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Slow Dance

Wordcount; 3,770

Fandom; The Boyz

Pairing; Reader X Jacob Bae,

Backstory of Reader X Lee Hyunjae, Reader X Kim Sunwoo & Reader X Son Youngjae Aka Eric.

Characters; Jacob Bae, Son Youngjae Aka Eric & Kevin Moon.

Mentions; Kim Sunwoo, Choi Chanhee & Ji Changmin

Warnings; Angst, Low Self Esteem, Best friend to Lovers, Claim Kink, Oral (Receiving) & Unprotected Sex

Notes; Please Check out Jacob Solo Debut Album and Slow Dance MV.

"You should tell him?" your friend Eric suggested as he laid on your bed. "Don't be stupid; he doesn't see me like that," you responded, throwing yourself down next to him. "He thinks we—" he paused, turning to face you. "You put him straight, right?" You gasped, sitting up. "I tried, but he didn't believe me," he replied, looking up at the ceiling. “This is all your fault for that one drunken kiss," you grumbled, throwing your hands over your face. "Hey, don't blame me. You're the one who spent the whole of last semester at uni being dicked down by Lee Hyunjae, and don't even get me started on the affair with Kim Sunwoo behind his trusty friend Choi Chanhee's back. You really think our one kiss when we were blatantly drunk is the reason why he didn't believe me? It's you he doesn't trust," he lectured as you threw yourself back. "How do you think I can convince him that it's all him I want?" you said as Eric fell silent. "You're supposed to be giving me suggestions, being a man and everything," you grumbled, and he chuckled. "Just flat-out tell him. What's the worst he can do?" he said, amusement flickering on his face, one that made you want to slap it off. “You know, laugh at me," you complained. "Don't be stupid. Jacob has been your best friend since kindergarten; he wouldn't laugh in your face. He would just let you down gently," he stated, and you nodded, knowing he was right. And this was the very reason why you could never tell him you liked him. Not when he asked if you and Eric Sohn were a thing. Not when he got drunk, and you took him home from the club, which was something he rarely did. Not when he questioned why you didn't take the number of your work colleague Ji Changmin. And worse, not a single word when you heard him and his duo partner, Kevin Moon, got a gig in South Korea. You wanted to scream your feelings to him as you hugged at the airport with promises to catch up soon. Weeks became months, and before you knew it, a whole year had passed. Worse, the calls and texts between you faded after just three weeks. Even seeing multiple girls swooning over him on social media left you bitterly jealous. Maybe it was best to remove all emotions. But finding his beautiful, cute, kind face everywhere as he made his name only made you fall deeper.

When you arrived in Seoul, the busy capital of South Korea, Eric took your wrist and brought you through the crowds until you found your Airbnb he arranged. But instead of meeting the owner, you were shocked to the core when Kevin Moon opened the door. "You're here," he said, throwing his arms around your companion. Your eyes searched behind him in fear, anticipation, and yet also excitement. "He's not here yet," he said softly, stealing your eye contact. "Do I not get a welcome hug?" he asked as you smiled and wrapped your arms around him. "He misses you too," he said softly as you felt your heart skip beats. Jacob missed you, and it made an aching hunger set in your bones. "He lost his phone. Well, he lost it a dozen times; he was scared you'd be angry he didn't memorise your number. So he put off contacting you," Kevin admitted as you felt Eric smirk in your side-eye shot. "But he's missed his best friend. You're all he talks about when we're out sightseeing," he said, and you realised it's only his best friend he misses. "She's the same; he's all she talks about," Eric added as you raised an eyebrow his way. Kevin moved so you could both enter, and your fingers pinched the skin on Eric’s upper collarbone, earning a yelp. Kevin turned, eyes raised, as you smiled politely his way. "Do I need to ask?" Kevin said, smirking as you shook your head. "Don't blame him; it was my idea too," he smiled, and you nodded bashfully. "You can put things in the closet and have the sofa," he said, turning to Eric. "And I'm sure Jacob will let you have his bed," he said as you shook your head, redness burning your skin. "You know Jacob won't let you take the sofa," he added, opening Jacob's bedroom door. Stepping into the room, your heart was in your mouth. On the bed unit were two photos of you and him: one as children and the other the day you graduated. Picking up the frame, you smiled at the image. It was the day you realised you had fallen in love with him; the fear of parting from him once your career started made bile burn your throat. It was that same fear that, when you were offered a job in Germany, you turned it down. You couldn't imagine a life without being on the same land as Jacob Bae. And yet, it was him who eventually left you. Sitting on the bed, you noticed something familiar, something you didn't even realise was missing from your own bedroom. In between his pillows was your childhood teddy, a small bumblebee plush that, as a child, you couldn't be without. It usually sat on the bottom shelf in the corner of your room. As children, when he was scared, you had let him borrow it, so seeing he had stolen it brought you comfort. He has pieces of you in his new life and hadn't forgotten you, as you feared. Picking the bee up, you brought it to your face, sniffing its woody, musky scent as your body relaxed. It smelled of your favourite person, your home, and it was like a reunion without the very body form of him. You suddenly became aware of voices, and even through the walls, you could tell Jacob was home. Placing Bumble back in his spot, you got up to open the door. The sound took his attention as he spun around to see you, his eyes widening as his mouth opened agape. His silky black hair fringed in his face, hiding his warm brown eyes you loved so much. “Y/N," he said in his velvet soft voice as you smiled his way. "Are you really here?" he asked, and you nodded. "You came all the way to Korea?" he still questioned, as if he feared you weren't real. "Well, I don't feel like I'm an illusion," you replied playfully as his smile widened. "You were in my room," he responded, looking anxious. "I told her you wouldn't let her sleep on the sofa," Kevin chimed up behind him. "Well, yeah, that's true, but you could have told me," he responded, scoffing at his singer partner. "I'm sure she already saw the photos and your bee," he scoffed, moving to sit next to Eric.

"If it makes you feel better, she turned her whole apartment into a big shrine of you. You know, like one of your fans," Eric snorted as you scowled at him with a growl. "You did?" he asked, looking taken aback. "Well, I just brought some items of yours, making a name for yourself. That's all," you replied, feeling the heat burning your face from your blush. "Fancy a car ride?" Jacob asked suddenly, and you nodded. "I can show you all the beauty that Seoul has to offer," he smiled warmly. He silently took you to his 1970s American classic full-size black convertible. You admired the shiny black exterior and hummed, looking impressed his way. "It's the only perk of the job," he said bashfully, opening your door for you. “Well, I'm impressed," you responded as you entered. "So where are we going?" you asked as he smiled. "Thought maybe to show you some scenery and parts of my new life," he said when he walked to his side. You both walked silently minus giggling with every slip or trip across the terrain up Eungbongsan Mountain, hands connected until you reached the Palgakjeong. Your jaw dropped at the beautiful surroundings of Seoul. "It's beautiful, Jacob," you said as you heard his warming chuckle. "I come here whenever I want to think, which is a lot," he said, admiring the scenery. "What do you think of when you're here?" you asked as he fidgeted. "You," he whispered, a red blush creeping onto his cheeks. "Whenever I want to talk to you, I come here and tell you about my life and how I hope you're well," he admitted as you elbowed him, which earned a soft chuckle. "I talk to your pictures, like how I'm going to punch you for going radio silent on me," you said with a raised eyebrow. "I thought it was easier to think that I was busy than that I lost your number. The longer it went, the harder it was to admit I was the one in the wrong this time," he said as he watched his own feet drag against the ground. "So you and Eric?" he asked, and you side eyed him. "There is no me and Eric," you said as he positioned himself to look at you. “You came with him," he stated like it was a fact. "And will he be joining me in your bed tonight?" you questioned as he looked away. "I saw that kiss, you know, and you two look good together," he said without looking your way. "Yes, we do look good together, but he's into girls who don't keep their house as a tribute to their best friend. And I'm not into whiny brats. That kiss you witnessed was the only time the gods attempted to put us together," you said as he looked at you. "You two never even imagined?" he asked as you shook your head. "No, but since you left, he became the friendship shape you ran from," you responded as he bit his lower lip. "I didn't run from you; I went to fulfil something much bigger," he said defensively. "I know I'm teasing you, even though it felt sometimes that you left me behind. I'm just your friend, so obviously, you need to run to your future, even if that means leaving me behind," you said as he placed his hands on either side of your shoulders. "I'm sorry; I didn't mean to leave you behind or make you feel like you were of little importance to me," he said, looking into your eyes. "I just—it's been crazy then and now," he said, dropping his hands down to look away. "Please let me in; show me everything about your life," you asked, and he nodded before standing. "Then let me show you my new world," he said, opening his hand to yours. "Where now?" you asked, intrigued as he dragged you from behind him. Another car ride brought you to a quiet side street. His hands still attached to yours; he walked into the building until it came to some doors. Dropping your hand, he pressed into the keypad before entering a dark room. Switching the light on, that almost blinded you, you found a dance studio. "This is where Kevin and I go to dance," he explained as you nodded, looking around the room.

"I know we do more singing with our instruments, but occasionally we like to dance, so we come here even just to let our stresses go," he explained as he asked for your jean jacket. "So you and Kevin just dance?" you asked, and he nodded as he hung both your jackets up. "Yes, we do. He's much better than me, though," he admitted, opening his hand. "Wait, you want to dance with me?" you asked, and he nodded. "I have a confession, and the dancing might help me, you know, get my words out," he said, scratching the back of his neck with his spare hand. Walking to the radio, he dropped your hand, connecting his phone with the music. Before standing in the middle of the dance floor, he flagged you to join him as the music filled the room. "What am I supposed to do?" you said bashfully, and he started moving to the beat. "Dance with me," he chuckled as you both used your upper bodies to dance to the music, waving your arms fluidly. His most delightful expression as he watched you could easily sweep you away. Opening his hand, you took it as he swirled you, and as you took your step back, your fingers laced with his. His breath hitched before he brought it towards him, encouraging you to loop it around his neck. His hands rested above your waist as he swayed you to the music, slow dancing with you. “Y/N, I left Canada because I couldn't bear to be around you," he admitted as his eyes faded away to behind you. “What?" you questioned, your feet never betraying the pain attacking you. "I couldn't stand by and watch you with those other men, be with them in ways that I wished would only be me," he confessed as your eyebrows furrowed. "What are you saying, Jacob?" you questioned as his cheeks turned a furious red. "Y/N, I'm in love with you. I couldn't risk our friendship, and I couldn't watch you be with others anymore," he said as your jaw dropped open, and you stopped dancing. "Jacob, you're a fool," you gasped, and he nodded. "When I lost my phone, I took it as a way to accept that I had lost you. How can friends come back from that?" he added as he continued to sway against your frozen body. "Jacob Bae, I love you too; I just didn't think you would want me, and I didn't want to risk losing you. Yet I lost you anyway," you finally admitted as it was his turn to freeze. "Wait, you're in love with me as well?" he questioned in shock. "Since we graduated, you were all I ever wanted. Since that kiss you witnessed, there has been no one but you," you confessed as his hands grabbed your waist to bring you closer. "Why are we both losers in love?" he chuckled, and you nodded in agreement. "Thanks for coming to find me," he choked as his hands cupped your face. "Promise to never leave me behind again," you whispered, and he nodded. His soft lips brushed against yours as he kissed you gently, all while his fingers tangled in the back of your hair. Your arms returned to around his neck as you let yourself get lost in his lips. While you both continued to dance to the music that had already changed to One OK Rock's "Wherever you are." Pushing you back towards the table on the side of the room. Your lips parted as he found the skin of your neck to rest his lips upon. While your hands explored his well-kept body, feeling the muscles beneath your fingertips, Jacob decided to ensure everyone knew he was here with you in ways only someone special would. When his lips turned to suck against the flesh of your neck, you whined in shock. You both hated love bites and had spoken about them being for the one person you desired above all others. Not even Hyunjae or Sunwoo had been lucky enough to earn or give them. His neck arched, and you knew what he was asking for as you didn't hesitate to repay the favour. With a hiss through his teeth, as you marked him, adding an extra gloss of red from your lips stick smear. His hands found the hem of your halter top as he pulled it over your head. Teeth biting into his lips when he noticed your see-through bra.

"It's not just the straps then," he said with a confidence you had never witnessed. Sliding his hands behind, he unclasped them until the pink skin of your breasts was revealed completely. Hands gripping them, he then popped one into his mouth. His eyes not leaving yours as he indulged in your breasts. "Jacob Bae, who would have thought you were down and dirty in the practice room?" you softly said as he smirked against your skin before leaving them with a popping sound. "I look forward to showing you the other part of me, the one that isn't just for simple best friends," he whispered with an eye wiggle. "I'm not your best friend anymore?" you playfully teased him. "You are, but you're also something else," he said as he kissed up the swell of your breasts back to your lips. "What’s that?" you said between his pecks on your lips before they found their way up your jaw. "Mine, Y/N; you're mine," he said, panting for air as his lips left yours. His tone filled with much more defiance, as if he dared you in that second to hurt him. "Does this mean...?" you asked hopefull. "I want to be with you as your boyfriend and one day maybe even your husband and father of your children," he said softly, his thumb stroking your cheekbone. "I want that too," you admitted, igniting a fire in him. His kisses became fiercer, taking you by surprise. His hands found his T-shirt as he flipped it off his skin. His well-kept muscles took your breath away. "That's new," you gasped as your hands dropped down to his abs. "I have to look after myself," he said with an expression that charmed you. Your lips found his chest, kissing his beautiful, tanned Asian skin, all while his thumb was beneath the waistband, ready to unhook your bottoms with help from your moaning against the table you were sitting on. Dropping to his knees, he spread your thighs apart while watching your blush return to your face. Small kisses against your thighs reached your most intimate area as he took his tongue to swipe between your folds. Soft moans escaped your lips as he began to pleasure you with a desperate need. You felt the coil beginning to swirl in the pit of your core. But before you could fall over the edge, he left your core with his warm, wet muscle. Instead, the calm, soft eyes of your best friend glazed over with lust as he rushed to remove his bottoms. His thick, hard, veiny member glistening with pre-cum had you drooling at the view. You never imagined the cutest, most adorable man in your life could have the most delectable rod to fuck you up. "Eyes here," he scoffs teasingly as you tilt your head with a raised eyebrow his way. "Like you weren't tongue fucking my little friend just now," you scoff as he brings you closer to the edge of the table. "Guess what else is going to fuck you," he responds with cockiness that looked so well on him. "I hope you," you tease as he slips his tongue out swiftly before smirking. “Then let me satisfy your hopes," he whispers pumping himself. Bringing the tip he swipes it up and down your folds as you bite into your lower lip. The heaviness of his chunky member has your nerves on fire with excitement and arousal. Slipping between your soaked folds you both moan together feeling the connection of togetherness. He presses your hands together and places them above your head against the wood of the walls. Your back arched giving him the exact pressure of his tip against your soft spot. Eyes never leaving yours he starts his tempo which isn't the soft and slow you had imagined while working on yourself the many times beforehand. It's more in control and precise to make you crumble around him. Each hit against your special spot has you dampen as you feel your own juices drip from you. "I love you," he cries, his eyes never leaving yours as you see the sweat drip from his forehead onto your body. Feeling your high come close to the edge you bring your hips to meet his thrusts

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Memories

Wordcount; 7,531

Fandom; NCT Dream, NCT 127, Wayv, Aespa & Exo

Pairing; Reader X Lee Jeno, Reader X Yuta Nakamoto, Reader X Lee Donghyuk Aka Haechan, Reader X Xiao Dejun Aka Xiaojun & Yuta Nakamoto X Ning Yizhuo Aka Ningning.

Characters; Lee Jeno, Lee Donghyuk Aka Haechan, Yuta Nakamoto, Xiao Dejun Aka Xiaojun, Lee Taeyong, Kim Doyoung, Ning Yizhuo Aka Ningning, Kim Junmyeon Aka Suho, Byun Baekhyun, DO Kyunsoo Aka Do & Kim Jongin Aka Kai.

Warnings: Angst, Amnesia, Memory loss, Affairs, Insecurity, Manipulation,

Notes; Chapter 19/23 of Twisted Universe

Happy Birthday to my Dream/127 Wrecker Haechan 🎊🎈🎁🎂🥳🎉😘

Taglist; @devinitysann

The world was black; that was all you saw amidst the overwhelming sounds of familiar voices. But before that, it felt like your life was being sucked away by some unseen entity. Donghyuk's arms were wrapped around you, pulling you closer as you laid on the sofa watching a drama. His soft breaths fell deliberately on your neck, causing goosebumps to fall up your skin. "One day this will be us, without fear of being caught," he said, sounding like he was in heaven with his imagination, and you hummed, enjoying the comfort of his hold. "You're waiting for me, right?" he asked, a hint of worry in his voice as his hands gripped tighter. "Of course, you’re my saviour, Lee Donghyuk. Even if you can't free me from here, you will always be the one who gave me hope at my lowest and loneliest," you replied, turning to face him. "I will always root for you, even to my last breath," Donghyuk said, his perfect brown eyes hypnotising you. As your lips fell to his, you felt him whimper as he began to fade away. Panic rose in your throat as you called his name, watching him disappear until his name was no longer memorable.

"Really?" you playfully grinned as you snatched the paintbrush from his hand. "Noo," he giggled, his face scrunching up as he signaled for you to stop. "Only fair I get you too," he screeched, trying to hold your outstretched arm. "But you're so delicious; I thought you needed to look like the sweet candy floss you are," he charmed, biting his bottom lip. "Xiao Dejun, don’t use your sweet words to run away," you said as you fought against his strength, spinning around with your chest flush against his back. One hand still struggling against your wrist, the other cradling the baby. "Think of Cherub; she doesn't want her daddy looking like a pink flamingo," he snickered, letting the brush fall to the floor. Spinning to face him, you pressed your lips to his in surprise as he melted against your kiss. "He looks like he already is," you said, noticing the pink blush that appeared, which made him blush even more. "Stop looking at me like that; it's not even market day," he said, a little breathless, as you felt him harden between you. But before the moment could turn intimate, your daughter decided to use your stomach as her personal trampoline. “Hey, missy, you need to behave for mummy," he said, swirling his fingers around your bump. This didn't calm her; in fact, it made her respond even more. "You're deliberately torturing me, Junjun," you playfully scowled. “What would my day be like if I can't torture the woman I love?" he said, tipping your face to look at him with complete adoration. "One day I will torture you," you smirked as he winked at you. "Not that kind of torture," you said, gently pushing his shoulder. "You could torture me in hell, and I would always be by your side," he said, bopping you on the nose. “Let's go to hell then," you smirked as you went to throw your arm around his neck. But instead, you passed through him like a ghost, your face going into shock. "Wait, what's going on?" you said as he faded to almost nothing. "You said you’d be by my side, Jun," you whimpered as the room turned dark, a familiarity that didn't feel pleasant.

"For someone who hates me, you certainly pretend to care about me," you snapped as his eyes fell hard against yours, passing you a drink to remove the taste of vomit from your mouth. "Or is it because you hate Dejun, who is doing a better job at being my husband than you?" you added, watching his jaw tense. "You don't even know how I feel, so this conversation is pointless," he said, sounding defeated. Which you were sure was due to him being softer since your father's death. “Why do you hate me?" you asked, intrigued and he tilted his head your way. "I don't hate you; it's the opposite, Y/N. I love you," he admitted, and you chuckled. "See? Told you it's pointless to have this conversation," he said as he turned to leave the family restroom. “Don't leave me," you admitted, scared of the silence as your body made you want to be sick. "If you love me, why did you hurt me?" you asked as he breathed in deeply. "Because you scare me," he admitted, and you shook your head, further confused. "You are the cauldron to my emotions; stirring makes me go crazy, making me lose myself and become someone I should never be," he said as you raised an eyebrow. "Sounds like you're making an excuse for being a jerk," you said, and he chuckled at your cursing. "No, I'm not; I have to keep learning how to control myself around you. You're like the challenge; instead of bringing out the worst in me, you make me challenge myself to be a better person," he said as you admired him, suddenly realising you had this power over him. "I'm not proud of how I've behaved; I hope one day I can show you the man I want to be around you," he said, smiling warmly. "Then I look forward to helping shape you into being a better husband for your future wife," you said as he raised an eyebrow. "Like how you taught me how to be a wife, I can teach you how to be a better husband," you whispered, throwing his words from Hyoshin back at him. "Y/N, you're a pain in my ass, but I wouldn't want it any other way. You will never get rid of me; you know that, right? No matter how far you run," he smirked as he walked out the door. You went to open it to damn him for his flirtatious comment, but when you opened the door, he was gone. Not only was he gone, but your father was missing too. "Jeno," you called, walking around the empty room to the communal area. "Hyoshin?" you called, feeling lost, lonely, and afraid. -----------------------🔺--------------------

The music was so loud you could barely hear it as you watched Yuta in his element, listening to one of his favourite rock artists, Hyde. Just as he finished singing, he lost himself in the music, his lips curving as ‘Let It Out’ started playing. Grabbing the remote control for the TV for a improvised mic, he smirked at you, which had you a giggling mess. 'Wake it up, Get it started now,' he sang with a raspy voice that had your core tightening. 'Will drive this groove that'll make you drop,' he said as he threw his top off, making your bottom lip fall. 'You want it very sexy, wanna feel me,' he added alluringly, placing your hand on his well-defined torso, and you were sure you were panting like an animal in heat. 'I'm gonna rise and set you free, Waited for this very moment, Raise your hands for me,' he said as he brought your hand, still resting on him, into the air. 'Stressed out from stale common logic, Strain your voice and scream,' he added as a whisper by your ear that made you moan. 'Tell me what you want from me, Tell me your perversions, Got the thing that works on this, Chaos and confusion.' He continued, pressing his hand to his forehead. 'I hear a siren that's wailing away, Go all the way With your voice aflame, Go all the way, Forget about those pains that stain, Go all the way,' he added, and you bit your bottom lip at how insanely hot he was in his rockstar image. 'When the world's insane, When your life feels hollow, Just let it out.' You didn’t let him finish; your lips cut into his perfect, sexy, raspy voice as you attacked him. You barely heard his chuckle under the loud music, and you were glad, because you didn't want Taeyong to know his sister was about to sleep with his close friend who happened to be your fiancé. “Y/N," he chuckled, his smile wide. "Calm down, sweetie," he said as he rolled you onto your back. "I'm not going anywhere; you know that, right? I won't vanish," he chuckled. The words echoed like you were in a tunnel. "I'm your Yuta," you heard him say, amused, as he began to disappear. “No, not you; I can't lose you, Yuta," you whimpered, terrified as his smile faded from your sight. "I won't forget you; I promise," you said, starting to stand as Yuta and your room began to fade. "Yuta... Yuta... Yuta," you screamed over and over like a mantra; you wouldn't lose him. You wouldn’t let your memories of the man you loved so much fade away.

"Y/N," he said as you heard a baby cry; his eyes fell upon the most beautiful little child. You could tell from her features that she shared them with the man holding her. Just by looking at them both, you felt a wave of sadness wash over you as you closed your eyes briefly. "Is she okay?" You heard one of them ask. "It's okay; she’s just slowly coming to. I will arrange some tests and some scans. But this is good news; just let's not expect too fast results. We need to know what her new capacity is," a reply was given as you could barely open your eyes, feeling the tiredness overwhelm you. "Where's my mum and dad?" you struggled to ask as the man, who you believed was a doctor, asked you to repeat it. "I will get mum," someone responded. You really wanted the warm comfort of your father. But while everything was so strange right now, your mother would do. “Do you know your name?" the doctors asked as you whispered it to his satisfaction. "Do you know who these people are?" the doctor questioned as you looked at the men in the room. You could tell some were medical, but there were five other men and a baby. You looked desperately, willing for some familiarity, but you couldn't. You shook your head before looking at the baby, wondering why one was by your bedside. Was it possible you were a mother and the man holding it was your husband? "Who's the baby?" you asked, and the man held her with a fear-ridden expression. "You can't remember whose baby this is?" the doctor asked softly as you really tried hard to think before shaking your head. "Could it be the child you were carrying?" he asked as you panicked. The last thing you remembered was your family discussing finally marrying Lee Jeno, the CEO of Dream Enterprises and heir of NCT Association. "I don't even have a boyfriend. I have to marry Lee Jeno," you said, feeling the strain of your exhaustion. “Do you know who I am?" the man at the foot of your bed asked. He felt safe and familiar, but you just couldn't pull any information about him from your mind. Shaking your head, you felt the pain from the room alone as it fell silent. "Do you not remember any of us?" the man near the last one asked as a tear slipped from his beautiful eyes. "It's okay, Y/N; we're just friends, really good ones," the man near the man and baby said. "I'm Dejun," he said, smiling, which made you feel safe. "That man there, he's your brother Taeyong," he said as your eyes shot to him. You couldn't remember a brother; surely you would remember that. "We have the same mother but didn't grow up together," he explained as you bit your lip, feeling frustrated. "Let’s hold off the introductions. We need to do some tests," the doctor said, looking at everyone to leave the room. "I'm glad you're awake, Y/N," the man with the baby smiled, and it struck you how stunning he was. "Is that baby mine?" you asked as he simply nodded. "Then are you Lee Jeno?" you asked as he softly chuckled. "I am Lee Jeno," the man further from you said. "And I'm Lee Donghyuk, his brother," the other man, who was tearful earlier, added. "Right, as I said, introductions can wait," the doctor repeated, shooing everyone out. The man squeezed your hands briefly before leaving with the baby that you had just been told was yours. The multiple questions, tests, and scans exhausted you, and your body did not want to wake when you heard the familiar voice of your mother. Her pleas for forgiveness made you wonder what she had done. Where was your father? You didn't have the energy when Dejun came to your room either. Your eyes opened briefly to his warm smile. “Sleep, honey," he said, stroking your hair as you fell into slumber. “She gone back to sleep?" you heard a voice drift. "Yeah, we have her back, Jeno. Memory lacking, but she's back," Dejun said as you wished to open your eyes to analyse the man that was expected to be your fiancé.

