst into flames under the heat of his stare. His darkened gaze watching me heavily even as I turned, hoping to alleviate some of the flush rushing its way to my cheeks.
âSo, citrus?â I broke the thick silence, sifting through bottles for Hongjoongâs recommendation.
âItâs my favorite.â
I raised an eyebrow, peeking at him out of the corner of my eye.
âDo you have a bottle too?â
He shook his head, his smile turning into a mischievous smirk.
âItâs what I use when I sneak in here from time to time.â
Somehow that newfound knowledge didnât surprise me. Hongjoong seemed like the type to sneak in for a bit of the luxury the king of Mereneâs bath had to offer. Tilting my head, I tapped the glass bottle housing the citrus body oil with my nail, the soft clinking allowing me to focus on it rather than the embarrassing words I let loose next.
âWould you like to sneak in again?â
âI thought I already had.â He teased.
âYou know what I mean.â
Hongjoong tore at the buttons of his shirt, sending a few of them flying in his haste as he pulled it off.
âYeah, I know.â His voice came out huskier than normal, bottom lip finding its way between his teeth while he undressed.
I couldnât help but watch him. My eyes taking in every inch of skin as article after article of clothing was removed. A part of me reminded myself that I should be sheepish watching a man undress right in front of me so openly, but I wasnât. My ogling was cut short at my first glimpse of his mark. The cerulean shade complimented his tawny skin tone nicely in a pattern over his right hip similar to the one I bore on my hand. I wondered if all their marks were the same in shape, a perfect match to my own like two puzzle pieces for one another.
âI didnât take you for the leering type.â
I met his eyes, noticing the amusement in his as he took his first step into the spring.
âJust returning the favor.â I attempted nonchalantly, even as my heart jumped into my throat the closer he came. âDonât think I missed you shamelessly looking at me.â
He hummed, dipping under the water only to resurface beside a rock right next to me. If I hadnât already been panicking having him so close, I sure was now. If possible, he was even more appealing, dripping water trailing down his sharp features and those silver locks stained to a darker gray now that it was damp. He combed his wet hair away from his face, leaning back against the stone lazily.
âYouâre a beautiful woman. It would be a shame not to appreciate it.â
Hongjoong made himself comfortable, his head tilting back to lay on the rock, eyes sliding shut.
âYou can continue your bath. I promise not to look unless you want me to.â
âIâm not sure I believe you.â
He chuckled, throwing an arm over his face.
âNo peeking. I swear.â
I stood still for a handful of seconds, wondering if he would really stay like that while I finished washing myself. True to his word, he hardly moved a muscle, arm remaining in place even as I popped open the citrus body oil. I worked over what I had above the water first, peeking over at him every now and then to see if he still had his eyes closed. He was unusually quiet, not saying a word while the only sounds between us were the soft splashing of my movements. Hauling myself up on a nearby stone, I quickly covered and rinsed the rest of my body, slipping back beneath the comfort of the spring water.
âCan I ask you something?â
âHmm?â His response came out like a sigh, like heâd been on the verge of falling asleep.
âYunho told me your ability was energy manipulation, what does that mean exactly?â
âI can exploit natural energy. Itâs a difficult ability to explain and you would probably understand better if I showed you sometime.â
âYou could always show me now.â I hinted, wading closer to him.
I caught the quick quirk of his lips where they peeked out from under the arm still thrown over his eyes. Though I was sure he knew I was close and finished washing myself, he didnât dare move. I could tell he was listening for me though, the slight tilt of his head in my direction and the occasional deep inhale letting me know he knew exactly where I was. Still, he refused to move an inch even as I came within armâs reach. Letting the silence simmer between us, I set aside the bottle of citrus body oil on a rock next to him after pouring a generous amount in my palm. Not giving myself time to back out, I laid my hand over his chest.
Hongjoong stiffened under my ministrations, arm falling from his face to watch me spread the oil over him. Fighting the urge to blush, I kept at it, running my hands over his chest and the bit of abdomen still accessible over the water line before moving back up to his shoulders. The delighted chuff he let loose emboldened me, my touch turning more confident as I washed him.
âYouâre bathing me?â
âShould I not?â
My brow lifted as my eyes did, Hongjoongâs expression blending from surprise into that cocky countenance I was used to seeing from him as he leaned into me, letting my slick hands slide over his shoulders.
âIt feels nice, but you should know that if youâre to bathe one part of me, youâll have to do the same to the rest of me.â
I shook my head, failing to keep the smile off my lips as I returned my focus to covering his neck and arms in the oil.
âI jest spitfire.â He chuckled softly, dropping his face down to mine. âLet me show you.â
The second his fingers met the skin of my arm, tingles erupted. It was like every bit of my body was suddenly hyper aware of that point of contact, a charge between him and I that built in intensity the longer he held me. All at once, my body shut down, my head went completely quiet, thoughts vanishing as if Iâd never had them in the first place and my body fell into Hongjoong. He caught me, pressing me into him at the same time everything came flooding back. The tingles dissipated, my mind scrambled to understand what just happened. I felt like a newborn learning the controls of my body all over again as I tried to get my feet under me. I was out of breath, my lungs working harder to suck in air that I hadnât even realized I was deprived of while under Hongjoongâs spell.
âWhoa.â I whispered, attempting to get my bearings. âHow-?â
âI temporarily interrupted your signaling pathway. The nerve impulses in your body act like a supercharged expressway and I simply input a roadblock between your brain and the rest of your body, essentially cutting off transmission. Easiest and quickest way to incapacitate someone if I needed to.â
âYou barely touched me.â
âIf I concentrate hard enough, I may not have to at all.â
âThatâs incredible.â
Their abilities never ceased to amaze me. Though I didnât quite understand how they worked, it was one of the most exciting things Iâd ever experienced getting to see them firsthand.
âAnd I can, of course, do the opposite by overloading the body with impulses.â
âShow me.â I told him eagerly, holding my arm out this time.
