“why are you all looking at me like that?” you ask, folding your arms across your chest.
“like what?” nico quickly clears his throat.
“like you have terrible news to tell me?” your own throat goes dry, as you cradle your arms, your tone soft.
“well it’s not, terrible,” harua looks over to nico, scratching the back of his head awkwardly.
you had been peacefully in your room finding a book to read, when you felt eyes staring at you from your door way. with a raised brow, the two boys didn’t move but just stared at you.
you met them outside your door in the hallway.
“just tell me, what is it?” you say lowly. you were bored and off put by their actions.
“your mom.” harua quickly responds.
“what about her?” you’re puzzled. why would they suddenly bring her up?
“she’s downstairs.” nico answers neutrally, through gritted teeth. none of them were happy your mom showed up out of nowhere.
“like downstairs, here?” you point down below, referring to downstairs. you let out a brief laugh unbelieving, but nico or harua don’t laugh back.
“yes, but—,” harua begins to speak, but you don’t wait to listen running down the steps, almost tripping on the way.
“mom!” you’re on alert and overwhelmed. you yell out to your mom, shaky voice due to surprise that she actually came back.
“ray, there’s my sunshine.” she smiles, delighted to see you. she opens her arms and you run to them. she hugs you tight, kissing the side of your head.
“mom, where have you been!” your exclaim, your eyes becoming moist and pulling back from your mom at arms length.
“i had to present to the witches council after everything happened with your sis—,” your mom’s mouth thinned in answer.
“—half sister.” your eyebrows drew together, mouth in a frown.
“yes, half sister. the council found me innocent, of course.” her lips smiled faintly.
“as they should. you weren’t in control of yourself.” you assert.
your mom smiles, rubbing your shoulders, “how have you been, ray?” she asks composed.
“not well. ever since i was hurt i can’t tap into my abilities.” you answer honest, your voice lightly shaking.
your mom looks up to the eight men staring. “why don’t we talk somewhere more private?” your moms own voice went soft, laced with concern.
“no, you two are very well to have a conversation here.” yuma says bluntly. he walks up behind you, pulling you into his chest, by grabbing your sides in his hands.
“yuma!” you scold awkwardly. you try to move from his hold, but his hands are tight around you. and words fade on your lips under his touch.
yuma’s breath stirred against your skin, “what? i don’t care if she’s your mom. you’re still vulnerable. one of us needs to have eyes on you at all times.” yuma twirls a hair piece in his finger. he quickly folds his arms around your shoulders, trapping you in his arms.
your mom smiles, eyes transfixed on yuma’s movements. “very well. ray, who do you want to join us?” a smirk sprang to her mouth, looking at you, then to all eight men around you all.
“i will.” yuma steps forward, with you still in his arms.
your mom dismisses him, easily. “why you? you’re not the alpha of this pack—,”
“i’m still her mate.” he growls, a warning bubbling up his throat. your spine stiffens.
your mom smiles fondly. “again, very well. let’s talk up in your room. that is, if you have a room to yourself.”
“i do, it’s right upstairs.” you try your best to move from yuma’s hold, and point upstairs. you begin walking up the steps, your mom and yuma right behind you.
a quizzical brow arches above your mom’s eye to yuma, “can we at least talk in the room in private? nothing bad will happen to her while we talk behind closed doors. you can stand in the hall.” she says straightforward.
yuma is adamant on not letting you out of his sight. “i don’t—,”
“yuma, it’ll be okay, i promise.” you reply warmly, and you kiss his cheek leaving a gloss mark.
once the door is closed, you both take a seat on your bed. your mom’s lips quirked, “one thing is for sure, fuma is not your fated mate. he’s not your primary partner.” she says nonchalantly, resting her hands on her lap.
“what?” you ask baffled.
“it’s yuma.” your mom replies bubbly.
your eyes widen. “mom?” you feel dumb right now. what is she talking about?
your mom sees the confusion written on your face. she pats your knee lovingly “he’s the most protective of you and knows you the best.”
“he looks after everyone and pays attention to what everyone likes.” you reply objectively.
“you don’t see it the way i do sweetheart.” your mom says. “yuma is your primary mate and the one you are fated to. i am sure you both feel it, but ignore it. i bet your bond is stronger than anyone’s. emotionally, physically, and intimately,” she openly shares.
“okay, ew mom, not talking about that with you.” you replied repulsive.
she laughs. “you’ll start to notice. the others care of course, but yuma is different.”
“next subject please,” you can’t comprehend yuma is your actual primary mate, not fuma. from when you first started becoming aware of this whole new world, it was instilled into you that fuma was your mate. “let’s start with what happened to my abilities?” you change the subject.
your mom sighs. “it’s possible there was a curse put on that blade. lottie could have had me do it under her control, but i can’t remember. another possibility is the lack of complete trust you have with all of your wolves.”
“i trust them,” you say offensively.
“do you? i know what happened with euijoo. you may think you’re healed from that, but there’s still a chance of blockage.” she’s quick to reply.
“what if we kiss and make up and it still doesn’t fix me, mom?” a lump came to your throat.
“then we know it’s the blade. i did speak with the council. the issue is without knowing the exact curse that was inflicted on that blade, it’ll be hard to reverse. trying just any reverse spell can make it worse. we need to know the exact curse to be sure not to cause further harm.” she’s quick explain.
“fuma told chan that might be the reason, but they can’t find the knife.” you sigh.
“that’s because after lottie used it, the blade was made to turn into dust. once the cursed object is used, it can no longer be found or used.”
“why?” you turn your body to your mom on the bed.
“to prevent further curses on people and to prevent a way of finding a cure.”
you huff. “just fucking great!”
“we’ll figure this out.” she reasons, gifting you a soft smile, grabbing your hand in hers.
“are you staying?” you ask hopeful.
she shakes her head. “i’m going back to the house.”
“it’s not safe!” you quickly stand.
“i know about the rogues. i can defend myself, ray. you are better off here with extensive protection. i need to do some cleansing in that home and research through my books.” your mom stands as well. she tries to comfort you, but you only take what you can accept without feeling overwhelmed.
“do you need your journal?” you ask, lazily pointing towards the dresser.
“no that is for you to keep.” your mom says.
“by the way it sucks at giving answers.” you murmur, dropping your eyes.
“it only reveals itself when needed, ray.” she chuckles. she lifts your chin to meet your eyes. “you are a strong young woman, ray. trust yourself. trust your gut.”
tears meet your eyes, and you you hug your mom tightly. after the hug, you both make small talk and go to the door to open it. when the door opens, yuma is leaning against it, almost falling into the room.
“i could barely hear a word going on!” yuma raises his eyebrow questioningly.
“chan sound proofed the rooms and for good reason, pup.” your mom says, patting his head. his cheeks to red, and she winks at the both of you.
that means yuma didn’t hear that he’s your primary mate. not fuma. now how the fuck where you going to tell him? tell fuma? tell any of them?
you walk your mom back down the steps and to the front door. “i’ll be in touch ray. like i said i am cleansing the house. if you ever need a break, you know where to find me.”
“and why would she need a break?” maki questions.
“from you all.” she answers truthfully. “my daughter’s life has turned upside down very quickly. soon enough, it’ll catch up to her.”
euijoo remains quiet. your mom is right, and he’s heard it before. when you were crying.
“what did you and your mom talk about? does she have any idea about your abilities?” fuma asks once your mom is off the property. he’s standing in front of the fire place, arms crossed.
“she agrees it might have to do with the weapon by lottie. it may have been cursed.” you say with a huff. you sit in between maki and taki on the couch.
your eyes wander to yuma who is standing nearby, arms crossed. annoyance flash behind his eyes. you watch as he motions for taki to move over and yuma sits next to you with a smile. you swallow.
“so she can just reverse it?” euijoo asks from his spot on the other couch, on the edge of the arm of the couch.
“not that simple, my mom says. she said that if she uses the wrong reverse spell it could cause more harm than help. the council agrees. they need to know the exact curse used in order to fight it off.” you answer.
“well damn, how many curses are there that causes something like this?” nico asks, sitting on the couch cushion next to euijoo.
you shrug. “there has to be more than enough if she’s worried about harming me further.”
“anything else go on behind those closed doors?” yuma asks from beside you. he’s leaning back against the couch, right arm stretched behind you.
you shake your head, looking at him. yuma raises his eyebrow but says nothing. your heart pounds. “what yuma?”
“there’s no way that’s all you talked about for that long.” he finally says.
“well it is.” you ground out. “believe it or not, we can carry a conversation without you being the main topic.” your voice shakes, trying to be calm and cool. your spine tingles, feeling his eyes on you.
“ouch.” he laughs.
you laugh softly. “everything is okay, yuma. i promise.”
“i just didn’t like not being able to hear anything. what if something happened and you needed me?” yuma pouts. you poke his bottom lip.
“our bond is strong enough that you will know.” you tease. he sucks his bottom lip back in. “just why did chan make the walls so sound proof?” you scratch your head.
“you’ve heard what your mom said. things can get pretty loud. and by things i mean you. probably the main reason he moved us.” yuma laughs.
your mouth gapes open. “you all aren’t that quiet either, you jerks!” you stand, arms crossed. euijoo, k, nico, and yuma laugh. “so mean!” you pout this time and go to walk away, but k pulls you into his side.
“no need to pout now, princess.” k chuckles, kissing your temple.
“whatever; i’m going back upstairs to read. call me down when the food is ready.” you say, and go back up the stairs to your room.
you would love to be outside but it’s snowing even more and the temps were dropping. you didn’t have fur like your wolves to keep you warm.
you get to your room, and as you go to get comfy on your bed, you turn to the door and nearly scream seeing yuma in the doorway.
“shit, yuma!” your heart is beating fast from being startled. you bite your lower lip, “what is it?”
he just pouts. “can i just lay with you?”
you smile and nod, “of course.” you get on the bed and yuma happily walks to your side, and belly flops on the bed.
you’re on your back, book open in your hand, yuma on his stomach. his arm is draped over your stomach, his face buried in your side.
your body heats up at just the skin on skin contact from him, his fingertips lightly tracing the bare skin on your side.
you giggle. “yuma, you know i’m ticklish, stop.” you lightly pat his hand to quit. you can hear him groan in protest but he stops after he gives you a quick pinch.
your eyes are staring at the words on the page, but you’re not reading. instead, your mom’s words are going through your head regarding you and yuma.
you start to think back from the beginning of when you met yuma, when you two first bonded. how your relationship together quickly bloomed.
then you remember of some of the things he’s told you. when you went missing he was able to somewhat talk to the elements. shit. your mom is right.
if yuma was able to talk to the elements like you because of your bond, and none of the other wolves were—he could really be your mate. the one you’re meant to be with the most.
mindlessly, you begin playing in yuma’s hair, hearing him lightly hum in content. he tightens his hold around your waist, tucking his head further into your body if possible. he kisses your clothed side.
your body was heating up more. you haven’t been with any of them intimately since euijoo. you were sure it was because they all were respecting you, what you went through, and probably wanted you to initiate it all.
downstairs, fuma, k, and taki are working on the food. nico and euijoo are arguing over a game, harua and maki edging them on. jo is the only one sitting quietly watching, occasionally laughing at his pack mates arguing.