"Morning," you heard a voice greet you as you woke. "I'm Ningning," the girl said, smiling as she put her leg over the other. But what you couldn't understand was that just her name brought a strange sensation. "You don't remember me, do you?" she asked as you shook your head. “We're friends, or we were," she said as you looked at her, confused. "What happened?" you asked as she helped sit you up with a caring expression. "You ran off with my fiancé and had his baby," she said, and your heart hurt at those words. "What do you mean?" you asked, feeling disappointed that the father of your child had such a negative background story. "I don't know what I am allowed to tell you, but it was an affair, just a brief one. You realised you couldn't hurt me anymore and ran away, taking his baby with you," she said, pausing. "I just wanted to tell you that I forgive you; it hurt that someone I trusted so much could do that to me. But I respect that you ran to protect me. I just wish the end result wasn't your accident. We've all been very worried," she said, placing a gentle hand on yours. "Am I such an awful person to do that to a friend?" you said, losing your brain filter. "No, Y/N, you're not. Yuta is a tasty dish, so I don't blame you for developing feelings for him," she said, looking hurt as the name hit you. "Yuta, so that's who he is," you said aloud. "Did I cheat on Jeno?" you asked in horror as she nodded. Is this why Jeno and Dejun wanted the past hidden from you? To protect you from knowing the terrible things you did? "Chõ is really sweet; she's a perfect combination of you and Yuta," Ningning said as you turned to her. “Chõ and Yuta," you whispered, remembering the way those two names were what followed you in the dark. "She's the name we gave your daughter," she said as you furrowed your eyebrows. "No one thought you would wake up; I'm his butterfly, and we were going to bring her up together so she had a mother. So she was our little butterfly," she said, looking down at her feet. "You stepped up for my daughter from the woman who hurt you?" you questioned as she nodded. "It's okay; I'm not going to take her from you. I suggested we put the move to Japan on hold," she said as you felt your head swim with confusion and further questions. “Japan?" you questioned as she looked puzzled before remembering you had no memory. "Yuta is Japanese; our flight was booked for next week. But we will fly out once we know you're settled and able to look after Chõ," she said as you nodded, not sure how you should feel about a man who was the father of your child, yet who you had no feelings for and was a complete stranger. "Can I ask you something?" she asked as you nodded. "Can you keep this information from everyone? They don't want you knowing in case it sets you backwards. But the Y/N I know, the one I miss, hated being kept in the dark," she said as you nodded. "Will we ever be friends again?" you asked as she stood. "Y/N, you're an important person in my life; I’m sure this time it's a chance to be friends without your feelings for Yuta hindering us," she said, looking sad. "Then keep him away from me, so I can't develop emotions for him," you said as she looked shocked. "Y/N, he's the father of your child; you can’t completely avoid him," she said, realising she was correct. “What do I do?" you asked as she breathed in deeply. "Marry Lee Jeno as soon as you can. He's the CEO now; he can look after you in ways he couldn't beforehand. Before Yuta, he was the man you fell in love with. You two were a giggling love-fest mess till his father," she said, pausing. "Sorry, I've said too much," she added as you looked at her. "Please continue; I want to know; I won't tell them," you begged as she sat back down. "Jeno is Taeyong's younger brother. Taeyong is your half-brother. Lee Sooman did some very dark things to you all," she said as you blinked.

"Darling," your mother said, clinging onto you for dear life as she entered with Taeyong. "Mum?" you questioned, noticing how she had gone greyer since you last saw her. "Where's Dad?" you asked as she looked to Taeyong. "I said my father, not his," you questioned as Taeyong looked at you in shock. "He's busy a lot, darling," she said awkwardly, sitting down and holding your hand tightly. "Too busy to see his poorly daughter?" you asked, feeling hurt. “Oh, darling, he was around all the time while you were fighting for your life. Just he had to return to work. He's currently in France," she said as Taeyong rolled his eyes. "Do you not like my father?" you questioned him, irritated at his response. "I haven't really spent time with your father, but I can probably guarantee that he's not a man I would dislike," he said, though you didn't feel convinced. "I'm sorry for every pain I have given you. But I promise I'm going to make up for every heartbreaking thing I've done to you both," your mother said as she took your hand and offered another for Taeyong. "If you don't want to marry Jeno, I won't force you," she said as Taeyong’s eyes narrowed her way. “Mother, let's not talk about that when we should focus on her recovery, not her love life," Taeyong snapped as you furrowed an eyebrow in his direction. "It's okay; I decided I will marry him. My relationship with Yuta is nonexistent; I can't even remember it. My child needs a good stepfather," you said as Taeyong looked at you in shock. "Can’t you remember Yuta?" he questioned as you shook your head. “I know about him and Ningning, and I have not an inch of emotion for him," you said as he tilted his head. “Who told you about Ningning? Did Yuta visit you?" he questioned as you shook your head. "You all have big mouths when I'm sleeping," you lied as he rolled his eyes. "Ruddy Hyuk and his big mouth," Taeyong scoffed. "Who is Hyuk?" you asked as he chuckled with frustration. "Hyuk is Donghyuk, he’s Jeno’s, Mark’s and my brother, our blabbermouth," he said fondly despite his words. "He was one of the first people to look after you when you moved here," Taeyong explained as you looked puzzled. "I have so many questions, and each one leads to more," you said, slapping your head, but your mother snatched your hand. "Don't do that," she whimpered as tears began to fall. "Hey, hey, Y/N," Taeyong said as he sat at the bottom of your bed. "I can't do this; I can't remember even my own damn brother, let alone a life of however long. I’ve got a child that I should be holding, loving, and I don't even know how I feel. I have a fiancé who is not my fiancé because there’s apparently a Yuta that I should forget because it brings nothing but pain around everyone," you ranted as Taeyong moved your hair aside to get to you. "Son Y/N, you can do this. We’ll take each step we can to fill you in on the life you forgot. If we have to spend all day talking about every inch of the life you had, then so be it. We will go at whatever direction and speed you need," he said as you started crying. "Oh, Y/N," he said as he held you. "I just want to be a mother; I need to feel like I am one," you whimpered, desperate to hold your daughter. "Then I will talk with Yuta and arrange it," he said as you shook your head. "I don't want to see him," you said as Taeyong looked in shock. "Why not? He's the father of your child," he said, confused. "Because something clearly went wrong for us to not be together and for him to be with Ningning. So until I get my bearings, I don't want to see him," you said as he silently nodded.

You had just woken from your nap after your first physiotherapy with Kim Jongin when Dejun entered with Chõ; he was giggling at her. "You two look cute together; I could mistake you for being her dad," you said as he briefly froze before sitting down. "She’s just so adorable, right?" he said, fidgeting in the chair. Even though you hadn't seen Yuta since you woke, you could still see him through her but also Taeyong. "Can I hold her?" you asked as he chuckled. "Y/N, she's your daughter; of course you can," he said as he placed her in your arms. She was a lot heavier than you expected; Dejun helped support you to hold her. "Hello, little Chõ," you said, holding her fingers briefly before touching her cute, chubby arms. "You’ve grown up so well," you said as her beautiful, boba eyes looked up at you. "She's 101 days old," Dejun said as you looked at him, seeing the content in his eyes. He must be someone close to her to look at her with the love of a father. You wondered what he was to you before you lost your memories. Was he truly such a supportive friend? If so, you were lucky. "What?" he said, looking self-conscious. "Just, she's lucky to have someone who cares about her. It seems that while I couldn't be her mother, she was still filled with loads of love," you said, looking back at her. "Y/N, she's loved so much; everyone is willing to protect her with their life," he said as you smiled her way. "You are so lucky to be so loved," you said, feeling your smile almost ache, but you didn't care. You were happy and content in this moment with your daughter. Fingers stroking the palm of her hand, she chuckled and smiled so beautifully that your heartbeat raced as you fell in love with her. "Wait, did she just laugh?" Dejun said, his admiration equal to yours. “Wait, this is new?" you asked as he nodded. "Well, Yuta didn't tell me she had been laughing, and we all hear when she does something new," he said, praising her like a proud dad. “You’re close with Yuta?" you asked as he shifted uncomfortably in his chair, his smile dimming a little. "We are close for her, but no, Y/N, me and Yuta are not directly close," he said as you nodded, then looked back at Chõ. "Taeyong said you don't want to see him," he asked as you nodded. "I think it's right that we don’t meet often. He'll be moving back to Japan soon, I'm sure," you said as he reluctantly nodded.

"Morning," he said as you looked at him anxiously. "I brought you some breakfast; you used to love my abalone porridge," he said, smiling. "Plus, I thought I could help do your hair after the nurse gives you a wash. It's something I've been doing since," he paused, unable to finish the sentence. "Who are you?" you asked as he chuckled. "I forgot; sorry, I'm Doyoung. You lived with us for a while when you were," he paused, shaking his head. “When you were living in 127," he added as you brought yourself to sit up. "What's 127?" you questioned as he smiled. "It's a house on the other side of the estate where 127 lives. It's where you got close to Taeyong," he added, bringing the food closer to you. "Anyway, enough of confusing you with things you forgot. How are you feeling?" he asked as you took a mouthful. "Frustrated," you admitted as he smiled warmly. "You've endured so much and had so much information thrown at you," he said, handing you a hanky as you dropped food on yourself. "What was the last thing you remembered?" he asked as you looked at him. "My parents telling me that it was time to start arranging to marry Jeno; my mother and father arguing because my father didn't really want me to marry the son of Lee Sooman," you said as you took another mouthful. "Now I'm living in Lee Sooman's estate, no longer engaged to Jeno, I have a daughter with a man who is currently in love with another woman," you said as he closed his eyes briefly. "Anyone would get frustrated with that information, but for what it's worth, treat it like a new life, a new start. Focus on getting stronger so you can have the life you want. Be a great mother that I know you can be to Chõ. Everything else will all fit in slowly, trust me," he said, sitting back, smiling. "Hey, what are you doing here?" Donghyuk said as he entered, looking amused at you and Doyoung. "I've come to make sure she eats something nutritious," he scoffed as Donghyuk smirked, grabbing a seat to sit by you. "Finally stopped being scared and finally decided to visit," you teased, feeling comfortable to joke around him. You had remembered Dejun telling you that Jeno’s brother wanted to visit but was sad you had forgotten him. "Did she remember who she was? It was almost convincing that she's Y/N," he teased, smirking as he elbowed Doyoung. "Doyoung brought me food; what did you bring me?" you smiled, feeling safe with him. "I brought you myself, being your saviour and all," he said, resting his chin between his thumb and finger, posing. You couldn't help but chuckle; he was quite amusing to be around. "So how is the physio going?" he asked as you remembered the ache and exhaustion from the day before. “Exhausting, but I can sit up on my own now," you said, watching his face light up. "Before you know it, you'll be running around the estate," he said with a warm glow. Before you could say anything more, the nurses entered. "Time for a quick wash," she said, looking to Doyoung and Donghyuk. “I'll wait outside; I will do her hair when you're finished," he said as Donghyuk looked at him, amused once more. "I would say I would stay and play too, but I’m a busy man these days now. But I’ll try to visit you soon, cupcake," he said as you shivered at the name. "Cute," he commented, biting his lower lip like he knew the response. Why did Donghyuk have to be so flirtatious?

Wheeling you from the scan, you could see Yuta ahead by the staircase. His arms were around Ningning as she held your daughter. They looked so in love that you asked the nurse to wait until they left. It hurt, really hurt seeing them together, and you wondered if you were jealous of Ningning being the mother you were yet to be. Jeno's eyes caught yours as he smiled like he knew your pain. You shook your head to avoid getting attention as he smiled, nodding at them before walking up to collect the wheelchair from you. Pressing a kiss to your cheek felt warm as he scooped up a tear. "I got this," he said as he took the wheelchair from the nurse. Yuta turned, hearing Jeno’s words, and his eyes widened at seeing you. Ningning’s arms gripped around him as tightly as she could, her eyes looking sorrowful but almost pleading. "Y/N," Ningning said as Yuta paled at seeing you. "Can we have Chõ today?" Jeno asked as Ningning placed her hand on Yuta’s chest. "Of course," she said, which hurt; you realised Ningning was granting you permission to see your child. Chõ looked content in her arms, like she knew Ningning was her safe space. A safe space that you should be for her, but because of this stupid accident that no one would even explain how it happened, you couldn't. "Let me get Y/N to her room, and I will come for Chõ," Jeno said as his hand rested on your shoulder. Yuta nodded silently, like words around you failed him; he wasn't this silent when you first woke up. His smile had faded into your expression when you remembered Chõ smiling at you like that too. "She has your smile," you said as Yuta furrowed his eyebrows. "I realised Chõ has your smile," you said as Ningning coughed awkwardly. "Sorry, I apologise," you said, feeling guilty for looking for a connection with him. "What are you apologising for? She's yours and Yuta's daughter; it's expected that she would have both your features," Jeno said, his eyes fixed on them both before pushing you past them. After Jeno, with the help of the nurse, got you back into your bed, he smiled at you, pressing a kiss to your forehead before making his way to get your daughter. The pain of seeing Cho with Ningning being the perfect family hurt so badly. You looked to your legs, willing them to move as you brought them up like physio had taught you. "It's easy; I can do this, make these muscles remember how to walk," you thought to yourself as you swung them around to dangle from the bed. "You can do this, legs; we need to start moving so I can start being a real mum," you snapped at them. Lifting yourself from the bed, you let your foot reach the floor. You kept your body up by your arms on the bed; you were wobbling, but you were standing with support. "This is easy; you can do this," you thought, smiling. Looking towards the chair, which was just three steps away, you put your foot in front of the other and let your arms go from the support of the bed. You wobbled, but you smiled as you placed the other foot in front. But it wasn't strong enough; your body fell, hitting your head on the chair. Crying, you laid on the floor; you couldn't do this simple thing for your daughter. “Y/N," you heard from behind you, Yuta's worried face looking down at you. One look at Chõ made you realise your failure as you started sobbing harder. Dashing to the button by your bed, he pressed it and placed a blanket on the floor before placing Chõ there. "Y/N, you okay?" he asked as he attempted to lift you up; you felt the blood drip down your face and fall on him. "I can't be Chõ’s mother; I'm a failure," you whimpered as Yuta looked at you in shock. "What says who?" he asked, removing his T-shirt and bringing it to your head. "I can't even walk; Ningning is better at this than me," you whimpered as he tensed, going silent. "You're her mother, Y/N, not Ningning," he whispered as your eyes took in his torso. Was this how you fell in love with him? That body was to die for.

"Stop perving, Y/N," he smirked, happy to change the subject. "Y/N," Jeno said, coming into the room with Doctor Kyunsoo. "I found her on the floor; I think she was trying to walk," he said as Jeno took you into his hold, letting Yuta go and collect your daughter from the floor. “Why did you do that?" Jeno scorned you as you sobbed even harder. "I'm sorry; I'm not mad; I'm worried; I hate that you hurt yourself," he said, pulling you against his chest. "Let's get her back on the bed," Doctor Kyunsoo said as he placed you into the comfort of your mattress. Chõ was starting to cry as you sobbed too, feeling like the biggest failure. "Maybe it's best that we have Chõ tomorrow," Jeno said as Yuta nodded quietly. "Y/N, you're not a failure; please don't think that. You're Chõ’s one and only mother, so please stop trying to go at a speed that you're not ready for," Yuta said with a warm smile, which caused you to sob even louder. "I want to be a mum," you whimpered as they left. "Baby, you are a mum, and once you get stronger, you will be the best mum ever," Jeno said, getting into the bed beside you to pull you close to him. "It's too late; Chõ sees Ningning as her mother, not me. She even named her," you whimpered as he tensed up. "No, she didn't, Y/N; Yuta named her because she represented his freedom from this place. He named her the minute he met her when he got to China," he said, as you realised this was your punishment. “So I ran from Yuta with his child, and now he's bringing up my daughter with his fiancée without me," you said as you started sobbing again. "That's not what's happening, Y/N; just because he's not been by your side doesn't mean he hasn't silently supported you. Chõ was ready to be discharged three days before we brought you to Korea. He waited for you so that you would be as close as possible to your daughter. Then, when you were in the hospital for three weeks, he made sure to be in the next room with Chõ, even though she was healthy. He always demanded that Chõ should be under the same roof as her mother," he said, comforting you. "Yet he was due to fly out to Japan with our daughter till I woke," you sobbed as he tensed. "Okay, now I know someone has been telling you things; now, who is the blabbermouth?" he said, making you look at him. "You just confirmed it to me," you said as his face dropped. "Yuta may have started trying to co-parent with the unconscious me, but he was about to take her away because things with Ningning changed," you said as he pulled you back to his hold. "Y/N, we gave up hope; we really thought you were never going to wake up. He wanted a life for Chõ without worry; he even promised to bring her home if you woke," he said, trying to reassure you. "But that's what Chõ still has, though, Jeno; her mother can't even walk," you said as the tears began to fall again. "You can't now, but you will, I promise you will," he said as he held you tight. "I'm sorry I left you for him; I'm sorry for cheating on you because you would make a brilliant stepfather, I'm sure," you said as he hummed, chuckling. "But Y/N, you didn't technically cheat on me. Wait, who told you about Hyuk?" he said as your eyes widened, sitting up. "Wait, Hyuk, I was with your brother," you scoffed as he rolled his eyes. "Don't let him know you know; he'll start his whole 'let’s fight for Y/N' moment again," he said, making you remember how comforting he was earlier. "Wait, I was engaged to you and seeing Yuta and Hyuk," you said, remembering Ningning's slight hatred for your behaviour. "What kind of horrible woman was I?" you scoffed as he pulled you back to lay with him. "Y/N, we weren't the warm loving couple we should have been. I pushed you into Donghyuk's arms knowingly. I hated pretending I didn't care when it ripped me inside. But you didn't cheat; it was kind of an arrangement," he said as your head shook in horror at the picture he painted.

"Did you not love me that you gave me to your brother?" you asked, pouting at him. "There were two versions of you, and I was torn between the sweet, loving version, but there was another side that I misunderstood. It was an arranged marriage, Y/N; we both didn't like that idea. We both argued. I turned to other girls; you turned to Donghyuk with my blessing. But don't be mistaken, Y/N; I loved you from the second I first saw you when I was about five years old," he chuckled as you looked in awe at his confession. “You were the prettiest girl in the estate when you visited, but I was the baby to you; you used to ignore me, chasing Yuta," you said as you tilted your head his way. "I sound like I wasn't easy to be around," you said, tucking your hair behind your ear. "You were worth the turmoil," he chuckled. "Chõ was supposed to be mine; you didn't run because of Yuta; you ran because you thought I was Chõ’s father," he said as he looked in pain. “Chõ was supposed to be ours?" you questioned as he nodded. "I'm sorry, Jeno," you said as tears started to form. "For what?" he chuckled, brushing the tear away. "For hurting you," you said as he kissed your forehead. "I hurt you more than you ever hurt me; I wasn't the best person around you," he said, humming. "Jeno," you said, cupping his face. "Yes," he whispered, looking at you with love in his eyes. "Marry me," you said as his mouth opened agape. "I want to finish the arrangement our parents set, but this time, I won't look elsewhere, and you cannot hate me for misunderstanding," you said as he fell into silence. "Is that not what you want?" you questioned as he shook his head in a panic. "No, I do, but you're still new to this new life without your memories. I don't want to sway you. Plus, what about Yuta?" he said, looking in pain. "Yuta is just the father of my child; he's Ningning’s fiancée," you said as he sat up. "Y/N, the love of your life is Yuta," he said, not wanting to look at you. "He was the old Y/N's love of her life, but I'm not the same person; we don't even share the same memories," you said, sitting up. "You really would choose me? Not Yuta, Donghyuk, Dejun, or even Doyoung?" he said with an amused expression. "Wait, I dated Doyoung?" you scoffed, remembering his gentleness in caring for you. "Not to my knowledge, even though the way he looks after you makes me wonder," he teased, laughing as your brain went into overdrive. "I'm just winding you up, Y/N; he's just a good friend, that's all," he said, laughing. "Well, I would choose you, Lee Jeno," you said as he bit his lower lip. "Then let's get married," he said with the most dazzling eyes your way. With the CEO of NCT Association as your husband, you could be the best mother to Chõ. That was the most important thing to you at that moment. Jeno was beautiful, sweet, and always by your side, and since waking, you knew falling in love would be easy.

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Memories

Wordcount; 4,517

Fandom; A.C.E., NCT 127 & L'Arc-en-Ciel

Pairing; Reader X Kim Sehyoon, Reader X Yuta Nakamoto

Characters; Kim Sehyoon, Yuta Nakamoto, Hideto Takarai Aka HYDE

Warnings; Angst, Alcohol consumption, Jealousy, Breakups, Avoidance, Lies, Oral Sex (Giving) Unprotected Sex.

Notes Chapter One of Safe, Protect & Love Forever.

Happy Birthday to my ult Kim Sehyoon 💜😘🎉🥳🎂🎁🎈🎊

Sitting in the bathroom, you hold the paper bag close to your chest as memories of your best friend flood your mind. Encouraging tears streaming from your eyes. Your first memory takes you back to the age of three. Your mother was excited that her friend from college had moved to Jeolla-do. It happened fast—from your mother screaming in excitement down the phone to meeting a boy your age, hiding bashfully behind his mother’s skirt. His cheeks were bright red when his eyes found you; even at a young age, he looked intimidated by you. But you were much more outgoing and carefully took his hand to play in the sandbox in the garden. Playdates soon became a weekly thing. By the seventh visit, you finally heard his voice, and he started to relax around you. Within a Few of months, you remember laughing and playing as if he were a part of you in every way. Scrunching the bag in your hands, you felt your heart race. Opening this bag could mean everything that once was, would disappear. You couldn't imagine a world where your best friend wouldn’t want to be near you. It made you shake in fear as your memories continued to trickle in. The first day of kindergarten was only a month away, and you both attended together. While you were buzzing with excitement, Sehyoon was the opposite. Your hand found his to calm him as his nervous smile started to shift to one that looked safe. With your mother’s excitement behind you, you both waved with your spare hands and entered your new world. While you gave Sehyoon the social support he needed, he helped you with your studies through the years. Most evenings were spent reading books while Sehyoon painted random artwork until his mother picked him up from work. Confidence left you for the first time in your life, and you threw it to the floor. Not knowing felt like a good thing at that moment, and you wanted to run. Dashing to the living room, you blasted L'Arc-en-Ciel songs out loud. But it was the wrong choice; your memories refused to leave. Your first crush was HYDE from L'Arc-en-Ciel, with posters covering your walls. You would giggle with your legs swinging in the air as you swayed your head to the rhythm of "Drink It Down." Sehyoon would look at you with a quizzical expression. While you were more into rock and Japanese Vkei, he preferred older Western music. So when your 18th birthday came, he surprised you by buying tickets to his solo concert the following November in Hokkaido, Japan. Your father took you both during his business trip. You spent most of the morning fretting when Sehyoon took you to see Aoiike. The blue-coloured lake was breathtaking, and while it relaxed you, Sehyoon looked at peace as he took photos. Holding you closer, he turned the camera to face both of you, pulling you tighter against him. It was as if the world slowed down; your heart was beating furiously, and your face burned with thoughts you never thought you would have. One of those thoughts was how you imagined his lips upon yours with the beautiful scenery behind you. Coughing, you took a step back as he looked at you with concern. "You okay?" he asked, and you nodded, praying the cold chill in the air would excuse your surely red, burning cheeks. "Yeah, just a tickle in my throat," you said, hoping he didn’t realise you were acting awkwardly. After a quick glance at his watch, he smiled and held his hand out to you. You looked at it with fear as your emotions continued to spiral out of control. "You sure you're okay?" Sehyoon asked, snapping your eyes back to him. "I think I'm dizzy from hunger," you lied, and he smiled warmly, taking your hand instead of continuing to offer it.

As if Aoiike wasn’t enough to confuse you, Sehyoon's body behind you at the concert caged you against the barricade. It took your mind deeper into the realisation that your emotions towards him were changing. His deep husky voice whispered in your ear to a song you never realised he knew. His arms held the railing on either side of your body, preventing others from bumping into you. You weren’t just safe in your best friend’s company; you felt wrapped in love and security. Your eyes were drawn to him as he licked his lips seductively without realising it. Your heart started thundering like before—it was so sexy. Your eyes widened as you spoke the word in your mind: you thought Sehyoon was sexy. His eyes found you, looking lost in your gaze, before they drifted to your parted lips, and he seemed to feel the same emotions. But unlike you, he was ready to act on them as he moved closer. You shut your eyes and turned more to face him, ready to receive his warm lips. Instead, they moved towards your ear. "HYDE is coming," he said, twisting you back to face the stage. HYDE was indeed standing just the other side of the barrier. His warm hands glided with yours as he smiled sweetly at you while singing Honey. You should have been screaming in excitement at the close contact, but instead, you were inwardly screaming about how you wanted your best friend to kiss you. The sudden realisation hit you: you wanted more than friendship with your lovable teddy bear of a friend. Your phone rings, and instead of joy at the call, you feel sick with despair. What if he knew what was about to happen? Maybe if you didn’t push for answers, you could sink your head into the sand. The message '💜🧸💜' flashing on the screen fills you with fear. He would never look at you the same way again if he knew what you had done, the exact line you crossed without his knowledge. You sat on your feelings for Sehyoon for what felt like months until you couldn’t bear it anymore. You decided that today was the day and dressed yourself up with a full makeover. You smiled as you looked at your university acceptance. As planned, you and Sehyoon would be attending Dongshin University together. Holding the acceptance letter, you made your way to Sehyoon, ready to start the next step in your lives—one where he could be your boyfriend, holding your hand at university. Arriving at his home, you heard the excitement buzzing from outside. "Oh, Sehyoon will be thrilled to share his news with you," his mother said proudly. "I knew he would get in too," you said, equally thrilled as you made your way to the living room, where Sehyoon was being cuddled by his proud father. His eyes didn’t even change the way they looked at you despite the effort you made in your appearance. "Y/N, I got in," he said, pure joy and contentment on his face. You didn’t realise he would be so thrilled to attend the university not far from your home. It was then you saw the letter slip from his father’s hand to the floor. Instead of Dongshin University, it had Seoul National University written on it. Your eyes threatened to water as you looked up at Sehyoon. "Sorry I never told you, but I didn’t think I had a chance," he said, holding your hands. Sehyoon would never be yours. This was the message from the universe. You were both going to part for new lives elsewhere and never see each other again. Gulping down the pain, you shook your head briefly before looking at him. "I’m so happy for you, Oppa," you said, feeling your very soul burn. Maybe you should have both stayed in your lanes. The messages from the universe were telling you that you both were not meant to be. But you had to be selfish; you had to keep him until you could push him beyond what could be saved.