Except he didnât take my arm, instead, his fingers wrapped around the back of my neck, pressing into my jugular where another explosion of tingles nearly made me pass out. I grabbed onto his bicep, hoping to ground myself at least a little as a completely different sensation took over me, one that had me desperately biting back a moan. Hongjoong spun us around, pressing me into the stone he had been leaning against as the tip of his nose trailed along my jaw to my ear.
âSensitive body zones work best for this one.â He purred, the charge between us intensifying into damn near overwhelming sensations as my eyes rolled back. âSometimes I use it during sex to prolong an orgasm.â
âFuck.â I barely managed to breathe out between harsh intakes of air.
âWant to see how it works spitfire?â Amusement leaked into his tone, the low rumbling in his chest betraying how much he loved hearing the effect he had on me. âIâll bet I can make you cum with barely a touch.â
I didnât doubt it. Not with the way my body was wound so tight already, his ability bombarding me with burst after burst of pleasure. The constant delivery was damn near driving me insane, every bit of me begging for release as I arched into Hongjoong in search of it.
âPlease.â I mewled. âShow me.â
His hold around my neck shifted, palm turning to cup my cheek now as his thumb pressed under my chin to tilt my head up. Chocolate eyes darkening into molten swirls, like the bowl of melted sweetness Seonghwa had been dipping strawberries into that one evening. His forehead touched mine first, lips a breath away as he savored the bit of contact between us.
âThe real question is whether Iâll be able to live with myself after seeing you like this if itâs not me.â
That sentiment brought me out of my haze to look at him. He hid it well, but I spent the last several months of my life pinpointing the pain people attempted to mask. I did it too in order to take care of my mother. I cupped his cheek, hoping it offered him the comfort I couldnât give to him in words. He leaned into my touch, letting a bit of vulnerability slip through his carefully crafted façade.
âBut Iâd rather be here now and know it was real rather than dwelling on what my imagination thinks it couldâve been if I donât.â
He closed the distance between us, lips covering my own with a desperation he couldnât hold back. The heat of the spring around us coupled with the overpowering citrus that I had bathed us both in left me lightheaded. Hongjoongâs lips fit over mine perfectly, and despite the urgency in it, the kiss was controlled. His mouth guiding mine into the rhythm he wanted out of me as the stone behind me dug into my back.
âItâs selfish, but I want something I can remember for all the nights I have to spend without you.â
âThatâs not selfish.â I told him firmly, dipping my hand under the water.
I brushed my fingers over his hip, feeling that familiar jolt through my own body that was mirrored in Hongjoong as he shuddered with the caress of his mark. The growl that came from him reverberated through me, a thrill of excitement licking down my spine to pool at my center as he lifted me up onto the rock. The air was much cooler than the water, goosebumps rose on my flesh, and I fought off a shiver as Hongjoong caught my hips, holding me steady. The water still lapped at my waist, but Hongjoong wasted no time in dragging his tongue over the skin he could, licking every trail of water that dripped over my abdomen. He purred in appreciation at the moans escaping me, lower half slotting between my thighs as his lips found my breasts.
He took his time, licking me of every last droplet of water before turning his attention to my nipples. My fingers curled through his silver locks, tugging on the damp strands as I fought to maintain some clarity under his mouth. I called to him in a moan, legs wrapping around his hips while arching into him. One hand released my waist, groping my lonely breast before putting his ability to use with a quick drag of his thumb across my hardened bud. A loud curse filled the room, my body jerking under him as that sensation amplified only to congregate at my throbbing cunt. Hongjoong peered up at me, eyes sparkling with the knowledge of what he was doing before pulling away. He licked his lips slowly, white teeth flashing as he smiled.
âReady for the most intense orgasm youâll ever have?â
âDo you have to ask?â I giggled.
âI thought that was me being a gentleman.â
He dove in for another kiss as my giggles dissolved into full blown laughter, lips muffling the sounds to bring me back to him. His warm palm coasted down my torso, pausing to draw little patterns across my skin with the water dripping from his fingers before continuing. I felt like I was ready to combust underneath him, a part of me wishing I had the ability to inflict the same torturous pleasure he liked to. My devilish thoughts quickly dashed away when he parted my folds. He toyed with my entrance, barely slipping two fingers in, testing his entry before plunging them in and up to his first knuckle, thumb finding my clit.
âFuck, Hongjoong.â
A low rumble was my only reply, his fingers retreating and thrusting back in steadily. Every bit of my attention was drawn to the way he fucked me with his fingers. It took me a second to realize that the slowly building waves of pleasure with each reentry and pass over my clit was his ability. Hongjoong took the time to work it into a crescendo rather than drowning me under its intensity all at once. To be honest, I didnât know which was worse. My chest heaved with the effort it took to suck in air when it felt like he was pulling it all from me anyway. My toes curled at the onslaught, the thick, humid air breaking sweat over my skin. I muttered curses under my breath, eyes squeezing shut as the knot in my lower abdomen grew taut. Hongjoong praised me as I clenched down on his fingers, he buried them deep, curling to find that spot within my walls that would ultimately ruin me. The pleasure emanating from him peaking in a torrent of overwhelming sensations against my clit and g-spot, throwing me over that precipice.
My mouth opened, but any sound was caught in my chest as I trembled in Hongjoongâs hold. Wave after wave kept coming though, my voice finally crashing through the invisible barrier holding it as a pitiful sob echoed through the room. Hongjoongâs ability allowed that constant summit of pleasure to flow, dragging it out to the point where I wasnât too sure whether it was the same one, or if it ripped a second immediate orgasm from me altogether.
I gulped breaths in as his torment subsided, my body collapsing into nothing better than jelly while he soothed me, peppering kisses over my stomach. Slowly, my consciousness recovered, my mind barely more than mush as I watched Hongjoong lay his chin just below my breasts to give me a heart-breaking smile.
âRather intense, isnât it?â He teased, running wet palms over my flushed skin.