“do we think her mom is right about the curse?” k whispers to fuma.
fuma shrugs. “i believe so. there is still something odd about her mom, but i don’t think she’s fibbing on this.”
k sighs, “i was afraid that was the case. if she doesn’t know what curse it was, who’s to know how long finding a cure will take?”
taki joins in. “maybe we can look through some common curses that have the same effect that she’s feeling. that way we’ll at least narrow it down. im sure every curse has something specific to itself, which makes it different. we just need to differentiate what it is.”
k and fuma stare at taki in awe. taki’s eyes go wide in shock.
“taki, you are a genius.” k smiles and goes to give taki one of his bone crushing hugs.
“let’s just hope there’s not a thousand different possibilities.” taki says through puffed cheeks as k is crushing him in a hug.
“that was a cheating move!” euijoo scolds to nico. nico is just laughing deeply at euijoo’s red cheeks.
“boys,” fuma says, walking to the two before euijoo decides to attack nico.
k finally lets go of taki. taki looks at k seriously, “do you think she’ll ever want to bond with me intimately?”
k freezes, he’s just caught off guard with taki suddenly confessing. “of course she wants to.” k says, eyebrows furrowed. “maybe she just knows your wolf isn’t itching for bonding right now.”
“do i have to wait until my wolf is ready?” taki asks shyly.
k chuckles, “of course not, taki.” he rubs his hair messily. “so,” k rocks on his feet, “you’re asking if she’ll want to have sex with you just to have sex?”
taki immediately blushes, “i mean—uh, that’s not exactly, but—maybe,” he’s stuttering. k laughs.
“cute.” he pinches taki’s cheeks again, taki swatting away his hands. “just talk to her, okay? maybe you just haven’t showed any sexual interest towards her, which is why she hasn’t had any thought of it.” k replies honestly. he squeezes taki’s shoulder. “with you, harua, and maki being the youngest she probably wants you all to make the moves first.”
“that’s the thing,” taki whispers, leaning closer into k, “i don’t have moves!”
“just be yourself, that’ll charm her, i promise.”
taki grumbles, “you’re absolutely no help.”
“he’s no help for what?” you ask coming up behind taki.
taki jumps with a small squeal. “oh, no help, for, um, things,” taki stutters, clearing his throat, ending it with an awkward smile.
you stare at taki like he’s grown two heads, and yuma’s deep chuckle can be heard from beside you. “do you really need help from k, for that?”
you look between k, taki, and yuma. “help with what?” you want in on whatever is going through their men brains of theirs.
“better if you don’t know, sweetheart.” k smiles and removes himself from the kitchen to where fuma had euijoo and nico separated.
you give taki and yuma a not so happy look, and turn to look at euijoo and nico who had their own pouts.
you walk over to the two. “now what happened between you two?”
“nico cheated!” euijoo quickly blamed with a point.
“no i did not! it’s not my fault you suck at this game!” nico defends.
you walk behind euijoo, rubbing his shoulders, then leaning down behind him while he’s sitting on the couch and wrap your arms around his shoulders.
“i believe you juju.” you say and kiss his cheek. he immediately gets a goofy smile and pokes his tongue out at nico.
nico rolls his eyes. he mocks you and euijoo both, but you see it and slap him on the back of his head with a frown.
“come on let’s eat, im hungry.” you say and skip back to the kitchen where taki and fuma were.
“princess, have you decided on the order of the sleep rotation?” k asks finding a seat for himself.
“not yet.” you admit, sitting in between nico and euijoo.
“how about we play paper rock scissors?” yuma ask, ready to hold out his hand.
“no because for some reason you always win at that.” k shakes his head. “how about oldest to youngest.” he smirks.
the younger ones protest of course. you look over to the four youngest.
“how about youngest to oldest,” you say instead. “the younger ones barely get to spend time with me because you all are always hogging me.”
“it’s not our fault our wolf has a desire to be with you!” nico says with a huff. taki, maki and harua smile wide.
“maki, hope you pick out a good movie tonight!” you smile to the youngest.
maki got sick after playing in the cold snow for three hours.
he was sick not even twelve hours later.
and his sickness was joined by yuma who was also too stubborn to listen to you.
they both shivered on the couch, wrapped in blankets as you brought them warm soup. “i told you all to bundle up! you may be wolves, but you’re still human too.” you sigh.
maki last had a fever of 101°f, yuma reaching 100°f.
it was the next day, and barely two in the morning. you’ve been in caretaker mode since they came in last night after playing in the snow, wet and cold. you tried to avoid this, wanting them to eat something warm, take a warm (not hot) shower, and redress in newer, warmer clothes.
they wouldn’t listen.
they came in around 3 in the afternoon and by ten that night, they were the complete opposite of their usual selves.
“the cold doesn’t make us sick!” yuma shivers.
“yeah!” maki’s teeth are chattering, “it’s viruses!”
“and guess what? you caught a virus.” you retort. you’re still baffled at how they caught one, since the whole territory was basically in its own zip code. “you better hope it’s not deadly.”
they had caught the virus or whatever they had pretty quick as well. but you didn’t dwell much on it. you couldn’t, because if you did, you’d start spiraling.
fuma informed chan of maki and yuma becoming ill. he immediately sent lia over and another to check in on them. lia cleared and said it was just a common virus and it was nothing to panic about. even while far away from most of the population, viruses can still carry. she took some swabs and would run tests to ease everyone’s concerns.
maki groans as his body aches. “i hate being sick!” he whines.
“no one likes being sick you idiot.” yuma replies. even sick, he’s still his sarcastic and menace self, and you’re thankful for that.
“can you both try to at least get some rest? it’s two in the morning and i need sleep to function if i am going to need to take care of you two.” you grit through your teeth.
you feel a presence behind you, and just from the feeling alone, you know who it is. but, you don’t react. you don’t recoil. you take a breath, and let your body relax when his hand softly touches your back.
his hand spreads across your lower back. “get some sleep. i’ll keep an eye on them.” euijoo yawns.
you look up to him with kind and thankful eyes, but remember his own exhaustion. “euijoo, i think you need rest yourself. i think these two can fend for themselves for the night.” you look back at the couch, and both were quickly on their way to a deep sleep. “i gave them a heavy dose of some nightquill.” you say.
euijoo laughs so softly, you barely hear it. “good idea.” he nods, “okay, i’ll go back to bed then.” he moves his hand and you immediately miss the touch, wanting more. euijoo goes to turn away, stalls, then turns back to you. “need me to escort you anywhere?”
“your bed.” you say. euijoo’s body goes rigid, but then he relaxes.
“you sure?” he clarifies, and you nod.
in a daze, euijoo holds out his hand, your grab it, threading your fingers together. he leads you upstairs to his room, and shuts the door behind you both.
you both get in his bed, under the covers. euijoo again goes still as a stick, scared to further touch you. but you surprise him when you cuddle into his side, leg draping over his thighs and arm draped over his waist. “good night juju.”
the next morning euijoo wakes up feeling more refreshed than before. just from seven hours of sleeping beside you, skin on skin contact, euijoo has some of his color returning to his body. eye bags mainly gone. he feels energized, and stronger.
you inhale, tucking yourself deeper into euijoo’s side, rubbing your head against his chest. euijoo is awake and smiling, but doesn’t move to avoid waking you. he’s softly patting your head, something that soothes you.
euijoo’s door creaks open, and nico peeks his head in. the sight before him makes him smile. “at least she didn’t stay up taking care of those idiots.” nico talks softly as possible, so that he doesn’t wake you.
“i had to convince her to go to sleep.” euijoo replies, and kisses your head.
“they both woke up feeling groggily. i have a feeling she probably drugged them up to put their whiny asses to sleep.” nico says, and euijoo laughs, chest rumbling.
he nods in agreement. “she did.”
“it worked.” nico sits on the edge of the bed. “their fevers went down, and they’re feeling better. well rested, no more chills.”
“that was a quick recovery.” euijoo says.
“well, thankful for their wolf genes, it fought off the viruses quicker than just their human gene.” nico breathes out a sigh of relief.
you move just lightly in your sleep, and euijoo freezes until he feels your body go back relaxed. he lets out his own breath of relief.
“scared to move?” nico questions, adjusting himself on the bed.
“if this is a dream, i don’t want to wake up.” euijoo says, looking down at you through his lashes.
“i told her what you told me. i talked to her about what you’ve noticed, euijoo. she hadn’t meant any of it, not knowing she was even doing it.” nico whispers, euijoo not taking his eyes off you you. “she’s in agreement that slow, intimate sex is what will probably be needed to make up that bonding relationship and experience. replace the bad with the good.”
euijoo’s breath catches for only a second, his hand pausing over your head before continuing. “we’ll let it happen naturally.” he says. “probably something we shouldn’t plan in advance.”
“just make sure i am there.” nico states.
euijoo chuckles. “you’re such a vouyer.”
“and you and her are a perv for liking it.” nico sasses back, euijoo’s cheeks going red. “no need to fight or hide it juju. i think it’s the closest we’ll get to a threesome with our girl.”
“you don’t think she’ll ever want a threesome from us?” euijoo looks up to nico momentarily before putting his attention back on your sleeping figure.
“nah,” nico answers. “she’ll probably get too overwhelmed and end up panicking feeling like she’s leaving one of us out. trying to figure out how to balance the attention.” euijoo nods, agreeing.
another very light knock is heard, the door creaking open. this time it’s fuma, and he smiles at the scene. “im glad she’s finally opening up to you, alpha.”
euijoo’s chest tightens at the formality. “alpha.” he repeats in a whisper. he hasn’t felt like one in so long. “thank you to you and k for taking over while i recover.”
“of course euijoo. we are a pack. family. brothers. it’s what we do.” fuma clears his throat, softening his voice. “i hate to interrupt the love fest, but hyunjin wants her to meet him and ni-ki for training.”
euijoo inwardly pouts. he doesn’t want to ruin this. it feels good. “okay.” he replies instead.
“we’ll go so we don’t startle her when she awakes.” fuma says, and nico gets up from the spot, giving euijoo a two finger wave.
minutes after euijoo is alone with you once again. he kisses your forehead, down to your cheek. he pats your head again, twirling your hair in his fingers. “love, wake up.” you grumble, and move slowly, but don’t fully wake up. “you’re needed for training.”
“no,” you groan, as euijoo slightly shakes you. “want to stay here.”
