Your little drabbles are sooooo interesting, if it wont overwhelm you i would love to read more of these stories. Especially that serial killer one
thank you! i definitely plan to do a part two (and maybe more) to definitely scream for me (the serial killer one) and grim reaper k. they’re nice in-between and breaks from writing scar to scar!
usually my drabbles are unfinished ideas or just random snapshots i have in my head.
forced proximity, arranged marriage, marriage contract, second chance, lost childhood friendship
“you’ll be the prince and i’ll be the princess.”
not proof read.
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most girls have dreams since they are little on what their wedding day will look like. it will be all about them, the happiest day of their lives, and the most magical day.
you never saw it that way. ever since you can remember, you just thought you’d always be unmarried.
it’s not that you didn’t like or find someone you loved. it wasn’t that. it was something more deeper that you should unpack in therapy.
once you turned 16, your family went behind your back and had made an arrangement with some old business partners.
it wasn’t until on your 29th birthday you find out about it. and exactly six months later, you were in a lawyer’s office, signing a marriage contract with your parents standing behind you, and your new husband’s entourage standing behind him.
the lawyer takes the paperwork after you both scribble your signatures. he takes a once over look with a smile.
“we’re all done here!” he beams. “congrats to the lovely couple.”
you didn’t even wear an actual wedding dress. just a plain white dress, that would pass for a cocktail dress.
‘the actual wedding will come later,’ your mom smiled, helping you fix your hair into some curls.
at this rate, you were okay with skipping an actual wedding. why would you invite people to a coming together ceremony with a man you barely know that you’re supposed to love?
you stand up, standing next to your parents, the man standing as well.
he was tall and handsome, skin fair against his dyed blonde hair. the only few things you know about him is that his name is yudai, but he goes by the nickname k, he’s the same age as you, and that his parents told him when he was 18, that he had to be married by 30 or he wouldn’t get the family company handed to him.
his parents didn’t even know he was doing this. with him were his friends and business partners, fuma and jo.
your parents had actually reached out to jo, and fuma was the one who set this whole thing up.
walking out of the lawyer’s main office, you all stop in the lobby, your parents seemingly happier than you with this marriage. “honey,” your mom’s voice softens, “we’ll wait outside in the car.”
she kisses your temple before walking away, hand in hand with your dad. you internally gag at the sight. you look over to k, who had been watching you.
“why don’t you guys go get the car?” he’s talking to his friends, but his eyes are glued on you.
“you got it.” fuma answers and walks away, dragging jo.
you switch weight on your feet, nervous to be alone with your husband. he didn’t scare you; no. more-so he was intimidating with his good looks and stature.
he digs in his pocket, a key between his fingers and he holds it out to you. you hesitate with your hand, reaching for it before pulling back, but end up taking it the second time.
“you can move in anytime. i will probably be home late tonight, as i am having dinner with my parents to let them know i am married.”
you nod, listening to him speak, loving the way his voice is. “by the way your parents were grinning ear to ear, i am sure they already helped you pack up.”
your face reddens and you nod once again. your parents did help you pack. the day you turned 29, ready for this day.
“yeah, um, i’m all packed up.” you say, fidgeting with the key in your hand. yudai observes it. “i just need to get movers.”
“no need. i will make a call and you’ll have movers at your apartment in about an hour.”
“oh—okay.”
yudai turns to walk out the lobby, but pauses, walking backwards to stand back in front of you. he pulls his phone out of his chest pocket, handing it to you. “put your number in. i’ll text you throughout the day to be sure you’re okay.”
you wave your hand, “you don’t have to—,”
“i want to.” he smiles.
you put your number in his phone, and bid goodbye to go to your parents who were waiting for you. yudai looks at his phone, immediately changing your contact from your name to ‘my wife ❤️.’
yudai smiles at your contact. if only you knew.
when this arrangement was introduced, he made sure to not be one of the arrogant husbands that treats their fake wife anyway just because they can.
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right on the hour, a moving company shows up at your apartment, and within two of those hours, your semi furnished apartment you have lived in since you were 24 was now empty with your belongings.
you were thankful you didn’t have to take any huge furniture with you since it belonged to the landlord. you were also thankful your parents were ‘too busy’ to join you while the movers came to uproot your life to a new one.
they only had to put on a facade since yudai was there. not anymore.
from: unknown
how’s the moving going? did the guys show up on time?
you furrowed your eyebrows at the unknown number; but reading the message you quickly knew who it was and saved his contact.
to: new husband
yes, they were very punctual. on my way to unpack into your home.
from: new husband
*our home. i’ll be home around 11 pm. no need to wait up. make yourself comfortable. our room is on the top floor with the balcony.
you swallow. you didn’t even think about sharing a bed with this man. you smack your forehead. he’s literally your husband, of course he’s going to want to share a room with you.
with one last sad and longing look to your early 20s apartment, you return the key to the landlord who was in the main lobby and went to your car that you barely drove.
yudai’s home was about 20 minutes outside the city by car, and you almost believed you had the incorrect address until you saw the movers in the driveway, awaiting your arrival.
they had already began unloading the truck as you parked your car behind their truck, in the u shaped driveway. the house was modern, and decently sized. nothing over the top, but definitely a home that showed some kind of wealth.
“glad you can make it!” it was jo’s voice you heard with excitement as he walks past a mover, using a dolly for your boxes.
you wave. “did yudai want you here to greet me?”
jo nods. “of course. and please, call him k. he tries to keep the name yudai for business only.”
“isn’t this technically business?”
jo laughs awkwardly. “eh, something like that, but not exactly.”
as the movers drop off your belongings in the front room, jo gives you a quick tour of the home. he shows you the usual living area, kitchen and attached dining, k’s office that overlooked the back garden, and a bathroom downstairs.
up stairs was four bedrooms, three at one end, the master bedroom at the other end, far from the other guest rooms.
“and this will be your and k’s room.” jo makes a grand gesture by opening the double french doors, revealing the most beautiful and pristine master bedroom.
definitely showed that a man lived here, but not in a ‘i am a single bachelor,’ way.
“is that a california king bed?” you gasp in awe. the bed was huge.
“yes. k values his comfort as a previous athlete.”
you take a seat on the corner, testing the comfort. you felt the urge to quickly shower and get in this bed to sleep. on cue, you yawn. you look over to the clock on the night stand.