Away from Sehyoon, you thought it would be different from your friendship. But he called you every month. You would sit chatting on the phone about your lives while he had a new girlfriend named Myung Minji. You focused heavily on your studies. Each vacation he would come home like he was your real brother, sweeping you into his strong embrace, bringing gifts and stories of his life in the city. The years ticked away similarly. This time it was you who got into a relationship; you dated a Japanese student, Yuta Nakamoto. It was the first time Sehyoon brought home Minji, showing their relationship to be much more serious. They spoke of buying a smaller apartment in Gangnam, where Sehyoon was opening a new business with four other friends he had made while in Seoul. While the calls remained, you still felt a distance between you both. It wasn’t that you were miserable; Yuta was every bit attentive. He made sure you wanted for nothing. And when he said he was moving to Seoul himself and wanted you to join him, you didn’t hesitate. What you didn’t expect, however, was for your apartment to be in the same building as Sehyoon and Minji’s. At first, it was a reunion you really enjoyed. Most weekends were shared by the four of you. While your feelings for Sehyoon weren’t entirely gone, they were quashed for Yuta and Minji's sake. Then one evening, Minji left Sehyoon. You found him heartbroken, and you cradled his drunk self to sleep in your apartment. Yuta, being the trusting boyfriend he was, never said a word, considering Sehyoon to be like your brother. He kindly offered you a glass of water and wrapped a blanket around you both, taking himself to your bedroom. However, your own pain was equal to his when Yuta came home excited about a great job opportunity in Tokyo. He was talking heavily about your lives out there and meeting his family. When he noticed your silence, he asked, "You don’t want to come with me, do you?" snapping your attention back. "It’s not that I don’t want to; it’s just that I’m not ready to leave Korea," you said truthfully, even though you meant you couldn’t leave Sehyoon so soon after his breakup. "If you're not ready to leave Korea now, you’ll never be," he said, looking hurt. "I can’t just up and leave my job like you can in a week. Also, Sehyoon needs me right now," you said as he nodded with teary eyes. "Minji was right; you’re in love with him," he said, and your eyes widened. "In love with who?" you spluttered. "Sehyoon, you’re in love with the guy you pretend is your brother," he said, sitting next to you. "Don’t be silly," you replied, but he pressed his finger to your lips. "I’m leaving in seven days. If you love me, you would come with me. I will even wait a month out there if I have to. But if you don’t have any intention of coming to live with me, then I’d rather we spent the next seven days as our last and part at the airport," he said, letting Sehyoon disappear from the conversation. The next seven days, Yuta did as he said; he spent each day with you as if you were holding on to each other tightly. "Come with me, please, I beg," Yuta said at the airport as you started crying. "I will wait a month for you to change your mind," he said, looking at you pleadingly. However, a month later, he blocked you after a goodbye text, closing off the chance of a reunion between you both. Picking up a bottle of soju, you took yourself to Sehyoon's apartment. He was already heavily intoxicated, unaware of your own heartbreak.

"Me and Yuta have officially split up?" you cried as his teary eyes looked at you, arms open for you to crawl into. You wept loudly as he kissed your crown, muttering something inaudible. "It’s okay, Y/N," he said softly, rubbing your back. "We are both stronger than this; we can get through anything when we have each other," he said, holding you tightly in his embrace. "Please don’t leave me," you sobbed, looking up at him as he stroked his finger along your lower lip. "Don’t leave me either," he said, chuckling despite the raw pain you both were enduring. "Together forever, right, as it’s always been?" you said, getting lost in his eyes. "It’s always been you; it’s always been us," he hiccupped as your heart thundered. Those very words threatened to open your closed-off emotions. "I will always be yours," you admitted, gulping in fear after they spilled. "Mine," he repeated, almost in awe at your words. Like confidence was brewing, your lips fell to his. He didn’t waste a second, moving alongside your desperate lips. His hands held both sides of your neck as he angled himself closer, letting his tongue brush deep against yours. Time melted to nothing until he picked you up on his lap, holding you against him to bring you closer. The alcohol seemed to set in deeper as he clumsily attempted to stand while holding you, and your body slammed into the counter. Wincing, he looked at you with concern as he turned you around, lifting your t-shirt. His lips found the graze as he started kissing the damage. Feeling brave, your hands fell to the front clasp of your bra, letting it fall. You were sure you heard him growl before his lips fell further up your spine. Taking the top off over your head, you turned to face him topless. His eyes were wide with desire you had never seen before. His tongue coated his lips in seduction as he picked you up and took you to the bedroom. He tossed you onto the bed with some force, and his hands went to his face in shock. "Oops, I’m too drunk to be gentle," he giggled as your mind swarmed with courage, desire, and alcohol. "Maybe we shouldn’t be doing this. You may regret it," you said as he took off his t-shirt and looked at you in horror. "I will never regret the way your eyes are eating into me right now," he said, hiccuping. "I’m not that drunk; I know what I’m doing and what I want," he added as he unbuttoned his pants, letting his cock spring up against his stomach. It was thick, veiny, and throbbing, with pre-cum dripping from the slit. With added courage, you sat forward, fondling his ass as you brought his cock towards you. Lips parted, you took him into your mouth as he moaned, causing your thighs to tighten in excitement. Eyes closed, his neck arched back, and his hand rested on your head. Beneath the misty thoughts that had long since dissipated, an inner voice emerged, one of shock that you were giving your best friend a blowjob. Your best friend, who you were still crazy about. The best friend you were still in love with. He slipped out of your mouth as you processed that thought alone. Are you in love with Kim Sehyoon? Have you always been? "I need you, pretty girl," he said softly, stroking your jaw before he gently pressed you so you were flat on the bed. He crawled on top of you as you positioned yourself further up so your legs weren’t dangling. Thighs parted, he seized the opportunity to remove your skirt and pants, leaving you naked beneath him. "You’re so beautiful," he said as his eyes raked over your body. His lips returned to yours, and you felt his heavy member poke against your thighs. Making slow thrusts, he clumsily attempted to penetrate you. After a while, you suppressed a chuckle as you helped him position himself.

Lips leaving yours, he looked into your eyes, gripping your hands as he slid inside you. You winced at the stretch as he kissed your neck until he was fully sheathed inside your warm core. Stilling for a second, he kissed along your jawline to your nose before resting his forehead against yours. He was all you saw in your drunken state, and he was all you ever wanted to see. Making love to each other made every nerve feel alive, as if you were finally where you were always meant to be. Breaking his hand from yours, they fell to the ridge of his sexy back. The feel of his muscles beneath your fingertips made your coil begin to spring. His lips fell to your collarbone, and the suckling caused a hiss to escape your lips. "Are you a vampire?" you moaned, feeling his warm, vibrating chuckles. "I will happily devour you, pretty girl," he said so huskily that your walls tightened around him. His own arousal picked up speed, and his groans were so deep that you felt euphoria wash over you. When he leaned his head into the crook of your neck, and you heard how good he felt in your ear, it was enough to push you over the edge. His mouth returned to your neck as he muffled something, and you milked him into his orgasm as he filled you up. You both lay there, him panting in your ear as you stroked his upper back until his breathing returned not to normal, but slower. "Sehyoon?" you whispered to nothing. "Have you fallen asleep?" you chuckled into the silence that answered. You rolled him off you, but his arms grabbed you, pulling you into his hold. "You trying to suffocate me to death?" you squeaked as you relented, letting your arms fall around his chest. If sex was off the charts, then holding your naked skin against his was even more so. It didn’t take long before your eyes started to fall shut; the alcohol and love-making finally took their toll. But you were suddenly woken by the door opening, Yuta and Minji standing there looking hurt and angry. "Yuta," you whimpered as a tear slipped down his cheek. "You didn’t go to Japan for him; I knew you loved him," he said, hurt and broken, and you wanted to go to him and explain. Even though you knew his words were right, you were in love with Sehyoon. "Yuta, I’m sorry," you cried as Sehyoon’s arms tightened around your body to stop you from going to him. Your eyes opened to darkness; the room was barely lit, and you were thankful it was just a nightmare. But the other side of the bed was empty—Sehyoon was absent. But before you could question further, you slipped back to sleep. You woke to the smell of a greasy fry-up; your hand fell to your stomach as it threatened to unleash itself. But you kept your restraint, and once calm, you made your way to the kitchen. "Finally, you woke your little drunken head up," he said with a smile. He looked so perfect, and your heart longed to return to last night. But suddenly, you felt awkward. What do you say to someone with whom you shared a passionate night of hot romantic sex? Sehyoon looked at you, his face unreadable, before smiling your favourite smile. "You feeling better after your drunken stupor last night? My back aches from sleeping on that thing. Do that again, and you’re having the sofa next time," he chuckled and turned his back to the frying pan. Your mind spun in confusion. "Huh?" you said, feeling puzzled by his words. "You passed out drunk, and I had to put you to bed last night. Wherever your mind was at, it sounded like you had fun," he said, still with his back to you.

"I passed out last night?" you asked, and he turned briefly to nod. Your mind was clouded with confusion—did you two not make love last night? Had it been a dream? Yuta appeared in your thoughts with his hurt and anger; maybe it was all just a fantasy. Had your crush on Sehyoon grown so large that you dreamt of making love to him? And he had heard it? Hands to your mouth, you gasped as you looked over at him humming while attempting to cook. Your face turned bright red as you ran to the bathroom. Everything felt so real, and the thought that he could hear your moans in your drunken slumber made your cheeks burn with embarrassment. Your mind tried to piece together the dream as you remembered his kisses on your lips and then the love bite... wait, he marked you. Going to your collarbone, you found it—the love bite. It wasn’t a dream; you had made love. And then anger crashed through you—he lied. He pretended as if it never happened. Why would he do that? Pain flooded you as tears streamed down your face. Unless, while drunk, he thought you were Minji, and now sober, he regretted it. Your tears were interrupted when your phone rang. As you hung up, you knew you needed to use the call as an excuse to leave. You needed your bed and space to sort through all the mixed emotions thrown your way. Pain at his denial ripped through you. He was so ashamed of you, and now you couldn’t go back. The pain returned with nausea as you rushed to the toilet to be sick. Just the memories alone burned inside you. You had avoided him since that day. You threw yourself into work, and when you eventually got the courage to visit him, you were shocked to find Minji answering his door. Her arms were wrapped around him in strong defiance. Her eyes looked as if she knew what you had done with her man and now she was back to claim him. "You got back together?" you questioned, looking to Sehyoon as he nodded, looking guilty. "That's great news! I’m so thrilled for you both. Sehyoon missed you so much while you were away," you said, hoping that your voice didn’t betray the pain your heart was enduring. With great effort, you pushed everything you felt for him down and smiled at him with a facade of happiness. "Thanks, Y/N, that means a lot," she said, smiling warmly your way. "Did you want to come in?" she asked, and you nodded. Yet again, you had to bury those emotions as if they didn’t exist. The pain of being away from Sehyoon—even as a friend—was too much to bear, and this horrible, earth-shattering pain of being with her was just about bearable. You felt guilty, but each time she touched him, you imagined Yuta. Thinking of Yuta and Minji did less damage than Sehyoon and Minji in your mind. "Do you miss him?" Minji asked one evening when they visited. "Who?" you replied, tilting your head as she giggled. "You’ve called Sehyoon Yuta twice today," she said, laughing. "Did I?" you said, biting your lip. Okay, maybe you needed to think of Yuta less... or did you? If he could forget and throw Minji in your face, you could use Yuta easily enough. It’s not that Sehyoon cared enough for you in that way. "I must have; sorry, I didn’t realise he was on my mind so much," you said as Sehyoon remained unreadable towards you. "You should call him," she said, and this time your smile was genuine. "I wish, but he blocked me when I didn’t move to Japan. You two had split up, and Sehyoon needed me, but Yuta wouldn’t wait," you said, looking at your fingers as the thought of Yuta gnawed at you. "I have his new number," she said excitedly. "I can call him if you want. Explain that now that Sehyoon and I are back together, you can go to him now," she said, her excitement palpable.

"I don’t know," you said, pausing deep in thought. Could you move to Japan and leave Sehyoon behind now that he had moved on? Your eyes looked to Sehyoon as if you needed answers from him. If he could stop denying what you two had done, maybe he would slip back into what he does best—acting like your best friend. Because since that night, all you were getting was silence from him. "Sehyoon, you should ring, explain and send her to him. I know she’s your best friend, but Yuta is her future," she said as Sehyoon looked at the phone in her hand and then back at you. "Is this what you want?" he asked, taking you by surprise. "I don’t know," you said, looking away from him. "She’s just scared; moving away to another country is a terrifying thing," Minji continued. "She’s your best friend; don’t you want her to have a new life with the man she loves?" she said to him as you closed your eyes. The man you loved wasn’t Yuta; it was Sehyoon. "Okay, I will ring him," Sehyoon said defeatedly, and your shock was evident. Not only did he deny that you had sex, acting coldly towards you, but now he wanted you completely out of his life. "You don’t need to," you said, standing up. "I wasn’t going to tell you this yet, but I’m thinking of moving back home. While I miss Yuta, I don’t want to live in Japan," you said as Sehyoon’s eyes widened at your words. "You’re going back home?" he questioned, and you nodded. "Seoul is a life I shared with Yuta, and now that we’re over, it’s time I go back to where I belong," you said as Sehyoon looked like he was about to say something but fell silent suddenly. "Thanks, Minji; thanks, Sehyoon, for helping me come to this decision," you said, smiling at both of them. "Is that truly what you want?" Sehyoon asked as you nodded. "Then ring Imo, and I will drop you home," he said, looking defeated. While you wanted to think more of his emotions, you knew he was losing a friend—nothing more. "That’s okay; I’m going to give my notice at work and then arrange to go home. You’ve got enough on your plate here," you said as Sehyoon nodded, deep in thought. Your van was scheduled to collect your stuff for storage tomorrow. But your period was late, and you were terrified of what that meant. Either you leave your best friend and love to return home, or you were going to throw his whole life into disarray by being pregnant with his child. Just the thought alone made you feel nauseous. Could you even destroy him and Minji from one night that Sehyoon didn’t even want? Picking the test up in your hands, you took a deep breath. Whatever was going to happen, you needed to face it. Something you wished you never had to when the test in your hand showed the lines you didn’t want to see. You were having your best friend’s baby!

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Safe, Protect & Love Forever

When Y/N flees following news that can cost her, her best friend Kim Sehyoon. She finds herself caught in a love triangle with Yuta Nakamoto & Son Youngjae. Before all those hidden secrets threatens to make her love dilema a square!

Memories

12 Dads

Conflicted

Hiding behind the mask

Secrets unraveled

Our Baby

+ More Chapters to be added as writing is still ongoing.

Masterlist

A.C.E. Masterlist

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Heartbeat Heartbreak

Wordcount; 7,855

Fandom; Nct Dream, Nct 127, Wayv, Aespa & Exo

Pairing; Yuta Nakamoto X Reader, Lee Jeno X Reader, Lee Donghyuk Aka Haechan X Reader, Xiao Dejun Aka Xiaojun X Reader & Yuta Nakamoto X Ning Yizhuo Aka Ningning.

Characters, Yuta Nakamoto, Lee Jeno, Lee Donghyuk Aka Haechan, Xiao Dejun Aka Xiaojun, Lee Taeyong, Lee Mark, Kim Doyoung, Kim Jungwoo, Liu Yangyang, Ning Yizhuo, Kim Junmyeon Aka Suho, Byun Baekhyun,

Warnings; Angst, Coma, Insecurity, Jealousy, Manipulation, Child Abuse (as Adults), Attempted Murder,

Notes; Chapter 18/23 of Twisted Universe

Don't forget to check out Yuta opening theme from Kamen Rider Zeztz song Playback.

Taglist; @devinitysann

You watched Jeno fall in love with the same woman you had. His eyes told you that, if anything, you were both united in wanting to protect this little girl. But his words lingered at the back of your mind. Were you avoiding seeing Y/N because the image you saw made you want to break down and channel your anger at everyone who caused her to be here? Or was it because seeing her confused your mind with everything you thought was over? While the rational side of you wanted to analyze what this meant, you were engaged to Ningning, even if her words had placed your relationship on pause. She deserved the promise you gave her when you said you would return to her, even with Y/N back. So, there was no good in seeing Y/N if it risked your emotions and feelings return.

“Father," you heard Donghyuk tremble by your side. Your eyes turned to Lee Sooman, his knuckles white from the pressure of his fist hardening, jaw so tight you were sure it would snap any second. His nose scrunched as if he were losing his battle against his own anger issues. "You think you're slick escaping. But now you won't ever be free. I will be billing this whole amount to your mother," he snapped, looking your way. In that second, you wanted to snap his neck. "I've moved your parents from the estate as your punishment," he said, turning to Taeyong and Donghyuk, the latter whimpering. His eyes widened as he saw Jeno standing over there. “Wait, is that," he said, looking towards Taeyong as you stepped between them. "She never had an abortion, did she? Just like you hid her," he asked Taeyong, stepping forward with Donghyuk. "That child is your grandchild," Taeyong said, and your eyes furrowed. Why was he stating it as a matter of fact? Mr. Lee’s face softened, and you understood he was using that information. The baby was safer as the heir’s child than yours at this moment. Before any comment could be thrown, Jeno entered the corridor, his eyes equally vengeful. "Sooman, I will only ask once nicely: leave this hospital," he growled, irritation evident on his face. “Congratulations, son," he said, switching his tone. "You've made an heir of your own," he said, tapping Jeno on the shoulder. “But I'm not even the heir anymore," Jeno replied, raising an eyebrow. "Can I meet her?" Mr. Lee asked, trying to look through the window, but you made sure to get in his way. "Me and my child have nothing to do with you," Jeno snapped, looking at him. "Not after you tried to kill her and her mother," he said, his voice wavering. “Jeno, if I knew she was pregnant with your child, I would have never," Mr. Lee said, his face showing horror. "I forgot you caused that crash because she's the daughter of your enemy," Jeno said, scratching his nose. "Real men work as a team to protect the child of a woman they love," you said, raising an eyebrow his way as you returned your focus to him. "How do you know you're not her father?" Mr. Lee asked, questioning. “Because we used protection, where your son didn't. Because she is a double of him and nothing like me," you said as Jeno's head snapped your way. "But DNA test her if you want; she's the granddaughter of you and Mr. Kim Joonhyun,” you said, arms folded in his direction. Pushing you out of his way to look through the window, he went quiet. "Why did you try and kill her father?” Taeyong asked, looking at him. "Because she turned our lives upside down, ran away, and I thought she was pregnant with Dejun's child," he said, and your head snapped up. "So you admit you tried to kill the woman I love," Jeno asked him softly. “She's bad news, son; she and her father are nothing for this family. I made a mistake bringing her here," he said, standing close to Jeno. Before Jeno could speak, the police arrived around the corner, Dejun pointing them in your direction. "Are you Mr. Lee Sooman?" they asked in perfect Korean.

"You're under arrest for the attempted murder of Mr. Xiao Dejun, his wife, and child," they added as he growled in Jeno’s face. "Wait, you said she was yours; did you lie?" he gasped as Jeno refused to look his way. "Here is the recording of his confession," Jeno said, pulling out his phone and pressing play on the recording of the conversation as Mr. Lee looked on in horror. "Mr. Son lied to you and mother," Taeyong said, stepping forward. "He saw the letters you two had been writing and decided to prevent you from marrying his daughter to spin the story of your child dying. Y/N is mother’s and Mr. Lee’s. Because of you, she turned away from her own daughter," Taeyong said as his father shook his head in confusion. Which, to be fair, wasn’t hard; even you didn’t understand. "And I've filed a case for murder in Korea against Mr. Son," Mark said, coming around the corner. Mr. Lee’s face widened further at the sight of his precious son. "I didn't kill him," he attempted to hide. "You paid Mr. Jang and Lee Sung-soo to damage his car; they have confessed, and the board is currently having a meeting to uphold Jeno as the CEO," Mark said as his father tried fighting his handcuffs. "Chaeyoon, Haewon, and Jiwon have used their shares to make sure Jeno’s in power," Mark said, as he glared at his children. "You're dead to us now," Jeno said, venom seeping from his words. "You can't do this; I won’t let you," Mr. Lee shouted as he was pulled away. “About time," Taeyong said, pulling Mark in for a hug. "I'm proud of you, hyung," Jeno said, tapping him on the shoulder. "Erm, Yuta, you might not be happy with me," Mark said, tilting your head his way. "Ningning’s in the hospital foyer," he said, and your heart thundered. While you wanted to grab her and hold her, you couldn't even think for a second about what you were going to do with your situation. You could feel everyone else's eyes on you, and before you could run for the safety of Chõ, she was standing right behind him with Jungwoo, Yangyang, and Doyoung. "Yuta," she said as you looked briefly to Taeyong before focusing on her. “How are you bearing up?" Doyoung asked, wrapping his arms around Jeno to comfort him. Yangyang held Dejun tightly, and you could hear Dejun sobbing with happiness at seeing his friend, whom he once abandoned. "Hyung, I tried to stop her from coming, but she's been nonstop worried," Jungwoo whispered in your ear as your eyes remained fixed on Ningning. "Go speak to her," Jungwoo urged, but you couldn't; you needed to escape from this. Smiling and bowing your head, you returned to the baby infant who came with no drama attached. While you thought you could escape, she followed as you closed your eyes, hands on the incubator, feeling the tears welling up. "Are you upset I came?" she asked as you shook your head. "It's just that I haven't got any energy for anyone who isn't this little bundle," you said, your eyes refusing to address her. "She's so tiny," she said, coming to your side. "She has your lips," she remarked, and your head shot to her, puzzled. “You don’t think she's yours?" she giggled as you shook your head. "I can't see me in her, but I also feel that she's mine. But I keep telling myself that's because I want her to be," you admitted, as she raked her bottom teeth over her top lip, looking away briefly. "You want her to be yours?" she questioned as you looked at her, nodding. "If I'm honest, I have since I heard of her existence," you said, looking back to Chõ. "Then if she is yours, I will support you," she said softly, coming closer to you. "I thought you said you didn't want to be a bitter stepmom," you replied, throwing her words back at her.

"How can I be when she is half of the man I love? She's so tiny and defenseless. In my mind, she was a representation of a love that I could never have. But seeing her now, she represents that however much love you could have, I can't have. Because that's a bond only a parent has," she said, her arms looping with yours. "I'm not saying I won't be bitter about Y/N or that I'm going to be an insecure bitch about her. But I know that isn’t this little one’s fault," she said as you tensed at her latter comment. "Would that still offend you?" she asked, feeling the muscle tone of your body react. "Y/N may not even make it, and if she does, she won’t be the Y/N I once knew," you said, your voice breaking. "Technically, my Y/N is dead," you said as a tear slipped. "Yuta," she said, hugging you as you breathed in, trying to shake off the emotions. "You can talk about her, you know. I may be a jealous, bitter bitch, but I know she was a big part of your life and the mother of this little one. So you can be honest with your emotions about what you once shared, as long as it's not about the present or future," she said softly as you tried to smile her way. "It's okay; I will get it together. It's not good to cry in front of my two butterflies," you said, and she smiled at your words. "So when are you going to do the DNA test?" she asked into the silence. “Only Dejun can order that; he's legally her father," you said, feeling bitter about him still. Even if he had left the free reign over the little girl, the weight of her currently being a Xiao instead of a Nakamoto was heavy. "How are things with you and Dejun?" she asked, as if you had to bare your soul. "He and Jeno rarely leave Y/N’s side, and I rarely leave Chõ’s," you admitted as she nodded. "I'm surprised you're not split between them both," she said, and you tensed at the topic. "Like I said, that is the dead body of my Y/N fighting to be someone else. Plus, like I said, all my energy is reserved for her," you said as Ningning went silent.

You had spent that first week barely leaving Chõ’s side. Ningning came to make sure you ate the food Doyoung prepared at the temporary apartment they had rented. Jeno visited twice a day, allowing you to wash yourself in the hospital family shower room. Dejun apparently visited while you were gone, not wanting to be in the same room as you. But then, you were the man who had taken over being responsible for the baby he helped Y/N nurture. While you still refused to see Y/N, you knew she was fighting. She had come off the ventilator and was breathing on her own, but there were no signs of her waking up. "I think it's time," Jeno said as you walked in, drying your hair with a towel. "For what?" you asked, as he deadpanned at you. "Well, loads of things, but I think we need to know who her father is," he said, looking unsure. "As Hyuk would say, find out whose sperm is the strongest," he added with a hint of amusement. "Okay," you replied, unsure and, if you were honest, terrified. "Dejun said he is happy for us to proceed, on the deal that we don't cut him out of her life," Jeno said, raising an eyebrow. "You mean a piece of Y/N to live on going forward?" you asked, as Jeno’s jaw tensed. "Don't speak like that when you're too chicken to even see her," he spat, and you closed your eyes, knowing his words hit the truth. "I'm not too chicken; I just won’t hold on to pent-up emotions just for her to never wake up," you said, and his jaw tightened. "You're wrong, Yuta; she will wake up. She will prove to you that she's strong enough. I will fight for her to prove you wrong," he said as Ningning and Jungwoo stood waving through the window. "We both know it's not her dying that scares you; it's being in love with the wrong woman. But that’s cool; it gives me a chance to show her the love I should have given from day one," he said as you blinked at him. "Wait, so you're going to fight for her if she wakes up?" you questioned, and he nodded. "Dejun’s going to serve her divorce papers when she wakes up. I will go back to chasing her," Jeno said, and your eyes widened. "Wait, why is he doing that?" you asked, not enjoying the feeling in your chest. "To set her free now that my father isn't around to control her emotions. But it's irrelevant, right? You have Ningning to play happy families with," he said, smirking as he walked towards the door. "What did he say to put a scowl on your face?" Jungwoo asked as Ningning pulled her arm around you. Your eyes turned to him as he waved through the window, as if he knew he had opened a can of worms threatening to eat at you. If there was no Dejun in Y/N's future, you had a chance to get her back. A family for Chõ; even if she was Jeno's, she would still be your stepchild and a part of your life. "Baby," Ningning said, bringing your attention back to her. Her beautiful, loving eyes made your world spin on an axis. You had to find a way to truly let Y/N go so you couldn't dishonor Ningning. "Sorry, just we are going to do the DNA test," you said, and her grip tightened. "Mate, I think you're worrying for nothing. I have a feeling she is yours," Jungwoo said, patting your shoulder. “How is our little Chõ, anyway?" Jungwoo asked, his hands excitedly spread out on the little mite’s incubator. "She’s doing really well; they are talking about removing her oxygen soon, and more importantly, some actual hugs," you smiled, very impatient to actually hold her. You had cleaned her, changed her diapers, and held a tiny bottle for her to suckle with the support of her nurses, but not actually held her. "That's brilliant, baby," Ningning said, genuinely pleased for you. "It's just a shame Y/N won't be awake to have the first cuddle," Jungwoo added, and you caught Ningning rolling her eyes. “Did you know she came off the ventilator last night?" Jungwoo asked excitedly, and you nodded. "Hopefully she will be awake soon," he said, clasping your shoulders as you closed your eyes briefly.