“it’ll be over before you know it.” euijoo softly coos.
you slowly open your eyes, using one of your fists to rub them open. “can you come?” your voice is tired.
euijoo stills. “um, i don’t think it’s a good idea.” he says, thinking about what he could do if ni-ki oversteps. “i trust you, not him.” euijoo refers to the vampire.
you don’t argue, just nod. “okay, i’ll drag k or nico.” you name two wolves who might remain the calmest. you would’ve taken yuma, but he may still be recovering.
euijoo sits up, you letting out a protest of grumbles, but slowly sit up as well. “k might be best. he’s more welcoming to the cold than nico.”
you point sleepily, “good point.” you throw the covers off your body, and walk to the bathroom, eyes half open, half closed.
another knock comes to the door, and it’s fuma again. he looks, seeing you have moved and were getting ready. “hyunjin and jeongin brought us an extra golf cart that’s great in the snow. so she doesn’t have to trudge through it.” fuma explains.
“she says she’ll have k go with her. she asked me, but i don’t think that’s best right now.” euijoo offers the information.
“great idea.” fuma confirms. “she’s getting breakfast and a warm drink to-go. let her know the training is inside today. the snow has stopped for now, but the temps are slowly dropping.”
just as he finishes giving euijoo the information, you walk back into the bedroom after using the bathroom. “all my stuff is back in my bathroom.” you say. “i’ll be down in about fifteen.”
you get dressed and ready in the fifteen minutes you said you would, walking down the steps not long after. you wore thick boot socks on your feet, leggings underneath your jeans, and a thick sweater on top.
downstairs, maki and yuma were still hogging the couch, but looking better.
“glad you two are feeling better.” you greeted messing up their hair in the process. “and looking better.”
maki makes a joke, “the cold never bothered me anyway.”
“okay elsa.” yuma snorts, and drinks his hot tea slowly. yuma looks back at you, “who are you taking to training with you?” he pouts.
“you need more rest yuma. i will take, k.” you answer, and you hear a noise from behind you. clattering and clinking. someone slightly choking and their back being patted on.
you turn seeing it’s k who choked on his coffee, and it’s jo slapping his back.
“come on k, you’re gonna have fun!” you grin.
“be careful k, she has a wonderful vocabulary when angry.” yuma says, smile hidden behind the cup.
you keep your attention on k. you pout, “please, for your princess?” he smiles in disbelief, not believing you’re using that on him. but he’s proud.
“anything for you, princess.” he enhances the name princess.
you smirk, “of course, i have you all pussy whipped.” you shrug. this time, it’s maki and yuma choking on their drinks in surprise.
maki holds up a finger after clearing his throat and recovering, “correction, you have them pussy whipped.”
you turn to maki, “i still have you whipped.”
“just not pussy whipped.” maki points with finger guns, clicks his tongue and winks. you roll your eyes with a laugh.
k finally agrees verbally to come with, and volunteered jo to also come along. “you know, extra. back up.”
you didn’t have any argument against it, just going with it. you all dress warmly that will keep you three from catching whatever virus yuma and maki caught.
k drives the winter proof golf cart to where hyunjin is waiting with ni-ki. arriving you see ni-ki also brought ‘back up.’ sunghoon joined him.
the training was in an indoor-like basketball court, sunghoon sitting on the bleachers looking bored. he smiles when you enter the court.
“there’s the princess of the century.” he smiles, showing his fangs and white teeth.
“watch it blood sucker.” k points and you slap his shoulder. “what?”
“behave.” you say. you walk up to hyunjin, who has his sister yeji and another younger girl with them.
“this is our youngest sibling, mai.” hyunjin introduces. she bows and you all do the same. “mai and yeji won’t be involved, but will be here to observe. and make sure the men behave.” hyunjin looks between ni-ki, sunghoon, k, and jo.
funny how the four men were more scared of yeji and mai than hyunjin himself.
“what’s the torturous plan for today?” you ask with a clap.
hyunjin smiles, “ni-ki will attack you and you must defend yourself.”
you laugh awkwardly, “run that back for me one more time.” you say, your voice going up a pitch. “you want ni-ki,” you point to the vampire, “to attack me,” you point to yourself, then speak animatedly with your hands, “when you know damn right i can’t protect myself! i haven’t been able to tap into any of my abilities, hyunjin.”
“maybe it’s because you’re too comfortable knowing you’re not in any actual danger, so your mind block hasn’t released. maybe real danger will get that mind block to release.” hyunjin’s hands go to behind his back.
“ni-ki, attack,” hyunjin looks to ni-ki, then quickly to k and jo, “you two go sit near the other vampire.” hyunjin’s eyes flick black so they cannot argue. you forgot he was part demon.
the two wolves sag their shoulders but walk to the bleachers. you’re distracted and knocked to the ground. luckily the court was filled with padding on the ground.
“what the fuck!” you yell out, the wind knocked out of you.
“he told me to attack, so i did.” ni-ki shows off his teeth with a dark grin. “come on witch, fight back.” he teases. he’s trying to rile you up. make you angry so you can tap into your abilities.
and you try. you try so hard to fight back, but nothing works. the plants laying around, organized by yeji herself don’t come to life. the sprinklers in the gymnasium don’t go off. nothing. you scream out in pain after another attack by ni-ki. mostly he’s tackling you to the ground, which still hurts like a bitch most times. he’s holding back using his entire strength, and hyunjin notices but says nothing.
your side hurts. the healing scar of your abdomen tingles. your head hurts. your pride is wounded. and once again you feel like a failure.
this time you lay there, letting tears fall, again.
“that’s enough!” k announces, standing from the bleachers. you look over to him, and he wore a pained expression. jo looked like he was on the verge of attacking ni-ki himself. sunghoon—he also looked displeased with the whole thing.
hyunjin called for ni-ki to completely stop. ni-ki froze. you see his eyes flash red, and for a second you see the blonde hair, red eyed, vampire with silver fangs that had been haunting your dreams over the years. you gasp, squirming away from him.
his eyes go back to his normal color, you see his current dark hair, his eyes full of worry. “hey, i’m done. no more.” he tone shifts. softer. calmer.
you’re nearly hyperventilating, and k rushes to your side to grab your clammy palms. “you’re okay. all done.” he coos.
you close your eyes, inhaling a deep breath to calm your racing heart. “i’m okay.” you mumble. a sharp pain hits your side, and you grab it. “my side just hurts.”
“we’ll get you iced up, okay?” k says, and you nod. jo comes down the bleachers to stand next to k. he rests his palm on your knee, comforting.
yeji pulls hyunjin aside, and begin whisper yelling to one another. yet, yeji is the one doing most of the talking and pointing. she’s not pleased either.
k easily picks you up bridal style, and you tuck your head into his chest. for fucks sake, when did you become a wimp? all you’ve done is cry, whine, and complain for the past three to four weeks.
your body limps in weakness in his hold, and you tune out the world around you, mainly embarrassed that you can’t even defend yourself.
how are you supposed to defend them if you can’t even defend yourself? ni-ki is probably ashamed himself it’s up to him and you, to defeat this so called rogue pack and clan.
the next time you open your eyes, you stare at a ceiling. you’re in a bed, changed into comfy clothes, and tucked in a bed. it smells like k. he and jo must’ve brought you to his room since you somehow fell asleep while on the ride back.
leaving his room, you are met with hushed whispers, and tiptoe to the corner to eavesdrop.
“do we have an idea what it could be?” fuma rubs his thumb across his lower lip.
k shakes his head. “i think it’s a mental block. what happened to her what traumatic. who knows.”
“i bet that weapon that crazy bitch used did something.” yuma adds.
“yuma, language,” euijoo scolds, “but i agree with yuma. she was doing fine channeling her abilities until she was stabbed. what happened to the weapon?”
“shit, i don’t know. everything happened so fast.” fuma says. “i’ll contact bangchan.”
“in the mean time, how do we approach her during this?” euijoo sighs.
“i can feel not only the frustration coming from her, but she’s feeling embarrassed for some reason.” yuma scratches the back of his head, shifting his weight on his feet.
you’re tucked away around the corner, head resting against the wall, focusing on what was being said between the four. you hadn’t noticed nico and maki sneak up behind you.
“what’chu listening in on?” nico whispers in your ear.
you jump, your heart thumbing in your chest erratically. you had let out a squeal of surprise.
“damn, you caught air with that one.” maki laughs.
your hand is over your chest. you use the other hand and punch maki. “glad to see you’re feeling much better!”
“it’s not nice to eavesdrop, y’know.” yuma says from behind you. he shakes his head in disapproval, walking up to you. the other three are standing back with smiles.
“i was not eavesdropping!” you say, arms crossed. “i just got here, saw the four of you huddled, and stood here for a quick second.” you say with a nod.
“sure.” yuma says with a laugh. “come on, it’s almost time for dinner.”
“well damn, how long did i sleep for?” you ask, shocked by how late it was getting already.
“a few hours.” yuma grabs your hand and tugs you to the kitchen. “you need your rest though.” he kisses the back of your hand.
“you’re being oddly nice.” you raise your brow in suspicion. you stop walking, tugging yuma to a stop. “what do you want?”
yuma’s ears goes red, and you smile teasingly. “don’t.” he immediately holds up his other hand. “we can discuss it after dinner.” he says, then pouts, “please.”
“okay honey.” you coo, pinching his cheek. he slaps your hand away in a ‘knock it off way,’ and continues to pull you to the kitchen.
taki was cooking. “there you two are! i’m always being abandoned.” he complains, looking at maki and nico. taki is wrapped in an apron, waving cooking tongs around.
nico and maki mumbled a half-assed apology and go back to help taki finish cooking.
you take a seat at the dining table, yuma sitting on one side, k joining the other side. k leans into your ear, “it’s not very nice to listen in on others’ conversations princess.”
his lips against your ear send chills down your spine. you bite your lip. you look to him with puppy dog eyes, “i didn’t mean to”
k snorts. “yeah, okay.” he kisses your cheek. “be lucky you’re cute.” you smile at that, and the rest of the guys join the table, while maki, nico, and taki finishing up plating the food to present.
“are you going to tell us what happened at training?” yuma says, pulling your chair closer to his.
“i rather not.” you reply unevenly. you begin to quickly pick at your food that k places on your plate. jo and k look at you with sorrow eyes.
yuma licks his teeth, as if he’s getting food unstuck, but he’s really trying to keep his patience. if you’re not willing to be truthful, how can they help you?
“tell me, kitten.” yuma grabs your fork and sits it down on the plate, eyeing you aggressively. he doesn’t turn his head from you.
you feel not only his eyes staring at you, but everyone else’s around you. you roll your head to the side with a big exhale of annoyance. “hyunjin had ni-ki tackle me and i couldn’t defend myself.” you rush out.
yuma hangs on to every word. eyebrow raised, body radiating anger. he grips the back of your chair, “what?” his tone tense, murderous.
“yuma—,” k begins, but yuma doesn’t hear it; ears ringing. yuma’s sharp eyes narrow on k and jo.