âThatâs a bit-â I huffed a laugh. âI think I almost passed out.â
âI like it when you stroke my ego.â He winked, pulling me off the rock and back into the water. âWe should finish up. At least one of us is still expecting you.â
âRight.â I nodded, still a little out of it even as Hongjoong picked up the citrus body oil.
âYou wash my hair for me, and Iâll handle the rest of me?â
âOkay.â
âAnd donât worry, I donât mind if you peek.â
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Your neighbourâChoi Sanâis such a gentleman on top of being a complete hunk and smelling so fuckin good. Especially so when he offers his hoodie when he sees you being drenched. Well, nothing could come out of such a simple gesture of kindness, right?
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The scents of the florals fill his lab, something heâs so used to already. As the concoction bubbles, he walks over to the other flowers potted along the shelf, pressing the petals against his nose, taking in their smell before he pulls away. He pulls off his goggles, walking over to his desk, staring at the standing whiteboard, filled to the corners with flower names, chemical compounds, and other miscellaneous details. Even though heâs doing fine, he feels that something is missing. Choi San feels stale and stuck.Â
The rain is pattering down heavily against the pavement, he stares at the raindrops hitting the leaves of his plants. San often gets compliments on how beautiful his plants are, and how natural he is at gardening. San would don his signature smile and he would thank them for the compliment. Sometimes, his neighbours would come by to ask for gardening advice and San would gladly entertain them. This evening was no different. Another one of his neigbours who was growing greens had wanted to express appreciation by buying San his favorite fertilizers. Stacking them neatly in his cabinet, San then decides to head down to the reception to receive his parcel.Â
Fuck. The downpour was so sudden. It totally caught you off guard, and you were drenched before you realised it. You make it to the entrance of your apartment complex, shivering slightly from the air conditioning. You shake off the excess water off your arms, and when you look up, your heartbeat quickensâyour apartment complex crush is standing at his letterbox, filtering through his mail while he holds a parcel in his arms. Heâs in a grey hoodie, and for some reason, it makes him look big, and itâs driving you insane. Shit, shit, shit. You pray that he doesnât turn around and see you.
âHey. Good evening y/nâ, San greets cheerily. You force a smile, âGood evening San.â
San has his eyes on you, and you swear heâs eyeing you downâprobably judging you for being drenched and shit.Â
âLooks like you reached back just in timeâ, he teases, and you pout.Â
âI feel like a drenched dog. Is this how dogs feel after a shower?â You reply, brushing your hands through your wet locks, all in an attempt to stop yourself from staring at San laughâhis voice is hypnotic enough to make you melt into a puddle already. The cold air from the air conditioning hits you once more, and this time youâre beginning to shiver uncontrollably on top of struggling to open your damn letterbox and not looking like a circus in front of your crush.Â
You focus on fidgeting with your letterbox keys, your fingers reaching out to snatch the letters. When you close the latch, San has his hoodie unzipped, and heâs removing said outerwear.Â
âSan, what are you-â
Heâs about to hand you the hoodie, but he instead opts to put his parcels in your hands, and he fucking fits the hoodie around your shoulders, and when he does, his smell floods your senses. He smells like a mix of floralâwith hints of spice and citrus, and although for a brief moment, you have it locked in some part of your brain. His fingers brush against yours as he takes his parcels and letters from you, and it doesnât help that heâs in a black shirt that hugs his biceps, shoulders, and chest a little too well. You barely muster the strength to peel your eyes away, feeling your heart flutter when his fingers brush against yours as he retrieves his packages back from you.
You look up, hoping that the fluorescent lights donât highlight the heat thatâs rushing to your cheeks. Youâre still shivering, but suddenly you donât feel as cold as before.Â
âThank you, Sanâ, you smile. âIâll wash it and return it to you ASAP.â San smiles in response and the both of you walk to the lift together, light conversations and laughter filling the spaces as your body and your heart gradually warm up.
San is exhaustedâheâs been at the lab back to back, drafting report after report, and itâs been taking chunks out of him. Palm against his neck, he tilts his head, shutting his eyes as he stretches his neck, and then he sighs. His superiors finally approved his reports and now he has the god-given chance of going home and catching up on his sleep for the night.
The muffled sounds of his doorbell stir him up from his sleep. He doesnât shift for a couple of seconds. Then his hands shift across the bedsheets to feel for his phone. The doorbell sounds a couple more times and San grunts in his groggy state, his fingers hitting against the edge of his phone, which he pulls closer to him to check the time.
Itâs 2 pm. He crashed for 14 hours last night.Â
He slowly sits up, letting his sight adjust to the afternoon sun filtering through his windows before he walks over to the front door. Heâs slightly grouchy from the amount of sleep he clocked in, but as he swings the door open, the remainder of his sleep dissipates when he sees that itâs you standing before him.
âIâm sorry, did I wake you up?â You ask, rubbing your neck. âI wanted to return you this..â, you bring up a paper bag to Sanâs view. San is still registering this.
âBut you werenât home for the past couple of days, and I donât have your phone number..âÂ
San blinks. Then his hands reach out to take the paper bag, and his eyes glance downwards.Â
Ah, itâs his hoodie.Â
He looks up back to you. âThank you. Donât tell me youâve been coming here every day to try to pass me this?âÂ
âYes and no..?â you answer with a smile. It spreads to San, who suddenly feels a shot of guilt for making you come to his unit when he wasnât even there half of the time.Â
âIâll treat you to dinner for the trouble Iâve put you throughâ, he says hastily. He thinks the way your eyes widen and how pink is flushing at the tip of your ears is so adorable, and then he cuts you off before you attempt to decline his offer, âPass me your phone.â
The phone in your hand is in his now and he types in his phone number before he hands it back to you.Â
He leans in slightly closer, and there is a particular scent that slowly starts to make its way to his brain. Is it coming from you? For some reason, he hasnât been able to get it out of his head since the day he lent you his hoodie. And there it was again, faint, but it was definitely there.
âIs there anything else I can help you with, y/n?â
Heâs almost disappointed when he sees you shake your head, but at the same time, he has lab work to do, so he shuts the door after he sends you off with a smile, not knowing that you omitted that you wore his hoodie a couple more times after washing (mostly due to the cold weather).