Two days passed when you, Dejun, and Jeno stood around Chõ’s incubator. Your nerves were on edge, and from Jeno’s expression, he was feeling it too. "You promise you won't cut me out, right? I'm not asking for daily input. See me as a godfather or something, but just don't cut me out," he said, fear evident on his face. "I told you I wouldn't already," Jeno said, looking frustrated as Dejun turned to you. "I suppose, even though you only got close to her because I was deliberately cut out," you moaned, hating the jealousy in your tone. “Well, here goes," he said, ignoring your comment as he opened the letter. Closing his eyes as if he didn't get the result he wanted to read, he said, "Jeno," looking at him with sorrowful eyes. "I'm sorry," he continued, placing his hand sympathetically on Jeno's shoulder. Wait, what did that mean? You thought, your heart thundering as Dejun passed you the paper. "Nakamoto is 99.99999% probability of being the paternal father to Xiao Cherub." "She's mine?" you said, your hand shaking over your mouth. "This is what it means, right?" you asked, looking to Dejun as he silently nodded. "She's mine; Chõ is mine," you gasped as Dejun tilted his head. "That's her name: Nakamoto Chõ, my perfect little butterfly," you said, looking at her tiny self. “Congratulations," Jeno said, his voice breaking, and you knew he was hurting with the result. "I'm sorry; I know I should be more, but oh my god, I'm a dad," you ranted as Jeno nodded with a soft smile. "Don't worry about me; I would be screaming it from the rooftops too," he said, pressing his hand hard on your shoulder. "I'm a dad," you chuckled as Jeno nodded, a little amused at your excitement. While Jeno suffered to see the smile on your face, Dejun walked out of the room, visibly tearful. "It's okay; I’ll check on him," Jeno said as he left to follow. "Do you hear that, little Chõ? I'm your Papa. I won't ever let you go for anything," you said, feeling the desperate need to hold her. Fingers buzzing for the nurse, you needed to hold her now. Having her placed in your arms made you cry. Her bare skin on yours as you used your jacket to keep her warm. You never imagined that you could love someone as much as you did in that moment. While you felt angered that you missed all the experiences of Y/N carrying her, you were grateful that you got to endure these moments now. To think she was made from the love you and her mother once shared. While you felt bitter thinking back to when she was faithful and in love with you, you imagined Chõ’s future. You wondered if she would show more features than just your lips. Just as that thought appeared, her eyes opened more actively than before. Your boba eyes were facing back at you, and you chuckled. "Oh, now you've decided to let me see parts of me in you," you chuckled, amused at her timing. "Do you want to feed her here?" the nurse asked as she entered the room with Chõ’s feed. "Yes, please," you giggled like a teenager in love. Passing you the bottle, you enjoyed feeding her in the comfort of your arms instead of the incubator. "The doctor said she can be moved to a cot later," she said, and you felt so proud of her for growing so well. "Do you hear that? You're going to have a big girl bed," you said, and the nurse chuckled. "Mr. Xiao, let us know you're her birth father. Congratulations," she said, and you nodded with the biggest smile on your face. "Thank you," you replied as you heard her leave the room. "The fact you're all topless snuggling this little madam tells me you've got the results," Jungwoo said, coming in with some food. "Yes, she is all mine," you beamed at him, and his smile widened. "Well, she's yours and Y/N's," he said as he grabbed his camera to take a photo. "All we need to do is get her to wake up, and then, well, yeah, I don't know your plans," Jungwoo said, eyeing you suspiciously. "To co-parent this one, I hope," you replied, not falling into his trap.

"Co-parent? I heard Dejun's going to divorce her when she wakes to give her the freedom to marry who she wants. We all know Ningning isn't your true love; it will always be Y/N, the mother of your little girl," he said, arms folded. "That's not true! Ningning was here first; I've always loved her," you said, feeling uncomfortable discussing another woman while holding your daughter. "When you were with Y/N, are you telling me you loved Ningning more than her?" he asked, and you shook your head. "I loved Y/N until I thought she got rid of our child," you admitted, and he knelt down to stop you from avoiding his eyes. "But here's the thing, Hyung: she didn't. You're holding her right now," he said, and memories of when you believed she lost her surfaced in your mind. "When she wakes, which she will, you will fall back in love with her and end up stringing Ningning along," he said, and you furrowed your eyebrows at him. "That won't happen," you insisted as Chõ whimpered. "Shhhh," you whispered, stroking her head. "See? Even she knows her dad's a liar," he said, and you glared at him. "If you're so sure, go see Y/N. Go tell her you have a daughter together that you want to co-parent," Jungwoo urged, arms folded. "She won't hear; she's in a coma, remember?" you replied, and he rolled his eyes. "Everyone knows that when you're in a coma, they can hear everything around them," Jungwoo said, and you fell silent. "Just see her, Hyung. If not for you, then for her daughter. If she heard you never bothered to visit her, she would be heartbroken," Jungwoo said as you looked at your little girl. You could see her for her right? You left Jungwoo with Chõ and made your way to Y/N. Your brain was on fire from overthinking, and your eyes fell on Dejun sleeping as he held Y/N’s hand. While you couldn't see Y/N's features or face, you could see all the tubes and her fragile hand from where you were standing. Some shaved hair and stitches from her operation made you feel sick at the sight. Jeno, who was asleep in the corner chair, caught your eye as he straightened himself before coming to you. "You came," he smiled, pleased at your appearance. "I thought you forgot the arrangement we made," he mentioned, and you remembered promising to see her when he saw Chõ. "Sorry I was late," you said, your eyes not leaving the heart monitor's numbers. "Any news?" you asked, and he shook his head. "Just that each day she doesn't wake up, the chances she won't, you know,” he paused. “increase," he said, biting his lip. "How's Chõ?" he asked as you smiled. "Perfect. She's in a big cot tonight. We may soon be able to talk about discharging her," you smiled as Jeno looked a little concerned. “Where will you go?" he asked, and you looked confused. "I am the CEO when we return. You're free to leave if that's what you choose," he said, and you looked at him, confused. "What are you saying? I'm free?" you asked as he smiled warmly. "And Ningning, if she wants. I won't force anyone to stay around; all contracts will be ripped up," Jeno said as you hugged him tightly. "Thank you, thank you," you whimpered as he patted your shoulder. "Just promise me if Y/N wakes up, you won't try to take Chõ from her," he said more seriously, and it dawned on you that even now, you couldn't escape completely. Y/N was the mother of your child, and while she was in this state, everything going forward was uncertain. "I can promise that. Can I stay for a while?" you asked, and he nodded. "There will probably be a big change in the estate soon, so at the least, I hope you can come back to the main house," he said, and you nodded happily at the temporary new arrangement. "When Y/N wakes, will you move to Japan, though?" he asked, and you nodded. "My plan eventually will be to go home. Chõ will live between me in Japan and her mother in Korea," you said as he nodded. "With Ningning?" he asked, and you smiled.

"Yes, Jeno, with Ningning," you repeated, and he chuckled. "You haven't walked in there and seen her properly yet. You seem so sure," he said confidently. "It's okay, Jeno; you can chase her. I've seen her, so I know there isn't anything that once was," you said, trying to walk off, but his hand caught your wrist. "You know I'm standing here and can see the same, right? You haven't actually seen her face," he said, deadpanning. "Dejun said he wanted a shower but fell asleep. So we will leave to let you have time with her," he said as you nodded reluctantly. Dejun stretched and rubbed his eyes as Jeno spoke to him. His eyes looked swollen and puffy, showing his heartbreak. You should take comfort in how much he loves Y/N, but it stings and hurts. It's a reminder that he and Y/N together represented the missing months of your daughter growing in Y/N’s womb. The tears and anguish you endured were heavy. Silently, without words, he walked past you as Jeno pressed his hand to you to walk forward. Taking a deep breath, you walked into the room. The machine was deafening as your eyes focused on the chair Dejun was sitting on. Looking up at her, you whimpered at the sight. While she didn't look as bruised as she did a week prior, she was still fragile. Her cheekbones were easily seen through her features, and her arms looked like they didn't even have any flesh on them, making you want to cry. She looked as fragile as she did when you first found out she was pregnant. "Oh, sweetie," you sobbed as you heard her heartbeat speed up briefly, which made you chuckle. "I love you too," you giggled, seeing her in a coma and responding to your voice. "Mother like daughter; you seem to know when I'm around when you're so fragile," you said, remembering how Chõ responded when she hadn't heard your voice before. "Y/N, why did you do it? Why did you lie and tear me apart?" you asked, holding her hand as the machine picked up her heart beating faster again. "I went to hell and back because I thought you got rid of my baby to get rid of me," you said, letting your tears fall. "I can't say I can forgive you for that, but I'm grateful you did well carrying our daughter," you said, rolling your thumb over her delicate hand. "She’s beautiful, Y/N. She looks just like you with your nose and dimples. But she has my lips and eyes," you chuckled, feeling proud of what you both created. You looked at her, feeling the love and warmth snapping right at you. A love that had been held back, a love that scared you. "Y/N, when you left me, I got back with Ningning," you said, gulping as you let the words fall. "We're engaged to be married," you added, looking at your hands. "Y/N, I have to let you go. I can't have these emotions right now," you said, hating to let those words fall. "I can't do to Ningning what you did to me. I know how much it hurts. So I won't be visiting often. I can’t, Y/N; I will be praying by a closed window. But I can't visit you again," you said as tears began to roll down your cheeks. "I will look after our daughter until you're back on your feet. Once you are, I'm going back home to Japan with Ningning. I will arrange for us to split Chõ’s life between us both in Korea and Japan," you said, your eyes still refusing to look at her. "It's not that I'm choosing Ningning over you," you said, tears falling as you looked at Y/N’s fragile body. "It's that I can't come back after all the hurt I've endured. I can't fight when Jeno, Dejun, and even Donghyuk are after your heart," you said, looking at her through wet eyes. “But know this, Y/N: I do love you. I love you so much it hurts. I just need to be an honest and loyal man," you said as you laced your fingers with hers. "I’ll hold you in my heart until I die myself," you said, kissing the top of her hand. Standing up, you tucked her sweaty hair behind her ear and kissed her forehead. "Love you, Y/N," you sobbed, hating that you were turning your back on your lifeless former fiancée.

It was as if she could hear your words; her heart sped up as the machine started beeping its warning. “Please, Y/N, don't do this," you whimpered, waiting for the heart rate to slow, but instead, it got faster. The doctors rushed in as you stood against the wall. "Mrs. Son," the nurse said as the doctor flashed his light in her eyes. "What's going on?" Dejun asked, running into the room with panic on his face. "Can we ask you to leave?" the nurse requested as you both stood there. Did your words cause this response? Did hearing how you were letting her go cause her to let go of her life? "What happened?" Jeno asked, going pale as your feet finally took you outside the room. "Her heart was beating really fast," you said as you watched the nurses take Y/N's blood. "She was fine until you went into that room," Dejun said, glaring at you. "Her heart raced a few times; I thought it was because she heard my voice," you said, feeling your own heartbeat quicken. "What's happening?" Dejun asked as the doctor emerged. "She’s a little tachycardic, which is fine; it could be that she has an infection. But it could also be that she was experiencing a Sympathetic Brainstem Attack," the doctor explained, and you looked to the window. "It could be that something triggered her, even in her coma. It's common for patients with severe brain injuries like Mrs. Son," he said, and you closed your eyes. "Your words, which you didn't think she really heard, must have brought such sadness to trigger an event like that." Your head began to spin as your hands fell to the window, and you felt like passing out. Your whole relationship with Y/N and Ningning wasn’t just threatening to cloud you, but also Y/N too. "I need fresh air," you said as Jeno placed a concerned hand on your shoulder as you walked out of the corridor. For the first time in days, you went outside. You were in love with Y/N; you knew it, but nothing good could come from the relationship when she had a husband. You also had a fiancée, and she had an ex-fiancé who she cheated on you with. You needed to avoid Y/N at all costs during her recovery, for both your sakes.

"Look, they said it's just a neurostorm; we just need to ban Yuta from her and then work to get her back to Seoul," he said, his eyes on Y/N. "We don't need to; he told Jungwoo he won't be visiting while she's recovering again," you said as he clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. "God made him that baby's father, and he’s just torturing and abandoning her. I know he's hurt, but this is one step too far," Dejun growled, further annoyed by your words. "You know we won't leave you, right?" he added, allowing his fingers to lace with Y/N's. "You're divorcing her, remember?" you said, raising an eyebrow as he rolled his eyes. "I said I will sign the papers, and it's up to her whenever she wants to hand them in and make it official or not," he said, pulling closer to her. You had noticed one thing since Yuta’s visit: her eyes were wet, as if she were fully aware of the words Yuta spilled. Evidence of the pain of losing her true love. Dejun hadn't noticed, and you didn't want to make him aware. While your emotions were numb, his were oversensitive. "Any news?" Doyoung asked two days later as he came into the room. Dejun was visiting the baby during Yuta’s daily shower. Something that, despite his dislike for Yuta, he still wanted to keep. "The doctors are hoping to start the arrangements for her transfer in the next couple of days," you said as he nodded, happy for you. "I'm so happy to hear that we can get her closer to home," he said as he went into her wash bag to collect the soft brush and dry shampoo he brought for her. "It’ll be better if she snaps out of this and wakes," you said, frustrated that there seemed to be no signs of her waking. "Well, Y/N always liked to keep us all on our toes," he remarked, spraying her hair before brushing it. It had been Doyoung's regular schedule since arriving. He had admitted that he gave her a hard time because of the situation with you, but he had actually softened towards her without telling her. Something he had promised to rectify when she woke. "That she does," you admitted as you looked at your hand holding hers. "I wouldn't change it for the world, though; if she just woke up," you said, watching him brush her bangs from her eyes. "Did you hear the news about Chõ?" he asked, and you nodded. "Dejun told me last night; they are hoping to discharge her tomorrow," you said as he nodded. "He has asked for her to remain here until Y/N’s ready to leave. He felt that they shouldn't be separated too far from each other," he said as you noticed the wetness in Y/N’s eyes return. "Every time someone mentions him, she cries," you admitted as Doyoung looked at her briefly. His fingers slid down her face as his eyes widened. "How long has she been doing that?" he asked, getting a cloth to wipe her face. "Since he told her he didn't love her," you said, and Doyoung flinched. "He didn't say that; he said he had to let her go. But Jeno, if she’s showing emotions, it’s a good thing, right?" he asked, and you nodded. "If she can show emotion, then somewhere in that sleepy head is not just Y/N but our Y/N," he said excitedly.

Three days passed as the specialised medical plan brought Y/N and Chõ back to Korea. While you, Taeyong, Dejun, and Yuta flew back with them, the journey was silent. Each of you feared any hiccup in the sky. You managed to arrange, at Yuta’s request, a VIP suite. While Chõ didn't need medical care, Yuta continued to plead that his daughter was as close to her as she could be. He however, turned down your suggestion of placing Chõ in Y/N's hospital room due to his continued demand to not see Y/N again. When Taeyong brought Chõ to meet her mother, some tears slipped at how big she had gotten in just a few days since you last saw her. "Look, Y/N, it's your daughter," he said, placing her on Y/N's chest. Her heart monitor beeped briefly before calming. "Her name is Chõ," he said as he stroked his sister’s hair while making sure his other hand didn't leave the little bundle. Her tiny fingers roamed her hospital gown, and little noises escaped her as she could smell her mum wanting to nurse. “This is your Eomma," Taeyong cooed, and you couldn’t help but smile. But you felt a bittersweet regret that she was sleeping through this whole moment. Dejun entered from the bathroom at that moment, his smile bright as he saw the cute little moment. "I'm glad Yuta gave permission for this," he said as you looked at him. “Sorry, force of habit," he said sheepishly. You had all agreed to avoid mentioning Yuta around Y/N. You couldn't bear to see her tears upon hearing his name when she should be fighting to wake up. “She's getting big, isn't she?" you asked, trying to change the subject. "Yes, she is; she is just so perfect," he said, sounding like a proud father. Just at that moment, Chõ started crying as Dejun went to her. "It's okay, Cherub; it's mummy," he cooed, using the name he once gave her. "Y/N, it's our little cherub; she's so beautiful. If you wake up, you can see," he said, pleading like he did most days. Taeyong placed her pacifier in as he cooed until she calmed. "I'm talking to the doctors about having a team for her at home," you said as Dejun stood up, confused. “She needs the medical team for when she wakes up," he said with worry. "They feel that this may be a permanent issue; we can't live at the hospital forever," you explained, following what the doctor had mentioned earlier. "Wait, what?" Taeyong said, his eyes on yours. "She's been in a coma for a month. If she was going to wake up, she would have done so by now. Not even her daughter will wake her," you said, and Dejun shook his head, refusing to accept it. "You want to give up on her?" he asked, closing his eyes briefly. "No, I want to make it clear I'm not ready to fail her. Just bring her home, set a life around her at the main house. Give her a whole medical team so that we can get back to our lives," you said as Dejun seemed further enraged. "Get back on with our lives?" he scoffed as you bit your lip, understanding his anger. "If I don't return to the estate and take my CEO responsibilities, the board will find someone else to take the job. In which case, you will all be forced to return to work anyway. Nothing changes; instead of all of us sitting by her bedside, we work around each other," you explained as Taeyong nodded, understanding. “Dejun, the home environment might benefit her. Plus, it means Chõ can leave the hospital too and start her life," he added as he bit his lip in pain. "But what if she suddenly stops breathing?" he said in panic. "We will have the best medical team with us. I'm currently talking to my father’s medical team itself," you assured him as Dejun scrunched his nose. "We all know EXO are the best medical team my father has ever employed," you said as Dejun relaxed. "But EXO's medical facility is on the other side of the estate," Taeyong questioned.

It had been over three months since the accident. Everyone took turns to sit with Y/N so she was never alone. But you had all given up hope. You had started to take meetings away from the estate, but only far enough that meant you could return before midnight. You still craved your daily interaction with Y/N. Dejun had moved reluctantly but under Ten’s advice to his new apartment in the house. But like you, he still craved his daily visits with Y/N. Yuta had pulled you aside to talk about taking Chõ to Japan with him. While it broke your heart that he too had given up on Y/N, you could understand his desire to give Chõ a life without worries about her mother's medical health. Your conditions, as much as it hurt, were to see Y/N one final time before taking her child away from her. Reluctantly, he entered her room where you were waiting by Y/N’s side. Your hands clasped with hers as a defence of comfort. He trembled at the view of Y/N lying there. While her breathing tube was removed, she was still on oxygen and a feeding tube. "Hi, sweetie," he said, looking awkwardly at you. "It's okay; I will stand outside the door," you offered, turning your back to the open door. "Hey, is this your mummy?" you heard him say as Chõ babbled. “She's 100 days old today," he said proudly. "She's even smiling and laughing; you know what? She has my smile," he chuckled, and you smiled to yourself. You knew Yuta was proud of his daughter sharing his favourite feature. "Y/N, I want to take her home to Japan," he said, his tone softening. "Obviously, if you wake up, I will arrange to bring her back," he said, choking a little. "But our little girl needs a new setting, peace, tranquility, and to meet her grandmother," he said, his voice breaking. "While your mum tries, I don't completely trust her," he admitted, and you understood. Upon Y/N’s return to the estate, Chaeyoon pushed against Taeyong’s orders to visit Y/N. She was in pure remorse for punishing her for not believing she was her daughter. While you thought it was for show, you found her praying often for her daughter to wake up and hate her, as it would mean she would be awake to do so. "You will wake up, though, right, Y/N? You're missing so much of our daughter’s life; I hate it so badly. She needs both her parents," he whimpered as Chõ started whining herself. "It's okay; Papa doesn't mean to get upset; just this is so hard," you heard him sob. "Y/N," he said, his tone changing. "Jeno, she's… I think she's waking up!" he shouted as you dashed inside the room. Y/N’s fingers were moving as Yuta grabbed onto her hand with his free one. You dashed to the medical alarm above the door to alert the medical team. "Y/N," you called, moving to the other side of her bed. Her eyes flickered open briefly, rolling to the back of her head before shutting again. "Can we just get to her?" the doctor asked as Mr. Kim Junmyeon entered, flustered, as he and Doctor Byun called her name. Mr. Kim flashed his light into Y/N’s eyes as you heard her moan. "She's awake, right?" you asked into the silence as the medical team worked on her. Taeyong, Donghyuk, and Dejun, who were linked to the medical alarm, dashed in. "What is it?" they whispered as the team worked on her. "I think she's waking," you said, a smile bright on your face. Taeyong looked so relieved he almost fell backwards. "She did it," Donghyuk sobbed emotionally as Dejun stepped as close as he could to her in complete silence. Y/N’s eyes flashed open as they took in her husband. "Y/N," he whined, taking a step closer. Her eyes fell on Yuta, lingering a little longer, tears falling from them before they closed once more. "Is she okay?" Dejun whimpered, terrified she’d fallen back asleep.

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The Sadistic &

Masochist's Playhouse

Wordcount; 6k words

Fandom; The Boyz, Viviz & Badvillian.

Pairing; Reader X Ji Changmin & Reader X Kim Sunwoo, Chloe Duong & Ji Changmin X Kim Yewon Aka Umji, Ju Haknyeon, X Song Hyemin. Reader X Hur Hyunjun, Reader X Son Youngjae Aka Eric.

Characters; Ji Changmin, Kim Sunwoo, Ju Haknyeon, Hur Hyunjun & Song Hyemin

Mentions; Son Youngjae Aka Eric, Choi Chanhee, Kim Yewon, Lee Juyeon, Chloe Duong, Kim Yewon Aka Umji

Warning; Angst, Possessiveness, Insecurity, Jealousy, Fingering, BDSM, Sadist Changmin, Soft loveable Sunwoo, Masochist Reader, Hair Pulling, Choking, Spanking with a Belt, degrading and unprotected sex (reader on pill)

Notes; Sequel to Bad Misunderstanding

Happy Inter-Zection ❤️

"Your silence is scaring me," Sunwoo said after confessing his feelings. But like Changmin with you, you hadn't looked past the fake relationship that was just an itch to scratch. Here you were, finally looking at someone who wanted you. A man with a bad history of being a total fuckboy so bad that you named them the Hongdae boys in college. "It's because I don't know how I feel about you," you said honestly. "This was supposed to be about hurting Changmin; we weren't supposed to develop feelings," you continued, watching as he stared at the blanket on the bed. "Can I say to give me time to think it over? It's not like I wasn't exclusive to you anyway," you added, noticing Sunwoo's eyes light up. "Wait, so you were exclusive to me the whole time?" Sunwoo asked, excitement evident in his voice as you nodded. "I know I give off an image that I'm a ho, but I've literally only slept with two people in my life—Eric and you," you explained as he tilted his head towards you. "Not even Hyunjun?" he questioned. "We almost did, but he got a call from some girl he had been trying to get into bed with. I already got what I needed from him to get Changmin back," you admitted, seeing the surprise in Sunwoo’s eyes. "And Eric? Yeah, I lost my virginity to him in the alley behind the club, knowing full well that Changmin would find us. One of the most painful ways to enter the world of sex, I know," you said, recalling Eric's furious reaction upon finding out you let him pop your cherry just to get back at a man. He had shed the mask of fuckboy from that moment on, just like Sunwoo was doing to you right now. "So the Hongdae boy is holding up his jean jacket for little ol' me?" you teased, and he rolled his eyes in amusement. "So we are fake dating but being exclusive to each other?" he asked, and you nodded. "For now, yes," you replied as he leaped onto you, pinning you to the bed. "Then while your heart isn't mine yet, this—" he paused to press his fingers between your folds. "This is mine," he demanded as you nodded at his sudden possessiveness. You wondered how it would have felt to hear those words fall from Changmin's lips. "Only I can do this to you, right?" he pouted, slipping his fingers into your core. He slid his digits into your moist, dripping warmth, and your hands fell to his upper arm as you became a moaning mess beneath his fingertips. "You're so wet for me; you need my cock to fuck those walls again, don't you, baby girl?" he hummed, and all you could manage was a moan in response. You were fully naked with only the bedsheet around you. His lips trailed down your breasts as he suckled around the sensitive nub while his fingers continued their assault. "Just tell me you want my cock, and I'll fuck you till the neighbours know my name," he threatened. Sex with him was usually just a means to an end, but suddenly it felt different, and you would be lying if you said you didn't like it. "Please give me more," you whimpered, and he chuckled as he removed himself from your core. Lowering his boxers, his cock fell heavily against your thighs, rubbing the tip against your nub. Slowly, he pressed in, taking his time to fully sheath himself deep within you. He built a rhythm, his eyes never leaving you. You could feel him hold back, taking his time to savour your expressions as he unlocked your secrets. This was new for him; normally, he was quick to satisfy his own needs. In fact, a part of you felt a little impatient as you moved your pelvis to meet him, encouraging him to increase his speed. "I'm the only one who gets to feel your pussy wrap around me," he demanded, grunting as he held back from letting go. "I'm fucking only you," you responded, and for him, that was enough. It was like he knew that his deep grunts and growls made you weak, and he delivered a set of his own desperation for release. He felt so good that you couldn’t stand to play with him any longer, and you climaxed around him.

"You have a visitor," Hyemin said, entering your room. You looked up at her in surprise. "It's okay; Haknyeon and I will go out while you both talk," she added, leaving you further puzzled. Entering the room, you found Changmin looking anxious yet perfect, making your heartbeat fast and heavy. "Hi," he said softly, as if you both hadn't been indifferent for the last couple of months. "What's up?" you asked, walking to the coffee machine and turning it on. "I think we need a truce and the chance to talk. I miss not having my friend," he said softly as you placed two cups next to the machine. Something that made him smile. "Well, you're the one who felt—" "You're not needy or desperate," he cut you off. "I've never thought that of you. I just heard Chanhee talk about you romantically, and it kind of made me jealous. So I told him you were the kind of person that he hates in a relationship," he admitted, and your eyes widened. "I'm sorry I never chased you to tell you that. Until recently, I wasn't even aware that was why you’ve been upset with me," he said, looking nervous. "What about Kim Yewon?" you asked, and his eyes widened. "You saw that too? Why didn’t you just talk to me about this at the time?" he grumbled, showing annoyance. That you weren't sure was aimed at you or himself. "Y/N, I told her I was having mixed emotions for you and didn’t know if I had a crush on you or not. She kissed me to see how I would respond. I didn't like it one bit and told her it felt odd. I didn’t ask her for that kiss, yet at the same time, it made me realise that I did indeed like you too," he admitted as your heart raced. Two days ago, Sunwoo confessed his love, and now the man your heart wanted more than anything was doing the same. "Y/N, I'm going to say what I should have said. I want you. I like you too," he said as you had to hold onto the counter to stop yourself from falling. "But now I know it’s too late. I know you and Sunwoo are in an open relationship. But if it's open, consider me, please," he said, walking towards you as your mouth went dry. He was saying all the words you had dreamed of hearing from him, explaining his actions and misunderstandings. But this time, he was wrong about one thing. "Me and Sunwoo are not in an open relationship," you said softly, his puppy eyes filling your mind. "Y/N, shut the fuck up! I saw him with another woman just three nights ago," he scoffed in pure annoyance. "Yes, and the following morning, he told me that he felt nothing for her and that it was me he wanted. He’s going to be honest with me from now on," you replied, and he looked between bewilderment and horror. "He's a fuckboy, Y/N. He always will be," he scoffed in despair. "Please reconsider your relationship with him and reconsider your emotions towards me," he pleaded. "I’ll give you time to think it all over," he said, and you could only nod. "Y/N, I'm sorry for everything I've done to make you become this person you are now. But know I do like you—like crazy. That I also miss you too," he said after stepping closer. "If you don’t come to me as my forever, then please come back as a friend," he said, cupping your face. "I'm the one needy for you," he added, which brought out a whimper. Kissing your cheek, he left the apartment, leaving you in silence with nothing but your thoughts. You could move in two different ways: date Sunwoo officially, as you said you were considering. Or end the fake yet exclusive relationship with him for Changmin—the man who owned your heart. It suddenly dawned on you who you truly wanted, and unlike Changmin, you weren't going to let this drag on any longer. Grabbing your phone, you ordered a taxi.

