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Paloma-Chapter 4: A Startled Dove
Warnings: feelings of paranoia, slight stalking, swearing, intense feelings of sadness (Mya is not having a good time, feelings of possessiveness, things are going to get worse before they get better, The boys are arguing : ( .
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-Context Clue: Ni-ki is the youngest physically even though he's been there the longest.
Purple = POV Switch
Red and italics = Telepathy
Blue = Inner monologue
Cat and Mouse
ot7!vampires! x hunter!reader part 1
cw: profanity, blood and violence.
Velcro really fucking hurt.
But getting your blood sucked from your body? That hurt more.
Today had been a slow night, which was honestly a blessing. You’d been sitting in the patrol car, half-listening to Chaewon complain about being hungry and trying not to fall asleep.
Then the alarm rang.
You immediately sat up.
There was only one reason the alarm went off this late at night.
Some blood-sucking vampire was out doing shit.
“Finally,” Chaewon muttered.
You looked at her.
“Finally?”
She shrugged.
“I was bored.”
“You are genuinely insane.”
You grabbed your equipment and stepped out of the car. Before leaving, you strapped the neck guard around yourself, tightening the Velcro until it sat securely against your throat.
The thing was uncomfortable.
It was hot.
It was itchy.
And the Velcro really fucking hurt.
But it was the barrier between you getting drained of blood and you getting home safely to your cat.
Nugget.
Your little stray cat was probably sitting outside your apartment right now, waiting for you to come home like he always did.
You checked your weapon and made your way toward the patrol car.
Chaewon was already sitting in the driver’s seat.
She looked over at you.
Then winked.
“Oh, cutie.”
You stared at her.
“Chae…”
“What?”
“Whoever called this in is probably dead as hell right now because you’re stalling.”
You glared at her.
Chaewon laughed and finally started the car.
“You worry too much.”
“I’m serious.”
“You’re always serious.”
“Because you’re always playing around.”
She pulled away from the curb.
“Relax. We’ll get there.”
You folded your arms.
“That’s what people say right before they get eaten.”
“You’ve been watching too many horror movies.”
“You’ve been watching too many romantic comedies.”
“Those are completely different things.”
“Not when you’re the idiot getting eaten.”
Chaewon laughed.
You didn’t.
Because you had a bad feeling.
You just didn’t know how right you were.
By the time you arrived, the scene was already surrounded by police tape.
You stepped out of the vehicle and immediately noticed how quiet everything was.
Too quiet.
Chaewon came around the car.
“See? Everything’s fine.”
You stared at her.
“That’s exactly what someone says before something jumps out.”
“You’re paranoid.”
“And you’re annoying.”
You ducked under the tape.
The body was lying several feet away.
You crouched down.
The woman was dead.
There were two puncture wounds on her neck.
Her skin was pale.
There wasn’t much blood left.
You stared at her for a moment.
Then looked at Chaewon.
“I told you.”
Chaewon slowly looked away.
“Okay.”
“You didn’t even want to come.”
“I didn’t know she’d actually be dead.”
“You thought what? She called the police for fun?”
“I don’t know!”
You stood.
“Some fucking partner.”
You grabbed the red police tape and began walking around the perimeter.
Something moved.
Your eyes snapped toward the shadows.
You froze.
“Chae.”
“What?”
“Don’t move.”
Chaewon stopped.
You slowly pulled your UV flashlight from your belt.
You pointed it toward the alley.
Nothing.
You moved the light.
Still nothing.
Then—
Hiss.
Your eyes widened.
Another hiss followed.
Then the sound of feet shuffling across concrete.
You immediately raised the flashlight.
A shadow darted across the alley.
“There!”
You grabbed your weapon.
The UV rounds were already loaded.
“Freeze!”
The figure stopped for half a second.
Then ran.
“Shit!”
You took off after them.
“Hey!” Chaewon shouted.
You ignored her.
Your boots slammed against the pavement as you chased the vampire through the alley.
He was fast.
Really fucking fast.
You rounded a corner.
He disappeared.
You kept running.
Another turn.
Another alley.
You could hear him.
His footsteps echoed through the darkness.
You pushed yourself harder.
“You are not getting away!”
The vampire suddenly turned.
You almost ran directly into him.
He was trapped.
You raised your weapon.
He backed against the wall.
He had black hair.
His chest was rising and falling rapidly.
His eyes were glowing.
His fangs were exposed.
And then he hissed at you.
You blinked.
He hissed again.
You almost laughed.
“What the fuck?”
He looked genuinely offended.
“You sound like a stray cat.”