He drops off the paper bag on his bedroom floor before he heads off to his home lab.
Unfortunately, the extra 14 hours of sleep still doesnât spark inspiration for his chemistry, and he ends up spending barely an hour in his lab, mostly tending to his flowers, before he decides to call it a day.Â
San is back in his bedroom, and he decides to unpack his hoodie from the paper bag. His hands reach into the bag and retrieve the hoodie, and when he unfolds the hoodie, his mind immediately hazes at the scent coming off the garment. Fuck. Itâs even more prominent. Itâs the scent that he canât get out of his fucking head, and now itâs pretty much in his hands.Â
You smell like fucking heaven, San thinks, placing the outerwear under his nostrils once more, inhaling, the smell completely entering the crevices of his mind. He groans and curses at the way his erection is pushing against his pants just from your fucking smell. Itâs more than just the detergent you useâitâs so much more intimate and intoxicating than that, and itâs undoubtedly driving San fucking crazy. Heâs so sure that this is the scent that heâs been chasing after.
San walks over to his bed, comfortable on the mattress while he pushes his pants past his thick thighs, his cockhead pushing against his underwear, forming a dark and wet spot. He inhales shakily, teasing himself, the precum thickening and staining more of his underwear. It doesnât take him long to kick off his sweats and underwear completely, letting his cock spring out with a relieved sigh, before he slowly starts fucking his hand while his other hand has his head filled with your pheromones.Â
The thought of you on that rainy evening, the way the rain had drenched your white shirt through, your bra showing, cupping your tits so fucking teasingly. San wonders if you did it on purpose because he would have just ripped your shirt open right then and there. His repressed fantasies begin to bubble upâthe thought of him inviting you to his unit instead, letting his hands feel you up, making sure your goosebumps are from his touches rather than the cold because he swears he can warm you up quickly. He would press himself against you, taking in your scent, before heâd slip his hands underneath your pathetic white shirt, cupping your tits, then sliding your pants offâhe knows he canât even wait till the both of you reach his bedroomâthe furthest the both of you would go? The fucking couch.
Your smell floats, and itâs dragging him deeper and deeper. San bucks his hips against his hand, soft moans pouring out his lips, whining your name against the fragrant garment, his precum turning thicker by the minute. Heâs liked you ever since he met you when you first moved in, and now youâre filling up every part of his olfactory senses. Heâs desperate to fill you up with him, make sure youâre holding your shirt up with your teeth, your eyes filling up with tears as he slams his cock into your warm pussy, over and over, forcing yourself to stay quiet so the neighbours donât hear. Â
Fucking hell. Sanâs thighs shake slightly at the thought of it. He takes another inhale, and itâs like a dopamine reset once more, perfect at the moment when heâs bringing himself to the edge. Your voice echoes in his head, the pretty sounds youâd make, the expressions that he would indulge in for himself.
Thick streams of cum bubble from his silt, and he almost suffocates himself from the sick pleasure of burying his face in his hoodie drenched in your scent, he catches his breath as the scent slowly fades when he pulls the hoodie from his face, panting from an orgasm that he knows will never be enough one time.Â
As San washes off his high in the warm showers, he decides to attempt to recreate your scent, wanting to keep it all for himself. And he knows just a hoodie isnât gonna be enough.
Youâve been flipping your apartment upside down, looking for your panties. At first, you didnât notice that one pair went missingâchalking it off as you misplacing your laundry. But when the second one you swore you dropped off in the fresh laundry hamper disappears, along with a third, you realise something was amiss. You retrace your stepsâyou did have a couple of people over recently, but the majority of them were your girl friends, if you minus off how you and San have been going over to each otherâs places for meals ever since the both of you exchanged phone numbers. Undoubtedly, your feelings for him have grown exponentially, especially when the both of you spent time with each other in (almost) close proximity. San had always been polite and helped around with cleaning up the dishes, and he had a very endearing habit of leaning in closer to youâwhether to just tease you or to hear you betterâit would never fail to make you act flustered around him before you would roll your eyes and push him away.Â
Needless to say, the relationship had blossomed since that rainy evening. You just didnât expect to grow so close with your apartment complex crush, and while there were nights where Sanâs face, Sanâs voice, Sanâs body would bubble up to the surface when your orgasms washed over you, leaving you squirming and shy once the post nut clarity hit, you thought to yourself that the relationship between the both of you was good enough for now.
You scratch your head, racking your brains as to where your panties might have magically disappeared to. Youâre lost in thought until the ping from your phone brings you out of it. You go over to check, and itâs from Sanâreminding you of dinner at his place. Right, the panties can wait for now.Â
âI hope Iâm not lateâ, you smile as San opens the door for you to let you in. San returns it, âNo, I just placed the order. Itâs gonna take awhile.âÂ
You take a seat on his couch. No matter how many times youâve been to his place recently, you always feel that itâs still so spacious.Â
Then he breaks your train of thought.Â
âIs there something youâd like to do while waiting?â You let your eyes wander around his apartment again, and they land on the potted plants on his window sill.Â
Your eyes dart away from how San is staring downâhis body is facing towards you, giving you his fullest, and itâs making you slightly self-conscious.Â
âIâm wondering what youâre always so busy with.â, you say. Youâre ready to be rejected when San doesnât answer right away. Right, itâs probably something personal to him too. But you canât help but overthink when he doesnât reply immediately sometimes. It makes you feel so childlike.Â
He stands up, gesturing you to follow him. âItâs a little embarrassingâ, San replies as he guides you to the tightly shut door. He presses his fingertip onto the keypadâit lights up green and San pushes the door knob down, and the door pushes open.Â
It is as if it is another world. The lights are dim and the air is a lot cooler, albeit slightly more humid thanks to the myriad amount of plants littered around the room. He has so many speciesâdifferentcolours and different flowers. The scents hit you next, the floral scent floating around your nostrils at different intensities.Â
âA whole nursery?â You exclaim, walking near to some of the flowers.Â
âYes and no. Itâs more of a labâ, San corrects you, walking over to the heavy desk just full of lab equipment. âSorry, itâs kinda messy.â
You shake your head, still taking in the sight of his botanically busy room, amazed.Â
As you near more of the equipment, the scents grow stronger. The whole lab smells so fragrant, and youâre surprised that itâs not overpowering, to say the least.Â
âSo, what do you do here exactly?â You ask, taking another whiff of the fragrance while staring at the rows of test tubes before you.Â
âI make scents. Itâs just a side hobby of mine on top of my researchâ, San explains. He picks up a test tube and gestures you to take a whiff, and so you do, pleasantly surprised at how much the scent smells just like him.Â
âThen whatâs your little project now?âÂ
San pauses. He doesnât look you in the eye for that split second. As he parts his mouth to answer, the doorbell rings, and it jumps him out of his thoughts. The food is here.Â
Seated across San, as you always do, San is plating the takeout while you prepare the utensils. The topic of his lab comes up again, but you completely forget about asking about his projects.