Arriving at the apartment of the lads you fondly yet mockingly called the Hongdae boys, you slipped through the complex door to the level of their accommodation. At the door, you found the answer you always knew you would. Sunwoo was in his boxers, a woman chuckling at some random joke he had told. "So much for exclusive," you growled, making his eyes widen in fear as he dashed towards you. Not caring that his neighbours could see his bare skin. "It's not what it looks like," he said, showing the vulnerability he displayed the other day. "She's Eric's girl," he clarified, and she looked to him before you and nodded. "He was really good too," she said, giggling like the cat that caught the cream as you felt your face heat up. "Get home safely," Sunwoo said to her as she nodded, taking one last glance at his body. "Lucky you," she said with a sly grin as she left in the lift. "Are you going to make me stand here naked for much longer?" he grinned, amused. "Kim Sunwoo cares about people seeing him naked?” you mocked teasingly as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders, bringing you inside the apartment. Girls were sprawled everywhere in the home, and your eyes widened in realisation of what you were witnessing. "I haven't touched a single one, I swear," he said desperately, wanting you to believe him. "Let's go to my room," he said, pulling you past the bodies of what you were sure was Hyunjun surrounded by several girls. Opening the bedroom door, you found two girls entangled on the floor of his room. "I know none of this looks good, but I swear they just passed out there when I refused to let them sleep with me. They did their little show," he explained, pausing as his eyes opened wide in fear of the picture he painted. "I totally didn’t watch, I promise," he added as you rolled your eyes. "And then they fell asleep where they are still lying; I swear," he insisted before leaning down to rouse the girls. One took a look at the barely dressed Sunwoo, grabbing him unexpectedly, causing him to fall into her. She rolled him onto his back as her lips attacked his. With a face full of annoyance he pushed her off him. "I told you to cut it out; I have a girlfriend, who is right there," he snapped in horror as he scrambled to stand up. "And I’d fuck her too," she said with a wink your way. "For fuck's sake! My girl’s not like that! Please vacate my bedroom," he said, irritated as she looked at him pondering her next move before waking the other girl. The second girl was much more timid, taking one look at you before leaving the room. "If you both change your mind, let me know," the first girl said over her shoulder with a wink at you as she exited. "Wow," you said, going to Sunwoo's bed, shocked by everything you had witnessed that morning. "Was last night a party or something?" you asked, and he chuckled nervously, sitting next to you. "Does Eric Sohn and Hur Hyunjun need an excuse to hook up?" he chuckled. "It was one of their parties," he added before taking your hand in his. "If you choose to be in a real relationship with me, I will make sure these parties stop happening here—or at least when I'm present," he said desperately. "Sunwoo, I can’t lie to you," you admitted, looking as he blinked at you. "Changmin told me he likes me and that the thing I did to get back at him never happened the way I thought," you confessed as Sunwoo nodded, his eyes closed. "So you've chosen him," he said, paling. "Yes, I like him so badly it hurts. And what the bitterness has done to me, I don't like," you explained as he fell quiet for a moment. "Is seeing all these women what made you change your mind? Are you just saying that to help me feel less guilty for my past?" Sunwoo questioned, showing his vulnerability.

Texting Changmin to meet somewhere, you smiled and made your way to the location. Arriving at the treehouse by the woods near your parents' home, you climbed up into the death trap. It was amazing that it was still in one piece, even if it looked like a whole army of spiders had taken it over. Swiping at the cobwebs, you sat at the entrance, your legs dangling down as you awaited your lover's arrival. You didn't have to wait long before Changmin appeared. Looking exhausted as if he had run all the way to the place where you and he had played mummy & daddies as children. "Are you planning on dying in that death trap?" he scorned, looking up at you. "Well, it's a good way to die, don’t you think?" you teased, jumping up and down and shaking the tree with your weight. "Y/N, seriously get down; you're making me anxious," he scolded as you opened your hand towards him. "I can't afford to hurt this beautiful face, so forget me coming up there," he scoffed as you manoeuvred to return inside. "Y/N, seriously, get down," he demanded as you giggled, moving further in. "Don't make me come up there," he growled, reminding you of your mother. "Or what?" you challenged him, and he huffed. You could feel the tree swaying as you waited for his annoyed expression, which didn’t disappoint. "I will tie you to this goddamn tree myself and whip you with its branches if we fall," he threatened, causing you to laugh at the arousing vision he painted. "Is that something I can volunteer for?" you smirked, making him laugh with you as he sat by your side. "You wouldn't be able to handle my torture," he threatened, and you smirked, amused. "Wow, Changmin, you make it sound like you want to torture me," you said playfully. "If you knew the things I’ve imagined, you wouldn't have messaged me, let alone frustrated me by climbing a death trap," he said, his eyes widening in a playful attempt to scare you. "I'm your friend; don’t you think I know your kinks?" you teased as he looked at you in awe. "You know my what?" he gasped, his jaw slack. "I overheard you and Juyeon once talking about how you got off watching some porn involving rope, handcuffs, and flogging," you said, blushing. "And you told me you liked me knowing that?" he asked, shocked as you nodded. "Okay, don’t laugh, but I got off watching porn that showed the girl choking. I imagined that was us," you admitted, looking at your feet. "L/N Y/N, you’re my gentle, naive princess—who corrupted you?" he smirked, impressed. "Well, you did. After hearing that, I think that was when I realised I liked you because it was you I imagined doing all sorts to me. You’re also someone I deeply trust; I know trust is the most important thing in those kinds of sessions," you explained, and he chuckled before cupping your face. "Where have you been my whole life?" he asked as you rolled your eyes. "Right by your side," you grumbled. "Are you grumbling at me right now? You know the rules, yet you grumble," he snapped as your eyes lit up. "Bite me," you scoffed playfully, riling him up. "Oh, so we aim to be bratty, do we?" he glared, his eyes filled with wonder and fascination directed at you. "Bratty? Moi? No, I just like annoying you," you said, leaping onto him and knocking him to the ground. Your lips searched for his, but he pushed you off him. Not to remove you, but so he could pin you to the floor of the treehouse. His hands found your hair, roughing it just enough to sting your scalp. "Hey, bitch, I can annoy you much worse," he snorted in your face. Hearing his insult towards you made your heart thump heavily. "I should punish you for Eric, Hyunjun, and Sunwoo," he snapped, real pain shining in his eyes. "And maybe I should punish you for Yewon and Chloe," you shouted back. "I told you about Yewon and Chloe—well, that was your punishment," he grumbled as his knee found your crutch. "Then I’ve been punished," you smirked as he bit his lip in amusement.

"No, that’s just punishment for Eric," Changmin said in jealousy as his knee swirled around your nub. "I didn’t sleep with Hyunjun; you didn’t sleep with Yewon,” You moaned a little, which made him smirk. "So what's the punishment for Sunwoo then?" he demanded as your hands fell to the waistband of his jeans. The warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips made you feel electric. "If that's what you need, then you can fuck someone. Just let me watch," you said, feeling turned on by the thought instead of jealousy. "You are such a ho for women just as much as men," he snapped, seeing through you as he pinned your wandering hands above your head. "And you wouldn’t like that? Two girls kissing, sucking, fucking…" you said slowly and seductively, causing his knee to press in harder, eliciting a moan from your lips. "You," you muttered beneath the moan. "Y/N, as much as that would be hot, you're mine now. Not a single soul will touch you—just me," he said possessively. "Then touch me. Touch me all over," you pleaded, desperate for more. "No, I want you needy and desperate," he said softly, and your eyes widened at his words. "You are needy and desperate, Princess, and I couldn’t want it any more than I do now," he said gently, his eyes mirroring the warmth you were use to. "Please kiss me," you begged, and he smiled like he had won some kind of victory. "That’s it, princess. Begging is what I need from you," he said as he kissed your exposed collarbone. His lips trailed up your neck, and your fingers finally escaped his grip, reaching for his shoulders. Pleasure rippled through you the moment your lips connected. The way his tongue glided against yours made your breath hitch. Fingertips dipped into his warm flesh; you lost yourself in him. Breathless, doe-eyed, and with puffy swollen lips, he pulled away without hiding his emotions. Silence filled the derelict treehouse as you both stared into each other’s eyes. "Y/N, can I fuck you?" he asked, seeking permission as you nodded. "I won’t take any prisoners; will you allow me to do whatever I want?" he asked, and you nodded, smiling. "I trust you," you said, as he returned his smile. "You’re just so adorable; how can you handle me! Handle this!” he asked, a hint of doubt in his voice. Sitting up, you cupped his face, staring into his eyes. "If it's too much for me to handle, we have safe words," you explained, and he nodded, his confidence returning. "You have to tell me if it's too much. Promise me," he said softly, brushing his thumb along your bottom lip. "I promise," you said as he tucked a hair behind your ear. His lips pressed against your temple as you closed your eyes, absorbing the feel of him on you. Suddenly, he pulled your hair, scrunching it a bit harsher than before. You yelped, and he smirked. "Red if it’s too much, princess, and you want me to stop. Yellow if it's a tad uncomfortable, and you need me to calm down. Green is all safe. White is I want more, faster, or harder. You got it, princess?" he instructed, his spare hand stroking your jaw. Nodding, he pulled harder, eliciting a hiss from you. "Words," he snapped. "Yes, babe," you said softly as he yanked your hair again. "Yes, Sir," he demanded, and your eyes widened at his request. "Yes, Sir," you repeated, and he bit his lip. "That little whore voice knows how to make me hard, doesn’t it? You’re truly trying to make me a feeble man at your feet," he said, stroking your hair softly. "But I believe you owe your punishment for Sunwoo," he stated, sitting back on his heels. "Unbutton me," he demanded, and your eyes landed on his jean buttons and the belt above them. Your hands fell to them as you unbuckled his belt and fiddled with the buttons. But before you could pull his jeans down, his hands pressed down tightly around yours.

"Remove my belt," he demanded in a sultry tone that sent shivers down your spine. Holding the material in your hands, he half-smiled, mischief glinting in his eyes. The anticipation made your thighs coat with needy desperation. "Hand me it," he said, extending his hand as you obeyed. "Open your hand," he commanded, and you raised an eyebrow but proceeded nonetheless. He whipped the belt gently against your palm. "Colour," he demanded, looking intently at you. "Green," you said as he watched your expressions closely. He whipped again, this time a little harder, asking the same question and earning the same response. A small half-smile spread across his face. Another swift of the material bit but didn’t hurt. You answered 'green' before he could even ask, and he looked impressed with your quick reply. The next strike stung a lot more but was bearable, so you responded the same way. Biting your lip was your instinctive response to the fifth strike, but you remained on 'green' as your answer. His head tilted with suspicion before the sixth strike landed hard, lingering with sharp pain. "Mild orange," you said, earning a small chuckle from him. "You think you might handle it? Is that what mild orange means?" he asked, amused. "It means it hurts, but I might be at my threshold," you explained as he nodded before delivering another strike. This time, the welts on your palm began to appear. "That stings like a bitch, but I think this might be my threshold," you said, and he nodded. "But do another strike so I can be sure," you urged, surprising him, but the slight concern beneath his eyes was evident. He whipped it with so much force that it caused you to whimper, but you could withstand it just about. "More to be sure," you said as Changmin tightened his grip around the belt. "In fact, give it your best shot," you challenged, and you could see him whimper in anticipation. "Take my other hand so I know it's not the numbness from the previous," you suggested, offering him your other palm. His eyes searched yours in worry, but then he closed them, breathing deeply. When he opened them again, they were darkened by something you’d never witnessed before, and it was hot. You suddenly had the desire for this to be your ass, not just your palm. His strike landed hard, stinging and burning. Your response was nothing but a string of curses as you held your throbbing palm. His hands reached for your palm, kissing the welts over and over in consolation. "That would be orange," you said as he looked surprised at your response. "Not red?" he asked, and you shook your head. "That would be the last strike I think I could handle—like the finale," you explained as he bit his lip, likely in arousal but also impressed. His lips returned to yours with much-needed passion. His own fingers rushed to pull his bottoms down—yours as well. It was as if he was desperate to unravel you both. His lips never left their attack on you until he removed your upper clothing. Soon, you found yourselves naked and bare before each other. He looked as though he had been taken out of his body, staring at you, unable to say a word. But his cock was hard and throbbing against his stomach. You instantly wanted to grab it and play, but he pinned you back to the floor. This time, his mouth suckled around your collarbone, and you hissed from the contact of his teeth digging into your flesh. Instead of letting the pain take over, you found yourself enjoying the thrill of his claim on your skin. Even when he broke the skin around your sensitive bud, you screamed into the air as blood dripped down your body. Your throbbing nub screamed for attention as it enjoyed the sensations that followed the pain. Like he could hear your unspoken words, his marking trails down to your heat as he turned your thighs into purple blemishes of his ownership over you. Your hands fell into his hair, tugging as his mouth connected around your core.

Worrying you would be punished for your actions only seemed to fuel his fire. He sucked even harder against you, his tongue swirling around your sensitive nub while occasionally dipping into your heat. It felt so good that you couldn’t help but raise your drenched pussy against his desperate mouth. The only way he could punish you, not wanting to leave your core behind, was to dig his sharp nails into your thighs to keep you in place. All the while, you were a whimpering mess, letting the entire area know what was being done in the treehouse. It dawned on you that anyone could walk by and catch you both in the act, and instead of feeling terrified, it turned you on even more. Enough to bring you close to the edge. But Changmin could feel you coming undone, and when his mouth released you, you found yourself empty, whining for more. Sitting back on his knees, he examined you with a raised eyebrow until he looked at the state of your body. Instead of punishment or curses, he gazed at you, pleased with the work he’d done. "You’re mine, right?" he demanded as you nodded. "If you will have me," you replied softly, and he smirked, his eyes beaming. "Good, but hold your response until after I've punished you," he said, his eyes pleading. "All fours, princess," he demanded as you obeyed. "What are the colours again?" he asked, and you smiled. "Green is this is heaven, orange is I'm at my limit, white is I want more, and red is stop," you responded as his hands softly massaged around your ass. You felt the warmth of his gentleness prepping your skin to be broken. Softly, he slapped your ass, making you yelp in surprise. When you didn’t answer, he pulled your hair back and leaned over you, his cock hard beneath your ass. "Colour, princess. Remember," he whispered, sending a shiver down your spine. "Green," you said, feeling the cold air breach the warmth of his body. "Good girl, princess," he murmured. Rubbing your ass gently, he slapped once more, harder this time, earning a yelp from you. "Green," you moaned, enjoying the tingling sensation on your skin. You heard the snap of the belt as he made an audible warning for what was next. When he struck you, your body arched as the sensation traveled up your spine. It wasn’t painful, but the feeling was a mixture of discomfort. At the same time, you felt your body vibrating with excitement. "Green," you whimpered, causing him to chuckle. "That's for teasing me every time at the club," he remarked before massaging your ass. The next impact had you biting down on your bottom lip as the pain throbbed into a heavenly sensation that slicked your thighs with your excitement. "Green," you muttered beneath damp eyes. "That's for making me watch you getting fucked in an alley by someone who wasn’t me. Only I’m the one to make you bleed and whimper like that," he growled. "Sorry, sir," you said, feeling the pain you had caused him from your own misunderstandings. As the belt bit into your ass once more, despite the pain, you found yourself enjoying the arousal that followed. It was like it excused the pain and oddly left you wanting more. "That's for letting me watch you rile Hyunjun up. And thinking you slept together," he added after you moaned your safe colour. "That's for being in an open relationship. You are far too precious to be shared," he said after the next punishment. "You should be treated like a princess outside the bedroom as well," he added, massaging the welts on your ass. Your core burned in need, but you craved another dose of adrenaline. The massage of your ass took longer than you expected, and you wondered if he would strike you again. "White," you barked, and he went silent for what felt like a minute.

"The relationship with Sunwoo was fake to hurt you, so I need more punishment," you said, and he choked on his words. "So take the full punishment out on me now. White, white, white," you spat like a bitch in heat. "Y/N, what the fuck," he exclaimed. "Or can’t you take it? Can't you punish your whore even though it’s what she craves?" you pushed, and your sure you heard him growl. "Y/N, I’m super pissed off right now. It’s not fair to strike you," he snapped as you mockingly laughed at him, looking back. "Do it! I’m telling you to take your anger out on me now," you dared as his eyes widened. He looked at your ass, clearly conflicted. But when your eyes connected, you knew he planned to fuck you good and proper. "You owe me two for pissing me off and back-chatting me," he stated as you smirked. "I can help you count if that helps," you mocked as he grazed his teeth along his bottom lip. "If you don’t say red, I will fuck you so you can’t walk afterwards," he challenged as you nodded excitedly. Both hits were hard enough to make you cry real tears and left you feeling like acid was attacking your throat. But beneath the immense pain, your body relished the rush of euphoria dripping from you. The adrenaline and endorphins flowed through every nerve in your body. When you said 'green' for the last time, he slipped the belt around your neck and tightened it. It should scare you, but you trusted him, and the anticipation became your drug. He slammed into you, his other hand digging hard against your hip as he fucked you relentlessly. The treehouse rocked violently with the impact, and you wondered if your body would die from this intensity. The feeling of him stuffing you until your walls hugged him was like the final light to your senses. You met his every thrust, not caring that your airways were getting restricted further. If anything, the light dizziness that enveloped your body only made you extra sensitive. Every nerve was on fire, and you didn’t want it to stop for a single minute. "How does it feel to have me hate you, slut?" Changmin degraded you, and you sensed his pain and jealousy as well. "Is this what you want?" he added, and all you could do was whimper in response. "Colour?" he asked, and you replied with 'green.' "That's right; my whore of a princess likes this. She wants to be tortured; she’s such a masochist," he mocked, which tightened your walls around him. "Knew you liked this, my cute little Y/N. I should have fucked you like this when you first heard me, instead of thinking you were cute and innocent," he said as his hand released the belt, and his hands replaced it entirely. "You're not cute anymore. My corrupt Y/N. Mine. You're mine, right?" he sought confirmation from your earlier statement. "Choke me till I almost pass out, and I’m all yours," you demanded, making him shiver at your words. "You were made just for me, I swear it princess," he whispered in your ear before kissing your cheek. He placed his hand back around your neck, gripping your throat even tighter than the belt had been. "Princess, I will know if it’s too much; trust me, I can’t kill you," he whispered, biting your ear as his grip tightened to the point where you felt drunk in your vision. You were literally getting choked, and you should be filled with fear. But you trusted him completely and allowed yourself to enjoy the sensation. Your core snapped with waves of pleasure tightening around him; you whimpered his name as euphoria overcame you, and you lost consciousness. You felt Changmin’s arms resting against your chest and the warmth of his seed filling you as you drifted momentarily into darkness. "Princess," he panted, spent, gently slapping your face as your eyes flickered open to find him hovering over you. "Colour?" he asked as you giggled, feeling the orgasm still fill every vein with happiness. "Green and white," you replied as he shook his head, grinning his pearly white teeth in amusement.

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Fighting The Devil

Wordcount; 7,172

Fandom; NCT Dream, NCT 127, Wayv & Aespa

Pairing; Reader X Lee Jeno, Reader X Yuta Nakamoto, Reader X Lee Donghyuk Aka Haechan, Reader X Xiao Dejun Aka Xiaojun, Yuta Nakamoto X Ning Yizhuo Aka Ningning.

Characters; Lee Jeno, Yuta Nakamoto, Lee Donghyuk Aka Haechan, Xiao Dejun Aka Xiaojun, Lee Mark, Lee Taeyong, Ning Yizhuo Aka Ningning, Johnny Suh, Na Jaemin, Kim Jungwoo, Park Jisung & Jeong Yuno Aka Jaehyun

Warnings, Mild fighting, Angst, Insecurity, Jealousy, Car Crash, Fear of Death, Adult & Child Abuse, Attempted Murder.

Notes; Chapter 17/23 of Twisted Universe

Happy Birthday to my Ult Wrecker Lee Jeno 😘🎉🥳🎂🎁🎈🎊

Taglist; @devinitysann

"What's happening?” Donghyuk asked, dashing to hold you back as you stepped in front of Taeyong once again after he had retreated to the back of the room. "Just like your father using Taeyong as your punch bag," Yuta shouted with concern, causing you to laugh mockingly in his direction. "Donghyuk, you might want to get between them when I tell him, because Yuta’s fist will be the next thing in his face," you seethed, watching Yuta’s puzzled expression as he looked to his elder. "What? What are you keeping from me?" he bit back, following the trail you left him to confront. If anything, you had learned from Yuta that he was like you when it came to Y/N. You had seen him fight only twice, and both times were on account of his deep feelings for her. Taeyong’s silence didn’t offer him answers; he knew Yuta would hurt him too. Instead, he placed his phone to his ear and waited for someone to answer. Part of you hoped it would be Y/N. "Mark, we need Plan Mirae," he said, panic evident in his voice as Yuta looked your way, eyes wide. “Wait, this is about Y/N—do you know where she is?” he asked as you lightly shook your head, waiting for him to connect the dots. "It's urgent—so urgent. I need new phones that Father can't control, and I need three flights booked in mine, Jeno's, and Yuta’s Mirae names," Taeyong continued, leaving Yuta in shock. "Hey, don't forget me; I'm coming," Donghyuk said as Taeyong corrected himself before hanging up. "No, no! I just got engaged; I can't run to Y/N—not now," Yuta scoffed, stepping backwards. He had been evading Y/N for so long, fearing the reopening of those emotional wounds. "Wherever Y/N is, let her be; don't bring her back," he begged, and you couldn't help but laugh. If he only knew that his potential child was still alive, he would be out that door before any of you. "Y/N never had the abortion; Taeyong hid her. Are you still saying you're not coming?" you threw out as you could see his face go pale before looking at Taeyong.

“Sweetie," he said, rushing to her, which made you irk a little. The love of his life could be pregnant with his child, and he was rushing to another girl. "Please don't go; please stay," she started sobbing. You had heard her do this before, but this time, there was a child involved. You wondered if Yuta would lack as a father, even for a second, to console his new fiancée. “That baby could be his; don't even try to act like the scorned lover," you snapped, unwilling to let Y/N’s heart be broken by his lack of paternal instincts. "He's right, though; I have to go. That could be my child. Right now, Y/N’s in danger," he said, and she whimpered. "But she has them; Jeno could be the father too. They can save her. If that baby's yours, then we can bring the baby with us to Japan," she responded, which annoyed you. Did she not understand that the minute the baby was confirmed to be his, he would choose Y/N? Or was that your hope for them—that maybe he wouldn't be that honest? Perhaps he did love Ningning more than he loved Y/N. And for a second you allowed your own emotions of a future with Y/N and the baby to open up. If Yuta was with Ningning and this baby were yours. Maybe just maybe their was a second chance to be with her. Co parenting your child would allow you to show her the different side of you. The one that was similar to her Hyoshin. “Ningning, I love you so much. I promise I will come to you. But I have to be a father before a fiancé; my baby needs me," he said, cupping her face as she sobbed. "We haven't got time for this; Jaemin said the car's ready," Taeyong snapped as Mark passed him the passports. "Thanks, guys; I’m truly grateful," he said as Johnny tapped him on the shoulder with a reassuring smile. “Please don’t go," Ningning begged, and you noticed Yuta tearing up himself. He truly loved her; Y/N was never getting her happy ever after. She needed you to be the biological father; you wouldn't let her down. You would always choose her. You dashed to the cars, with Yuta and Ningning still talking behind you. You entered the front passenger seat, locking your seatbelt as you looked out at the view. Ningning was still trying to convince him to stay. "For fuck's sake," you growled as Taeyong honked the horn. "What is taking them so long?" Donghyuk said, watching him step away. "I swear to God, if she gets hurt because he’s too busy in his love dilemma, I will make him my enemy, I swear," you snapped as Taeyong frowned at you. "Come on Jeno he's going through the emotion mill even more then us. His first love was attempted to be married off. His true love cheated on him and told him she terminated their pregnancy. And now just when he has got himself back on his feet with his first love he's found out his True love still has her baby. I think if anyone needs time to address everything that's happened to him, it's Yuta," Taeyong snapped, rolling your eyes. "You forget I was there for all of it; I don’t need his life story," you replied bitterly as you watched them. "For fuck's sake," you snapped, feeling far too impatient. "Come on, we can't wait," you shouted from the car. Instead of rushing to you, they kissed passionately, neither wanting to say goodbye. “I know you called Y/N sweetie too. It's your heart's way of saying you love her as well. You've never once said, 'I love you, Ningning,'” she shouted as he reached the car. Was that her insecurity or intuition speaking? Donghyuk, as impatient as you, dragged Yuta into the car. "So, anyone going to inform us on what's actually been happening?" you snapped as you left the grounds. "Dejun told me he was scared for Y/N’s safety being pregnant in the estate. He begged me to free her but felt that you or Yuta would be too much of a risk to your emotions. He felt the only way to truly protect her and the baby was by making you believe he wanted a termination." Taeyong explained, trying to defend Dejun.