7:22 pm.
jo chuckles, “and that’s my sign to leave. if you need anything, please text k. he’ll reach out to me or fuma if he needs us to check in.”
after jo gave you another quick rundown, you actually hugged him goodbye, thanking him for his nice introduction.
to: new husband
i got the house tour. it’s a beautiful home. i am going to shower and sleep.
you place your phone on the charger, shower, and get ready for bed, and by the time you check your phone again almost more than an hour later, k still hadn’t replied.
by 10 o’clock you were tucked in bed, and by midnight you were out like a light.
k finally slugged through the front door a little after 1 o’clock, the dinner with his parents draining his energy. dinner actually ended around 10, and when he went to reply to your text, he and his father got into a heated argument.
to not let his lingering anger show at home with you, he went to his office downtown, put on some extra athletic clothes he had there, and went on a run.
by the end of his run once he calmed down, he realized he needed to get home to you. at first he thought you would be up worrying about him, but he was proven wrong with how dark and quiet the house was.
he carefully avoided your boxes scattered downstairs, making his way upstairs and to the bedroom. he notices your figure tucked in the bed, circled up in a fetal position. he smiled to himself.
he did his night hygiene as quietly as he could, going through his shower and everything else. your smell lingered in his bathroom, and his smile widened wanting your smell to linger all throughout this house.
it was probably selfish of him to agree to this marriage contract like he did. but if it meant being with you, he didn’t care to be selfish for once.
as he gets in his side of the bed, you groan and roll over, your eyes barely open, rubbing at your eye. “mhm, k?” you mumble sleepily.
“it’s me, princess,” he whispers. he runs a hand through your hair so light, to use his thumb to caress your cheek. “go back to sleep.”
“mkay.” you sigh, and are instantly back asleep.
k gets completely under the covers himself, laying on his side facing yours. and that night before he slept, he watched you with a smile as you slept.
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when you awoke, you stretched with a groan, your body cracking in happiness with your comfortable sleep.
you blink your eyes slowly so that your vision could focus, and if seeing k’s sleeping face was a sight to see every morning for the rest of your life—it could be something you could get use to.
his eyes twitch in his sleep, his lips moving slightly. you lay your head on your hands, observing him as he sleeps. how can someone be so handsome and beautiful at the same time?
your fingers move before your brain catches up, moving a blonde strand from his forehead, and his forehead creases but he relaxes not too long afterwards.
your heart drops. he’s handsome, but you cannot fall for him. you barely know each other and he married you with a contract.
‘don’t people get married everyday without truly knowing anyone? that’s how women end up marrying serial killers.’
‘youre not helping!’
your conversation with your friend from the other day replays in your mind. could you actually fall for k and have k fall for you eventually?
“what’s in that head of yours?” k’s sleepy voice interrupted your thoughts. deep and raspy. your thighs clench.
“oh, um just thinking,” you say quietly, “just random things. like how this all came to be.”
k smiles, “this whole marriage between us isn’t as random as you think princess.”
your heart tugs at the nickname. not only because of the way he says it, but because it sounded so familiar. however, you can’t seem to recall.
you clear your throat. “should i make us breakfast?”
“only if you want.” he smiles. “i’m usually not up this early, but if it means spending more time with you, i’ll get used to it.”
once again, your heart tugs. you want to tell him to stop. that he didn’t need to pretend. but your mouth wouldn’t connect with your brain to say the words.
“okay.”
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— eve 🐈⬛
another draft. inspired by taylor swift of course. might consider this part of my t-swift masterlist. maybe i will do a part two? part three? four? five?
“are you sure we shouldn’t wake her?” taki is hesitant and feels like this is a betrayal to you.
“i’m sure. i think it’s best to see if it worked by letting it come natural.” sunoo replied. he was calm. per him he was able to reverse whatever spell was on you, hindering your powers.
sunoo drinks the tea, k so graciously made for him. you were still upstairs napping with euijoo. k took it upon himself to not wake you or euijoo about this.
“it’ll be better if she doesn’t know so she doesn’t force the powers to come to her. they’ll come.”
“how soon, sunoo?” k crosses his arms, leaning against the opposite counter.
jungwon had joined sunoo on this adventure to chan’s land. the others went with the clan to figure out what was happening with the rogues.
sunoo shrugs, eyes looking over the rim of the mug. “that’s up to her.”
k was impatient, taki could sense it. “it might be good, like sunoo says.” taki agrees. he laughs to ease any tension awkwardly, “you know she over thinks everything.”
their conversation was cut short when they heard a yelp of surprise from euijoo coming from upstairs. sunoo sits his cup down calmly and smiles.
“looks like it worked.” he crosses his legs under the counter. jungwon even looks at his friend in confusion.
k and taki’s eyebrows shot up, and they both race up the stairs to euijoo’s room. when they open the door they are in awe of what they find.
euijoo is hanging upside down by a vine that somehow came alive from the frozen outside and entered through the now barely opened window.
“help me!” he whispers out hurriedly. “what’s happening?” even in a situation concerned for panic, he remains calm.
sunoo and jungwon now stand behind k and taki, sunoo a big smile on his face. “wow her powers came back in full force.”
you were still sleeping soundly next to euijoo, an occasional twitch. “how can she sleep through this?” jungwon asks. no one knows the answer.
taki steps forward to help euijoo, but sunoo tsks with a warning. “i would don’t that.”
all three wolves look at the warlock now vampire hybrid, different expression written on their face. confusion, annoyance, and question.
sunoo chuckles, “the vines might feel threatened if you touch them. if they feel threatened, they might wrap tighter around euijoo. you’ll have to let him hang or wake her up now.”
you jolt awake when you hear taki yell your name in panic. taki didn’t even wait for euijoo or k to give their input.
“what the—,” when you shot up in the bed, you weren’t expecting the sight in front of you.
sunoo and jungwon in the doorway. k standing awkwardly but in slight panic, taki with a full on panicked expression, and looking to where euijoo once laid next to you. euijoo, was now hanging upside down by a vine.
it reminded you of when you slept walked and had yuma strung upside down.
you inhaled a deep breath and blew it out slowly focusing your mind. the vines slowly drifted down, turning euijoo upright and letting his feet touch the ground before they unwrapped themselves. they then slowly slithered over your body, to the window and back outside.