Midway through the conversation, the rice cake that you were trying to eat somehow slips off the utensil and drops onto your clothes, causing you to jump in surprise, somehow toppling your plate with the leftover sauce, on top of staining on your clothes, much to your dismay.Â
âShitâ, you curse, casting an irritated glance at the splatter on your clothes. The plate clatters on the floor. You stand there, slightly dumbfounded at the situation. Youâre wondering if you should just head home to change out, considering that your unit isnât too far from his. But before you have the chance to bring up that suggestion, San cuts you off.
âYou can drop your clothes into the washing machine. In the meantime, you can borrow my hoodie. It should be on the clean laundry hamper.â
âSan-â
He turns to you with a comforting smile. âItâs fine. Rice cake sauce isnât the easiest to clean off when you leave it for too long. Iâll clean up the floor.â
You realise arguing with him isnât work out in your favour, nor will it get the rice cake sauce off your clothes any quicker, so you decide to heed his words and head to his room.
Undressing yourself once you shut the door, you drop your soiled clothes into the washing machine. It was then you realise that you are pretty much naked, in Choi Sanâs fucking bedroom. Struggling to keep your head out of the gutter, you decide to focus on finding that damn grey hoodie. Your eyes scan his room, trying to search for the grey hoodie. And your eyes land on a thick-looking piece of garment on one of the laundry hampers. You walk over to pick it up.
You put his hoodie over, and there it is againâthe spicy citrus smell. Choi Sanâs smell. Your thighs push against each other a little tighter this time. Then something in your peripherals catch your attentionâa lace garment. You inch closer, and your heart drops.Â
Itâs a pair of lace underwear.Â
Fuck. Is he seeing someone and he didnât tell you? A thick lump forms in your throat.Â
And then it goes away when you start picking up another two more panties from the hamper, and the realisation hits you like a fucking truckâthese are your fucking panties.Â
Things are not adding up in your brain, thatâs for fucking sure.Â
At that moment, San bursts into the bedroom, and a panicked expression scribbled across his face. His eyes are blown wide open when they land on the three pairs of panties in your hands.Â
You stare back at him, almost mirroring his expression, the only difference being confusion for you instead.Â
The corner of Sanâs lips pull into a half smile. âOops.â
âSan, whatâs the meaning of this?â You ask, feeling your face flush rapidly.Â
âWellâ, San pauses. âyou asked what scent Iâm making next right? Itâs yours.âÂ
âMy scent?â You echo back in question to him. San sighs, his shoulders relaxing as he inches closer to you, trapping you underneath him when you finally hit his bed.Â
âYes, darling. Your scentâ, his voice almost turning into a whisper, dropping octaves lower. âYouâre so cruelâkeeping something so intoxicating to yourself.âÂ
You swallow hard. Sanâs eyes still reflect his usual gentle demeanor, but now itâs slowly being tinted with something else. Something more ominous. Despite that, it only draws you in, like a prey being slowly hypnotized by her predator. You should be shocked, terrified even, but the only thing streaming through the nerves of your brain is the internal begging for San to just eat you up right now.Â
You suddenly realise that the hoodie isnât zipped up, the outerwear slipping down your arms. You remain still, your heartbeat slamming against your ribcage.Â
âYou can run out of my apartment now. Iâm giving you five secondsâ, San tells you, and your mind is spinning at the thought of him even giving you a chance to leave.Â
Five seconds pass. Youâre still staring up at the male above you, whose lips are curling into a satisfied smirk.Â
His fingers cup your jaw, and he tells you, âOpen up.â Sparks splatter across your eyelids the moment his lips collide with yours. You pull him closer on instinct, the feeling of his thick erection behind the two layers of fabric sending you into an orbit on top of his tongue teasing yours. He pulls back, licking off the strings of saliva between the both of you. His gaze is locked onto yours.
âPlease? Let me taste you. I promise Iâll make you feel so fucking goodâ, his request sounding more like a beg. Your mind is hazy. Choi San? In between your fucking legs? You swallow hard, and then you nod.Â
San lowers himself to your clothed cunt, his eyes shut in bliss when he presses himself against your pussy.Â
âHeavenâ, is all he mutters, his eyes casting you a glazed expression that was definitely about to drive you fucking insane, before his fingers pull against the waistband of your panties, slipping them off you.Â
The moment you feel his tongue press against your pussy, your mind threatens to shut off. San is breathing heavily against your soaking pussy, taking in the sight, taste, and smell of what youâre finally giving to him. Every time your thighs jerk to shut at the sensation of his tongue licking you up, his hands push you open for him forcing you to take his tongue in your cunt, and itâs wiping out any remaining rational thoughts you didnât even know you had.Â
Your fingers tug against his scalp, pushing your hips deeper onto his tongue, your back arched from how fucking good he feels. His tongue is lapping you up, teasing your clit over and over again once he hits the sweet spot, his fingers leaving imprints on your thighs when he hears you whine and moan his name.Â
All San can think about is how fucking amazing you tasteâhe knew it would be another fucking level than pressing his nose against the fabric of your panties and fucking into his hand for the past few weeks, but actually letting you fuck his face? Heâs on fucking cloud nine.Â
His glazed-out eyes shift to look up at you, watching the way youâre squirming under him, the sounds of his wet tongue fucking you, tasting you, echoing around his room. Your cream and pussy are the only things he can register, and he wants to keep it for himself, forever.