"You mean to cut us out?" you snapped, refusing to accept that he was the good guy in this. "No, he truly did want to save her; he even said if she wanted to return to either of you, he would step back once the baby was born safe," he said, driving the car away from the NCT estate. "Well, we know that wasn't directed at Jeno," Donghyuk snickered, getting your head to snap behind to glare at him. "Do they know who the father is?" Yuta asked as Taeyong glanced in the mirror at him briefly. "They don't think it's Dejun; they were only intimate just days before she found out she was pregnant," he said, and excitement surged in you at that prospect. It meant there was a 50% chance this baby was yours—possibly even higher since Yuta had a ‘pull-out’ method, and your method was practically the same when it came to baby-making. "They said that the baby was conceived during the Ball," he added, confirming your thoughts. "Let the best swimmer win," Donghyuk joked, leading your head to snap back towards him. "We can't be serious all the time," he said, rolling his eyes. "Where has she been?" you asked, knowing where the rumour's were. You had to admit you hadn't been paying attention to your father's communications over the last 24 hours. "Mark suggested Suzhou at first, and then I heard Father was aware. Dejun then moved her to his cousin's farm at Dazhai Village in Guangxi. They've been hiding there for the last couple of months, but it seems his cousin’s wife informed Dejun's mother," he added as you looked at him. “And she told father,” You shook your head, cutting him off as Taeyong nodded. "They are just leaving, but it's going to be a tight call. It's possible that they could capture them before we can get to China. In which case, we may have to fight against Father regardless of what the punishment is," he said, and you felt that targeted at you. You already knew you had to be stronger and more courageous to protect Y/N like you couldn’t before. "I’ll kill him! I swear I will this time," you promised yourself just as much as the others. "Well, I was never his goody two shoes; that was always you and Mark. But you two sound like you've been the biggest silent rebels," Donghyuk said, sounding impressed. “Mark knew?" Yuta asked, like his mind was finally working it out. "Mark is the only child Father trusts right now—the only person who isn't connected to Y/N romantically," he explained, which you agreed with. Your father would be shocked if he knew Mark was secretly helping to hide Y/N and bring him down. Your thoughts were interrupted when the phone rang, and Taeyong pressed 'loudspeaker' on his phone. "Hyung, they're only half an hour away from the dots that show Y/N," Jungwoo said, slight panic in his voice. "They will get out in time, right?" he asked, as Taeyong and you exchanged worried glances. "Keep me updated; I need to ring Dejun. If you can't get hold of me, ring the others," Taeyong said as he hung up and dialled Dejun’s phone. "Guys, they are half an hour away—maybe even less,” he whimpered down the phone as you heard Dejun curse. "We left five minutes ago. There’s only one road, and it’s forty minutes long; it means we’ll pass each other,” he said, panicking. This was going to be a tight call, and you seriously needed Dejun to be at the top of his game. "I’m sorry; there’s something else," Taeyong said as his voice dropped. "I will kill you when I get my hands on you," you snarled as the phone went silent. "We’re on our way, Y/N. If anything happens, hold on. We’re united in not letting anything happen to you or the baby,” Yuta said, as you were sure you heard Y/N gasp. Her reaction to Yuta presence was like a sting in your heart. "Yuta, you’re still in Korea?” she whimpered as he lightly chuckled. “He was Caught here," Donghyuk added with a chuckle. "Hyuk?" she cried in equal surprise. It should sting, but you felt joy from the happiness in her voice.

"You didn’t think I’d miss an opportunity to see my precious cupcake, did you?” he chuckled, maintaining his usual flirtatious nature. "Enough with the reunions! If we’re united in protecting them, what the hell do I do?” Dejun shouted, a mixture of jealousy and fear evident in his voice. "The only thing you can do: put your foot down the minute they become your tail,” you advised, giving the only advice you could in this situation. You knew your father had the best security team around. It was amazing they had gotten as far as they had without being caught. "Have you got anything with you that could help with disguising yourself? A scarf, hat, or anything? Don’t act suspicious until they pass you,” Taeyong said, as it went silent. You couldn't see Yuta behind you, but you could feel his leg shaking against your chair. Donghyuk had his hands over his mouth in pure fear. "Shit, they’re coming up! Y/N, duck, hopefully they don’t see you!” Dejun said as you closed your eyes, feeling sick. "I think we did it," Dejun said, and your eyes opened with hope. "Dejun! Dejun!" she whimpered as your phone rang. "Jeno, Father put orders to kill her," Mark said, panic evident in his voice. “They knew; how did they know?" Dejun questioned in the background. “What? They saw Dejun’s face; they are following," Mark said, even though you had already figured that out from Dejun’s phone call. "Say that again, please say I heard it wrong," you gasped as you put it on loudspeaker. "Y/N, belt yourself up in the back," Dejun instructed underneath Mark’s call. "They’ve been ordered to kill," Mark reiterated, and you heard Yuta whimper behind you. "Dejun, you need to drive as fast as you can. The order is to take you out!” you shouted in anger and warning. Your father was going to kill his own grandchild. "Y/N, please seatbelt," Dejun screamed, and you felt like you were losing control of the situation. You felt powerless—something your father had finally made you. “Y/N, please, please put the seatbelt on. Please protect yourself," you heard Dejun cry, as whimpers rang out. You knew what was about to happen, and there was not a single thing you could do to stop it as you punched the dashboard. They were going to fucking kill her, and this was all your fault. If you had never pushed Y/N away, if you had never slept with her at the ball, she would be safe and sound in the estate. "Y/N, it’s a straight road; please put your belt on," you heard Dejun cry. For fuck's sake, put your fucking seatbelt on—that’s what you screamed inwardly. As a child, you loved everything to do with cars, especially dirt bike races, where often collisions caused them to roll with some distance. The sound of thuds as the buggy turned until it reached its final resting spot echoed in fresh memory, reminding you of waiting to hear of no injuries. You recognised the sound that your pregnant Y/N was in. Father’s men’s car clipped it, and it's turning with the gravity of the impact, waiting to rest. But this isn't a buggy race made for this kind of incident. It was a normal car, and unless she got there in time, Y/N wasn’t even seatbelted in. There was no way on this earth that Y/N was alive, let alone her child. Hands fell to your shoulders, and your eyes turned to Taeyong’s wet ones as you both tried to calm your shaking bodies by the side of the road. "She's dead, isn’t she?" he asked, sounding older than he had a right to be. "I doubt they survived," you sobbed as he joined you crying with every tear drop your body could produce. Taeyong's arms fell around you as you gripped him tightly, both of you holding on to each other in grief. Like between you both your tears could resurrect the person who both of you loved so much. Yet in different ways then the other. You sobbed for what felt like ten minutes before your eyes turned to the car. Yuta and Donghyuk looked like they were talking to someone. "I don’t want to know what’s being said," Taeyong said, rubbing his red, puffy eyes.

"I need to know; come on, we still have to go to China, regardless of how the situation has ended up," you said, standing up while feeling a little wobbly. "Any updates?" Taeyong nearly willed for positive words when the phone rang once more. "The cars—both of them—are still at the scene, but Taeyong, there's something you should know," Mark said, pausing. "Father landed in Guilin Liangjiang International early this morning. While he wasn't in the car, I believe he is at least in the area," Mark said as Taeyong pressed down on the gas pedal in anger. "He won't be returning to Korea if I have anything to do with it," you seethed. You would end his life like he ended your child's. "What was that, Jisung?" Mark interrupted, picking up whispers. "What are they saying?" Donghyuk asked, getting closer to hear. "Guys, Father has just had a phone call from another security car. He says there is an ambulance that has left the scene, several police cars, and a report on at least one death," he said, and you heard a thud behind you. Turning, you saw Yuta with his eyes closed and his head back against the headrest in pain. "However, he confirmed that the two security guys in the car chasing are unavailable," he said, attempting to reassure you. "We're almost at the airport; our flight leaves in an hour,” Donghyuk said, pausing. "Please get us as many updates as possible before we land," he added, while Taeyong silently mulled over the words. Strangely, at that moment, your emotions felt numb; you couldn’t find anything—not even anger. Deep down, you knew that Y/N and the baby didn’t make it. Just before boarding, Taeyong’s phone rang. He looked at it strangely before answering on loudspeaker. “Hyung," you heard a croak and sob, and you instantly recognised Dejun’s voice. "What's happened? Where's Y/N?" Yuta asked as you all froze in place. "Y/N's in theatre; they're delivering the baby. But it’s not looking good for either of them. They’re fighting to keep them both alive. The crash caused the placenta to start detaching. She has to have an emergency c-section before they can even analyse her own injuries," he explained. Silence fell over the group, everyone struggling to find words. Y/N was alive for now, and so was the baby—but it looked bleak. Hope was all you could choose to hold on to. "What damage to Y/N do they think has been done?" Donghyuk asked, as Taeyong and Yuta fell silent in their shared pain. "Head injuries—there's a positive of that one. She's not responding, and her pupils are dilated. But they think her ribs have embedded in her lungs, and they are struggling to stabilise her. They plan to deliver the baby and give a CT scan before surgery," he said, sobbing. "And you?" Donghyuk asked. "I don't care about me; they can look at me once I know she and the baby are okay," he whimpered, just as broken as the rest of you. "Dejun, my father is in Guilin; be careful until we can get there. We're about to board," Taeyong said, glancing at the boarding desk. "Please hurry," Dejun choked before hanging up. "She's alive for now; so is the baby, so that’s a good thing," Donghyuk said, trying to bring a glimmer of positivity. Your mind raced through all the known injuries; what danger did the placenta detaching mean? You got out your phone, searching for the legal term: placental abruption. Severe bleeding, fetal distress—it all sounded terrifying, and you felt your stomach churn as you read the implications. Y/N could bleed to death from this alone, and the baby could be born alive but with brain trauma. The scariest part of all was the thought that, even if they survived, they might live a painful life. You needed a miracle—one that could save them both. You’d even sell your soul to the devil for that miracle. Tears were shed on the flight there. Six hours felt like 24, making you increasingly restless. Your mind replayed the scenarios you would face upon arriving in China.

"Let’s do this; we need to know, even if it’s bad," Donghyuk urged when you all arrived in your rental car in China. Taeyong looked at his phone and saw four voice messages. ‘Just letting you know, Y/N had a little girl; she weighs 4 lb 10 oz. She's a tiny little thing, but she's in the neonatal ICU unit," he pauses, sobbing. "She was born not breathing, but she's stable for now. She’s a double of her mum. As for Y/N, they haven't updated me yet. I will update you when I can.’ Y/N had a daughter—one who looked like her, just as you had envisioned. You desperately wanted to hold the little one, to see a tiny piece of yourself in her. But for now, the baby was alive and fighting—and for now, stable was as close to a miracle as you felt you could get at this point. The second voicemail hit. ‘It's Mark, obviously. The death was from the driver of our father’s security. We've been in contact with Dejun. Congratulations, guys; I know you both will be enduring mixed emotions. We are all praying for good news for both of them. As for Father, he’s become aware you’ve left. He thinks you are on your way to Dongguan. I’ve booked flights in your real names to Shenzhen Bao’an International Airport. He is on his way there while there’s a team watching the hospital. So please enter without looking suspicious; I don't know how long we can hold the fort without being caught here. So once you arrive, let us know so we can step down.’ "Clever thinking, that was," Donghyuk remarked as the third message came through. ‘Y/N has a bleed on the brain, a T5 neck injury, a collarbone, two ribs on her left side broken, and all her ribs on her right as well. Which have pierced her lungs. She's in a...,’ he hesitated, and sobs broke through. ‘She's in a bad way. She's currently in surgery, but we've been told it’ll be a while before she's out with all the surgeries she needs. I hope you arrive soon.’ Your head raced to remember all the injuries she had sustained, but your mind swamped, struggling to retain the details. You knew that if she didn’t come back as your Y/N, the possibility of her not returning at all loomed large. "I think I'm going to be sick," Yuta muttered, as Donghyuk comforted him. "Just think of baby Faith," he said as you looked at him with confusion. "She doesn’t have a name, so that’s what I’ll call her until we know," he continued in the silence. This time, you actually agreed. Because faith was all you had right now with still two hours to go until you arrived. ‘Neonatal has said I can see the baby; I’ve sent a photo. She’s on oxygen but holding up really well. They hope to have her scanned soon to see what damage was done.’ As soon as Taeyong picked up the photo of the baby, you snatched the phone from him. She looked so tiny and fragile, her eyes closed, her nose a cute button just like her mother's—she even had Y/N’s dimples. She looked like a sleeping, tiny Y/N, and you admitted she was her mother’s double. But those lips—those were Yuta’s. You knew in your heart that this baby wasn’t yours. His fuller plump bottom lips with thinning top. A mixture of emotions filled your mind. Was it mind over matter, or were you fearing the worst because of that last vision you had on the flight? Taking a screenshot, you passed the phone to Yuta. Touching your lips, you wondered if you were imagining his lips that way. "Let me see baby Faith," Donghyuk said as you looked once more at the tiny bundle, searching for signs of yourself in her. "I thought she would look like one of you two, but nope," he noted, and you growled at him. Despite the fact his words should have comforted you, he couldn’t see Yuta like you could. "You sure your father didn't get it wrong about Y/N? Because I see you in her too," Donghyuk commented as you looked to Taeyong briefly. Actually, he did; your eyes focused on Yuta’s lips—were they his? Remembering he wasn’t biologically related to her in the end, a thought crossed your mind.

"Because I am her brother," he stated as you looked at him in confusion. “Wait, we heard we were there," Yuta stuttered as he started the car. "I can't explain it yet without sharing with Y/N first. But she was put in a game between all the adults,” he paused. “Wow, that’s some evil shit between them all. Y/N really doesn't have the best of luck," Donghyuk said as the car fell silent. "Hyung," you said as he glanced your way. "Step on the gas," you instructed as Taeyong nodded. You needed to see Y/N; you needed to know she made it. A few minutes later, Taeyong’s phone, which Yuta was holding, rang. "Dejun, any news?" Yuta answered immediately. "No news on Y/N yet, but I thought I would let you know the baby’s brain ultrasound is good. They are just doing an MRI to be sure," he said, hearing Yuta breathe a sigh of relief, as if he now knew he was the father. “Thank you, thank you," Yuta sobbed as Donghyuk took the phone. "Have you given her a name?" he asked. "Cherub; it's the name we gave her when Y/N was pregnant," he revealed, and you remembered that Dejun was still a big part of this child’s life, even if he wasn't biologically related. "That's a beautiful name. I’ve been calling her Faith, but Cherub sounds even better," Donghyuk admitted, although you couldn’t find any words, your emotions flitting to numbness. “The police are here; I have to go. I will update when I can," he finished before hanging up. Numbness attacked you as you fell into a pool of oblivion words not hitting you from the others. "You okay, Jeno? You’re rather quiet?" Donghyuk ask pulling you from your silent world. “Because right now my brain is struggling to analyse anything. In less than half a day, the woman I loved, who hated me, ran away potentially with my child. They almost died; I thought they had. They still could,” you paused. “Now they are in a bad place. And now this baby girl, who’s just so perfect, is doing okay. While I’m happy she’s alive. I'm desperate to hold her, shake and kill Dejun. I want to do the same to Y/N for running, but for now,” you struggle to hold back tears. “For now I just need her to fight this and come back with full health. She might fight, but there’s a huge chance that she won't be the same Y/N," You ranted, surprised by how much you could express. "Well this way, you might actually win her over; she might have forgotten the past you two had," he chuckled, but you didn’t even have the energy to growl back. "What if she forgets all this? What do we tell her?" Donghyuk asked, and you considered all the pain she wouldn’t have to bear anymore in her life. "Then we look after her; let her find her new self," you said as the car grew silent. Would a Y/N without her memories benefit you? ------------------------🔺--------------------

Arriving at the hospital, you tried your best not to look suspicious. It was hard; you needed to see Y/N and know she was safe. Finding Dejun looking disheveled and stressed yet somehow happy to see you felt conflicting. "Wow, it did a number on you too," Donghyuk remarked before trying to hug him. "I’ll live," he said as you looked to the operation board above. "Y/N’s still in surgery; do you want to meet Cherub?" he asked, and you shook your head. The only person you wanted to see was Y/N. "I want to meet her," Yuta declared as Dejun led him to see her. "Why don’t you want to meet your daughter?" Donghyuk asked, glancing through the blurred screen separating you from Y/N. "Because I’m not ready to," you confessed as Taeyong placed a hand on your shoulder. "Take all the time you need. I’m sure Yuta won’t leave the little one’s side," Taeyong assured you as you looked at him briefly. Y/N was your priority, while it seemed Yuta's feelings were all for Ningning. He was only here for the baby, not for Y/N. It wasn’t long before Dejun returned, and you felt that familiar urge to pummel him like Yuta had done back at the hospital. But Y/N needed you to be level-headed, not a violent brute toward her husband. "The police have arrested someone for dangerous driving," Dejun said, and your head spun around. "Did you recognise the drivers?" you inquired, tilting your head toward him. "Like from around the house? Can you link them to Father?" you asked, and he blinked in confusion. "I don’t think so; why? We know your father put the hit out; you told us yourself, remember?" he replied, and you ran your hands through your hair in frustration. "I was hoping we had some hard-core evidence to send Father to prison," you admitted as Donghyuk looked horrified. "You want to send Father to prison?" he gasped, stepping backwards. "Wait, you don’t?" you asked as Donghyuk shook his head. "We won’t be able to win with him in prison. Do you think he wouldn’t find a way to make us disappear?” he said in fear as you rolled your eyes. Before you could answer, four nurses rushed past to the operating suite, a flashing red light in the corridor signalling urgency. "What’s going on?" Dejun asked, pulling a nurse aside as they made their way. "If you want any information, you’ll have to wait for a doctor," she apologised, trying to pass. "What do those lights mean?” you pressed, standing in her way. "A patient has crashed and needs immediate assistance," she said, and you almost lost your footing, stepping back as she passed. You watched Taeyong drop to his knees as he looked at the operation board above. There was only one patient in the operating theatre, and it was Son Y/N. “No, no," you gasped, your hand falling to the screen between you and Y/N. Dejun and Donghyuk’s sobs echoed in the room as you could hear Taeyong praying. "What is it? What happened?" Yuta’s voice came from behind you. "She crashed on the operating table," Donghyuk sobbed, and you heard Yuta gasp. "What?" Yuta said shakily as you turned to him. "She's dying, Yuta! My father successfully killed our Y/N!" you uttered, the words escaping you like a bitter pill. "No, no, this isn’t happening," Yuta cried, as his legs gave out beneath him. The room was full of sobs—each of you broken from the anguish of losing the woman you all loved dearly. If only you never let her down in the first place, her death wouldn’t be on you. A doctor entered with the crash team as Dejun stood to confront him. “What’s happened?" he demanded, as all of you surrounded the doctor, who looked anxious. "I can’t give you a full update, but Mrs. Son’s heart stopped due to her intracerebral hematoma. She has lost a lot of blood, but we’ve managed to get her heart back in rhythm. She’s stable for now while we continue her craniotomy," he said, and you let out a sigh of relief. She was still alive and fighting. "What about the rest of her injuries?" Dejun asked. The doctor shrugged.

"What about the rest of her injuries?" Dejun asked. The doctor shrugged. "I can only tell you what I’m aware of; you’ll have to wait for a full report once they’ve finished in the OR," he said. Dejun grabbed his hand, sobbing. "Thank you, thank you so very much," he thanked the doctor as Yuta pressed his hand to Dejun’s shoulder in comfort. Hands returned to the door of the theatre as you continued to pray for her survival. A further two hours passed before you all waited for more news. Yuta, terrified to leave the child he had grown attached to, kept glancing toward the corridor leading to the small incubator that held Y/N’s miracle child. A doctor soon emerged and approached you all. "Y/N’s multiple surgeries have been completed. It was a very tough eight-hour surgery, but she’s critical. She will be moved to ICU and monitored heavily," he added, while Dejun continued to whimper his thanks. As Dejun kept asking questions, your eyes were drawn to the surgery corridor. You needed to see her, to know she was still alive and fighting. But you were scared of what your anger would do to the image you knew would be horrific. When she was wheeled out, her head was wrapped in bandages, her eyes swollen. Wires and a ventilator surrounded her, making your heart break, even from a distance. A closer look revealed her arms in slings, two drains for blood, and what you guessed to be a catheter, causing tears to pool in your eyes. She was completely unrecognisable, nothing like your Y/N. This was your punishment for bringing multiple girls home. Your eyes shot to Yuta, who was standing against the wall, shaking in fear, his eyes closed like he’d seen a ghost. "She’s got this; she’s a fighter," you said, and he opened his eyes, watery as they met yours. "She won’t make it—not as our Y/N," he replied, and in that moment, you couldn’t find further words to comfort him. "I need to be with Chõ," he said, and your head whipped toward him. “Chõ? She’s called Cherub, isn’t she?" you questioned, and he shook his head. "Yes, Cherub—sorry; I can’t think; I can barely breathe right now," he admitted before walking off to take comfort in the child Y/N had given life to. The child that right this second scared you. If she was yours, you’d already failed her. If she wasn’t, then you were the reason both her parents were not together. As you entered into Y/N’s room with plastic gowns to protect her from infections, your eyes took in Dejun. His hand was in hers, living in the same nightmare you all were. "What are your plans if Cherub is yours?" Dejun asked you, and you shrugged. "Right now, I have no plans; my whole life is on waiting for her to recover," you said, as he looked at her, holding her hand even tighter. "What about you?" you asked, and he almost choked on his tears. "I will sign the divorce paperwork," he stated, and confusion washed over you. "I don’t understand your response. Why?" you pressed, searching for answers. "I promised that if she made it alive, then she should have a good life—not one that’s been forced upon her. If she wants you or Yuta or even Donghyuk, I will let her go. Because right now, I’m just grateful she is alive," he added, and you felt empathy for the bargain he had silently made with the universe. "Cherub is Yuta’s," you said, and his head turned to you, tilted in confusion. "She has his lips," you reminded him, as he quickly rose to view the photo. “That’s why he won’t leave that little girl’s side; deep down, he knows," you choked, tears welling up for your lost child. "I can’t honestly see it; I just see Y/N and strangely a little of Taeyong," he admitted, zooming into the photo. “Jeno, I think your fear-based emotions are clouding your judgment. What if she is truly yours, and you’re too busy hiding in here?" he challenged, and you wished his words could be true.

All night, you sat with Dejun, watching over Y/N until you worked up the courage to go visit Cherub. Watching through the glass, you noticed how Donghyuk, Taeyong, and Yuta gazed adoringly at the little fighter. As Yuta's eyes fell on you, he left the room to approach. "You finally decided to come," he said, smiling his contagious smile. "I’m happy to watch from here," you replied, trying to ignore the fact you couldn't see her features, just the monitors and equipment. "She won’t bite," Yuta replied as he turned his gaze back to her with pure affection. "Aren’t you scared she might be mine?" you questioned, surprised that his smile didn’t falter. "I don’t care who her father is; she’s alive, and that brings me peace," he confessed, and you could feel the honesty in his words. "Can I ask you a question?" you ventured. "You just did, remember?" he chuckled, rolling his eyes. "You’re scared of seeing Y/N?" you asked, and this time his smile faded as if his mask had been removed. “She doesn’t need me; she has you and Dejun," he said, lowering his voice as if revealing a secret. "What if she needs you?" you queried, leaning in closer. "I think she would just be happy I’m watching her daughter. An ex-fiancée shouldn’t be at her bedside," he stated, and you coughed lightly. "One that she was in love with anyway," you said bitterly, as his words reopened old wounds. "Sorry," he replied, sounding guilty. “What I meant is, Dejun’s her husband. While you were an asshole to her, I know you’re madly in love with her. You never let her go like I did," he admitted, biting his lower lip in regret. "Are you saying you’re not in love with Y/N?" you asked, scrutinising his expression. "I’m in love with Ningning," he said firmly, and your eyes narrowed in disbelief. "Then you wouldn’t be scared to see her if Ningning was all you could see," you argued, and he gave a nervous chuckle. "Fine, you meet Cherub; I’ll meet Y/N. Let’s both be brave," he suggested, extending his hand to you, which you took with a determined nod. Walking into the hospital room, the sound around you felt more terrifying than Y/N’s. Taeyong and Donghyuk smiled in your direction as they exited. Your gaze caught Yuta’s through the glass as he nodded reassuringly, supplying you with a little strength. As you looked at the tiny mite, she seemed even smaller and more fragile than the pictures suggested. Her tiny body, hands, and features made you fall in love hard. You knew you needed to protect her at all costs, especially if her mum didn’t make it. If she was yours, you would ensure she wanted for nothing. If she was Yuta’s, you would help him protect her. "You’re such a beautiful little Cherub," you whispered as tears rolled down your cheeks. "I will keep you safe, I promise," you said, whispering to the incubator, wishing it were her soft skin instead. However, it was as if fate was testing you. When you looked up, you saw Taeyong, Donghyuk, and Yuta gazing in horror as someone approached. An expression of pure anger clouded his features as he turned to face you through the glass, and you felt an icy chill settle in your stomach. It was time for you to keep your word; your father had shown his presence at the ward of the tiny bundle who could be his grandchild. In that moment, you would rather let her belong to Yuta than have any biological connection to your father. Yuta positioned himself between your father and the room, with Donghyuk and Taeyong flanking him. "It’s okay, my perfect watermelon. I won’t let him near you, let alone harm you, I promise. Keep fighting in there—show your strength while I fight the devil," you said, pressing a kiss to the incubator before making your way toward the commotion outside your little girl’s room.

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Birthday Surprise

Word Count; 5.802

Fandom; The Boyz & Stayc

Pairing; Reader X Son Youngjae Aka Eric, Reader X Kim Sunwoo, Kim Sunwoo X Son Youngjae, Son Youngjae X Shim Jayoon, Lee Hyunjae X Shim Jayoon

Characters; Son Youngjae, Kim Sunwoo, Lee Hyunjae & Shim Jayoon, Hur Hyunjun

Warning; Cuckolding, Cuckquean, Affair, MMF Threesomes, Dom Sunwoo, Submissive Youngjae, Role Play, Anal, Spanking, Degrading, Humiliation, Hair Pulling, Un protective Sex (Reader on Pill), Breeding Kink, Pain Kink, Biting Kink.

Notes; Chapter Four of Spice in your Life.

Happy Birthday Sunwoo 🎊 🎂 🎁

"I got an idea," you said smiling at your husband when he got home from work. "If it's about Jayoon I don't want to know," he said falling into the chair with exhaustion. “Why what did she do?" You asked as his eyes closed like he didn't want to say it out loud. Jayoon had been very forthcoming with his torture as usual. She told everyone at work that she had been proposed to. That her Eric had finally made her his wife.

"Look at you," he said as he came in from work to see you all dressed up. “Thanks baby," you said pressing a kiss to his cheek for him to bring you to his lips. His kisses much more desperate that made you wonder how much Jayoon had tortured him today. But she hadn't text as usual so you melted into the kiss that was coming from your husband Son Youngjae. “Did she behave today?" You asked as your lips parted. "Wouldn't you like to know," he said with a slap to your ass. "Wait I forgot you already chat to her day to day," he said with a wink as he dashed to have a shower. He seemed very happy this evening and just when you began to imagine all kinds of sexy scenarios, your phone bleeped. Eyes lighting up in excitement when you saw it was from Jayoon. ‘He admitted he liked me today after he caught me and Hyunjae fucking. His jealousy for Hyunjae has really tipped him over the edge. Even as far as begging me to stop fucking our work colleague. He’s asked for time because of his spiralling emotions are too much for him to comprehend what to do going forward. I promised him I would go easy on him at work from now on and focus on Hyunjae. He begged me to not do that neither. We could use Hyunjae to our advantage.’ Is this what he was happy about? Was he happy about the heavy sexual scenes and chasing she was doing at work coming to an end. Or was it that he got her to stop messing with Hyunjae. You felt your goal just in reach. Excitement filled you as you dreamily imagined kissing your husband before work every morning just for him to fuck Jayoon at every moment he could at work as Eric. Even more so coming home and fucking you with her cum still coated on his cock. Her scent clinging to his skin and her evidence of her existence in the scratches along his back. Your thighs dampening in arousal as the evidence of their affair with his fresh blemish love mark claim all over his neck. The sudden desire to kiss where she claimed him so badly. While all was currently just a sensual daydream your Cuckquean imagination was on overdrive. ‘See if Hyunjae will help us out maybe a foursome with him will help seal the deal.’ You wrote as you shuddered remembering his furious reaction to that in the book. He told you that he would never sleep with Jayoon again so adding Hyunjae wouldn't make any difference. That you would have to settle for Kim Sunwoo only. Yet he hadn't crossed his name out the book, both his and Jayoon’s name stayed intact. "What you think about?" He asked coming downstairs in the same shirt he fucked Jayoon in. You raised an eyebrow his way but he just winked taking your hand and left the house with you to Sunwoo's.