“how the fuck did that happened?”
sunoo smiles, “i fixed you. found a spell that worked.”
“so you mean—,”
“yes you have your powers again.” sunoo nods, “but take it slow. you need to make sure not to use all your energy.”
you nod in understanding. you look over to euijoo, “sorry ju.”
he just smiles, smoothing down his clothes, “no worries at all. just happy you have your powers again.” euijoo clears his throat. “did you find out about anything else?”
sunoo shrugs just a bit. “this all could’ve been easily reversed. it’s a common spell most use. not sure why her mom didn’t think of it.”
“she says she wasn’t herself.” you defend. “she didn’t want to risk hurting me.”
“i don’t believe it.” sunoo says truthfully. he doesn’t further explain himself. “jungwon and i should get going now. keep an eye on her; make sure she doesn’t go too crazy having her powers back.”
“i’ll walk you both out.” k states, and raises his brow at the 2 vampires, wanting sunoo to explain further on his thoughts.
taki follows behind k and sunoo, beside jungwon. euijoo stays behind with you. “how are you feeling?” he asks, sitting down next to you on the bed. back in his original spot.
you play with the comforter, with a shrug you add, “not sure. everyone seems to believe my mom is lying about some things. i want to defend her, and continue to believe she didn’t nothing wrong,”
“but?”
“but a small amount of me is thinking otherwise.” you sigh, and look up to euijoo again, sadness behind your eyes. “what happened euijoo? where did everyone go?”
euijoo isn’t sure he should tell, since chan wants the facts first. “i have to wait on chan.”
“does it involve my mom?” you ask, and euijoo nods. “does it involve the new rogue clan?” he hesitates but nods. his hesitancy was your answer. “let me see her.”
“i don’t think—,”
“call chan and tell him i demand to see my mother, now.”
few hours later, and you were in the main city accompanied by yuma, fuma, and harua. your mom was being held at a local hospital due to an animal attack.
“yuma, take her to her mother’s room. harua and i will wait down the hall.” fuma orders. neither you or yuma argue.
yuma escorts you down the dimly lit intensive care unit hallway to your mother’s door. it was all heavy duty glass, but half of it was blocked by a blue curtain.
you knocked twice, and entered quietly. your mom beamed at your presence. she looked behind you, seeing the wolf, but says nothing.
“ray! i knew you should’ve came back to me and the house.”
“if she came back with you, she could’ve been hurt as well.” yuma answers, face set in a frown.
your mom says nothing, once again. she clears her throat, “well—,”
“mom, what’s happening?” you ask, sitting on her bed, careful to not sit near any of her wounds. she looked badly beaten, she did.
she licks her dried red and chapped lips. “the rogues came looking for you.”
“it’s not your fault, kitten.” yuma quickly adds before you get any ideas.
“i’m not saying that it’s my daughters fault.” your mom quickly snaps. her voice tone startled you. you’ve never heard her speak like that.
“you’re implying that it’s her fault and i don’t appreciate that.” yuma argues. he crosses his arms.
“how did you get help?” you ask.
she then smiles even wider. “ricky! he came to save me.”
“ricky?” you ask dumbfounded. “like my ex?”
just then, a figure with dark hair comes into the room. yuma’s chest rumbles. your mom is still smiling, your mouth slightly ajar.
“ricky?” you asked confused. your ex was in front of you right now. why was your ex in front of you right now? “why are you here.”
“to make sure your mom was okay after the attack.” he says. “those rogues really got to her.”
you swallow nervously. ricky knows? ricky knows about vampires and wolves and this whole thing? does he know you’re a witch?
you quickly look up to ricky, eyes narrowing, and got off your mom’s bed. “we should go.” you say to yuma.
ricky holds out his arm to stop you from going to yuma. yuma growls a warning, snarling. “don’t touch her.”
you move ricky’s arm away, and walk to yuma’s side. yuma quickly digs his nose in your neck for your scent to calm him down. your mom and ricky both smirk.
“ray, have you told yuma here about our conversation?”
“no, but i will.” you quickly say. now isn’t the time to talk about how yuma is your main mate.
yuma removes his nose from your neck, and kisses your cheek before looking at you. “you okay?”
you nod. “yeah, let’s just find the others.” you quietly say. you turn to your mom and ricky, “mom, i’ll be back to see you another day, okay?”
“sure thing, ray.” she smiles softly, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. your head begins to hurt as your vision is flickered by something different. your mom isn’t in front of you. it’s a dark eye demon, just in your mom’s body. as quickly as it came, it went away.
you clear your throat to yuma, “can we go, please?”
yuma wraps his arm around your shoulder, sensing your uncomfortable body language. your scent changed. you no longer wanted to be in this room.
just as you two were leaving the room, two other men bumped into you both, with smiles. “leaving so soon?” one coos.
“matthew, eric, leave her.” you hear ricky order.
you shiver and yuma quickly escorts you down the hall to where fuma and harua where.
“this place reeks of vampires.” harua whispers.
you swallow for the hundredth time, your throat feeling as if it’s collapsing, “i think my mom is working with the rogues. i think ricky, my ex is one of them.” all three of your wolves nod in agreement.
“you okay?” harua asks softly, cradling your cheek.
you shake your head. “no. i think my mom’s body is being possessed by a demon.”
“was your ex ricky—,” chan began wanting you to fill in the blanks.
“he was one hundred percent human. unless he hid his second life as a vampire well. my mom never had any problems with him.”
“well, she seems to favor vampires over wolves.” maki rolls his eyes.
“he’s never tried to feed from me, he’s never given me any vibes that he was something different than human. even now, i can’t remember any odd behavior he may have presented at a time.”
“he could be new to it, and your mom being the one to tell him everything.” chan explains. he looks to the three that were at the hospital with you, “did any of you get a feeling off of him?”
“definitely new. he wouldn’t stop staring at her or her neck.” yuma adds in. once again you shiver.
“and you think your mom is being possessed by a demon?” hyunjin asks carefully.
you nod. “for a quick second it’s like i saw something else behind my mom’s eyes. it wasn’t my mom at all. her behavior was off the short visit.”
hyunjin leans against the wall behind him. “chan, i need to go and find out if this is true.”