His eyes narrowed.
You tightened your grip on your weapon.
“Don’t move.”
He slowly crouched.
You aimed directly at his chest.
“Don’t.”
He moved.
Your finger tightened around the trigger.
Then—
WHAM!
Something slammed into you from the side.
You were clotheslined so hard that the air was knocked out of your lungs.
You hit the pavement.
“FUCK!”
By the time you looked up, the vampire was gone.
You scrambled to your feet.
“Come back here!”
You ran after him.
But he was already gone.
You stopped at the end of the alley, breathing heavily.
Nothing.
You looked around.
Nothing.
“Fuck!”
You slammed your hand against the brick wall.
Your hatred for vampires wasn’t something you’d developed on your own.
It was generational.
You came from a family of hunters.
Your grandfather had been a hunter.
His father had been a hunter.
And his father before him.
There had always been one particular group of vampires that had managed to evade your family.
Generation after generation.
Your grandfather had hunted them.
Your father had hunted them.
And now you were supposed to finish what they started.
You hated them.
You hated every single one.
And tonight, you’d let one escape.
You were still standing there when Chaewon came jogging around the corner.
She was breathing heavily.
“Where’d he go?”
You turned around.
“Some fucking partner you are!”
Chaewon stopped.
“Whoa, what the fuck?”
“You were supposed to be watching my back!”
“I was!”
“You were standing around!”
“I was securing the scene!”
“You call that securing the scene?”
“You ran off!”
“Because the vampire ran!”
“Exactly!”
You stepped closer.
“Next time, do your fucking job!”
Chaewon pushed you away.
“Back up!”
You glared at her.
She glared right back.
Neither of you noticed the shadow watching from the rooftop.
Black hair.
Red eyes.
Fangs.
Sunoo was still trying to catch his breath.
He had one hand pressed against his chest while Jake kept an arm around him.
“Come on,” Jake whispered. “We need to move.”
“I know.”
Sunoo looked behind them.
Nothing.
The hunter was gone.
For now.
Jake pulled him farther down the alley.
“That was too close.”
Sunoo swallowed.
“She almost shot me.”
“I know.”
“Jake.”
“I know.”
Sunoo leaned against a pillar.
His breathing was still heavy.
Super heavy.
Jake looked at him.
“You okay?”
Sunoo nodded.
“I’m fine.”
“You keep saying that.”
“Because I am.”
“You almost got shot.”
“But I didn’t.”
Jake sighed.
They’d been feeding when they’d seen the patrol car lights.
It had been a random body.
Someone had already been killed.
And Niki, naturally, had looked at the situation and thought—
Hey.
Free food.
None of them had expected hunters to arrive.
They’d barely gotten away.
Sunoo had been separated from the others.
And then he’d been cornered.
The hunter had been standing there with a UV weapon aimed directly at him.
He could still remember the look in their eyes.
They hadn’t hesitated.
They had wanted him dead.
Sunoo rubbed his arms.
“Let’s go home.”
Jake nodded.
“Yeah.”
Niki appeared from around the corner.
“Are we good?”
Jake glared.
“You ran.”
“I survived.”
“You left Sunoo!”
“I thought you had him!”
“You thought wrong.”
“Okay, okay. Everybody’s alive.”
Sunoo sighed.
“Let’s just go.”
The three vampires hurried toward their apartment.
By the time they reached the building, Sunoo was feeling slightly better.
Until they opened the door.
Jungwon was pacing.
He looked like he had been doing it for a while.
The second he saw them, his eyes widened.
“Where the hell have you been?”
Nobody answered.
Jungwon looked at Jake.
Then Niki.
Then Sunoo.
His expression changed.
“What happened?”
“Nothing,” Sunoo said.
Jungwon’s eyes narrowed.
“Sunoo.”
“We got delayed.”
“Why?”
Niki opened his mouth.
Jake immediately covered it.
“Don’t.”
Niki frowned against Jake’s hand.
Jungwon stared at them.
“Why are you acting weird?”
Sunghoon walked into the living room.
He had been sitting on the couch scrolling through his phone.
He looked up.
“What’s going on?”
Heeseung came out of the kitchen.
“Why is everyone yelling?”
Jay followed behind him.
“What’s happening?”
The entire group was now standing there.
Sunoo looked around.
Seven vampires.
One apartment.
One very angry leader.
And one very bad night.
Jungwon crossed his arms.
“Someone tell me what happened.”
Jake sighed.
“We were feeding.”
Jungwon’s expression immediately darkened.
“Where?”
“An alley.”
Jay closed his eyes.