Sunwoo’s house was heaving with guests and you looked at him puzzled. How was you going to fuck Kim Sunwoo in a threesome with all these people. Your eyes found Hyunjae as he came to you, your eyes roaming to see if he brought Jayoon. Youngjae was doing the same, his body relaxing when she wasn't in sight. "Hey Y/N, it's been a while," he said coming to kiss your cheek. "I was beginning to think you two had split up you know," he said chuckling. “What on earth made you think that," you said as Youngjae fidgeted. "Well he hardly speaks about you these days." He adds with a glare to Youngjae. ‘You mean Because he's eyes are all for Shim Jayoon' you inwardly thought. “That's a lie you know I'm always talking about her." Youngjae snapped taking him and yourself by surprise. “Ok calm down," Hyunjae sniggered as Hyunjun caught his attention. “Baby what's up?" You asked placing your hand to his chest. "This is because all he sees is Jayoon flirting with me. He thinks we're having an affair. He thinks I'm Eric. That's all I hear about. That he will keep my secrets if I just give in and fuck her," he said exhausted. "Then give him something to make him gossip back," you said opening your hand to him. "Come dance with me," you whisper as he smiles your way. The dance floor despite being crowded becomes your show room. You dance seductively. His eyes are blossomed in lust and your sure he was close to taking you in front of everyone. Especially when you slide down his leg making sure your body rubs alongside his hardening cock. “Your be the death of me, have I ever told you that," he said when he pulled you up. "Yes, and I’d happily kill you off," you add as you kiss him passionately all while his hands are around your hips bringing you closer to him. "I need you now," he moans into your kiss and you take off to find a way to indulge in what you've started. Tossing you to the door his lips fresh over your neck placing small kisses. Making his love heart blemish return back under your ears. All while your hands are under his shirt along his bare back skin. "Y/N make love to me, let them all hear us show how much we mean to each other," he begs with puppy Eyes. You walk to the empty bed and look around. You can easily tell it's Sunwoo's room. But you don't care, your husband needs you and as he's given all your fantasy's it's time you give him the love and care he needs. Hands at his buttons you take his shirt off all while he rolls against your clothed heat. "I love you Y/N. I wish you knew how much," he says with pure devotion. “However much you throw me to other people it's your heart I want," he whispers as his hands sink under your skirt. "And as Son Youngjae this is the only pussy that's made for me," he coos as his fingers rub over your underwear. "I know I can't compare as your the only cock I've had, but fuck sake Son Youngjae your mine," you whisper and just that word makes him shiver. “Good because I need to be in you I'm getting rather impatient. Let me come home," he pleads as he lowers his trousers and boxers. Rubbing the tip of his cock he moans as much as you do. He presses the tip in to then remove it to your despair. “Fuck sake please put it in," you whimper. "Jae please," you beg as he smirks and obeys by slamming himself fully in you. Your happy the music covers the cry's that you are making. He heavily slams against you. The bed shaking against his brutal force. Fingers finding yours as he clasps your hold tight to him. He’s not here to fuck, he's here to make love. "Youngjae," you whimper round him, your pussy clench and sucking him in. "It's ok babe I got you," he whispers softly beneath his moans. Your lips fall together. They're soft and slow while his speed of his hips fasten. "I love you Jae," you whimper between your kisses.

"You too Y/N," he replies in similar fashion. Sweat is beginning to trickle down his face, dripping on to yours. And you wonder if through his kisses you've lost time while you both make love on Sunwoo’s bed. "Need to fill you up Babe," he says panting with his forehead against yours. "Need you pregnant with my baby so you won't force me to leave you," he cries with real vulnerability. "Let us save our marriage this way," he pleads. "Stop taking the pill for me," he begs with every bit of desperation. It's like he’s imagining you tied down and pregnant with his kid. His eyes looking down towards your empty belly before back to your face. "Tell me we can make a baby," he begs. While your words fail to acknowledge his request. You are not ready to give up on Jayoon and you don't know where a baby fits in. But you can feel his cock throb deep in you. Youngjae’s breeding Kink is on full force. Something you noticed since your marriage had started struggling. He lied to you about Jayoon to help your kink, so you can lie to him for his right now. "Give me your cum baby, fill me up with your babies," you coo and it's just what makes him lose himself, spilling deep within you. His hands clenching so tight around your fingers you whimper from the pain. "Baby, after Sunwoo we are going to talk about this. I wasn't joking by the way," he pants with his forehead against yours. Grabbing his phone, he takes a video of you both kissing before he looks at the screen with confidence oozing and you know Eric's arrived. "Sunwoo we're fucking in your bed. You cool with that? I’ll try not to get too much cum on the bed," he mocks as he ends the recording and sends it to Sunwoo. Tossing it on the bed he looks at you with the eyes of total devotion. His lips returning to yours as you let his lips and tongue chase you away letting time ebb to nothing. That’s till you hear the door crash open. "What do you fuckers think your doing," Sunwoo growls. "About time," you snigger amused at Sunwoo looking pissed. "And in my bed of all places," he adds and your sure steam would be coming out his ears if they could. "Where else would we wait for you?" Youngjae chuckles as Sunwoo's face turns into confusion for a mere second. “We have a hole or two that you could use to decanter that anger you have right now," you smirk sitting up. “What?" He says as you laugh as his frown gets deeper, till it finally dawns on him what is on offer. "Are you offering what I think you are?" Sunwoo asks as Youngjae nods. “But I thought you were done with this whole Eric thing because of that girl?" He asks taking your attention. "He knows about Jayoon?" You question as Youngjae blushes. "He's my best friend he tells me everything, including your desire to get my man to cheat on you for kinks," he says as it's your turn to turn to a red blush. "Just like I know my names in your little spice book. I thought I did my bit with the necklace?" He adds looking at Youngjae towards the latter part of that sentence. "She wants more, I want more," he responds and your nub is on fire. "You want more?" He questions as he blushes. "I thought we swore never to take it to that level again," he said looking flustered. You bite your lip to the story that had his name fly up on your mind. Youngjae had lost his virginity to Sunwoo. They both were going through a confusing spell and both awkward at experimenting. Each being the practice round so they didn't embarrass themselves when they had their first girl encounter. “Well he might want more but I want a go myself too," you said biting your lip looking him up and down as his eyes twinkle in the light. "I'm not a theme park ride Y/N," he scoffed. "And why can't you be, you can be the roller coaster ride taking me to my highs," you wink as he almost chokes on his salvia. "Because this is fucked up," he said frustrated with the situation.

"And that's the beauty of it hence why your cocks at full mast right now," you smirk sitting forward to stand and letting your dress that was already half undone earlier fall to the floor. "I helped you unwrap your present a little," you said shaking your body seductively. "Y/N," he chokes out before looking to Youngjae’s amusement and then back your way. "He's not your best friend and I'm not his wife. We're Eric and Jae," you said tossing your arms around his neck. “No I'm not playing this game for fuck sake I'm calling out his real name while I fuck him," he scoffed pushing your arms off him. "Then call his name out, the real one when you fuck him," you whisper at him as your fingers stroke against his jaw line. "Y/N," he pleads among the mixture of emotions swirling his mind. "Let us give you a gift," you said leaning into his ear as he shivers. “One night only," he says with his eyes glossing over. "You can fuck us both for as long as you want," you say pressing kisses to his jawline as you feel his body relax against you. He spins you hastily to face Youngjae who’s still looking amused. "You sure you want me to fuck her?" He questions and the younger nods. "This isn't just so you can make yourself feel less guilty about that girl?" He asks and your husband shakes his head. "Your forgetting what I'm also getting out of it too," he says his eyes dark with lust. "None of this fake names this isn't a game for me,"he states and you both nod. "She's on the pill so anything's game for you," Youngjae explains with a wink. "But I don't like love bites," you mention as he chuckles, his fingers rubbing down Youngjae’s love heart mark. "Now we know that's a lie baby girl," he coos pressing a kiss to the blemish. "That's a deal breaker not a love bite," you explain. "To mark me he has to sleep with others. He paid upfront for you tonight," you smirk. "Yet you get horny from him marking up other girls and me from the sound of it," he whispers against you that causes a shiver. You didn't expect his voice to pull such a response from you. It was like Melted Sex oozing into your skin. "My jealousy turns me on instead of hurting me. I'm fucked up. So those marks are like heroine to a junkie," you say in a pant as his breathing against your ear is pulling you to a deep arousal. "Ahh so I'm your fix tonight," he says as he kisses along your collar bone. “So what do you get out of this Jae," he says looking towards your husband. "Do you get turned on seeing men fuck your girl," he says before biting on your ear lope causing a yelp. "I get turned on from my girls pleasure. But I look forward to having my prostrate well and truly fucked. I haven't been full for years and it's a feeling I miss," he admits as he blushes. "So why me and not anyone else," he asks as he rolls your hair around his fist and pulls. "You're the only one I trust," Youngjae admits showing his vulnerability. In this second he shows him his true self, but he knows Sunwoo won't fall in love. They've shagged in the past and their close friendship remaining strong as ever. “So who am I fucking first," he asks with a chuckle. "Which ever one of us takes your fancy," you say biting your lips. He pulls on your hair and drags you to the bed, the sting making you hiss. "Well your greedy so you can wait," he snaps, his eyes looking dangerous your way. Walking towards your boyfriend his lips wrap around his. Youngjae is taken back momentarily. Like he's unleashed a demon himself without realising. And you want to chuckle because Eric is a demon too, maybe he shows Sunwoo’s inner confidence when he plays at being Eric. Is Sunwoo his muse? As their kiss gets heated they get heated themselves. Like their fighting for control. Youngjae flips Sunwoo back against the wall, teeth and tongues clashing like you don't exist. Sunwoo after a few minutes flips Youngjae back to his position before. You hear Youngjae whimper before hissing Sunwoo’s way.

Youngjae pushes him and he falls into his side table making Sunwoo scrunch his face in arousal and anger. It's then when you notice Youngjae’s lips are bleeding where Sunwoo must have bit him. This time Youngjae’s hands are heavy against Sunwoo's clothing, his hands tearing at the material as you hear the rip of his T-Shirt. All while Sunwoo growls into their heated kiss. The elders hands himself are now heavy on the youngers shirt as it's pushed off his shoulder still not done up from earlier. "I want your mouth as punishment for my T-shirt," Sunwoo growls and pushes him to the floor. Youngjae looks at him panting like an animal on heat and your in awe at the way he's responding. That as well as your nub pulsating with need. Sunwoo grabs his hair as he hisses to the sting. With a slap to his face Youngjae’s mouth opens. Sunwoo’s hands hastily attack his bottoms so that he can expose himself. His cock throbbing and in need to have your husband round him. He wastes no time yanking Youngjae’s hair to bring him to his cock and making him deep throat. Your husband shows he’s done this before. Taking his best friend right to the pelvic bone. All while gagging around him that his eyes water. He looks so sexy hot submitted around Sunwoo's cock with tears at his eyes. And you can't help but rub yourself against the corner of the bed. "Y/N, don't you dare, or I will leave you with no action yourself," Sunwoo threatens and you gulp. You need a release as soon as this is over. You want to have that release with Sunwoo yourself. Needing to see exactly what turned your husband feral. "Don't use your wife's lack of patience to be slow," he said dragging him back to deep throat his submissive. With a bite of his lip he fucks into Youngjae's mouth. Your husband is looking a perfect mess, eyes slit tight from the tears dripping. His saliva dripping not just down his chin but Sunwoo's balls. Just when you think the elder will make a perfect mess of his throat cumming he yanks him off. Dragging him by his hair he pulls him to the bed all while Youngjae’s eyes are open wide and vulnerable. You've never seen him like this and if it wasn't for his cock throbbing like crazy you would have thought he didn't like it. "You ok baby?" You check in with him as Sunwoo chuckles. "Hey Jae do you want to continue, your wife thinks I'm hurting you too much. She doesn't know you like it rough does she? She’s shown her kinks but you left all yours hidden haven't you?" He mocks as he slaps his clothed ass. "Answer Jae," he orders and you hear a moan escape. "I'm more then good," Youngjae eventually slips out and it's enough to relax and watch the show and more Importantly let yourself burn from viewing it. "Take your bottoms off," he snaps as Youngjae obeys. His naked completely and you see Jayoon’s scratch on his back. You suddenly remember his ecstasy as she marked him. It was the pain, he enjoyed it and it made him feral. Your man had a pain kink and while you must have been subconsciously aware as he liked your nails digging into him. You didn't realise it was as crazy as this. Maybe Jayoon needs to use her inner dominance. "You paying attention or daydreaming," Sunwoo snapped his fingers in front of you. Youngjae is now half over the side of the bed, his knees on the floor but his chest patiently waiting for assistance. “The lube, it's in my draw," he orders more softer as you nod. Bringing it to him he clicks the roof of his mouth. “Pour it over his ass," he demands as he pulls his best friends cheeks open to show his hole. Dripping the cold gel down on to his plucker your husband hisses to the cold to Sunwoo's amusement. "Now rub it in," Sunwoo orders as you rub the cold gel around his opening. “Now do it again but push it with your fingers into him," he directs as your eyes open agape.

"I don't want my hands sticky so you're helping to prep him up," he explains with a smirk. You do as he suggests putting the tip of your finger into his plucker. Gently inch by inch while Youngjae moans out. Sunwoo grabs your hands impatiently and forces you to slam your finger fully into Youngjae as he whimpers. “Well done baby girl, your doing so good. Don't go soft on him he likes pain and he knows when to say no," he says with a smirk. "But it's been so long," you said and he winks. "How do you think I got my pretty necklace do you think I gave that for free," he smirks and your face drops. While you doubt he went that far. He's given you fuel to the fire that was on pause. Have they been fucking? is this where he comes to get his pain kink? Him on all fours on this bed while he has him scream his name out instead of yours? "Your jealous right, forget that girl Because this is truly mine. It's something you can never have," he whispers which causes a growl. “That's it baby girl, let that burn your jealousy into fuel. Because that isn't even a joke. You don't have a cock like I do and that hole is all mine," he mocks possessively. His words doing his bidding, your finger impatiently fucking into him instead of just arousal its challenging you. A second finger slips in and rubs against his prostrates. "That's it baby girl fuck him like you have a dick," he whispers into your ear before kissing against your neck. “Is she as good as me Jae," he asks as all he can do is moan. Sunwoo slaps his ass for an answer. "No," he whimpers and you chuckle with the challenge set. A third finger enters and fucks him fast and hard. You can feel his ass muscle tighten around you. "Fuck," he gasps as he grips the bed. “No you don't," Sunwoo orders removing you from him. "Only I can make him cum do you hear or I will leave you untouched," he scolds. "Well maybe I'm just better at it then you are," you mock as he chuckles. “I'm going to fuck you up I promise," he dares with a heavy short kiss to your lips. "Now let me fuck My man," he says with possessiveness. "Lube my cock up baby girl," he demands as you enjoy feeling his cock in the process. All while Sunwoo watches your every move breathing down your neck heavily like he’s figured you out already. "Line me up," he requests as you place his tip against your man's back entrance. "Don't let go till I'm fully in," he orders biting his lower teeth. Watching him enter his cock into your husband’s ass is arousing. He takes it gentle at first, inch by inch while he rocks in and out. Your hands are firm around Sunwoo’s cock leaving both men moaning out. "Let go baby girl you did well," he complements as he then kisses you. Your teeth clash together as he's kissing you like your oxygen he needs. It's addictive and you can understand Youngjae’s need of it making him go crazy. He rocks gently against your husbands ass while his mouth is taking you up mountains. Your hands instinctively fall to his hair and curl around his strands. His lips find your tongue and suckle around it and you realise this is where Youngjae picked up this technic. However, the first time he did this with you was just after he took Sunwoo’s pictures. Your husband had finally cheated on you but it wasn't a random girl, or even Jayoon. It was Kim Sunwoo. He hadn't been fucking he had been fucked. And despite the secrets and deceit it was sexy and super hot. Youngjae had given himself to someone else and the evidence was in the fact he was screaming Sunwoo’s name. And when Sunwoo's lips left yours it was Youngjae’s name that slipped out. "Youngjae fuck," Sunwoo grunts turning his attention to his best friend. "You feel so good. I'm glad we have no secrets no more," he growls. "I don't have to fuck you in hiding," he grunts as a moan escapes. "That's right you may have married him, but he's mine I had him first," he says grabbing your face to look at him.

"Every time, you sent that girl on him he came here and let me itch that scratch. Every time you made him fuck random girls he didn't. He gave them a love bite snapped and came here for a good fuck," he grunted. “And the reason why you're saving your marriage is because he's gay for me," he slipped out. His admission was making your body on fire. The jealousy had been flamed on full power. "Isn't that right Jae," he pants struggling under his own heat. "Who is it you really want underneath you," Sunwoo mocked as he pulled Youngjae up by his hair. "You Sunwoo it's always been you," he whimpers, tears dripping down his beautiful face. Sunwoo mocks you, mocks your marriage and your love and your body is shaking. It should be by anger. Tears are pitted by your eyes. Sunwoo stands up holding Youngjae by his arms as he fucks into him with everything he has. "Y/N lay down," he orders and you obey laying with your thighs wide open hanging off the bed. It's like you understand where Sunwoo is going with this next. Youngjae’s eyes are closed, his teeth have made his lips bleed and his pretty Face is wet with his tears. "Tell her again," Sunwoo orders with a slap against his ass. "I'm fucking Sunwoo, I've never stopped," the words spill as Youngjae look guilty. "When he brought your wedding ring it was around my neck when I fucked him," he snaps and your hip is trying to buckle up against your husband, now he's lowered a little above you. But Sunwoo's hold is keeping him just out of reach. "You know you caught us laughing in the bathroom at your wedding party. That's because we were laughing about how he's truly mine and not yours just after I fucked him," he goads and you pull Youngjae’s knee towards you. It looked hot when he had it against Jayoon's and you need it yourself. "Remember when you walked in that time and we were laying on your bed together all sweaty from our jogging run. We had been fucking in your bed," he chuckles and you remember it. You remember Youngjae's guilty face when you caught them laying back catching his breath. Fuck, you were Jayoon in this situation. You were the wife that he could claim because he couldn't marry him. You were the cover story. They had been fucking at every opportunity. "You know what tonight’s about right Y/N?" He asks you as you have nothing left but to whimper. "He wants a baby right?" He pants, his hip never stopping for a second. "He fucked you earlier yes? And asked for a baby, didn't he," he whispers and your body burns. He did and there's no way Sunwoo would have known unless he was part of this whole plan. "We're going to breed you till you have our baby," he growls as Youngjae whimpers heavily. "Your going to be a good fake wife and have our kid so that I can have your husband forever," he pants as Youngjae's cock is throbbing hard. His breeding kink active. Your husbands getting seriously aroused by you carrying their child. "Have our baby please," he begs as Sunwoo is now a mess as much as Youngjae. "Sunwoo don't cum yet, don't waste a drop," Youngjae says woken with fire in his eyes. But he's not looking at you. He’s looking at your stomach. His fingers reaching out to hold it to rub his hands like it's growing already. Your so desperate for friction you work with them. "Cum in me baby," you plead and Sunwoo lets him drop as he slides in your heat. His dick is throbbing heavy and hard. Sunwoo's hands press his to your stomach. "Cum Jae make our baby, I will cum in her just after you," he screams out struggling at his edge. Just those words alone and he spills in you. But before you could come Sunwoo Yanks him from you as you scream like your on fire and all you care about are your own needs which are full of desperation. But Sunwoo’s not cruel he's slipped between your thighs, lips heavy and crashing against yours. Slipping himself in you you whimper feeling your husbands lover fucking you.

“Sweet Y/N I'm sorry but please have our baby, let me keep your man. I can make him happy," he whimpers against you. Your nails dig into his skin. Your eyes briefly catch Youngjae on the floor panting like he did when you caught them in bed together. "Fuck," you growl. "He's mine you can't have him," you shout out at him while your hips meet his cock which is right at your cervix. “He's never been yours not since I took his virginity you were only borrowed," Sunwoo growls giving goosebumps over your body. "If you have our baby I will reward you with that girl. I made him marry you to keep our secrets I can make him bring that girl to our bed. But know that it's Our bed," he pants in your ears. You don't know if it's Jayoon, him being the one fucking your man all along or Sunwoo’s deep sexy voice against your ear, but it pushes you over the edge. Your walls tightening around him as he deeply growls and pours his hot seed deep in you. But your orgasm isn't letting go even when he slows. Your nails Is imbedded in his arms that your making him bleed. "Fuck Y/N," he chuckles wincing. “Are you that turned on," he mocks as Youngjae chuckles. "I'm on freaking fire you asshole," you whimper, your hips not slowing. "I've done my bit let go of me and take your husband home and fuck him all night long," Sunwoo chuckles as he tries to leave you. But your body is glued to him, your legs are stuck heavily around his waist. Hips still meeting him who’s stilled while his cock is still hard in you and your body is too riled to let go. "Jae help," he sniggers as Youngjae laughs at him. "Well what did you think would happen if you said all that, she's going to be permanently turned on now," Youngjae says amused. "Well she can be permanently turned on on you," he responds when he finally removes you. "Youngjae your going to have to bring that girl in. She won't leave you even if you did fall in love with her. That or she needs real help with that Cuckquean addiction of hers," he scoffed as you rolled onto Youngjae on the floor. "Thanks mate I owe you one," Youngjae says as Sunwoo dresses himself. "Hey I enjoyed that as much as you both did. So I won't say no, on a different day when I’ve fully recovered," he adds pointing his finger between you. "By the way, minus kisses and some role play to get into his character as Eric we haven't fucked behind your back," he adds as you scowl at him. "But if you want me to step into that role I'm happy to oblige," he winks amused. "Our wedding? My ring?" You asked as he looked at you and laughed. "Well their new memories for you to cherish," he adds with a wink and air kisses both your way. "No I'm not going to have an affair with Kim Sunwoo," he adds as he stands up to your pout. "One night stands, one offs yes but no affairs with anyone. I don't care how rabid it makes you," he says with a wink.

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Hiding the Watermelon

Wordcount; 14,391

Fandom; Nct Dream, Nct 127, Wayv, Aespa & Riize.

Pairing: Lee Jeno X Reader, Reader X Lee Donghyuk Aka Haechan, Reader X Yuta Nakamoto, Reader X Xiao Dejun Aka Xiaojun, Lee Jeno X Yu Jimin Aka Karina, Yuta Nakamoto X Ning Yizhuo Aka Ningning, Lee Donghyuk Aka Haechan X Ning Yizhuo Aka Ningning, Na Jaemin X Yu Jimin Aka Karina, & Kun Qian X Aeri Uchinaga Aka Giselle.

Characters; Lee Jeno, Lee Donghyuk Aka Haechan, Yuta Nakamoto, Xiao Dejun Aka Xiaojun, Lee Taeyong, Lee Mark, Johnny Suh, Jeong Yuno Aka Jaehyun, Kim Jungwoo, Zhong Chenle, Huang Renjun, Na Jaemin, Liu Yangyang, Qian Kun, Ning Yizhuo Aka Ningning, Yu Jimin Aka Karina, Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul Aka Ten, Wong Kun-Hang Aka Hendery & Dong Si Cheng Aka Winwin.

Mentions; Aeri Uchinaga Aka Giselle, Kim Doyoung & Osaki Shotaro

Warnings; Angst, Manipulation, Parent Abuse, Violence, Sexual descriptions, Pregnancy, Abortion & Murder.

Notes; Chapter 16/23 of Twisted Universe.

Happy 10th Anniversary.

I know we are still sore over Mark leaving and I will continue to keep him in this Fanfiction. I wish Him all the best on the next part of his journey and will be by his side supporting him. The Same for Ten even though I'm glad that we get to keep him with NCT and Wayv for a little longer.

Taglist; @devinitysann

"You're an asshole," she pants, like you fear as you leave her. It should have hurt if you weren't paying attention to your cum dripping down her to the couch. "But you fell for this asshole even while you’re engaged to someone else," you smirk, inwardly smiling at her smart mouth not throwing something to take this moment away from you. "Help me dress and look presentable," she begs as you give her your hand to help her up. " Y/N, you think I would leave you alone? We’ll be sharing a bedroom soon; I won’t let you run from me again," you threaten, knowing you have an audience. While you feel shame and guilt towards Yuta. To you, it wasn't a mistake. Even though you didn't want the current consequences that was about to be thrown upon you both. "I'm going to kill you," Yuta shouts, making Y/N jump as he slams his fist into your cheek. You lay there as the second fist connects with your lip. Yuta’s mother screams in fear as the third meets your nose. You can feel blood begin to drip as three more hit you. A couple maybe even more, continue as your face numbs. It was then that you realise his body isn't over yours; your swollen eyes take in Yuta holding Y/N tight. She looks as angry as Yuta himself, but her eyes are on the floor. Y/N’s mother curls into a ball as Taeyong holds her. "I don't care anymore," Y/N says, twisting to face Yuta in response to whatever he said in an attempt to calm her down. Walking to the fire, she pulls out the fire poker like she knows its origin. Turning to your father, she walks to him, placing it in his hand. "I would rather be dead than live in this house for one more second," she snarls, like she just lost her last will to live. “Mark, can you please take Mrs. Nakamoto and Yuta and help him clean up?" your father says as you and Donghyuk look at each other in fear. It takes some whispering and gentle persuasion from Yuta’s mother before he reluctantly leaves. For the first time, you realise your error; this mess is on you. "Taeyong, bind her," your father says as you freeze in your spot. "But mother," he gasps, holding her tightly in his arms. "He doesn’t care as long as he gets his punishment in," Y/N continues to bite, thinking he will go to war with words. Your father spreads his hands with the poker as he goes to strike her. You whimper, but like always, your fear of your father freezes you in place. To your relief, he stops inches from her face, and you taunt yourself for being a coward. "You can’t do it, can you? Your punishment is manipulation. Well, that won’t work on me anymore. I’ve already hurt Yuta myself, and right this second I couldn’t care what you do to Jaemin, Donghyuk or Jeno." she says as she walks away from him. Like your father, who won't let this slide, he walks straight past her, hitting the poker into your eldest brother. The snap of the bones and shrills from his cry tell you this time he managed to break it. "Taeyong," she whimpers, dashing to him as Donghyuk attempts to follow. But you remain frozen to the spot as your father eyes you both before Y/N. “You sure about that?" he mocks. "I couldn’t care less whom I have to hurt to make you act in line," he says as she trembles, finally understanding the same terror that you four siblings endure. "You win; I won’t marry your mother because my agreement with your brother is void now. Call Kun, please," he demands at Donghyuk. And you know what words are coming next – words that, in your desire to have her, get you all punished once more. "Sending me elsewhere? To a new fiancée?" she chuckles, still not losing her will to give up. "No new fiancée; people like you don’t deserve a second chance at a flash wedding," he snarls as Kun appears. "Take Y/N to the car. Don’t let her out; I will be with you in half an hour," he snarls. Y/N is torn, and you know it's all your fault. She looks at you, and while you want her to hate you, it's one of equal concern.