“do what you need to hyunjin.” chan nods, and hyunjin quickly leaves the dining area where you, chan, minho, and your nine wolves were.
you stare off into space, feeling empty of everything that’s going on. “could my mom really have faked that attack?”
“not your mom, possibly a demon,” taki says. some of the guys groan, others stay quiet.
“my mom, last time she was here, she was trying to get me to go home with her. she kept repeating that i would miss my old life at some point. and i did, for a short while.” you explain.
the boys, although didn’t show it, they seemed hurt that you missed your old life even for a short period. the only ones who could understand are the older ones.
yuma stands behind you from your seat at the table, wrapping his arms around your shoulders, your back leaning against his body, and he kisses your head.
“she also almost told yuma about being my primary mate. yuma stills. it goes quiet. taki snorts.
“what?” he squeaks.
“it’s werewolf 101,” taki laughs loudly, “you haven’t noticed your actions towards her lately?”
“taki,” fuma shakes his head. “we’ll talk later,” he says to you and yuma.
“no we’ll talk now. i thought fuma was your primary mate?”
you and fuma both shrug. “so did we,” you say, “but it makes sense it’s you, yuma.” you stand and face yuma. “our bond is seemingly getting stronger. and don’t forget your ways of talking to the earth when trying to find me.”
“who told you that?” you chuckle, wrapping your arms around his neck, comforting him in a hug. yuma then smirks, “does this mean i get dibs when i want to have sex?”
this time, all 8 wolves groan in disbelief, while chan and minho laugh. “well, we will leave you to that discussion.” chan announces. “in the meantime, no one goes out alone, especially her. keep an eye on each other.”
you all nod. once chan and minho leave, yuma pulls you in closer to himself. “but i’m serious, does that mean i get dibs?”
“it absolutely does not,” nicho states. “you would never give us a chance.”
“exactly my point.” yuma laughs.
“it’s euijoo’s turn tonight anyway.” nico adds. “you’ll just have to wait.”
“we didn’t even get to spend time with her today.” maki pouts.
euijoo just stands, smiling. “i can wait—,”
you quickly interject, “no, yuma needs to learn to share with others.” you smirk. yuma smirks back. you have no idea.
no smut this chapter but next chapter 😈 no promises but i will try for a nichojoo threesome. NO PROMISES. this exact part has been sitting in my drafts for so long bc i am not necessarily happy with it but i think its because its that weird in between/filler chapter. idk
i’ve been lacking ways to exchange the remaining of this story in a well written way which is why i’ve been posting random drafts — so expect more of those.
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you’d like to think you were not really lucky, but safe. lived a safe life. was cautious. careful. nothing bad ever happened to you.
until you almost got hit by a semi while crossing in a crosswalk. they had the red light, you had the go ahead.
then you were on the phone with a friend, and like those weird commercials, a couch falls out from a window. nearly crushing you.
third time is almost a charm when you were caught up in a hostage situation. yes. a hostage situation. and indeed you were shot. but the doctors said it was a miracle that you didn’t die from the bullet as it nearly hit your heart.
why won’t you die? the same male voice would echo within your head. probably your guardian angel. or devil. whoever.
today’s almost death note? your friend invited you axe throwing. that should say enough.
afterwards, you came home—safely—and quickly undressed just wanting a shower, and hoping you didn’t slip in the shower.
the hot steam relaxed you, and behind the curtain, you’re unknowing of the figure observing you from the other side.
he’s observing in frustration. why won’t you die. he repeats, it echoes in your brain.
his boss was just as concerned as him. yudai—k, has never had this much trouble killing someone when it was their time.
his head ticked in annoyance. why won’t you die.
so deep in his own thoughts, k is unaware you had came out of the shower until you let out a blood curdling scream. “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?” you tighten the towel closer to your body.
“WHAT AM I DOING? WHAT ARE YOU DOING!” the mystery man yells back to you.
“ME!” you screech. “YOU’RE THE ONE IN MY BATHROOM YOU CREEP!”
the man’s eyes go wide, and weirdly, he waves his hand in front of your face. “you can see me?” he points to himself. that’s when k realizes, you can see him.
oh shit, you can see him.
your mouth just hangs open. is this man on drugs? “of course i can see you! why wouldn’t i be able to see another human being!”
the man looks perplexed. “she can see me.” he whispers to himself.
“i’m calling the cops!” you announce, and he quickly snaps out of it, reaching for your cell phone at the same time you do.
“no, no, no. we don’t need the cops.” he holds your phone above your head, his voice laced with worry.
“you break into my home, sneak into my bathroom, while i shower, and have the nerve to tell me not to call the cops!” you squeal.
“just hold on a minute,” he holds up his finger.
“you have some nerve,” you clench your teeth.
“i need to call someone.” he quickly replied.
“the only person we need to call are the police.” you attempt to reach for your phone again, but are unsuccessful. your hand held tighter to the towel. “fine.”
you open your mouth to scream for help and he quickly clasps his palm over your mouth. “don’t do that.” he narrows his eyes, confused why you would scream.
he had some fucking nerve.
his palm stays on your mouth, the other grasping your phone. he makes the quick and swift move to pull your back against his chest, hand still on your mouth as his arm is around you. he places your phone on the counter, and grabs his own phone out of his pants pocket.
he dials someone, you hear the tone. “pick up, pick up,” he chants quietly. but his phone call goes unanswered.
“fuck!” the man groans. “what the hell is happening?”
“what’s happening is you’re about to not be able to have future children.” you snap.
“huh?” you don’t even reply, and lift your foot from underneath, aiming right between his legs perfectly.
the man groans in pain, releasing you, and you grab your phone running out the bathroom, towel still clutched to your air dried body.
however, k quickly recovers, chasing after you in the small apartment you call home. you look behind for a second and he’s hot on your heels, and with his long legs and arms, he’s quickly able to pull you in.
“nice try princess.”
this time you groan. “can you at least let me get dressed before you kill me?”
“how did you know i was here to kill you?” k asks, and turns you around to face him.
you look at him like he’s lost his mind. “dude, why else would a man break into a woman’s home while she’s showering?”
k’s face goes white. “right, but that’s not—,” he stops talking and just nods. then he realizes you indeed, are in a towel. he clears his throat. “i’ll let you get dressed.”
“how nice of you. should i put on a pretty dress to be already dressed for my funeral?” you mock.