“Of course.”
“It was an empty body,” Niki defended.
Jay looked at him.
“That doesn’t make it better.”
“It was already dead!”
“That’s not the point.”
“It kind of is.”
“Niki.”
“Okay.”
Jungwon looked at Sunoo.
“And then?”
Sunoo hesitated.
“There was a hunter.”
The room went silent.
Heeseung’s face changed.
“How close?”
Sunoo looked down.
“Close.”
“How close?”
“Close enough.”
Jay stood up.
“Did they see your face?”
Sunoo shook his head.
“I don’t think so.”
“Are you sure?”
“I think so.”
“That’s not an answer.”
Sunghoon finally spoke.
“Did they have a weapon?”
Sunoo nodded.
“UV rounds.”
Everyone went silent again.
Jungwon rubbed his forehead.
“How did you get away?”
Sunoo shrugged.
“I ran.”
Niki raised his hand.
“Technically, someone clotheslined the hunter.”
Everyone looked at him.
“…What?”
Sunoo slowly turned.
“You saw that?”
“Yeah.”
“And you didn’t help?”
“I was running!”
“You watched me get slam into her !”
“I didn’t know you were actually going to do it”.
Jay stared at him.
“You are useless.”
“I survived!”
“That’s becoming your entire defense.”
Heeseung sighed.
“Okay. Everyone calm down.”
Sunghoon looked at Sunoo.
“Are you hurt?”
Sunoo shook his head.
“No.”
Jake immediately interrupted.
“He is.”
Sunoo glared.
“I’m not.”
“You hit the wall.”
“I bumped into it.”
“That doesn’t mean you’re not hurt.”
Sunoo crossed his arms.
“I’m fine.”
Heeseung walked over and gently checked his shoulder.
Sunoo flinched.
Heeseung immediately looked at him.
“You’re hurt.”
“I’m fine.”
“You are the worst liar in this apartment.”
Niki snorted.
Sunoo threw a pillow at him.
Niki caught it.
“Violence isn’t the answer.”
“You were literally eating someone in an alley tonight.”
“Different situation.”
Jay shook his head.
“All of you are idiots.”
Jungwon finally sat down.
“We need to talk about the hunters.”
Everyone settled.
“Their patrols are increasing,” Jungwon said. “We’ve been seeing more of them every week.”
Heeseung nodded.
“And they’re getting better equipped.”
“Which means we can’t keep taking unnecessary risks.”
Niki slowly raised his hand.
Jungwon looked at him.
“No.”
“But—”
“No.”
“You don’t even know what I was going to say.”
“I know you.”
Niki lowered his hand.
“Fair.”
Sunghoon leaned back.
“So what do we do?”
“We stay inside for a few days.”
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We Got Married
idol!heeseung x western artist!reader part 3
Shopping for a person was so difficult. shopping for someone with allergies was damn near impossible. eggs and eggs. may contain eggs. Made in a facility with eggs.
‘what the hell korea.’ He looked over at you. Who was looking at the store. You grabbed some meat and vegetables and potatoes to make dinner with. “don’t worry too much about it. you’re going to stress yourself out. I just can’t eat processed food.” yeah he knew but he also wanted to cook his favorite food for you but he can’t because your body deemed eggs as a health hazard.
“what do you want for dinner?”
you were staring at a package of chicken thighs when heeseung suddenly forgot every thought that had existed in his brain.
he had been trying to focus.
really.
the challenge was simple.
buy groceries for dinner.
buy groceries for breakfast.
don’t accidentally poison your wife with her allergies.
speak only the language assigned by production.
easy.
except none of it felt easy when you were standing there under the bright grocery store lights with your sleeves pushed up, comparing ingredient labels with the most serious expression he’d ever seen.
and before he could stop himself—
“you’re so pretty.”
the words fell right out.
silence.
you slowly turned your head.
heeseung immediately wanted the floor to open up and swallow him whole.
“what?”
“nothing.”
“you literally just said something.”
“i didn’t.”
“heeseung.”
“i was talking about the chicken.”
you stared at him.
“the chicken is pretty?”
“very pretty.”
“that is the prettiest chicken i’ve ever seen.”
you laughed.
completely laughed in his face.
he covered his eyes with one hand.
somewhere behind the cameras, a producer made a sound that suspiciously resembled choking.
“stop laughing.”
“no.”
“please.”