“you two allowed that blood sucker to attack our mate?” yuma was enraged. wolfish to say the least. his inner best threatening to come out.
you turn to yuma quickly, grabbing his hands in yours, “yuma, it’s not their fault okay?” you’re anxious, hoping not to further anger yuma’s wolf. “hyunjin flashed his eyes black, meaning he basically dared us to challenge his demon side.” your body shook. “hyunjin’s never looked so scary.”
yuma chews on the inside of his lip, exhaling through his nose. he thinks deeply. acting out wouldn’t be the best idea right now. with you not having a way to protect yourself or anyone else, for now, they had to trust and rely on ni-ki.
you grab yuma’s chin, making him look into your eyes. “i’m okay.” you respond smoothly and straightforwardly. “if i wasn’t okay, you would know.” yuma closes his eyes for a second, his golden irises going back to his brown.
he breathes out, “okay.”
k pats your back in smooth circle, forehead resting against the back of your neck.
nico chuckles, “you just saved us from owing bangchan a new lake front mansion.”
yuma turns back in his chair to eat, and you do the same with a smile. yuma’s cheeks are red. big sassy guy doesn’t like ruining his cool in front of everyone.
That kei part of cherry popper series is sooooo interesting
The reader has some obvious problems with self esteem and her friends are not exactly helpful (unfortunately). Kei is one of the reasons why she is in her current mindset but i really dont blame her for not being able to trust him completly, its not just about the call but also about everything moving too fast and her insecurities making her believe that she is unloveable
My guess for the second part is that kei will have to prove that he does have a crush on her and isnt playing with her, maybe she will relaise that she is not as undesireable as she thinks through some events.
Anyway, cant wait for the part two!!!
🧘♀️ you get it. the deeper meaning behind it all. maybe even better than me 🤸🏽♀️🤦♀️ thanks for reading and i can’t wait to post part two (i’ve only written a sentence) 🙂↕️😅🩷
“fuck this shit!” you yell, catching everyone around you off guard. yuma slowly lowers his bow and arrow. ni-ki steps away, wide eyes to you. felix just pauses. “it’s been two fucking weeks and i still can’t fucking tap into my powers! not even when im angry as hell!”
“maybe if you focus and fucking calm down,” ni-ki begins snapping back, but yuma inhales deeply.
“big mistake,” yuma sing-songs with a chuckle.
your wrath is now aimed at the vampire. “calm down?” you squeak, stomping up to him, “first off you should know, i don’t like being told to calm down.” you growl from your throat, poking his chest. you fist your hands at your sides, “second, how would you feel knowing one day you had some type of way tapping into your abilities, then you get stabbed by your own damn crazy half sister, and then all of a sudden you just can’t!” you screech, a flock of crows flying away in the distance.
silence surrounds. felix jaw dropped, ni-ki is just terrified but also entertained.
“kitten,” yuma says softly and carefully, pulling you into his body by your arm. you tuck your head into his chest with a sob. he pats your head soothingly, kissing your forehead, before resting his chin on the top of your head.
felix clears his throat. “well, i guess that’s enough for today.” he claps his hands. “um,” felix awkwardly points to the bow and arrow, “you can just leave that, jeongin will collect it. ni-ki, uh, chan would like to see you.”
ni-ki rolls his eyes, “of course he would.” ni-ki walks alway calmly and towards the main house of the territory that mostly held meetings and events.
yuma rubs your back, felix mouthing at yuma that he’s going to step away. the aussie-korean blonde does step away quietly, and away from you both.
“kitten, are you hungry?” yuma asks and you nod your head in his chest. you look at him with your blurry eyes and a pout. yuma smiles, “i think you’ve terrified ni-ki and felix.”
you scoff, “good, ni-ki deserves it.”
“but not felix.” yuma says, and taps your nose with his finger. “let’s get you fed and we’ll work on your abilities later.”
you huff, stepping away from his hold, “it’s no use, yuma!” you run your fingers through your hair. “it’s been two weeks, and i haven’t been able to tap into my abilities. i haven’t felt anything. it’s like the earth is just,” you pause, the earth. “it’s like my bond with the elements are just, gone.” you use your knuckle to wipe a tear from your eye. “maybe lottie broke me.”
yuma clicks his tongue, stepping closer to you and tips your chin to meet your eyes, “she did not break you, understand? you were injured kitten, and basically in a coma. you still have time to heal. you need time to heal.” yuma eye’s soften, and his hand holds the side of your face. “maybe we pushed you too soon, kit.”
you don’t know what to say, so you just hang your head, trying to keep tears at bay and sniff. you then use the hoodie sleeves to wipe at both eyes. “can we just see what the boys made back at the house?”
yuma nods, and holds out his hand for yours. you take it without a thought, and he threads your fingers together.
two weeks and no magic, no abilities, no mom, no witches council update—nothing. the only update you’ve been given is that there is a rouge pack of wolves and a clan of rouge vampires out there that may or may not be after you, your mates, and yeah, the entire humanity to exist on earth.
you felt like such a failure. what if your abilities were just gone? then what? you wouldn’t be able to protect anyone.
maybe you could ask the aespa sisters or felix to take you to the witches council for some help. or maybe your mom would show up like any good mother would, to help.
yuma pulls you in closer as you shiver, with your hands still tangled, and uses the same arm to wrap around your shoulder.
it’s been snowing the past week as well. the ground was covered in soft snow, the wind chill bitter. at least your wolves could keep you warm. their human form radiated heat, but their wolf’s fur itself would keep you cozy.
you both walk up to the house, a separate building that chan had on the territory. it was a new building and home for you for the time being.
chan mentioned to you all that you all would move to a new and separated building more into the woods to make it easier for the boys to shift, and for you to connect with the elements. after being notified, the first thing you said was, “well fuck, how much land do you have?”
turns out chan has a lot of land. like, a lot. and not just on this continent.
the house was cabin like, further down the water line, with a pier leading straight out to the lake. it had 10 bedrooms, and thankfully the boys did give you your own room. you know, just in case.
you were starting to miss the house on their own territory, but it still wasn’t safe. when some of chan’s own went to check in, they found a scent not belonging to a familiar around the house.
the lake front house—mansion—came into view, smoke coming from the chimney. yuma stepped up on the steps, toeing to check the ground. “be careful, the temperature is dropping so it’s becoming slippery.”
he lets go of your hand momentarily, and you instantly miss his touch but you shake it away. you climb up the steps behind him to the front porch, and he opens the door, shaking off his boots, you following his movements.
the 9 foot ceilings welcomed you like home. the living room, eating area and kitchen happened to be one big space, not separated. the stairwell to the second floor was tucked near the back of the living room.
harua sat on the single chair in the living room, watching euijoo and nico play video games. k was sprawled out on the floor below, head rested on his left hand holding him up. in the kitchen, taki, maki, and fuma were finishing up dinner. jo was plating the rice at the dining table.
you took your boots off, placing them next to yuma’s and other others. your thick socks kept your toes as warm as possible.
“just in time, foods ready.” fuma announces with a warm smile, eyes flicking to you and yuma.
maki smiles big, and steps away from the kitchen for a second to greet you with a kiss on the forehead. “how was—,”
he was quickly interrupted by yuma, “—don’t ask. touchy topic.” you smack yuma in the chest with the back of your hand. yuma just rubs the spot.
maki’s smile slowly turns to a frown, “it’ll get better.” he says pulling you into a quick second hug before going back to fuma and taki.
you walk to the boys in the living area, standing behind nico and euijoo. your hand goes to euijoo’s hair, still in shock he cut it. euijoo’s body shivered from your touch, leaning in. he didn’t want to make too much of a fuss of you touching him willingly.
you had happened to also be sad nico dyed his hair from pink to black. change. change. change. too much change happening at once.
“if you keep doing that, he’ll fall asleep.” harua says with a laugh. you smile, scratching euijoo’s scalp once more before walking to where harua sat and falling dramatically into his lap.
“i could fall asleep right now.” you sigh, fingers scratching against harua’s leg.
“eat, then sleep.” harua says, moving your hair away from curtaining your face.
you feel a pat on your butt, and turn your head to yuma who pulls you up. “come on kitten, let’s eat.”
the table was oval shaped, so a bit longer than a circular table. it had 4 chairs on each side, and one chair at each head of the table.
one end was euijoo, the other end fuma. on euijoo’s right was: yuma, you, nico, and harua. on euijoo’s left was: k, jo, taki, and maki.
plenty of meat, veggies, and drinks were sat across the table. euijoo clapped, thanking for the meal and everyone began digging in. yuma and nico both took care of you, putting food on your plate.
“who do you want to sleep with tonight?” nico mumbles from beside you. you look around the table, everyone else in their own conversations.
truth be told, most of the time for the past two weeks you’ve been sleeping alone. not having your abilities has upset you that much. only a few times have you slept with them in their beds—fuma, yuma, and harua mainly in their separate rooms.
maybe you should give the others a chance. they could possibly help, right? you smile looking to nico, “i’ll sleep with you.” you whisper back, and nico breaks out into a grin, and he nods trying to be cool about your decision.
you haven’t been intimate with any of them since euijoo. maybe eventually, intimately bonding will help too.
everyone finishes up almost an hour later. nico typically stayed up late with k and maki through the night, so you would have some downtime alone in his room.
yuma stands with a stretch, “you going to sleep alone again tonight?”
you shake your head, “no, actually—,”
“—great, you can sleep with me.” yuma grins.
nico shakes his head with a tsk, “too late. she’s already chosen to spend her night with me.”
k scoffs, “and when was that decided?”
“during dinner.” nico crosses his arms with a smile. “i asked and she said me.”
the 8 boys start to argue. euijoo sits quietly, not wanting to add into it. he’s still on the fence about even interacting with you, let alone asking about sleeping with you.
you rub your temples, “for fuck sake, do i need to write out a schedule?” you say annoyed.
“that might be best.” euijoo finally speaks up.
“no, let’s play paper, rock, scissors.” maki stands holding out his hand ready to start the game.
“i’ll decide tonight.” you say, standing and walking up the stairs to nico’s room at the end of the hall. the bickering continued.
the house was three stories. 10 bedrooms, 12 bathrooms. 3 bedrooms were in the finished basement, 2 bedrooms on the main level, and the other 5 on the second floor.
in the basement bedrooms were: maki, yuma, and fuma. main floor was k and taki. on the second floor was the other five: nico at one end of the hall, your room at the other end of the hall. in between was euijoo, jo, and harua.
you all went separate ways. you went to your room to shower and dress in actual pajamas prior to going to nico’s room. nico, maki, yuma, and k were on the first floor in the living area playing video games.
euijoo and fuma retreated to their rooms. jo, taki, and harua helped clean up, and decided to snack on fruit while doing so.
you walked down the carpeted floors to nico’s room, passing euijoo’s room, his scent wanting to welcome you. one day. your wounds from euijoo have completely healed. you trusted him—you did. it wasn’t that. everything just seemed, awkward. even when you both met for the first time it wasn’t this awkward.
you walk into nico’s room, and immediately tuck yourself in his bed. wrapping yourself up, you turn your back towards the door and you face the window looking over the night sky.
you imagine life as if you were normal. would you date ricky again? date someone new? be married? have children? pets? what job or career would you have? you sigh at the endless possibilities.
now you were with nine wolves, all mated to them. would you have to marry them? would you marry them? all nine? you’re a witch or something like that. coming from a power family lineage of witches.
you’d never be a normal woman again. ever. and that made you sad. you hadn’t even realized you were crying until a tear fell on your hand that you had tucked under your head.
tears pooled on the pillow below and you cried yourself to sleep.
waking up the next morning, your cheeks were dry from tears, your eyes crusted. an arm was wrapped around your waist, and your back was pulled into a warm, bare chest. light breathing was felt on the back of your neck.
you went to adjust tour body, and nico pulled you in closer with an unsatisfied groan. “mhm, no.” his deep voice rumbled from behind you. you squeezed your thighs.
you giggled, and fought underneath his arms to turn around in his hold to face him. your nose touched his, and you kissed his lips gently with a smile. “morning.” you say.