“just put on some clothes, and maybe i’ll tell you why i’m here.”
“you’re either here to kill me, or you’re part of the cia.” you roll your eyes, walking to your bedroom to get dressed.
at this point, you don’t even care anymore. if freak accidents can’t even kill you, sure enough this man won’t be able to. he’ll probably try to strangle you, and the damn wire will break, or end up cutting off his own finger rather than your circulation.
slipping on underwear, you also slip on some leggings and a old shirt from years ago that most wouldn’t wear out of the home anymore.
you walk out of your bedroom, the man finding comfort on your couch. “glad you can be comfortable before you take my life away.”
he smiles, and taps his fingers against the couch cloth. “i’ve been trying to kill you for the past six months and you still haven’t left this earth.”
“huh?” this time it was you in confusion. you look over his outfit—black slacks, black dress shirt, black shoes, black jewelry. you laugh. out loud. “okay grim reaper.” you joke with a snort.
he doesn’t laugh. he stands, hand out for a shake. “nice to meet you. glad you know who i am.”
you ignore the wanted handshake. “that’s enough,” you hold up your hand, “tell me why you’re actually here.” you beg. “just, please.” you’re insane for pleading with a complete stranger who broke into your home.
you don’t know his intentions.
“i did, and you’re a smart girl.” he says your full name, your date of birth. and he talks about the first time you cheated death. “you were 17, out with friends—or who you thought were your friends. they pushed you off the cliff into the water below. you couldn’t swim. still cannot swim. someone saved you. the doctors at the hospital brought you back to life.”
you swallow. no one here knows that story. only your parents and your old life that you moved away from knew it. it was all miles away. years ago.
“are you stalking me?” you whisper in disbelief and in fear. “you’re just stalking me.” you try to reason.
“you can say that. that is what grim reapers do too. i am sure you remember seeing a dark shadow follow you around here and there since you were 17.”
you did. you always felt like you weren’t alone. but the last two years, you felt free. until six months ago when everything started happening again.
“you were supposed to die, but someone saved you. instead, that person was killed for saving you.”
your heart drops. “he died?” you hadn’t known. he was in a coma from the last known update. “when—when did he die?” your hands shake at your sides.
“i can’t tell you that.” the grim reaper says.
you furrow your brows in anger, “what, bound by some privacy laws or something? why tell me that boy has died then?”
“so you are aware that you need to die.”
you scoff. “apparently you’ve been trying and haven’t been successful. are you sure you’re the grim reaper?”
“i am, and one of the best.”
“debatable, it seems.” you smile wickedly.
the man frowns. “you’ve been a pain in my ass.”
“and apparently you’ve been causing the pain in my ass!” you retort. you cross your arms. you huff, this was going to be a long night. a tension headache was forming. “why are you here? why can i see you?”
“again, im supposed to reap your soul, but you’ve been proven difficult. not sure why you can see me, as most of us reapers go unnoticed unless you’re on the brink of death, which, you are not.”
suddenly, knocks are heard on your door. “shit.”
“who is that?” he points to the door.
“my friend,” you begin with hesitation, “we are supposed to have our weekly movie night tonight.”
“well shoo them away, we have other pressing matters to handle.”
you roll your eyes, walking to the door. you open it wide, your friend, harua, is smiling and holding up snacks.
“i may have over done it with the snacks.” his eyes widen at the sight behind you. “you didn’t tell me we had company.” you look behind yourself, the reaper standing right there a few feet behind you.
the reapers eyes widen, again he points to himself. “he can see me too?” his voice cracks.
“oh honey, if you wanted a night to get—,”
“that’s not what this is.” you interrupted. “he’s a neighbor in distress.” you say instead.
“didn’t know you had a hot, tall, neighbor.” harua smirks. “well, i’ll take the snacks and see if maki is free instead.” he shrugs and walks off. harua was always laid back. but you know he’ll bother you about this later.
you shut the door with a click of the lock, the main in your home, once again freaking out. “your friend can see me too? shit! this isn’t good.” he groans.
“what does it mean?” you ask walking up to him. this was becoming interesting.
“im not sure but it can’t be good. i need to ask my reaper friends.”
“you have reaper friends?”
“of course. fuma and jo. they’re almost as good as me.” he grins. you snicker.
“can i at least have your name since it seems we have a lot of catching up to do.”
“the names yudai, but you can call me k.”
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another little something that’s been in my drafts, sitting, and something on my creative brain lately.
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“so she ran out? just ran out?” nico asks confused, trying to piece the puzzle together.
k nods his head. “zoomed right out of here in her skirt and my shirt.” he’s spacing out, overthinking every second of what happened that morning.
after you left, he quickly called fuma, who then called nico and euijoo. now they were at k’s apartment, sitting around his living room.
“what were the events leading up to that?” euijoo back tracks. “you know, prior to her leaving.”
k freezes, swallows a lump, and laughs nervously, “well, uh, my fingers where in her—,”
all three men snort, “that would’ve been great information to know before hand,” fuma says, his finger and thumb tracing along his chin.
“we were about to have sex—,” k continues with the conversation, and fuma leans back against the couch with a groan.
“and it gets worse.” fuma laughs humorless. he clears his throat, “she was going to let you take her virginity?”
“she’s a virgin?” euijoo asks eyebrow raised.
“how do ya’ll know she’s a virgin?” nico asks confused.
“at the party she may have drunkenly mentioned it a few times.” k shrugs looking at fuma. fuma just shakes his head, muttering.
“anyway continue,” nico motions for k to keep going.
k inhales and hesitates, “my phone rang, and sakura’s name popped up.”
fuma sucks in a breath this time. “did you explain to her that sakura’s your tutor?”
k raises his arms in defeat. “she didn’t give me time to! she busted her ass out of here like it was on fire!” he shrieks.
fuma stands from his spot on the couch. “there’s more to it. before you even had the idea to stick your fingers in her, what happened before that? we get the part she woke up, screamed, you heard her conversation with minnie, and nico called you, then bam, your fingers are in her, she freaks out and run.”
k bites his lip. “i told her about my crush on her since high school.” k is honest. he tells about how he knows you since high school (which they knew), his crush on you (they knew, too), and everything he noticed about you in high school and now.