“absolutely not.”
he groaned.
this was going to be a long day.
earlier that morning, production had handed them a mission card.
challenge #1
shop for ingredients to make dinner and breakfast together.
challenge #2
every thirty minutes, a language card would be revealed.
once the language changed, they could only speak in that language until the next card.
breaking the rule would result in a penalty.
neither of them knew what the penalty was.
which somehow made it worse.
currently, the assigned language was english.
and unfortunately for heeseung, english had apparently become the language where he accidentally confessed things.
“eggs.”
you put the package back.
“contains eggs.”
back.
“may contain eggs.”
back.
“processed in a facility with eggs.”
back.
“what is korea doing?”
heeseung laughed.
“what?”
“why are there eggs in everything?”
“i don’t know.”
“i’m serious.”
you grabbed another package.
read it.
made a face.
put it back.
“it’s like a scavenger hunt.”
“a very dangerous scavenger hunt.”
“it’s like they’re hiding them.”
“maybe they are.”
“heeseung.”
“what?”
“i think the eggs are plotting against me.”
he lost it.
laughing hard enough that he had to grab the shopping cart.
you pointed dramatically at a shelf.
“look at them.”
“those don’t have eggs.”
“they’re still suspicious.”
heeseung watched as you moved down the aisle.
checking labels.
reading ingredients.
double-checking things you’d already checked.
he’d noticed it before.
but never this closely.
he never realized how much work it took.
every single thing required reading.
every single thing required caution.
it looked exhausting.
“hey.”
you glanced up.
“what?”
he picked up a package before you could.
started reading the ingredients himself.
you blinked.
“what are you doing?”
“helping.”
“you can read all that?”
“i can read enough.”
“you’re trying to impress me.”
“i’m not.”
“you are.”
“i’m being a supportive husband.”
your smile widened.
“sure.”
he immediately regretted saying husband.
mostly because your smile got even brighter.
thirty minutes later, a producer appeared.
holding a card.
both of you groaned.
korean only
“oh no.”
heeseung laughed.
“you’ll be fine.”
“easy for you to say.”
“you know korean.”
“not grocery shopping korean.”
“same thing.”
“it is absolutely not the same thing.”
for the next twenty minutes, communication became a disaster.
an adorable disaster.
but still a disaster.
you held up a loaf of bread.
squinted at the ingredients.
then looked at him.
“uh…”
“korean.”
“right.”
you thought.
hard.
“gyeran?”
his eyes lit up.
“good.”
you pointed at the label.
“gwenchanha?”
he checked.
“aniyo.”
you sighed dramatically.
“ah.”
he laughed.
“cute.”
you narrowed your eyes.
“i know that word.”
“of course you do.”
later, the two of you reached the breakfast section.
the cart was already getting full.
vegetables.
potatoes.
fruit.
rice.
safe bread.
chicken.
a few things for breakfast.
not bad.
heeseung leaned over the cart.
“dinner?”
you looked down at everything.
“chicken.”
he nodded.
“and potatoes.”
“potatoes are always good.”
“agreed.”
“breakfast?”
you smiled.
“whatever my husband wants to make.”
silence.
immediate silence.
both of you froze.
your eyes widened first.
his did right after.
“i mean—”
“no, i—”
“you know what i meant.”
“right.”
“because we’re married.”
“for the show.”
“for the show.”
“right.”
neither of you moved.
the cameras probably loved this.
eventually another card arrived.
english only
you visibly relaxed.
“thank goodness.”
heeseung laughed.
“you survived.”
“barely.”
“you did really well.”
“don’t lie to me.”
“i’m serious.”
you smiled.
and something about that smile made him forget what aisle they were standing in.
again.
which was becoming a problem.
a little while later, you stopped beside the cart.
“you know…”
“hmm?”
“you’ve actually been really good about this.”
“about what?”
“my allergies.”
he shrugged.
like it wasn’t a big deal.
like it was obvious.
“i want to cook for you.”
the answer came naturally.
simple.
honest.
you blinked.
he continued looking at the shelf.
avoiding eye contact.
“if we’re making meals together…”
he scratched the back of his neck.
“i want to make things you can actually eat.”
your expression softened immediately.
“that’s sweet.”
his ears turned pink.
you noticed instantly.
“you’re blushing.”
“i’m not.”
“you are.”
“i’m not.”
“heeseung.”
“i’m not.”
“you’re literally red.”
he covered his face.
you laughed.
by the time they reached checkout, the cart was full.
challenge complete.
dinner ingredients secured.
breakfast ingredients secured.
no eggs.
no penalties.
nobody accidentally poisoned.
success.
the cashier scanned the groceries while you leaned against the cart.
“i think you passed.”
he glanced over.
“the challenge?”