âS-San-â, you cry out, your mind just threatening to blank out at every flick of his tongue. Heâs building your orgasm at such a dangerous pace, and tears are pooling at the corners of your eyes when you feel something funny bubbling at the pit of your stomach. âI think Iâm gonna fuck-â
âThatâs it. Let it go for me. Thatâs a good fucking girlâ, San encourages, before his tongue presses against your clit, giving you another lick before white washes over you, your cunt pulsing violently against his tongue from the sheer pleasure, then clear fluids splattering onto Sanâs pretty faceâwho seemed unfazed, considering heâs still lapping your cunt up, while youâre almost thrashing above him as the overstimulation starts to sink in. Your moans sound like cries when you beg him to stop. San doesnât relent, and he only stops when he suddenly whimpers, switching over to kiss your thighs, decorating your plump flesh with love bites. He pushes a finger in, letting you stain and coat his fingers, enjoying your whines before he pulls out and towers over you.Â
âFuck, if Iâd known youâd taste this good, I would have stolen your panties soonerâ, he mutters, cleaning his fingers with his tongue, desperate to taste you again.
Youâre catching your breath from going through the most mind-blowing orgasm, watching San pulling his shirt over his head, and then slipping out of his sweats, your breath caught in your throat when his fat cock comes into view, thick and heavy, and covered in thick cum.Â
Sanâs fingers curl around your neck, and he lowers himself to litter kisses across your neck and jaw, itâs giving you goosebumps, your arms automatically wrapping around his neck to pull him closer.Â
He pauses right at the shell of your ear.Â
âI want to wear you over and over again. I want to lock you up in meâbottle you up so I can keep you for myself.â
âThen do it. Iâm here for you to dip into your pretty little fantasies in, San.â
You swear you see something snap in the poor male, especially from the way he takes a deep inhaleâshakilyâ before he parts your lips with his, leaving you breathless when your little steamy make-out session ends.Â
âYou donât know what you do to me, darlingâ, San cautions when he pulls back. His hair is tousled but fuck, he still looks so fucking good. âAnd Iâm not stopping even if youâre screaming.â
Fuck.Â
He fucks his hand, soft sighs leaving his lips, as his cum dribbles down his length, before he lines up to your hole and pushes in easily.Â
You hear him groan above you, your eyes are fixated on the way heâs losing himself in your pussy, and your mind is finally growing blank the more his cock fills you up. Heâs stretching you open so fucking good, filling you up to the hilt.Â
âYouâre squeezing me so much, darling. Fuck. Are you fucking kidding me?â His eyebrows are scrunched, his hands holding your legs up while he lets you adjust to his cock.Â
But he doesnât warn you before he starts moving, his impatience completely overriding any ounce of rationale he has left in him.Â
âSo good. San, you feel so fucking goodâ, your moans sounding like cries whenever his hips snap against yours, the obscene sounds only adding to the tension.Â
âYou take me so fucking well, darlingâ, Sanâs voice is ringing in your ears. âLook at your fucking pussy just swallowing me up like that.âÂ
You donât even reply to that, your eyes are rolled to the back of your head, and your head is somewhere in fucking heaven where San is definitely fucking you into.Â
Just when you feel that you were about fucking fall apart on his cock, he pulls out, and you barely manage to catch your breath when San instructs you to turn over. You do, your ass up for him, and he enters your cunt once more, before fucking into you from the back. You donât fucking know how, but you swear that his cock feels even thicker from the back.
His hands press against your hips, fucking you deep before he lets his hands slide down your body and he stops at your neck, gesturing you to look up at him as he leans down to press his lips against yoursâall while rearranging your guts from the back.Â
He lets you pull back when you feel your neck is growing sore, and then he puts his body weight onto you, his arm tucking underneath your neck.Â
âSuch a good fucking girl for me. You feel so fucking amazingâ, San whispers, tickling every crevice of your brain as he presses his nose against the curve between your neck and shoulder, his thrusts turning more like ruts. The arm lock around your neck isnât cutting off oxygen thankfully, but the thought of him choking you out only drags you closer to your high.Â
âCumming, Iâm cumming San-â, you whimper, tears trickling from your eyes from how much his cock is constantly hitting in such deep fucking spots of your pussy.Â
âMe too, babe. Gonna fill you up so nice and good, thatâs what youâd like, right?â San teases, his cock twitching in you before he groans, his warm cum filling you up so good right at the same time your orgasm hits you once more, making you squeeze even more cum from San, perfectly milking him dry in your pussy.Â
âSo fucking perfectâ, you hear San mutter, and you canât help but flush, even though he just fucked every ounce of sanity out of you. His lips trail down the nape of your neck, his eyes are locked onto you, hazy and tinted with a hint of a growing obsession you could never tell.Â
prompt ;Â âwhat about an ot7 where the guys and the reader meet over for a movie night at the boys dorm? like just chilling there and a lot of fluffy comments over the film and little touches always around the corner?â sent in by @aestheticistsblogâ
pairing ; ot7 x fem!reader
genres ; romance
themes ; fluff
warnings ;Â mentions of alcohol and alcohol consumption
word count ; 740Â
note ;Â Gahh my teeth nearly rotted while writing this. But I donât regret it one bit. Thank you so much for this prompt. xx
I'm sorry everyone, Tumblr is losing its mind again and won't let me tag anyone. Thank you to my editor @rocker7898 for getting back to me so quickly on this chapter.