“you can’t just tell her out of nowhere you have a crush on her, dude.” nico slaps his own forehead.
“why not?” k is genuinely baffled. why couldn’t he just say he liked you and then want you in multiple ways?
“i think it’s insecurity, and im not saying it in a bad way.” euijoo begins to explain. “she’s never had any attention on her, especially male attention. if she has, it’s always been from afar, never to her face. she’s went years without that sort of validation or attention. of course she’s not going to believe out of the blue that you suddenly do have a crush on her, k.”
“she might’ve became overwhelmed with all the things going on. a sudden crush from a popular man? a man that never even gave her the time of day? and suddenly that man likes her and has his fingers deep in her?” nico rolls out.
“she was about to trust you with something very vulnerable, and honestly sakura calling probably woke her out of whatever she was under.” euijoo adds in.
k pouts and huffs, “so what do i do? now that i’ve gotten a taste of her, i can’t just let her go.”
“what about showing her that you actually like her?” fuma suggest as if it was the most obvious option.
“how?” k whines. he wasn’t the best at that. usually it was girls chasing after him.
“take her on dates. hang out with her. talk to her. and not just alone or at parties. in front of other people.” fuma lists.
“and how do i do that when she probably won’t talk to me?” k was finding this difficult.
“you beg for her attention.” nico states with a smile.
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and that he did. every corner you turned, more than likely k was there with a smile. asking simple questions like, ‘how’s your day?’ or ‘how was class?’ you just stared at him blinking in concern for his well being.
he would begin to bring your favorite drink out of the blue, either while you were on your way to class, or hanging out with minnie and lisa.
“you stalking me now, k?” you had asked him after the third drink he brought that week. your brows knitted together as you studied him.
“no, i just—,” he tried to explain but he couldn’t get his words out. he looked so perplexed, and wished you could just read his mind and understand why he was doing this.
he tried the normal conversations, but would become tongue tied, and unsure of himself.
you stared at him but he never explained, just looked at you with hopeful eyes.
so then, eventually you ignored him. you oh so tried your absolute best. another week passed, and his advances died down. you were starting to become actually sadden at the idea of him stopping his advances. then again maybe, he stopped because you wouldn’t put out. it made you angry all over again. and hurt.
you pretended like you didn’t care. but you did. you didn’t want to admit it, but you missed the attention he gave you. that he wanted you. tried to get close to you. no boy has ever tried so hard before.
maybe you were too hard on him.
as usual on a weekend night, no school responsibilities for the next day, minnie and lisa dragged you to another party.
“k will be there.” minnie teases when you hesitated just wanting to be in bed.
“minnie—,”
“i see the way you long for him, cherry. just give him a chance, okay?” minnie begs. “i’ve never seen k try so hard to get a girl’s attention. remember what that girl even likes.”
you roll your eyes but nod, “fine.” you cross your arms, then rub your eyebrows in defeat feeling the headache forming.
this time you wore jeans and just a nice somewhat corset shirt that lisa told you had to wear something that enhanced what you had.
you were chanting to yourself to give k a chance. talk to him. hear him out. maybe he really did like you and just wasn’t used to talking to girls that he actually wanted more than a hook up with?
your mind was changed when at the party you saw him talking with sakura. they weren’t even close to one another, just standing in front of each other, talking normally together. k actually seemed bored, sakura seemingly giving him a lecture.
the inside of you raged. why? you’re not sure.
but you’re suddenly remembered of your body on his bed, his frame hovering over you, fingers deep inside you while another girl called him. your body shook.
you went to the kitchen, minnie and lisa already parting their own ways. you found a untouched cup and just began pouring liquor and a chaser into the cup based on what felt right.
nico and euijoo had noticed, from the moment you came in, and saw k speaking with sakura.
nico laughed to himself and had an idea. euijoo shook his head knowing it was a terrible idea.
nico walked ‘accidentally’ bumping into you, while you made your drink. “whoa, slow down there tiger. don’t want you passing out before the hour is up.” it’s nico with a slight nervous chuckle coming up to you.
euijoo laughed as well, as he introduced himself and nico.
“k’s friends, right?” your tone was sharp and tight. sore subject. both nodded.
you had an idea of yourself. maybe flirt with k’s friends. not sure why, but you felt it was right. nico seemed to be an easy, natural flirt.
you placed a hand on nico’s upper arm, a playful smile on your lips, “maybe you can help me make a proper drink? i usually don’t come to parties or make my own drinks.” you giggle.
nico smiles, happy you’re playing the game just as dirty. euijoo feels this may not end well.
“i can sure do that for you,” nico smiles and throws away your old cup, making you a new one. it looked like it already tasted better once he started mixing.
from afar, k’s eyes find you with nico and euijoo. nico pouring you a drink, you smiling and giggling to nico. nico giving you that flirty smile of his. like—like, some high school girl talking to her crush!
oh hell no. k balled his fist, inhaling through his nose.
“sorry sakura, we can talk more about the study sessions and my practice schedule later.” he says and sakura just nods, walking off to find her friends.
she was over trying to help k if he wasn’t going to focus. sakura had cornered k at the party because he’s been ignoring her calls and messages. they both knew if k wanted to stay on the team he needed better grades in one of his classes.
“mhm, having fun here?” k grits through his teeth, walking into the kitchen where you, nico, and euijoo where.
you stiffen and your back straightens at hearing his voice. nico smirks, “of course.” you smile through your teeth.
nico hands you your drink. you take a small sip, and smile squeezing nico’s bicep. “mhm,” you moan over dramatically. “this is so good, nico.”
fuma and jo soon follow into the kitchen, immediately feeling the tension in the room. they watch euijoo’s face which is tense and full of warning.
“be careful nico, your new friend here is a lightweight. give her too much and she’ll cry to you while on the toilet saying no one is complimenting her skirt.”
you freeze, your face hardening. “fuck you, k!” you yell. “and i’m not even wearing a damn skirt!” you toss the remaining of your drink on his white shirt, nearly missing his jacket. your face is feeling hot, and you turn on your heels to storm out to the backyard.
“you fucking idiot!” nico scolds once you’re out of ear shot.
k shoots nico a disapproving look. “what? i told you i liked her and you go and flirt with her?”