“the husband challenge.”
his eyebrows lifted.
“oh?”
“yeah.”
“what grade did i get?”
you pretended to think.
humming dramatically.
he waited.
impatiently.
“a minus.”
“a minus?”
“maybe a b plus.”
“a b plus?”
“you almost bought dangerous noodles.”
“i didn’t know.”
“you should’ve known.”
“that’s unfair.”
“life is unfair.”
he stared at you.
you grinned.
and despite the teasing, despite the cameras, despite the fact that he’d accidentally called you pretty in the middle of a grocery store—
he couldn’t stop smiling.
because somewhere between ingredient labels, language challenges, and arguing over potatoes—
this had stopped feeling like a mission.
and started feeling suspiciously like a real date.
which was probably much more dangerous than eggs.
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We Got Married
idol!heeseung x western artist!reader Part 2
Part1
Heeseung was literally shaking. Like ‘is he seizing?’ type shakes. He just watched your ‘Wild’ Music video on his way here. He was probably the reason you got 100,000,000 views on your video. He can’t believe you’re right in front of him. And you smell divine. You smiled at him.
The producers just left from explaining the show. Cameras were rolling. “I learned some korean because I knew my husband is Korean. We can speak in korean to make you comfortable”. You tilted your head to see him.
Heeseung shook his head, “I can speak English.” you shook your head, “No, well I want you to be comfortable”. Heeseung looked at you. Your eyes held fire and determination. He was touched at how you wanted to make him feel comfortable. He relented and gave in. Your cheeks lit up.
“How old are you?” You asked him, you were sitting like a nun in service. ‘Fucking relax’ you thought. “25”. You choked on your water. Fuck he was younger than you. “You’re ___right?” He asked, awkward as hell.
Your eyes screwed shut. You felt old as hell. “It’s okay! Noona…” He started. You cut him off with the quickness. “Absolutely not.” You argued. “Y/N is fine.”
You sat in silence until it was time to move in your “new home”.
****
Heeseung never felt more ill. Did you see him as a child? Was he a man in your eyes? It was only a 2 year gap, but you made it seem like he was walking for the first time. Was he not your type? What was your type? While in the car, the producer who was in the passenger seat gave you guys a challenge card.
Heeseung opened it.
‘Go shopping for Dinner and tomorrow’s Breakfast’
‘That should be easy’, he thought with a smile.
Producer: “Y/N is allergic to eggs, she can’t have them at all.”
His eyes widen. You had an allergy. Damn it. Everything in Korea basically had egg.
What was he going to do now? Were there vegan options here? You smiled sheepishly. Damn his wallet is going to feel it.
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We Got Married
idol!heeseung x western artist!reader part 1
okay~ I haven’t written anything in 9 actual years 😭 please be kind .
Your manager just told you the news before you went to perform. You were going to be on a reboot of the South Korean Tv show, “We Got Married”. A show that caused controversy but it was actually cute.
You’d be on with a random celebrity from South Korea. “Nice… what am I suppose to do with this information?” You said as you got your makeup done by your glam squad. “I don’t know, be fucking happy? Finally someone there’s someone who wants your sour ass” He slapped your ass playfully. “Can I get a fucking clue?” “No.” He walked away. And you flipped him off.
—
Heeseung was reeling. Y/N. He had to stop himself from fanboying when he saw your music videos. You were the newest pop superstar, and you caught his eye with your beauty and music.
His manager comes in. “Hee— who are you listening to? Y/N? Heeseung quickly closed the laptop. Slammed it shut. “Don’t you knock?” Heeseung hissed, a blush creeping up his cheeks. “If I had to tell you some news, would you like it now or later?” “well since you’re here…” Heeseung sighed
“You’re on the new version of “We Got Married”, and since I like you. I’ll tell you the celebrity.” His manager smirked. “Who?” Heeseung asked. Who was the unlucky lady? “Y/N” ********* Seoul was nice and warm. It was the beginning of spring. You got out of your ride and your manager rolled down your window. “Don’t embarrass me. I’ll go park”. He said. “I’m going to leave you”. You flipped him off and he drove away. You want right into Hybe’s office and bumped into someone. You heard a gasp. You saw a handsome guy. Blonde hair, high nose and glasses on. He was wearing a hoodie.
“I’m sorry” you bowed and spoke in Korean. You think you were right. “No it’s okay, I should have watched where I was going.” He said in perfect English.
great now you look like a fucking idiot.
****
part 2 coming soon.
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I want to find a fic of enhypen as dolls and your uncle like turned them into dolls and they nasty and snu snu you. ???