It took less than two days for Mingi and Jongho to return. During that time, I tried to sort my feelings out, giving serious consideration to Yunhoâs words. I was hoping it would make the choice between six of them a bit easier, if I took a logical standpoint versus an emotional one. As much as I wished that was the case, it wasnât. I kept deferring back to how heavy a decision it truly was. Choosing a mate, one man to spend the rest of my life with, among seven I felt equally strong in my affections for. It was impossible. My eyes drifted towards Yunho, who had become the center of attention in the room filled with the men I was supposed to pick from. He took it upon himself to deliver the news. Thankfully, because I didnât know if I would be capable of it myself.
The silence was deafening by the end of his explanation. Some lost in thought, others trying to come to terms with what they were being told. No one outright rejected the idea, a good thing, I think, but the lack of sound was just as nerve-wracking.
âYou said six. Whoâs not a part of the decision?â Yeosang spoke first.
He sat unusually straight in an armchair across from me. One of the few available seats, as the study we are currently meeting in didnât look to be made to accommodate so many people at once. I sat in another, the last seat to my right taken by Wooyoung. Seonghwa held his post at the edge of the room, eyes trained outside the window like they almost always were. The rest were scattered about the room, leaning against various pieces of furniture or standing tall with their arms crossed, making for an intimidating sight. Especially Mingi.
âMyself.â Yunho answered. âMy abilities wonât serve the current purpose well enough for me to genuinely consider myself a good option. The rest of you have gifts that she could use.â
âYunhoâŠâ Mingi frowned, ready to dispute the accusations he made against himself until Hongjoong interjected.
âYou decided this yourself? Youâre not just going along with this because you feel like you have to, are you?â
âHeâs right.â San agreed softly. âWe can find another way. You donât have to feel pressured to decide right now.â
âAre you saying that for her sake or yours?â
My rebuttal lodged in my throat at the animosity thrown Sanâs way. I whipped my head in his direction just as Jongho took a step closer towards his brother.
âWhat is that supposed to mean?â San sighed.
âThere is no other option at this point. We all know it, she knows it. For you to pretend that we do only makes you sound like a coward whoâs afraid her choice wonât be you.â
Sanâs jaw clenched, expression tightening as he tried to keep his own temper in check.
âYou seem awfully eager to jump to conclusions. Are you so confident itâll be you then?â
âIâve made peace with the knowledge that it probably wonât be. Can you say the same?â Jongho sneered.
âStop.â I unconsciously grabbed the hand closest to me, which was Jonghoâs.
Sanâs eyes flicked down to the movement, quickly looking away again and refusing to meet my eyes even as I addressed the both of them.
âDonât fight.â I squeezed his hand. âJonghoâs right. We donât have the luxury of time on our side with people after me. Yunho is confident I can learn to wield whatever ability Iâm given faster than it would take to train me in hand-to-hand combat, and I agree. Iâd rather be safe than sorry at least.â
I met Hongjoongâs eyes, nodding firmly. âIâm choosing this way willingly.â
I left my seat to take a spot close to the center of the room beside Yunho. My hand finding Sanâs shoulder as I passed to offer him a bit of reassurance.
âIâm not saying I wonât take lessons on top of this. Yunho has agreed to train me, but Iâd like to use every opportunity to avoid what happened in Kriton. I wonât let myself be the chink in your armor.â
âThen we let you decide,â Yeosang answered for everyone, rising from his seat to stand in front of me. âAnd accept it honorably.â
He offered a hand, waiting until I accepted to bring it to his lips. I returned his smile, grateful for his unshakeable nature even when faced with an uncertainty like this one. Wooyoung was the next one up, his lips lingering against the back of my hand as those mischievous eyes sought mine.
âWhoever you choose, it wonât change the way we see you. Thereâs no ill-will among us.â He chuckled, sliding his gaze over to Jongho. âWell, most of us.â
Jongho rolled his eyes, shouldering Wooyoung out of his way.
âYour decision doesnât change things for me either. My feelings for you wonât change.â Jongho vowed, pressing a quick, chaste kiss to my hand before letting me go.
Instead of my hand, Mingi wrapped me in a full bear hug, his arms tight around me and nose burying itself into my hair as he mumbled against it.
âEven if itâs not me, youâre always welcome in Nirian. If you consider it home, itâll always be there for you.â
âThank you.â My voice wavered, with the effort it took not to cry, already missing his warmth as he pulled away to let the next man through.
San cupped one of my hands between both of his, his eyes softening as he laid his kiss against my knuckles.
âI know itâs not an easy decision, but whatever one you make will be right for you. I have no doubt that youâd be happy with any of the men here. I have faith in that.â
I squeezed his hand in thanks, feeling a natural smile bloom across my features for what felt like the first time in a very long time. Hearing the conviction in all of them eased the burden threatening to swallow my heart exponentially. I couldnât put into words how much it meant to me to hear them voice how much trust they had in me. The last of the men was slow in his saunter over to me. Hands in his pockets as that slow, cat-like grin quirked up one corner of his mouth.
âItâs nice to see you gaining a bit of your flame back, spitfire.â
I waited until he stood toe to toe with me, giving him a wry grin.
âA queen has to have a bit of her own, doesnât she? Especially to keep up with the likes of you.â
âThat she does.â He chuckled, leaning forward to press his kiss against my cheek. I could feel the curve of his lips against my skin as he dragged them over it to find my ear, letting his next words loose with a purr. âWhat a fine queen you will make.â
I shivered beneath his praise. Hongjoongâs smirk turned wicked as he pulled away, tossing me a flirtatious wink before putting a bit of distance between us. Over his shoulder, my gaze naturally drifted towards Seonghwa. True to his nature, he didnât utter a word. His eyes were still locked onto whatever he looked at out the window. The only indication that he was listening to a word of what anyone said was the slight tilt of his head in our direction. Through the reflection of the glass, his eyes met mine. Those green depths scorched me, and I wondered if I might have really burst into flames if he looked at me head-on. Yunho noticed my stare, his head following my line of sight to settle on Seonghwa.
âAh, that reminds me. Hwa.â He called to the green-eyed ensnarer. âI could use your expertise on training Y/N on a bow and arrow.â
Seonghwa dropped his hold over me, continuing his scan over the world beyond the walls he sat within.