“mhm, good morning.” he smiles, eyes still closed.
you peep behind his shoulder, and see no other body in bed. euijoo didn’t join through the night. like he used to. your heart drops at the thought of you and him might never be like you used to. but you couldn’t let the happen. knowing euijoo, he’ll give you all the space you need and never even attempt to pop your bubble again.
you didn’t want that.
you sink further into the bed if possible, scooting closer to nico’s body heat. “the snow keeps falling down, baby. we should be able to go out and build a snowman soon.” nico whispers, and kisses your forehead.
“too cold.” you complain through a pout, tucking your head against his chest. “just wanna stay in bed and be warm.”
nico laughs, and pulls you in, wrapping his left arm around you even tighter. “well, you’re free to join, maki, taki, harua, and myself later.”
“i’ll think about it,” you hum. nico’s breathing soothes you, but you can tell by the rhythm he was deep in thought and wanted to say something. “nico, if you have something to say, just say it.”
he wants to ask how you know, but you’re mates, of course you know. nico hesitates only for a second, “why were you crying last night?”
your breath hitched. you remove yourself from him slowly, sitting up on your left palm for support. “how did you know?” you didn’t even try to deny it.
“euijoo heard you cry yourself to sleep.” nico says, using his own left palm to rub up and down your right arm.
“he heard me cry myself to sleep and didn’t even come in to check on me?” you raise your brow, mouth in a thin straight line.
nico wets his lips, “you know he’s still respecting your boundaries. he—,”
“—he put those boundaries up himself nico.” you snap. “my only boundary to euijoo is sex.”
“but does he know that?” nico defends. “you haven’t tried to get close to him either. every time he tries to talk to you or come close to you, you get this look on your face. we all see it.”
you didn’t notice. “what look?” you’re almost breathless.
“like, you grimace sometimes when he reaches out for you, or you’ll tuck yourself further into whoever else is standing next to you.” nico explains. “the other day, he wanted to hold your hand. i saw it. he reached for it, you looked down, saw his finger touch you, and you quickly pulled yourself closer to yuma’s side who was walking on the other side of you.”
“i—i didn’t notice.” you sit up fully now, your hair a nest on top of your head. you’re looking a nico with wide worried eyes. “have all of you noticed?”
nico shakes his head. “mainly euijoo. but myself, maki, and yuma have too.”
“what do i do, nico?” you whisper, your head hanging in shame. your hands go to your face to cover your eyes. you’re close to crying again. “i don’t mean to hurt euijoo. i crave him. his touch. his warmth. but how can i want him emotionally, when my body still reacts the way it does?”
nico moves your hands from your face, wiping your tears with his thumbs as he sits up himself, covers falling to his waist. “i have an idea, but i need you to tell me you trust me.” nico says, tone full of love.
you look up to him, his eyes in a frown. “i trust you nico. i do.” you nod.
nico bites his lip before speaking. “i think having sex with euijoo will help. but not just sex. i mean slow, love-making, romantic sex. that type of shit.” you suck in a breath but nico continues, “and of course, i will be there, watching.” he smirks, tugging at your lip. but then his face turns back serious. “this time, i promise to be there. i think you both are afraid of the possibilities that may happen with becoming intimate again. but before that, i need you to get out of your head, and let your body lean into him naturally like you used to.”
you sit there staring at nico, but you’re deep in thought, thinking about what nico just said. deep down, he’s right. you need that negative touch to be replaced with positive touch. you need positive memories to replace the negative.
“slow. start with letting euijoo hold your hand. hug you tight. check in on you with him worrying you’re gonna release your plants on him.” nico pleads.
you nod. “you’re right.” you really look at nico, instead of through him. “i wonder if that could be a block to my powers too. i am mentally blocking them from fear deep down.” you say. you smile small. “thanks nico.” you grab his chin pulling him in for a kiss. “and to think when i first met you, i thought you were scary. but you’re just a big marshmallow.”
“don’t go telling people that!” he jokes. “can’t let people know i’m soft and smushy.” you laugh a loud one, falling back on the bed, nico laughing with you, also falling onto the bed. he turns onto his side, his nose in your neck, laughing, his breath tickling your skin.
you wrap your arms around his shoulder, and your legs around his waist. a knock comes to his door, and through the laughs you both say, “come in.”
the door opens slowly, and it’s maki and harua, with big smiles on their faces. harua slaps maki’s chest. “told you they weren’t having sex.”
maki’s mouth opens wide, giving harua a look of, ‘now why would you out me like that!’
you look over nico’s body half laid across you. you open your arms, waving the two to come join.
maki takes the chance and dog piles on you two, a loud groan leaving your bodies as maki’s weight and height. “you big baby!” you giggle.
harua is next to jump on the pile with a giggle. “snow man time!” he sings.
“okay, okay.” nico groans. “let me get up and ready.”
“how much snow is outside?” you ask, sitting up in the bed after maki and harua get off of you and nico, taking a seat at the end of the bed. nico gets up lazily and walks to the bathroom.
“like three feet of snow!” harua says, with eyes so big, you’d think he was a kid in a candy store.
you narrow your eyes. “how much sugar have you already had?” you crossed your arms, harua’s face heating up.
his voice cracks, “not a lot.”
“we had a lot, already.” maki smiles widely.
“it’s barely 11 in the morning!” you say.
“okay, mother.” maki jokes, and you pout, but not actually angry.
“yeah call me that again and i will ground you to your room.” you challenged with a smile.
maki puts his hands up in defeat. “yes ma’am.”
“who gave you the sugar? and what kind of sugar?”
harua begins to list, “cereal, the good flavor and colorful kind, not the bland kind. pancakes, hot chocolate with lots of whip cream, and—,”
“who was in charge of breakfast?”
harua’s lips tuck into his mouth, maki’s eyes looking to the side, scratching the back of his head. “uh, jo and euijoo.”
“the two that can’t cook!” you exclaim. “where’s fuma and k? why didn’t you wake me up?”
“he thought you and nico were having sex!” harua whispers, pointing at maki.
maki gasps as if he’s been wounded, hand to the chest. “i told you that in confidence!”
“if we were having sex, you would’ve heard us.” nico says nonchalantly from the bathroom door, leaning against the frame, toothbrush hanging from his mouth. “she can’t stay quiet for nothing.” he winks.
your face gets hot. “anyway, im going to get my own sugary breakfast!” you squeak, jumping out of bed, almost tripping over your own feet.
nico laughs, going back into the bathroom. thankfully you chose pajamas that would keep you warm and stuffed your feet in warm house shoes.
you scuffle down to the main floor, maki and harua walking behind you, planning their outside day. the snow was steadily falling, flakes bigger than yesterday.
the sun was barely shining, they grey clouds overhead. it looked cold. the lake had nearly frozen over in most parts.
in the kitchen, jo was cleaning up the remaining dishes. you swing into the kitchen, “i heard you gave two of the youngest too much sugar jojo.”
jo’s ears go red. “uh the usual cooks where out or asleep, and we didn’t want to wake you and nico—,”
“did you think we were having sex too?” you look at jo with a teasing smile.
he shakes his head. “it was too quiet.” he mumbles, and maki and harua laughs.
you turn giving them a glare. “go join taki and yuma and play games until nico’s ready.” you point.
“yes mom.” maki smiles, mumbling under his breath, but you let it go. maki hops over the couch to sit next to taki. yuma and him both are deep in the game they were playing.
you count the wolves. nico was upstairs. jo in front of you. taki, yuma, maki, and harua currently in the living room.
“where’s fuma, k, and euijoo?” you ask, sitting at the dining table as jo prepares some breakfast for you without you even asking. he quickly mentions the pancakes are still warm.
“fuma and k went to meet chan, han, and changbin.”
“buts its so cold!” you say.
“they went in their wolf forms to be faster and keep warmer.” jo explains, and brings the plate to you, and he sits beside you. he rests his new on the table, looking at you while you ate, eyes full of joy.
“and euijoo?” you ask, as you begin to eat your breakfast.
“after we finished up he went back up to his room.”
you lick your lips. “oh. is he okay?”
“just tired.” jo quickly replies.
that has you thinking. he could be lacking energy due to you. one thing you learned being mated to all them, they get some of their energy from just intimacy with you, even something as simple as a hug, and sleeping in the same bed.
“did he say why he could be tired?” you probe, now mindlessly playing with your fork.
yuma walks up to the table, “the wolfsbane took a lot out of him, and his wolf is healing slower than usual because he can’t touch his mate without her reeling back in disgust.” yuma spits out, but not in a mean or aggressive way. just stating the truth.
“oh.” you say quietly, and take another bite from your pancakes. yuma kisses the top of your head and massages your shoulders standing behind you.
you hear more footsteps coming down the steps, and see it’s nico and euijoo. euijoo does look, tired. exhausted. eyebags, skin still a bit pale, and he looks thinner. you hadn’t really noticed his appearance until now. you’ve been too caught off guard by his new hair.
euijoo smiles softly at you from afar and goes to join the boys in the living room, nico walking into the kitchen to find food himself.
you finish off your pancakes, just in time for k and fuma to return. just in time for them to see taki and harua arguing over who knows what.
“why are we always returning to chaos? we were gone for like, two hours tops!” k scolds.
you point at jo and euijoo, fork hanging from your mouth, “they fed them an extreme amount of sugar!” jo and euijoo gasps in a mix of horror and offense.
“we thought you were having sex with nico!” harua exclaims again. you palm your forehead.
“we weren’t!” you defend standing from your chair.
yuma laughs, wrapping his arms around your waist, kissing your neck. “i tried to tell you all; she was too quiet for her and nico to be having sex. unless you know—he wasn’t hitting it right.”
you elbow yuma, nico’s sharp eyes focusing on the younger. “i always fuck her right.” he banters.
“language!” you nag, again, as if you were a mother scolding someone using bad words around your toddlers.
euijoo just stands there like a stick, eyes wide, and as if he has no thought going on himself. fuma is shaking his head, thumb and ring finger holding his temples.
“can we go build a snowman now?” maki finally says standing up. between all the commotion he went and got ready for outside.
you smile, “yes, after you put on a coat.”