“no, i know you like her and was going to hype you up—eventually. she was going to soon realize i wasn’t her type, and that you were.” nico says, poking k’s chest. “she started flirting back with me, probably to make your dumbass jealous.”
“why would she flirt with you, to make me jealous?” k retorts.
all four of his friends slap their own forehead, and it’s fuma who grips his shoulders shaking k. “you idiot, it’s because she likes you but is scared!”
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outside, you’re fighting back tears, and fighting off mosquitoes. you suddenly hear your name from behind you. when you turn back to the house, you see sakura coming down the patio steps, pointing at you, stating your name once again. “you’re her, right?”
you nod slowly. what does sakura want with you? is she hear to tell you to back off k? maybe you can lie and say you’re not interested. you’re caught off guard when sakura smiles.
her smile is soft. “now i can see why yudai is so obsessed with you.” she looks you up and down, but not in a judgmental manner.
“huh?” you ask confused, fingers scratching the top of your head before you cross them.
“every time i tutor him, it’s like he’s looking for something, or someone. low and behold, when his eyes happen to find you, whether in the library, or cafe, or outside, it takes me forever to get his attention back on the work in front of him.” she laughs.
“tutor?” you croak. you swallow a lump in your throat.
she nods, again with a soft smile. “yeah, im his tutor for one of his classes.”
the wheels in your brain are turning. sakura laughs noticing. it’s like she can see you working out the problem above your head. “don’t tell me you thought—oh absolutely not!” she quickly recovers making an ‘x’ with her arms.
you stand there dumbfounded, arms now by your hips. sakura continues to explain.
“he’s been ignoring me about finding time to work on his upcoming assignments for the past week and a half, that’s the only reason i was talking to him just now.” her thumb points back to the party.
“oh,” was your reply. you muttered it so low, she almost didn’t hear you.
“trust me, you are the one k wants. and he’s definitely not the one i want.”
“not the one you want?” you reply with a question.
“no, i have a crush on fuma.” sakura begins to blush after she shrugs. “hopefully one day i will have the courage to talk to him again.”
“again? how did you talk to him before?” you ask, loving the soon to be blooming romance between fuma and sakura.
“i was having issues with my switch and pokemon game. he happened to be walking past me while i was sitting in the quad on campus and he joined me to help.” sakura bites her lip remembering that day.
you walk a bit closer to her, “if one of us deserves to be with k or his friend group, it’s definitely you with fuma.” you squeeze her forearm with care.
you and sakura end up talk for a bit more, standing in the grass. you tell her what just happened while in the party, and why you’re out here. “i think i’m just going to go home. parties aren’t my thing.” you say, smacking another mosquito. “plus it was a mistake coming out here with mosquitoes trying to suck all my blood.”
“you shouldn’t walk alone.” sakura’s tone is serious, loving like an older sister.
you wave it off, rolling your lips, “i’ll be fine. i am used to going unnoticed.” you say bitterly. after a quick wave bye to sakura, you leave through the back gate and begin your walk in the dark back to your apartment.
sakura rushes into the party, thankfully k and his friends are still gathered in the kitchen, seemingly in a heated argument. “k, she’s walking home alone.” sakura tells k, not even bothered to say hi to his friends or take in account they were in a middle of an argument.
he stops with a freeze, cup to his lips. “she’s what?” he squeaks. you’re really going to walk home alone?
sakura points the way you went. “use your track star legs and go after her! it’s late, dark, and too many drunk men out.” sakura rushes. “she knows who i am k, now go!” she takes the drink out of k’s hand.
k quickly leaves the party, out the front door, to find you. thankfully his track star legs help, and sakura’s quick thinking. it doesn’t take long for him to find you, walking on the sidewalk past three other frats.
you hear footsteps behind you, you try to ignore, your heart racing. you hear your name being called from behind by a man. you ignore it, until it gets closer and the voice begins to sound familiar.
you swallow, and turn around to see him, “k?” you stand still as he makes his way beside you, side eyeing the men around.
“you can’t be walking home late at night, alone. mad or not, princess.” he says. “you can argue with me later, i am walking you home.”
you look around, seeing frat houses lined up, other parties going on, and drunken eyes watching you.
“okay.” you agree, not really wanting to argue. k grabs your hand before you continue to walk. he takes off his jacket and places it around you.
he’s eyeing your chest, but quickly adverts his to your eyes. “um, it’s kinda chilly.” he says. no, he doesn’t want other men eyeing you like candy, he thought.
“sure track star,” you laugh, but keep his jacket wrapped tight around your body and walk to your apartment with him next to you.
it’s silent for most of the walk. mixed with awkwardness but also comforting. in the end you apologize, “sorry i threw my drink on your shirt.”
“sorry i brought up you crying on the toilet.” k says so nonchalantly and you can’t help but giggle.
“it’s fine.” you say and bite your lip. “just don’t do it again.”
“promise.” he honors. “just as long as you promise not to flirt with nico again.”
“why?” you look up to him, his face illuminating by the street lights.
“nico isn’t right for you. he’s not looking to settle down anytime soon.” k replies.
“and you know what’s right for me?” you ask, anger bubbling. “don’t think you have the right to tell me who i can and cannot flirt with.”
you take a few steps ahead, but k is quick to catch up. he grasps your hand and turns you to face him. his eyes are already studying you gently.
“i am right for you. that i can guarantee, princess.”
“k—,”
“i know me telling you i liked you right before my fingers were buried in you wasn’t the way to go,” your body shudders, “and i’m sorry if it came off like that. like i only wanted you for your virginity.”
k tucks a hair from your forehead, his hand framing your face. you lean into his touch.
“just give me the time and chance, and i will prove to you that i like you. and i want to be with you. just us two.” k confesses. you take in a sharp inhale. “just please don’t ignore me this time, princess. it hurt.”
you look down at your feet, but k uses his finger to raise your chin again to look at him. “tell me what’s going on?”
“k, i never had that much male attention on me. none actually, if any. especially to my face. if it was male attention to my face it wasn’t the kind attention.” you voice shakes. no you do not want to cry. not now. “i have never had a guy tell me he’s liked me, had a crush on me, notice me, notice things i like. it was just a lot at once.”
“im sorry i overwhelmed you, princess.” he says softly, still caressing your cheek. “i’ll go slow. i’ll wait as long as you need me to.”