âIsnât that your job?â He asked rhetorically, tone void of any emotion.
âI can show her the basics, but Iâd like her to be best with one. To the point where itâs her weapon of choice if possible.â
Seonghwa grunted noncommittally, his only confirmation being the quick nod of consent. Yunho smiled half-heartedly, turning back to me.
âThatâs as good a yes weâre gonna get.â
âCongratulations kitten, Hwaâs a legend on bows, youâll be learning from the best.â Wooyoung said, slinging an arm around my shoulders.
âLong-range is good, but she should know some basic hand-to-hand as well.â Mingi chimed in. âI can teach you that.â
âIn that case, Iâll have something for you.â
I turned a dubious eye to Wooyoung. âWhatâs that?â
âWell, if I told you, Iâd be ruining the surprise.â He gave me a âduhâ look. âBut~â
That mischievous twinkle was back, fingers thrumming against my opposite shoulder.
âI may be inclined to divulge if you care to swap secrets.â
âSecrets?â I laughed. âIâm afraid I wouldnât have any that would pique your interest, your highness.â
âThatâs not necessarily true.â He drawled, face leaning towards mine as he lightly brushed his fingers along my jaw. âI wanna know who it was.â
âWho what was?â
âThe man that caught your fancy enough for you to romp with him, of course.â
My cheeks burned, flaring to life under his words, but even if I managed to stave it off, the way every other head in the room turned to stare at us would have done the trick. I turned my head towards the man responsible for it, attempting to hide my face while simultaneously chastising him.
âWooâŠâ I whispered, though it came out as more of a whine.
âWas he a childhood friend? Someone you grew up with? A boy around town you had a crush on?â
I shook my head, ready to brush off his questions.
âNo, do tell. Iâm rather intrigued myself.â Hongjoong chuckled, shoving his hands back in his pockets as he looked at me.
âWas he from Nirian? Is he still in Nirian?â Mingi tried to pass it off as inquisitive, but the slight bout of panic in his voice gave him away.
San touched his shoulder, trying to ground him as it looked like the man was about to tear at the seams.
âYes, heâs from Nirian.â I answered on an exhale. âNo, heâs not a childhood friend or a boy from around town.â
I bit my lip, wondering how much of this I could get away with telling them without completely exposing myself, then figured it probably wouldnât matter anyway because Wooyoung at the very least would pester me about it until he got his answers anyway.
âHe was in the guard.â I mumbled.
âSo, he was a knight? In the royal guard?â Wooyoung grinned like a cat who got the cream.
âWhat!?â Mingi shouted, quickly being shushed by San, though the man looked as if he were too shocked to manage much else.
I nodded, confirming Wooyoungâs assumption.
âPretty unusual for someone your age to be admitted to the royal guard. He must have been something.â
âHe wasnât my age.â
It was Wooyoungâs turn to look surprised. His wide eyes causing me to burst into laughter.
âHow much older was he?â
âSeveral years. He was good friends with my father in the guard, thatâs how I met him.â
âWait wait wait.â San waved his hands in front of him, looking utterly confused by what he was hearing. âHow did that even happen?â
I shrugged. âI had a crush on him for a long time. It wasnât until I turned of age that I thought maybe it was more than that. My family attended the crowning ceremony at the palace, we shared a few drinks and one thing kind of led to another. My parents never found out about it and we both agreed after it happened that neither of us felt anything for one another past physical attraction.â
Mingi went pale, the pout forming on his lips making him look like a kicked puppy.
âYou mean that all happened the night I was crowned king?â
Hongjoong snorted in laughter, covering it into no more than a snicker when Mingi glared at him.
âIn my defense, I didnât realize I shared a bond with anyone at the time.â I smiled sadly.
âItâs fine.â Yeosang reassured me, offering some comfort to Mingi in the form of a shoulder rub. âIt happened under all our noses.â
âYou were all there?â
âYep.â Wooyoung chirped, popping the âpâ. âIts standard for all of us to be in attendance when someone new takes the throne. What rotten luck that none of us happened to find you that night.â
âWould you all have known? My mark didnât appear until I fled to Tregeron.â
âWe wouldâve known.â Yunho confirmed. âA dragon can recognize a potential mate before theyâre marked. The mark surfaces as proof that the individual is a possible mate to a dragon after encountering any dragon. For it to be present means you came into contact with a dragon before meeting us.â
âThen in TregeronâŠâ
âWe knew we shared some kind of connection to you.â Hongjoong nodded. âAlthough we didnât know to what capacity. A true mate bond, or a platonic bond like we share with one another.â
âThe mark serves as a physical representation of the match between mates. Platonic bonds donât result in marks. Therefore, when I saw it, I knew you were to be bonded with someone, somewhere.â Yeosang looked down at my hand containing the mark itself. âItâs filtered too, meaning that you hadnât mated yet.â
âFiltered?â I asked, looking down at it.
âThereâs no color with it. Generally, the femaleâs mark will match her mateâs.â Yeosang tugged at the buttons holding his shirt together and then the ties of his tunic, exposing a portion of his chest that revealed a dark black shape very similar to the one on my hand. âWhen you mate, the color of yours will change. We refer to it as a filtered mark, essentially signifying youâre mated.â
âSo, mine will turn to match the color of one of yours?â
They nodded, and I realized I was armed with another bit of information. After mating, there would be no hiding it from any of them for long. If not informed, they would know because of my mark. Wooyoung pulled me to his side.
âYeah, so make sure itâs a pretty one. No one wants a mark that looks like a smudge of dirt displayed for everyone to see.â
Yunho smacked the back of his head, making the younger man whine while rubbing the spot.
âNo one has a mark the color of dirt. Donât let him tease you.â
Wooyoung pouted, turning to me to voice his complaints at the blatant physical abuse. Although I didnât feel bad for him in the slightest. Yunho brushed off his whining, giving me a smile.
âWhat do you say we start your training now?â
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