“we’re wolves darling. we’ll warm up quickly.”
“i don’t care,” you click your tongue in disinterest. “coat. scarf. bundle up. i’m not taking care of you all if you get sick.”
just finished my third read of the bewitched finale to fully process everything heavily yumapilled rn and that first part did it for me 😮💨
also insanelyy amazed at how the story has grown since btl & soso excited for what’s to come!! scar to scar…
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i’m shocked it got the attention it did! but i am forever thankful so many of you all enjoyed it 🤗 sts so far the early chapters are chill but we know what happens when storylines start off chill and go well 😎
for those who are new; i have an ongoing series, “cherry popper series,” which includes other male groups like enhypen and stray kids!
part one (now reading) • part two
mature, 18+ only. not proof read
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koga yudai. the bane to your existence. that’s the correct saying, right?
someone you’ve always had a problem with since freshman year of high school. all because no matter what, he was always better. smarter. athletic. he could literally do anything and everything even when it was his first time.
soccer? yeah he kicked the ball and got lucky. bam. star soccer player on the team. swimming? beat his own record twice. same with running.
he was too smart for his own good too. you never saw him with an open text book but he always got higher grades than you. no matter what you did, you could never beat him.
that came with making friends and popularity too. he didn’t have to try. people easily flocked to him and wanted to be his friend.
the one time you tried, tried, and got out of your comfort zone, it backfired. you cried in the girls bathroom for two hours that night at a dance that your school was holding.
now in university, both in classes for physical therapy, you still disliked his existence. yudai, or k—that stupid nickname he likes to go by—probably didn’t even know you existed.
girls flocked to him with ease, even though he never really paid much attention to them. it’s not like you watched him that often or anything.
“wake up! you need to loosen up!” your friend and roommate minnie shakes your shoulders.
“we are here to party! not to worry about exams or classes.” your other friend, lisa agrees.
you huff knowing they were right. “i’m trying! it’s just hard with so many people around that i’m not used to.”
“you just need more alcohol.” minnie waves, and grabs your hand to drag you into the kitchen where all the drinks and snacks were.
“i already had something!” you exclaimed.
in the kitchen, you became confused on whatever minnie was making you. you were trying to be sure she put more juice than alcohol in your cup, only to argue with her when it seemed to not be going that way. “min, that’s a lot of vodka.”
“that’s the point, cherry.” she smiles.
you frown at the nickname. when you became good friends with minnie and lisa, the nickname cherry came when they got to know you more. they said you were sweet and energetic when around the right people.
in the corner, unbeknownst to you three, k stands drinking his own red solo cup of his drink, watching you three. but mainly you. beside him, his friend fuma taps his shoulder and k leans closer to fuma with a raised expression. fuma gives a silent look towards you and to k, with a slight smirk.
“it’s not like that.” k dismissed. fuma probably thought k wanted you or your friends next. k didn’t date; he didn’t have time to date. he only had time for school, his sports, and occasionally sex when he needed an outlet from the stress.
very rare did he attend parties, but typically when he did, it’s because his friends had dragged him to one in promises they’d leave him alone for the next day.
that’s what brought him there today. and the promise from euijoo and nico they heard someone would be here that k would be happy to see.
“she’s cute.” fuma mouths to k.
k smiles. “duh.” fuma shakes his head.
“no, i’m not talking about them,” he says pointing to lisa and minnie. fuma then points to you. “minnie and lisa are cute, don’t get me wrong. but k, you definitely are not their type.”
their other friend, yuma, pokes his head out from beside fuma to him with a smirk. he had been quietly listening while sipping his drink. “get em tiger.” he teased.
“why did i have to be stuck with you two? where’s euijoo, nico, or jo? heck, even maki, taki, or harua?”
fuma and yuma feign hurt with a pout, and then yuma rolls his lips. “oh please, if euijoo and nico was here they’d be throwing condoms at you. euijoo isn’t that innocent.”
“if it was maki, taki, or harua they’d be teasing you for being a wimp and just staring at her instead of going to talk to her.” fuma adds, drinking his own alcohol.
k rolls his eyes, sassing his friends. but fuma and yuma were right. those two were probably the safest option to be around right now.
k’s noticed you around. you’re in the same cohort as him, and in the same program. he’s also recognized you from high school. but you really always stuck to yourself. you also always gave him the dirtiest looks.
meanwhile, minnie and lisa are both encouraging you to gulp down your drink. when you’re done, you twist your face in disgust.
“oh that’s—,”
“perfect!” minnie squeals. “by the way, the first drink doesn’t count. that drink is just to make you normal and loosen up.” minnie giggles. “this is your first official drink of the evening!”
you frown. “i am normal”
minnie and lisa smile, minnie already making you another drink, Lisa signaling for you to drink up.
you happen to look up, feeling as if you’re being watched. that’s when you find a few pair of eyes on you.
k, and his friends—fuma and yuma. you’re just stunned that they’re looking at you, that you don’t turn away from their stare. instead, you narrow your eyes with a glare. why was k staring at you? and why were his friends?
probably just judging you up and down once again.
you suddenly feel shy, out of place. you clear your throat, turning back to you friends, playing with the hem of the short skirt minnie had you wear.
you were out of your comfort zone. different clothes. different hairstyle. environment. everything.
you hadn’t received not one compliment tonight like minnie and lisa had said you would. they all received the compliments.
suddenly you feel like you’re back in high school, trying to look and feel good for self. to make friends. make boys look at you different. notice you.
the time you just ended up crying in the girls’ bathroom until the dance ended.
“i don’t feel good.” you say quietly, not even waiting for any comment from minnie or lisa. you hold your stomach.
as you quickly walk away, they’re both staring at you with concern, but know if you wanted them to join you, you would’ve asked them to. you were thankful they realized that about you.
you went up the stairs quickly as possible, it not occurring to you that theupstairs might be closed off to the down stairs party.
the main bathroom upstairs was locked. you looked down the hall seeing a few more doors. you tried the last one on the right, and it opened. it was a master bedroom, and you bypassed snooping and went straight to the bathroom to breathe.
cry. throw up. whatever.
you didn’t belong here. you belonged in your apartment, in your bed, in your pajamas. a small sob escaped, and a small knock came on the door. you wipe away any evidence of tears. “im fine!” you take some toilet paper to dab your eyes, only for the knocks to come again.
annoyed, you pulled the door open with force, ready to yell at your friends but your voice is caught in your throat.
because it’s k that’s standing there. “what do you want? why are you here?”
“i should be asking you that. upstairs is off limits.”
“oh.” you barely answer. you step backwards to throw away the toilet paper.
k noticed your wet eyes. “you’ve been crying.” he states the obvious. he moves into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.
in a flash in the back of his mind, he’s reminded of the time you showed up to the high school dancing looking so pretty but you had ran to the bathroom not too long afterwards.
when the night was over you eyes were red and puffy. evidence you had been crying.
“maybe i have.” you reply, sniffing. “it doesn’t matter.” you ignore the look k is giving you.
“it does matter. why are you crying at a college party?”
“maybe a boy hurt my feelings.” you shrugged.
“that’s bullshit. you haven’t even talked to a boy tonight.” k says.
“and how would you know that?” you ask, crossing your arms.
k hesitates, then laughs. he has to be careful with his answer or else he’d reveal he’s been watching you all night. “i just know you. you talk to your small group of friends only.”
“well some of us don’t have everybody and their mother trying to be their friend or get in bed with them.” you snap.
k is taken back. he’s confused. “what—?”
“just forget it.” you say instead. “can we just get out of here?” you ask, suddenly feeling hot. damn that alcohol and your low tolerance. minnie makes her drinks too strong.
k just sighs and goes to turn the doorknob, but it just turns. then he tries to open the door. nothing. it’s then he realizes if you shut the door with too much force, it gets stuck.
"uh we have a problem, princess.” k laughs awkwardly. you just stare at him waiting for him to explain. “we’re stuck.”
“stuck?” you repeat.
“yeah, like stuck.” he says, trying the doorknob again, and nothing.
"come on, this isn't funny, k.” you try to laugh, but you’re panicking. your voice is shaking, and you’re trying your best to not cry, again.
“i’m not joking. it's stuck. locked." k runs his hand through his blonde hair. “this bathroom door has a reputation for getting stuck when it’s closed incorrectly. landlord hasn’t fixed it.”
k looks over at you, and sees your blank face, panic written all over it. you’re becoming pale, which says a lot with your skin. you’re barely blinking, and even worse—you’re not yelling at him.
k scoffs. “what are you? afraid?" he teases waving his fingers like someone would do trying to tease a child about a ghost.
you go quiet. k barely hears your reply, “is now a bad time to tell you that i might claustrophobic?" you squeak out.
“might be?” k’s voice cracks.
“i mean,” you shrug, “i—i can do small spaces, just not for long.” you’re almost hyperventilating.
“and what made you afraid of small spaces?” k questions.
your mind flashes at 6 year old you and your 14 year old brother and his friend forgetting about you. “no—nothing.” your voice wavers, bottom lip jutting out.
“shit. you’re going to cry, again?” k is appalled.
you look at him, trying to give him the dirtiest look possible. “yes i am going to cry again! and what about it? i’m stuck in a bathroom with the most narcissistic, selfish, selfcentered person on this campus, and to make it worse? i didn’t even want to be here!” you throw your hands up. now you’re drunk rambling. the alcohol is taking over.
you continue.
“i’m wearing the shortest skirt known to a woman, haven’t received any compliments on it like minnie said i would. im out of my comfort zone. feeling like im being babysat by my friends because im too anxious and nervous to make friends or just be around many people i don’t know.” you hiccup.
“even worse, im a lightweight, only had two cups of alcohol and already feel the effects and reeeaallly need to break the seal!” you whine.
“break the—,”
“i need to pee, k!” you groan. you don’t even wait for him to catch up. you walk the small steps to the toilet and begin to pull your skirt down with shaky fingers and clumsily. “fuck this skirt!” you let out an irritated grunt.
k mocks at your struggle. “do you need help, princess?” he teases.
“yes.” you pout, and k stands straight. he wasn’t expecting for you to agree. you must really be a lightweight. or minnie put more alcohol than juice in those cups of yours.
k slowly walks towards you, and his thumbs catch the top of your skirt. “i’m only going to help if you don’t slap me or call me a perv.”
“just help me before i pee on myself!” you let out an impatient mutter. k just nods and helps you get your skirt down, your pastel panties on display for him. he swallows and quickly closes his eyes.
you hiccup again, and another whine comes from your lips. “seeeeee, even you don’t want to see me naked!” you whimper and sit on the toilet after pulling your panties down.
except, you didn’t just pull the skirt and panties down, you took them off completely. and now they were laying by k’s feet.
“you’re drunk princess,” k asserts, “you’ll probably not remember any of this by morning.”
“aww look at mister koga yudai being respectful.” you scoff. you freeze when he says your full name in return. you didn’t even think he knew your name.