“that’s the thing k—i do like the attention you give me. i liked when you touched me. kissed me. and i want it again.” you say truthfully. “i just don’t want it to be a one time thing—,”
“and it won’t be princess. if that’s what you like, i’ll give it to you everyday. how many ever times a day you want.” k kisses your forehead.
his fingers thread with yours, and he pulls you closer. “let’s get you back to your apartment.” he says and you nod in agreement.
the remaining walk you both held hands and he helped you to your dorm door, and you welcomed him in.
“should you tell minnie i’m here?”
“she won’t be back tonight.” you say, taking off k’s jacket and neatly putting it on the back of your desk chair in your room.
you look to k, noticing his white shirt sticking to his skin. “um, i still have your shirt i ran out wearing if you need it.” you point to his shirt. k laughs in agreement.
“thanks.”
you show him to the bathroom you and minnie share, and give him a cloth to wash his torso off from remaining juice on his body.
you begin untying your corset, quickly grabbing a random shirt nearby, and unbuttoning your jeans and kicking them off somewhere in the room.
the shirt goes to mid thigh, so you bend down to search for some sleep shorts hidden in your bottom drawer.
“nice undies.” you hear k say, and you quickly stand, your hands covering your underwear, all while trying to pull your shirt down further too.
it wasn’t a lacy pair like he last saw you in. it was more of your comfortable, bikini briefs that had weird random stitching on it.
“oh, um,” you back against the dresser as k walks closer to you, his shirt changed, a smile on his face.
“i think they’re even better than the lacy one you wouldn’t keep on for me.” k whispers in your ear. and just from that moment, you feel the dam inside you explode.
your hands, toys, fingers, nothing had been enough the past week.
you look up to k, and grab him by his shirt pulling him in for a kiss. k is completely caught off guard, but kisses you back, his palm quickly reaching behind you to grab your ass cheek, with a tight squeeze.
you whimper in his mouth, only driving him more crazy for you. just like you, his own hand and memory of you beneath him, hadn’t been enough. he needed you.
but he pulls away abruptly. “are you sure—,”
“yes, i am sure,” you interrupt bringing his soft lips back to yours. he walks to back towards your bed, your bottom finding the edge. k is towering over you, and without a word, takes off his shirt.
he reaches for yours, fingers grasping the hem and slowly lifts it over your head, leaving you in just your underwear.
his eyes never break their gaze from yours, lips slowly tracing down the curve of your nose, down your lips, neck, to your chest. he leans down, kissing the top of each of your breasts.
his warm breath fans against your skin, leaving goosebumps written on it. “after this, we need to have a much needed conversation.”
you nod frantically in agreement, k leaning back down to kiss your lips, his fingers teasing the top of your underwear. you slightly move your hips towards him, and he takes that hint to pull your underwear off, the last of the clothing that kept you covered.
k teases you with his middle finger, before it sinks in, your head tossing back, removing your lips from his, with a loud moan leaving your throat.
his middle finger is joined by another finger, k’s thumb lightly tracing over your clit, your hips bucking trying to chase the feeling.
k’s fingers feel good within you, you bite your lower lip to try and hide some sounds, but fail.
“no, let those sounds out pretty.” k coos, his fingers increasing their pace.
“k, i don’t wanna come on your fingers.” you groan out, hips following the pace of his fingers. “i won’t be able to maintain energy for two orgasms tonight.” k doesn’t stop, but slows, your back arching from the bed just an inch.
k looks down, meeting your eyes, which are begging him to listen. he smiles and releases his fingers, removing his remaining clothing.
he finds a condom in his jeans, and rolls it on, your back now against the mattress, and k hovers over you. “do you wanna be on top?”
you shake your head. “it might hurt if i’m on top.”
“it’s gonna feel uncomfortable regardless, princess,” k whispers, moving hair from your face, and he kisses your cheek.
“can you start out on top, please, k?” you pout and k chuckles and nods, kissing your pouty lips.
k nods, signaling for you to move further up the bed, which you do, your head meeting your pillow. k follows you, his knees resting on the bed. he grabs under your knees, wrapping your legs around his waist. his tips meets your entrance, and he slowly pushes through, your face falling from the feeling of k stretching you.
you can only let out a throaty breath, your hands gripping his forearms, your legs tightening around his waist. k soon bottoms out, and pulls back before pushing back in.
is was a smooth rhythm he started out with, slow with the roll of his hips. when your breaths turned to whimpers and begs, k sped up his pace and deepened his thrust, your body soon rocking with with bed, the headboard hitting the wall at times.
your nails dig into his skin, your whimpers coming out less controlled, more relaxed with added intensity. “shit,”
k speeds up, trying to control his hips and pace. “shit is right princess. you’re squeezing me too tight. i’m gonna come soon.”
you nod in agreement, biting your lower lip. “gonna come.”
k uses this free fingers to rub circles on your clit, only adding to the pleasure he was quickly bringing you to. “come for me princess.”
k muttered filthy words as you both came together, him emptying into the condom before collapsing on top of you, then soon rolling off to the side, bringing you with him to his side.
he didn’t even remove himself from you, staying buried in inside of you, your leg lazily thrown over his lower half.
“looks like you won’t be a virgin for the rest of your life.” k teases, and you laugh. you go quiet, and k can feel your mind overthinking. “and don’t think i’m letting you go. you’re mine now.”
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— eve. 🐈⬛
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That update hurt me so bad like I cried the moment I heard that, I still can't believe either accept it :< but as an engene and also an ever I respected them sm and eventually tho the day will come for me to accept the whole thing. I miss them 7 together and it hurts to think that their moments together are now just memories :< maybe in the next life I'll see them all together againnn.... :<< but for now I will be here supporting them as an engene and ever....
it was really hard to comprehend, and i have some of my own theories, but heeseung did want to leave, and enhypen is now 6. hopefully in the future we can get interactions with them again, but that might not be for a while.
jungwon is such a young but strong leader, he’s had to carry so much weight on his shoulders and back. my bias my babe 🥰❤️
with that said, any of my CURRENT works with heeseung with enhypen will be continued, but going forward, he will not be involved in my enhypen fics (unless as an outside/side character).
any new enhypen fics going forward from me will be tagged ot6, not ot7. it hurts, but i will accept this change. jungwon wants it, the whole group wants it and i will respect that as an engene.
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