“finish peeing and get your clothes back on.” k directs. the door to the bathroom turns, and when the door opens it’s fuma standing there. “fuma!” k sings happily, but fuma’s eyes widen seeing you on the toilet, naked below.
“oh, um,” he turns his back.
“not even he wants to see me naked!”
k finally turns to face you, “you’re on the toilet!” he points, proving his point. “finish peeing.”
k turns and walks towards fuma who still had his back turned. k stood behind fuma. “do i even want to know?” fuma asks.
k laughs. “she’s drunk. a total lightweight.”
“minnie makes strong drinks.” fuma laughs himself. “never again will i ever ingest a drink she’s made for me.”
behind the mumbling boys, you’re hiccuping and finishing up on the toilet. you pull up your skirt, forgoing the panties. you stand (sway) to the sink to wash your hands.
both men turn back around smiling, seeing you dressed again, but k frowns seeing your panties still on the ground. fuma coughs, awkwardly.
“princess, your panties.” k let’s out an exhale, pointing to the ground.
you frown with a pout. “they’re uncomfortable. lisa told me to wear them because she suspected i wouldn’t wear them for long.” you answer, your cheeks flushed.
“are your friends trying to pimp you out?” k is dumbfounded.
you giggle with a shake of your head. “no just trying to help their friend lose her virginity.” both fuma and k nearly choke on their own spit.
“let’s get you home.” k suggests. he turns to fuma, “minnie and lisa?”
fuma shakes his head. “there’s no way they’re leaving anytime soon.”
k palms his forehead. “great, just great.” k looks over your swaying body, your discarded lace still on the ground. he doesn’t want to, but he picks them up and tries to hand them to you.
“i don’t have pockets.” you hiccup once more, grabbing the lace from his hold and putting it in his own pocket, patting it for safe keeping.
you quickly go pale again. “i don’t feel so good.”
“watch her, i’m going to find lisa and minnie.” k says to fuma. fuma’s eyes widened in panic.
“watch her?” his voice squeaks. “but—,”
k pats fuma’s chest, “i’ll be real quick. just make sure she doesn’t fall in the toilet.”
k quickly walks out of the bathroom, and out of the bedroom in search of your friends. getting back downstairs, the party has no sign of slowing down, and he sees minnie, but no lisa.
he walks up to minnie, tapping her shoulder, “your friend needs to go home.” he says.
minnie raises her brow. “which one?” k says your name, and minnie waves her hand. “oh she’s fine. if she’s upstairs, just let her sleep it off a bit. she’s a lightweight.” minnie says.
k is speechless. just leave you upstairs? absolutely not. k huffs, “i’ll just take her home.”
minnie laughs. “good luck with that! she’s stubborn when drunk.” minnie just turns her back to k, thinking he’d just leave you alone.
k walks back up the stairs, and stills seeing fuma sitting on the bed, you laid across his lap. k tucks in his chin, “what’s—,”
“you told me to make sure she didn’t fall in the toilet. she threw up, and nearly passed out on the floor.” fuma states. “what did minnie or lisa say?”
“minnie told me to just leave her here so she could sleep it off. i’m not doing that.” k replies, and goes to your limpless body, helping you stand as you groan.
“come on princess, gotta get you home.” k says quietly. you furrow your brows and shake your head.
“no, just wanna sleep.” you groan.
“you can sleep in your own bed.” k groans himself. you’re flinging your body making it hard for him to help you stand.
after a while, he’s carrying you in his arms to his apartment, fuma walking beside him. you refused to tell k where your apartment was, and didn’t even remember where your key was.
then you went on a tangent, crying at how you’ll be a virgin for the rest of your life. upset no one found you attractive enough to flirt with you. how you’re in the most uncomfortable skirt ever for no reason.
after a while, you fell asleep in his arms. “how do you think she will react when she wakes up?” fuma asks, helping k open his apartment door.
k freezes with a smile, “she’s going to try and kill me.”
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the sun shone through your window with so much brightness, you wish you could make it night. you groan, holding your head with both hands. you bury your face deeper into your bed.
fuck ever going out again. it was pure torture. you barely remember any of it.
“shibal!” you say into the pillow.
it’s then you realize. the bed feels different. the smell is different. it’s—manly. you were on your stomach so you sit up on your forearms. the sheets aren’t yours. they’re a light cream color. yours has a print pattern on it.
you sit up on your knees, the comforter falling off of your back. you look down, seeing that you wore an old shirt from your high school. that belonged to someone that had been on the soccer team.
you lift the shirt to your nose and inhale. it smells like him. what did you do?
you scream and scramble off the bed, tripping over the comforter in the process.
the door to the bedroom opens up and in walks k, holding a spatula. “what’s wrong?” he looks around the room, like he was ready to fight.
you point at him, judging eyes, “you!” you say, but then your head pounds. “fuck!” you grip your head again.
k smile, and walks towards you, and when he reaches for you, you push him away. “whatever happened last night, it doesn’t carry over to this morning.”
“what do you think we did, princess?” he smirks, tilting his head.
you look at him with a look of stupidity, “k, i woke up in your bed, wearing your clothes. i think i can infer what happened!”
“well whatever you’re thinking, shake it away.” he says. “you were drunk, your friends were nowhere to be seen, and you wouldn’t tell me your address so i couldn’t quote unquote, stalk you.”
you blink, shutting your mouth. “so we didn’t have—,”
“no we didn’t have sex princess.” he smiles, and turns to the door to go back to the kitchen, but he quickly pauses, “by the way, you let me know you were a virgin and how upset you were about it. so i would want to make sure that you’re sober for that experience with me.”
you’re speechless, but then your head shakes with realization, “who says i wanted my first experience to be with you?”
k says nothing as he walks out his room and into the main living area. you follow him quickly, his shirt falling to your knees.
“excuse you, i asked you a question!” you grouch.
“for someone who’s a lightweight with bad hangovers, you sure are loud.” k jokes, going to the stove. you see he’s cooking breakfast foods, and your stomach rumbles with hunger.
“well excuse me! i barely know what happened last night, im at your apartment, in a shirt of yours,” you trail off, your hand going under his shirt. you freeze, tapping bare skin. “where are my underwear!”
k laughs loudly this time, flipping pancakes. “you wouldn’t wear your underwear. not last night at the party, and not when i brought you here,”
“what do you mean at the party?” you shriek. “koga yudai, tell me this instant what happened!”
“let’s eat first,” he says plating some food for you. “you’ll need a full tummy for this embarrassment.” he smiles, sliding the plate to you as he leans against the counter with a grin.
you grab the plate carefully, and sit at the counter stool, grabbing the fork slowly. in ten minutes, your plate was clean, and k was finished as well, finishing up his coffee.
he sips slowly, and you give him an impatient look. “i’m finished eating now, can you tell me?” you ask with a huff.
you cross you bare legs while sitting on the stool, and k’s eyes flick down to your bare thighs then back to your eyes. “let me finish my coffee.”
you snatch the cup from him and finish it for him. “it’s finished. talk.”
“should i start where we got stuck in the bathroom? or when i got to my apartment?” he smirks.
your face flushes in embarrassment. k talks about the evening at the party. you remembered none of it. he even remembers exactly what you had said to him. every. single. word.
on the way to his apartment, he had to carry you since you were defiant. when he got you inside, you immediately started undressing, feeling uncomfortable, and he quickly slid a shirt of his over your head. he tried to give you some clean boxers of his to wear but you disapproved.
you immediately got in his bed and fell asleep. he made sure to also clean your face because the last thing he wanted was his pillows stained with any remaining makeup of yours.
“k—,”
“yes?” he asks sipping on his new cup of coffee.
“i’m so sorry you had to babysit me.”
“i’m sorry you have friends that just leave you.”
you hang your head down. “im never drinking again.” you say. “ugh.” you throw your head back, regretting it, grabbing your head.
k pushes a pill bottle to you. “take two of these, and go back and lay in my bed. get some rest.”
“k—,”
“please.” he pleads. you stare at him, and he just stares back. ultimately, you nod not wanting to really argue, really wanting to just go back to sleep.
“thank you.” you smile shyly, and take the pain relievers. you scoot from the stool, and walk back to k’s room, him watching every step of yours.
when his door shuts, and it quiet downs, he starts to freak out internally and calls fuma. fuma picks up on the third ring.
“what—,”
“she’s still here. in my shirt. nothing underneath. i want her, fuma.” k groans.
“then tell her that, dummy.”
“i can’t just tell her that! she’ll think i only want her for one thing, plus she hates my guts.”
“don’t you just want her for sex? that’s all you ever do with girls, k. you don’t date. you don’t have time for it.” fuma replies.
k runs his hand through his hair. “she’s different. this is different.”
“maybe i should tell nico or euijoo, or maybe even yuma. one of them will get you to confess.” fuma chuckles.
“don’t you dare.” k scolds. “they’ll either rat me out or flirt with her themselves to make me mad.”
“and that’s exactly the push you need, k.” fuma says and k pouts.
“she’s fragile. you seen her last night! she cried because no one complimented her on that short skirt of hers. she was upset because we didn’t want to see her on the toilet, fuma!” k whisper yells.
fuma laughs. “that doesn’t mean she’s fragile. she was drunk rambling. even though girls don’t wear clothes for us, sometimes they’d still appreciate a good compliment in a respectful way.” fuma explains, “and knowing you, you wouldn’t have been respectful with the compliment.”
k thinks, and fuma is right. when k saw you walk into that party in the skirt, he just wanted to rip it off of you, and toss it aside.
truth be told, k has had a small crush on you since high school, but never acted on you. you never seemed to want to be bothered by anyone. and seeing you now only had those lingering feelings blossom.
“what is she doing now in your room?”
“she’s asleep.” k answers. “i told her to get more rest.”
“so you didn’t kick her out?” fuma teases.
“i’m hanging up. you’re not useful.” k scrunches his face and hangs up.
he quietly walks to his bedroom door, ear against it, no sound from behind the door. he slowly opens the door so it’s ajar, and he sees you sleeping on your side, back facing the door. the comforter is resting on your hips.
he tiptoes inside, walking up to his bed, where you were asleep. he watched you sleep soundly for a while, before he realized he was being a creep and a perv. “get it together, k!” he mumbles to himself.
your phone rings. your arm moves. k freaks out and drops to the floor out of your view by the bed. you grab your phone, answering it on speaker.
“hello?” you mumble.
“what the fuck! where are you?” it’s minnie. k rolls his eyes. now she is worried about you.
“please no yelling,” you groan. “my head hurts.”
“well where are you?”
“k’s.” it goes silent. “not like that—,”
“did you finally lose your v card?”
“no.”
“oh my, k was your first?”
“would you listen, NO.” you’re frustrated. “i didn’t have sex with k. apparently i made a fool of myself and he was my knight and shining armor.”
“oh.”
“yeah, oh.” you roll your own eyes this time. “i was too drunk and didn’t want to tell him my address, so he brought me here to his apartment.”
k is still listening at the edge of the bed on the ground with a smile, trying to stifle a laugh.
“aww how nice of your enemy to do that,” minnie rolls her eyes. “you’re telling me, koga yudai, allowed you to just sleep over at his apartment? nothing happened?”
“that’s what happened minnie.”
“are you sure he didn’t even get a peek?”
“you’re such a pervert.” you stifle a groan.
“i’m just saying! k is not known to just bring girls back to his apartment for nothing. but that also doesn’t mean shoot him down if he offers, cherry. i’ve heard the stories, he’d be a good first time experience.” minnie tells you.
you play with the blanket of k’s that’s around your body, slightly inhaling his scent with a smile.
that’s when you look at the door and realize it’s ajar. “damn it k,” you growl and start to move on the bed. k’s heart drops and his eyes go wide. he slowly moves to the foot of the bed, trying to hide.
“what is it?” minnie is confused.
you get out of the bed, “k must’ve forgotten something and came in his room. he didn’t shut the door back.”
k closes his eyes at how careless he was. he sees you walk to the door, and swallows. you hadn’t made sure to straighten out his shirt. why would you? it was now scrunched more just a tad to the top of your thighs. he quickly moves to the small space between the wall and the bed to hide.
“or he came to watch you—,”
“you’re such a freak minnie.” you interrupt. you close the door and walk back to the bed, k going unnoticed by you.
“you would be too once you get a taste of your first dick.”
“well that’s going to take longer than you and lisa believe. didn’t receive not one compliment on the skirt. wore those uncomfortable underwear longer than i wanted, ugh.”
you laid back on the bed, k moving back to the edge of the bed, on the floor. he couldn’t sneak out while you were still on the phone. you would quickly notice the door opening.
he sighs to himself. he also did not want to hear your and minnie’s conversation. his back rests against the bed, being careful that his blonde hair couldn’t be seen over the bed.
after a while, you finally told minnie you were going back to sleep. she had encouraged you to ask k for ‘help,’ and that’s when you knew the conversation was done.
once again you got comfortable under the sheets, burying yourself in k’s scent.
just as k thought he was in the clear, he stood carefully with a quiet sigh of relief that was interrupted when his phone in his pocket rang. he quickly reached for his phone and you shifted in his bed sitting up seeing him at the edge of the bed.
“k?”
“sorry, um,” he clears his throat whispering into his phone. “what do you want nico?”
he can feel nico smirking on the other side of the phone. “fuma called, do you need help with something?”
you just stare at k who’s halfway turned from you, whispering into his phone. you look over to the door that’s still closed. you swallow.
“k? how long have you been in here?” you ask, your voice shaking.
“is that who i think it is k?” nico teases on the other side of the phone. “mhm, should me and the boys come for a visit?”
k closes his eyes. “i came in to check on you,” he begins to explain, still on the phone with nico, “your phone rang, i panicked, and hid on the ground by the bed.”
“weirdo.” k hears nico say. k says goodbye and just hangs up the phone on his friend with a mumble of annoyance.
“you panicked,” you pointed. “so how much of my conversation did you hear?” you crossed your arms.
“all of it?” k admits shyly. you fall backwards on the bed dramatically.
“and i can’t even use the excuse that i was drunk.” you cry embarrassed, pulling the covers over your head.
k laughs awkwardly, and walks to the side of the bed, pulling the covers down. he sits on the edge of the bed. “princess, i think we have some things to discuss.”
you look over to k, a pout hoping he would forget it. “what do we need to discuss?”
“let’s start out with why you hate me. why you think im the enemy?”
you take a deep breath, “didn’t think you noticed.”
“how can i not notice the dirty looks you give me?”
you sit up on your forearms. “you’re just good at everything. you don’t even have to try. i guess it’s really not hate, just envy.” you say. “i guess it also comes from when i had a short crush on you, and my only friend at the time said i had no chance with you.”
“when was this?”
“probably the start of freshman year. crush only lasted like two weeks. friendship lasted a month.” you shrug. you’re calm about this for some reason. maybe you finally realize how stupid it is to hate him for something he can’t help.
k rests a hand of his on your leg on top of the comforter. “would you believe me if i said i’ve had a crush on you since high school?”
you shake your head. “no.”
“well it’s true. always found you, intriguing, i guess. you just never seemed interested in talking to me or any guy for that matter.”
“so you just crushed on me from afar?” you asked stunned. k nods. “so what about now?”
“it’s still there.” k says and squeezes your leg. “by the way, i think you looked amazing last night in that skirt.”
you roll your eyes. “you’re only saying that because i cried and threw a fit last night.” you chuckle, playing with your fingers to keep from looking into his gaze.
k chuckles. “if only you knew the thoughts that were running through my mind as soon as you walk through those doors.”
you wish the mattress could swallow you whole. you unconsciously clench your thighs. “k—,”
“you know minnie is right about one thing,” he voice goes deeper, his hand moving higher up on your leg over the comforter, “i can give you the best first experience ever. that’s if you let me.” his voice is raspy, his gaze locked on yours.
your heartbeat is skipping, feeling full. you lick you lips and swallow. your body is consumed in goosebumps, k’s hand now resting on your thigh. the only barrier being his comforter.
"let me ruin you, cherry." he says your nickname with such want, need, desire, you unconsciously open your legs a little. he smiles. “is that a yes?”
“it’s a yes if you promise to not let me regret this, k.” you mutter, keeping your gaze on his.
he shakes his head, “you won’t regret this.”
from his seating position on the bed, you’re still on your forearms, he leans forward connecting his lips with yours. he takes it slow, just in case he’s dreaming. just in case you change your mind.
but you don’t. instead your forearms weaken, and you lay back on the bed, k following you so he’s hovering over you.
he breaks the kiss, grabbing your chin between his thumb and forefinger. k looks into your eyes again. “this moved pretty fast, you let me know if you need me slow down.”
you whisper into his lips, “okay.” you nod, and k brings his lips back to yours.
this all did happen fast. just last night you disliked him so much. this morning you woke up in his bed. and now you’re about to let him—you’re about to let k take your virginity.
but, you felt no regrets. you felt—safe? you felt okay. you wanted this. this felt—right.
k completely hovers over you, holding the left side of your face in his palm, while he deepens the kiss.
he’s resting in between your thighs which are spread and resting against his sides. k’s lips trail from your lips, to your neck, to your collarbone, teasing with his teeth and lips.
you grind up against him, the only barrier being your shirt of his, and his sweats he wore with his tank top.
maybe you did want this. eyeing k all this time—you’ve always admired how handsome he was.
and maybe you did have one too many fantasies about him.
k pulls away, and you whine. “let me grab a condom,”
“no, no condom, please,” you plead, round eyes looking at him.
“princess—,” he shakes his head, thinking deeply.
“please, k.” you beg.
he bites his lip, “only if my dick will be the only one buried in your pussy after this.” he whispers against your lips.
you whimper and nod, “yes, yes, only you, k.” you pull him back in by his tank top and kiss him hard.
k groans into your lips, fingers ghosting up your thigh and under the shirt. k’s middle finger tip traces your bare skin, leaving goosebumps in its path. his finger reaches your bare bottom and he gives it a light squeeze. you open your mouth slightly at the unexpected and he takes the chance to push his tongue in.
his had traces lightly over your hip, and to the front of your lower belly, fingertips tracing patterns. he was teasing, but he also didn’t want to rush.
you bucked your hips up again, begging for friction, and k moved his ring and middle finger to your waited wet folds. he traces between them, gathering your slick on his fingers. he rubs circles on your clit, you accidentally biting his lip when you removed your lips to gasp, inhaling deeply at the feel of his fingers.
he slowly uses his two fingers to push through, and you let out a whimper. “k,” you moan, your back arching.
k’s phone starts to ring, and he grumbles, snatching it out of his pocket to silence it and throwing it on the bed near you.
k doesn’t miss a beat with his fingers inside of you. “good girl,” he praises, “you’re going to come on my fingers first, then my tongue, then your first cock,”
k’s praises sent tingles up your spine, back arching more, pussy clenching around his fingers. you continue to chant his name like a sacred prayer, only to hear the ring of his phone again.
this time you grumble, reaching over to grab his phone and yell at his friends for interrupting.
but—it wasn’t his friends. your face dropped seeing the name, sakura.
k’s face settled on you with a weird look, his fingers still pumping in and out of you. “what is it, princess?” he asks sultry, leaning up to kiss you but you quick advert your head.
you sit up, scooting away from him, k taking his fingers out of you slowly. you’re both breathing hard, you trying to keep from crying over a boy.
“what’s—what’s wrong?” k asks, genuinely concerned. you raise your eyes to look at him, and that look could fool you, it really could. his face is flushed, pupils blown filled with want for you.
the phone rings again. “i guess just because i can’t have any other dicks in me, i guess that leaves you out from having your dick stuck in any other girl’s cunt, right?” you snap.
k looks at you, and if he could, there would be a question mark on the top of his head. “what—,”
you throw the phone to him and he curses at the name. “wait—,” he pleads with your name but you ignore him.
you quickly get out of the bed on wobbly feet, in search for your discarded clothes you had on last night.
walk of shame, it is.
k says your name again, getting off the bed, “would you just slow down!”
you quickly turn to him, eyes in your lashes, “to think i genuinely believed you liked me. me out of all people!” your voice shakes. “to think i was so clouded in relief that a boy finally liked me, i almost gave up my virginity.”
you find your skirt, pulling it on. you’ll just have to go commando, and leave his shirt on. you just needed to leave. you find your shoes by the door, k still following you through his apartment, pleading and begging you to listen.
you can still hear his phone go off. it only pushes you to keep going, to leave.
⚠︎ this is a work of fiction, hence, FANFICTION. the way i write the following characters [real life people] is in no way shape or form to represent them in reality.
⚠︎ this story is for adult/mature audiences only. i will not be labeling each part mature themes other than 18+. please read at your own discretion.
Okay I can't take it anymore, I need the next part😭
hiiiiii it’s being worked on i promise. i wanted to have at least two or more parts done before starting the third section of the trilogy but realize you all help a lot drive the story plan sometimes.
it’s coming soooooon. 🤸🏽♀️ i also still don’t have a title, but it’s between scar to scar and go in blind.
Yuma would take your v card because you joked that he probably sucks in bed in front of everyone. He takes it as a challenge. He doesn’t know you’re a virgin type thing
hi! hopefully this doesn’t sound rude or anything, but when reading the final of bewitched ( nothing wrong it was a masterpiece trust ), but you mentioned sunoo eric and matthew but i was wondering if you meant to spell sunwoo instead? maybe i’m just dumb and you did mean to spell sunoo and but yeah 😭
but aside from that, i’ve absolutely loved bewitched and can’t wait for the next series !!!! we’re all here for you if you need to vent or take some time off, love you thank you for writing 💞💞
I MEANT TO SPELL SUNWOO OMG LET ME GO CORRECT IT 🤦♀️
and thank you!!! 🙏 the third of the series is being written? brainstormed? 🥴
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