"Donghyuk, get Mr. Jang to arrange for Chaeyoon and Taeyong to be checked over at the hospital," he snaps, sending Donghyuk to his favourite security. "Princess, are you okay?" he says, kneeling down to Chaeyoon. "Tae," she whimpers, her hands brushing against her son, who is pale and trembling in shock, making small whimpers. "I know, I’m sorry I allowed her to make me do that; I will do better, I promise. I will punish her beyond what you can imagine," he says as she looks to him with horror—the first time seeing signs of her concern for Y/N. "Please, no, please don't," she whimpers as he stands up to look at you. "Are you happy, Jeno?" he snarls as your throat dries, unable to speak. “Your messed up mind was the cause of today. If you had kept her in check that first day, we wouldn't be in this situation. Your brother wouldn't be broken on the floor," he spits, walking towards you. Eyes falling on Taeyong, who struggles to move to sit up. “Father, this is on you, not him; you need to show calm," he says in agony, breaking your father to snap his eyes back to him. "Tae," his mother moans as Jiwon enters, her eyes taking your fear and Taeyong’s. "What did you do, Sooman?" she snaps as Donghyuk whimpers behind her. "Trust golden balls to snitch," he snarls as Jiwon steps between you and him. "Accompany them to the hospital, please," he snaps as Mr. Jang, who just entered, nods and goes to them with Kun's help. "Donghyuk, please support your mother to leave so I can speak with my heir," he snarls as Jiwon refuses to move from you. "It's okay," you say, pressing your hand to her shoulder with a warm smile. "Mum, please," Donghyuk says, pulling at her clothing. "Please take his punishment out on me," she says as Donghyuk sobs. While you weren't overly close, Jiwon did try her best to keep you safe from your father's punishment. "Ju, Jiwon," he snaps, pressing his hands on her shoulders. "No one will get harmed; I'm calmer now that Y/N is gone," he says as your fists tighten. "I'm sure he will be punishing himself more than anything. Haewon told me how much in love he is with Y/N," she says as this news takes him by surprise. "You're in love with Y/N?" he asks as you nod. "This changes things," he says as he turns his back to you for a moment. Silence fills the room as he turns to you, looking with evilness in his eyes, then silently leaves. "He just left like that?" Donghyuk questions before looking back at you. "Wait, you're in love with Y/N?" he asks as you nod. "Since when? You always pushed her away," he asks as you look down at your feet. "Since the day I first met her; I just, for some messed up reason, punished her for my past," you say as Donghyuk comes to you. "How is Y/N our past?" Donghyuk asks as his mother leaves you to continue speaking. "She was the daughter of the woman my father loved so much that my mother left me," you say as Donghyuk understands in that second. "Why did you sleep with her tonight?" he asks as you feel your eyes welling up. "I did something awful," you admit as Donghyuk presses his hand to your shoulder. "I made her think I was Yuta," you confess as you sit on the couch. "Holy shit, what is wrong with you?" Donghyuk says, anger returning. "I know, I know. I never intended for Yuta to catch us, though," you say, pulling your bangs out of your eyes. “So was it you who danced with Ningning?" he asks as you nod. "For fuck's sake," Donghyuk says, punching the sofa before sitting down. Silence hits the room. “However, I can talk; I pushed Dejun to dance with her. The thing is, he was honest and upfront that he wasn't Yuta," he says as your head turns to him. "I knew it; I felt the body language," you say as he rolls his eyes. "What I'm trying to say is we are both going to have to grovel to Yuta and help save their relationship," he says as your head snaps to him.

Entering the corridor, you find Yuta, Kun, and Donghyuk. "Don’t you dare look like your world has ended because you caused this,” Yuta screams your way, storming up to you. "Yuta, I know we need to do this, but not now—not until we know Y/N is safe,” you say, fear in your eyes of your father's response. "I thought you said she was safe?” He turns to question Donghyuk. "I said he didn’t touch her, not that she was safe. Where did you take her?” Donghyuk asks Kun. "She's in the car outside," he says as you and Yuta both twist to the front door. "Please don’t; we don’t want more trouble, and Mr. Lee knows I’m the only one who knows where she is,” Kun pleads behind you as you both ignore him. No car was in sight as your heart raced. "I thought you said she was in a car out here," you snapped as Kun and Donghyuk followed behind you. “She was; I put her in the car like your father asked me,” he said, looking up and down the road. "So we don't know if she's safe?" Yuta asked Kun, frustration evident as he shook his head. Watching Yuta search for his phone, you feel guilt hitting. "I think this is yours," you say as you pass him the stolen device. "Why have you got my phone?" he asks, refusing eye contact. "Y/N has a phone?" you question, snatching his phone back after his failed attempt to call her. You didn't want him to know you had been in his phone, so you played it under pretence and guilt. "Don't piss me off more than you already have," Yuta screeched as you pressed the numbers into your phone to call her, like earlier, only for her not to answer. "What’s up? You really thought she would answer you? I know you tricked her into sleeping with you,” he asks as you look to him, guilt attacking you from every angle. As he was in a mad rush texting her, you wrote her another one. 'Please let me know you're okay' "Has she seen yours?" you asked, desperation in your voice as he shook his head. "Come on, she won’t reply to either of you. You were cheated on……and you, well, yeah, you’re the reason she’s in this mess,” Donghyuk grumbled, his words stinging. "Pass me her number; let me see if I can get her to answer,” Donghyuk said with determination. "Hyung, what happened to Taeyong? Someone said he’s in the estate hospital,” Jungwoo said, coming up the hallway towards you all. "Mr. Lee said we could go be with him," Jaehyun added. "Mr. Lee was the person who put him there," Donghyuk snarls as their jaws drop. "We should still go and support him," Jaehyun adds and Yuta agrees. "Donghyuk, if you hear from Y/N, please, I beg you, let me know," he asks as Donghyuk nods. "Please keep me up to date with Taeyong," Donghyuk asked himself. You watch them leave, and you do worry for your eldest brother. Part of you wants to run to him, but he has his friends—the friends he has always considered his family. But you also didn't want to face the reality that he is there because of your actions. ‘If you don't let me know soon, I will be going down for murder; I swear,’ you type, looking at the phone with anxiety. Instead, your father responds: ‘Office now.’ Rolling your eyes and fearing his earlier glance, you make your way to him. "Sit," he says as you obey, looking at you in silence briefly. "What do you plan to do with Y/N?" you ask, fearing the brief smirk on his face. "Your punishment for today’s embarrassment in front of Yuta’s mother is to have Y/N removed from the estate," he says as your eyes widen. "Where is she?" you say, a touch of anger lacing through. "I've sent her to Busan, to the beach house," he says as your eyes widen.

"Why? To remove her from me? I promise to stay away from her and Yuta if it keeps her safe," you say as he chuckles Mockingly. "You and Yuta won't ever see her again," he says as your fists and jaw tighten. "You can't do this to her, to take her away from the people she knows and loves," you say in bewilderment. “Jeno, I made the biggest mistake bringing her here, to you even. I thought she would have the sweet tone of her mother's upbringing. But instead, she's her father's daughter to the bone. She is not heir-worthy to have your child. After tonight, I don't want her near Yuta either; his poor mother would be horrified," he says, leaning on his arms. "She is worthy to be the mother of my heir. Yes, she's ballsy; yes, she has a smart mouth, but that's her. But that’s who I fell in love with," you splutter, letting tears fall from your eyes. "You hated the idea of marrying her and me bringing her here. Did you forget you pushed her into your brother's bed? Now you're in love with her and breaking your cousin's heart. For God's sake, son, can you not keep your dick away from fucking your cousin’s partners?" he snapped, throwing Karina in your face. "Can I not make you reconsider?" you beg as he shakes his head. "Take this just as much as your punishment as hers," he says as you bite your lip to keep the tears from falling. "I should add that she will have a new fiancée?" he adds as this time you slam your fist onto the table between you. "You can't; you can't do that to Yuta, me, or even her. You can't keep shipping her off to new partners every time there's a mistake made," you say with more venom in your tone than you wanted. "Jeno, I suggest you calm down before I make it 100 times worse." "So you're going to blackmail me like you blackmailed her into marrying Yuta?" you snap and he nods at you. "Father, I don't think I can forgive you easily for this," you say as he mockingly laughs. "You don't understand, Jeno; this is for you, and if you hate me for it, then that is a path I'm willing to take," he says as you twist to face him as the door knocks. "We can talk more about this later, but I need to find her a new partner," he says as Kun opens it. "Cancelled Giselle and Kun's wedding for another arrangement, are you? Did you not learn after Ningning and Yuta?" you snap as he turns to you with a fiercer expression. "It is his members, not Kun, I'm marrying to Y/N," he says as Ten peers through the opening with Dejun & Henderly behind. Walking closer to the door, Yangyang and Winwin are standing a big distance behind, looking anxious. "Whoever he makes marry her, know I will make it my mission to tear you limb from limb," you snap as they look at you, puzzled. "That's enough, Jeno," your father snaps your way as you turn to face him. "Father, I promise you, if you keep hurting her, I will find a way to bring you down," you snap as you storm off to find a moment to calm your angered heart. "What was said, and why did Wayv go in there?" Donghyuk asks as you wonder how he knows you were there. But before you can answer, Yuta returns, looking emotionally shattered. "How is he?" Donghyuk asks as he looks exhausted. "Groggy but fixable in time," he says before looking at you and coming closer. "What have you found out?" he asks, as if he knows you have answers. “Don't give me rumour's either; I need hard facts," he snaps as you look at him, not really wanting to break his heart a second time tonight. "I heard it from father already," you pause, feeling sick. "He sent Y/N to Busan; he’s currently in there talking to all of Wayv. One of them will be her new fiancé, and none of us are allowed to see her again,” you say as he shakes his head in denial. "No, we can't allow that," he says, ready to break the dam you know he is holding. "It’s over, Yuta. I fucked it up; this is on me, I know. But if we chase her, he will hurt her,” you say, fear at what your father would do next.

"I will bend to whatever he demands if it keeps her safe. You would do well to do the same,” you add as he looks like his world is collapsing. "I can't, I can't," he screams, storming towards Mr. Lee’s wing, Johnny and Donghyuk pulling him backwards. “Please, hyung, don't," Jungwoo begs as Yuta snaps, screaming in pure anger that you’re sure the whole estate heard. His fist collides with the wall as he continues to wail, the sound breaking your heart. "Get it together, Yuta! We will find a way to get her back, but we have to work as a team. We need to make her escape like I said from the beginning,” Donghyuk says, collapsing to the floor. You feel frustrated that Donghyuk is still planning an escape. "I can’t wait, Hyuk! I need her now; I need her with me and not someone else,” he sobs, the dam breaking. "Y/N will be waiting for you. It pains me to admit it, but I know she’s loyal to you,” Donghyuk says in an attempt to comfort him. "I think today proved she's far from that," he whimpers as guilt eats you alive. "Right, Yuta. Dejun told her immediately he wasn’t you, but she already knew. As for me and her, you dropped your phone and mask. I played her and told her I was you. I even danced with Ningning in the mask and made her and Donghyuk jealous,” you admit as his puffy eyes narrow in anger at you. "In jealousy, I told her that it was you in that mask; I really thought it was you, though,” Donghyuk admitted. “Y/N knew I wasn’t you as well, as soon as I got to her. She was frustrated and desperate to get to you,” he says, biting his lip. "So get up off the floor; let’s wait for Taeyong to recover, and we’ll fight for her,” you say, offering him your hand. While you are terrified of your father's threats, there must be a way for you all to bring her home safely or even help her escape. "If it makes you feel better, you can beat me again, but hurry up; I won’t be your punch bag forever.” you say as he takes your hand to stand.

------------------------🔺-------------------- "So, we need to go to the beach house and fetch her," you say as Donghyuk looks to Yuta in your apartment. "So we just need to go there, kidnap Y/N, and take her somewhere safe," you add as they nod. "But after that, where do we send her?" Yuta asks as you see Donghyuk’s eyes widen. "If we follow Mother’s plan she was originally going to enact, then she will get her out. She's Y/N's safe place; she knows how Dad works," Donghyuk says as you dislike the thought of your father's lover looking after her. "My mother saw a sign of Mr. Lee she didn't like on this visit. I know she wouldn't stitch Y/N up; we could send her to Osaka," Donghyuk says as your head snaps up. "The first place Father will look will be Yuta childhood home. You can't send her there until he searches the place first," you say as Yuta nods understanding. “However, I have a wealthy friend that I've been silently working on a promo with in Japan. I'm sure he would hide her for us. He's not fond of Father at all," you say as their heads snap up. “Who?" Donghyuk asks with interest. "Shotaro," you say, mentioning the Riize corporate leader. While the news linked to your father's company, they had no time for him, especially Shotaro, who had spent years building himself among you all at NCT. "We just need to get her a fake passport, and then we can send her back with him next week," you say as they nod. "Then when you leave in a year, you can return to her," you say to Yuta, who takes your words by surprise. While you hate the thought of them having their happily-ever-after, you hate the images of her life under the rule of your father here in the estate. You and Yuta chat the early morning away as Donghyuk falls asleep, feeling that your emotions for Y/N are finally being settled into a mutual understanding. You had forgotten how fond you were of having personal chats with him. Not only do you need to work on your anger and jealousy, but you also need to make amends with Yuta for what you did in your selfish need to have her when she was already gone from your life. "Y/N is safe for now," he says to you as you relax in your seat. Dashing to your phone to see if she responded to you, you find nothing. "She hasn't replied to me; see, she will always choose you," you admit in pain. "She didn't contact me either; she contacted her brother," Yuta says in equal discomfort as he looks over the message. Yuta sends a frenzy of texts and calls Y/N’s way, each second making him return to his panicky self. "Why won't she answer?" he snaps, waking Donghyuk. "What's happened now?" he asks, yawning. "Has Y/N responded to you?” Yuta asks as he checks. "She's read it but not responded," he says, pouting. Answering the door, you find Johnny, Jungwoo, Renjun, and Chenle. Who enter with Breakfast and Emotional Support. You all enjoy the food Renjun made when you are disturbed by Yuta’s phone ringing. He barely speaks, just with his panicky eyes returning. Walking to the side of the room, his eyes change colour a little when he finally hears her. "Y/N, shhhh, sweetie, it's okay. We're working on a way to rescue you. Where are you?" He tries to reassure her as your hand grips the table. "Jeno was for Taeyong?" he asks, snapping your head to look his ways. Since when was being dicked down on Taeyong's behalf? "Then what have you done?" he asks as you can see his hands shaking on the phone. "Our marriage - what do you mean? You can't do that without me?" he says as your heart drops. Why is marriage being mentioned? It was just an engagement, right? His face loses all colour as you feel sick not knowing what words she has said. “You married someone who wasn't me?" he questions, as Chenle looks to you, with Renjun’s hand on your shoulder. No, there is no way she was married already, and who the fuck with? Which of those scummy Wayv bastards stole Y/N away?

"So you didn't just sleep with your ex-fiancée behind my back; you got married when you were engaged to me," Yuta shouts in anger you had never witnessed before. "You gave up on me?" he continues to ask angrily. While all you had wanted was for her to leave him, you had changed your mind. Y/N had a habit with you of causing chaos. You needed her to beg for you guys to come save her from this marriage and return home to Japan like you arranged. "Good; I hope it is. You made me leave Ningning, you cheated on me, and then you married someone else. You've killed me three times over," Yuta says with a venom you can easily recognise. Y/N had a habit of making you lose your senses and showing the darker version of yourself. "Yuta," Jungwoo says, attempting to calm him. "Well, you finally came as a tribute to Jeno, didn't you. In fact, are you sure you're not Mr. Lee’s offspring himself,” he curses, and while you should take offence after this mess belonging to you, you deserve it. "I think you should hang up before you say things you don't mean," Johnny says gently by Yuta’s side. “I can't do this. I hope you and Dejun live a happy and fruitful life," Yuta says, dropping the phone as he slides down the wall. Full sobs come from him, heavy enough to make your eyes water. “Yuta, what's happening?" Donghyuk asks, equally emotional himself. “She married," he says, muffling a name that you don't know if you heard or didn't want to hear. "Did he say she's married, like officially married?" you ask, hoping there is a chance it isn't legit. Y/N was under you just a few hours ago; how can she suddenly be married to someone else? "You happy now, both of you? You win," he says, standing up with tears still dripping down his face as he goes to leave through the door. "Who did you say she married?" you ask, not wanting to be in denial anymore. "You heard," he shouted, biting his lip like he didn't want to say the name again. "You said Dejun right? Xiao Dejun?" Donghyuk asks as you shake your head, refusing to accept that. "No, this is a lie. When did they have time to get married… She wouldn’t… she’s so in love with you; she wouldn’t let some stranger be the one who takes that away,” you say, refusing to accept a universe where Y/N would actively marry someone who wasn't Yuta. "Jeno, yours and Yuta’s engagement too was forced. She was probably forced to marry Dejun,” Donghyuk says, as you continue to refuse to accept this news. "No, I refuse to believe that," you continue, feeling like the world has been shaken. "For Taeyong's safety, she would," Yuta says as your eyes widen. He had a point; the last thing she saw was her brother broken on the floor with a punishment from your father. The same father who sent Y/N to marry Yuta to punish you. The same father who wanted her far away from your reach. "Wait, is that what she said?" you ask as he nods. "Then we need to find them, annul the wedding! I’m sure there’s something about forced marriages that can be accepted for annulment!” you state, refusing to let her live a new life elsewhere. "She told me she’s given up, so that’s what I will do. I won’t be you two and punish her for a choice that she’s been forced to take,” he snaps, and you remember how quickly she fell in love with Yuta. The way she and Dejun danced like they knew each other hits your mind. Either they already knew each other or were already suited to each other. "Leave me alone; I need time to accept this," he sobs, as Johnny attempts to comfort him before leaving the apartment. "I'm going to kill him," you say, tossing a chair on the floor. "Don't you think you've done enough to him?" Jungwoo says as you roll your eyes. "Dejun, not Yuta," you respond as he relaxes a little. "What do we do?" Donghyuk says, looking to you with concern. "We continue with our plan, with or without Yuta’s support. Getting Y/N free from here is the answer," you say, grabbing the paperwork you guys had started writing on.

"But Yuta’s right; chasing her got her into this mess. If she wants to be with Dejun, then do we just let her?" he says as you shake your head. "Hyuk, all you've ever talked about is her freedom; are you changing your mind now?" you ask, confused. "She's married now; that's a big step," he says, like Yuta’s words hurt him. "He won't save her because he's hurting. She cheated on him, so he's hiding a lot of unreserved trauma. But we have to set her free. It's the least we can do for her," you plead as he looks at you, frustrated. "Excuse me; what did I do? I didn't cheat on her and push her into my arms. I was the one who took care of her till you got all the feelings you should have had at the start. If you didn't ditch Karina, she wouldn't have gone telling on us, and Y/N would still be here. To put the cherry on the cake, you were the one who was caught with your pants down that led to her being sent away again," he snaps as you put your hands through your hair. “And I regret every second of it; Minus those special moments with her. I just hate how we got caught. But at the same time I get it, I've messed up and if it prevents this then I wish I hadn't. But Y/N shouldn't pay more than she already has, should she?" you ask as he shakes his head. "So phone lover boy up and get some information so we can free her, please," you beg as he looks to Johnny and Jungwoo. Typing his number in is engaged briefly. "Keep trying," you snap as he looks annoyed. "Please," you add as he tries for three minutes when it rings. "Put it on loudspeaker," you snap as he turns to you. "Do you want to take the call instead?" he questions annoyed. "I think me on that isn't advisable right now," you say as you hear Dejun answer. "If you're coming to lecture me, please don't. I already had it from Yuta. I know I'm your enemy now," Dejun says on the phone as you hear rustling. "I wasn't ringing to give a hard time; I was ringing to check how Y/N is," Donghyuk says as you roll your eyes. You need him to be more informative, not asking for baseless information that won't lead you to her. "She's doing as well as you could possibly expect," Dejun says, sounding exhausted. Did he not want this either? "Is she eating?" Donghyuk asks, concern etched on his voice. "Yes, I just ordered her something; hopefully, I can encourage her to take a bite," he says as Donghyuk looks reassured. "Thanks, Dejun; thanks for looking after her. I know you've had an equal time of it too," Donghyuk sympathises as you tut. "Thanks, Hyuk; this wasn't how I imagined my future, but we have to make it with what we have," he says as you glares at Donghyuk. "Well, I just wanted to say congratulations; enjoy your honeymoon. Hope the beach house is cozy," he says as you lean closer. “Your father put us in a hotel," he says as your fist clenches the back of the chair. "Look, I need to go and let her know food's ready," he says, trying to excuse himself. "Look, Dejun, you won't be my enemy unless you hurt her. I need her to be looked after properly, especially with my father and his poisonous ways. Are you truly up for the task?" he asks as the phone goes quiet briefly. "I don't know how to be a husband, but I can promise I will do my utmost best," he says as Donghyuk tuts. "I don't need your best; I need your word; otherwise, you will have me breathing down your neck. I will let the dog, that's Jeno, bite, and trust me, he bites hard," Donghyuk says as you slap his shoulder. "I can give you my word I will never intentionally hurt her," he says as Donghyuk smiles warmly. "Okay, well go feed her," Donghyuk says as Dejun thanks him for the call and hangs up. "What the fuck was that?" you snapped as Renjun try's to calm you. "It sounds like he will take good care of her, hyung," he says as you whip your head towards him.

By the time you arrive, Taeyong comes to greet you. "Thanks; she's in the family room, still asleep," he says as he brings you to the memorial room where Dejun is standing silently. Placing a lily on her fathers memorial, looking at his portrait, noticing all your favourite features of Y/N in him. Bowing twice to Y/N's father, you turn to Dejun and bow to him. "How is she?" you ask as he looks exhausted himself. "She's at the edge, Jeno. I'm sure she's wasting away in my very eyes," he says as you pat his arm sympathetically. "Taeyong thinks my tough-love approach will work; do you agree?" you ask as he nods. "She ignores me and Taeyong; even Donghyuk and Yuta couldn't get her to eat properly," he says, looking at the floor. "Where is she?" you ask as he points to the family room. Walking in, you whimper at the sight. It's only been fourteen days since you last saw her, and she looks like she has hardly eaten. Going to your knees, you push your hair out of her face and tuck it behind her ear. Her face is so thin it’s clear to see she is just a shell of her former self. This is your fault; her condition is utterly on you. You see her stirring and look to a foldable chair by the door. The last thing she needs is you on the floor with her, so you sit in the chair by her feet, watching as she slowly wakes up. Taking a deep breath, you have to give her the tough love character you know she hates instead of the one you have been working on to improve. Her eyes roam around the room, looking to the empty spot by her side, probably searching for Dejun. Her eyes widen when they find yours. “That better be an illusion," she growls, and you can't help but smirk. "No, I'm the real deal, Pretty," you say, sitting up. "And why are you here?" she spits out with the venom you knew she would. “Don't you think I've received enough punishment because of you?" she growls as your heart stings that she thinks her hell is at your cost too. “Well, it seems you won't eat properly. Your brother, your husband, sweet Hyuk," you pause, pouting for effect. "Nor your darling Yuta," you add as she hisses her displeasure your way. “So I am your punishment? Eat, rest when I say, or I will annoy you," you say, arms folded. "Don't push me, Jeno," she warns. "Don't test my patience neither, Y/N," you say, cutting her off, trying to remain serious despite thinking she looks cute. "We are shaking off this animosity. Make yourself look even more pretty, and go out there and eat something," you say, standing up as she looks reluctant to move. "Or we can find something more entertaining to do here. I've got a good chest for consoling you," you dare her, knowing those words will get the desired reaction as she reluctantly obeys. "There we go, my good obedient girl," you smirk as she hits your arm with full force. "I'm not your girl," she growls as she walks into the memorial room. You can’t help but smile at her fieriness. Normally, she used to rile you up, but now it feels like a switch has flipped, making her the cutest person in the world. "Morning, baby," she says, walking up to Dejun and kissing him passionately, which, from Dejun’s reaction, is clearly for show. “Breakfast, Y/N, is edible food," you tease even though their connection is unsettling. She whispers what you're sure are insults your way, before storming to the table. "Kun has prepared some yummy abalone porridge for you," you say, passing her a bowl. "Do I have to feed you, or can you do that yourself?" you say sarcastically as she snatches the spoon from your grip. Taeyong was right; she barely eats a few mouthfuls, tiny ones at that, before pushing the bowl away. "No, Y/N, I want it all gone," you say, sliding the bowl back.

"Do you realise that of your father’s kids, you’re the most alike?" she snaps, as your jaw tenses. Always, she finds a way to unleash the venom that you want to release. You probably would have done if it wasn't for the circumstances. You watch as she stops, her eyes rolling as she pales. “Let's leave the dramatics to your mother, aright?" you snigger before she starts gagging. "Y/N, you okay?" Yangyang says, dashing to her as it dawns on you she isn’t faking it. "I'm going to-" she gags, hands around her mouth, as Yangyang grabs her, running to the toilet. Looking over to Dejun, you toss your head in Y/N’s direction as you go to follow. "Is she okay?" you ask Yangyang as you reach the toilet, and he shakes his head. You can hear her being sick from outside the bathroom. "She's getting sick from this, isn't she? She was just coming out of her shell too, and then her father passing," he says, looking to the bathroom worriedly. "It’ll be okay; I'm sure we will get her all the support she needs after the funeral," you say, reassuring him as he makes his way back to the funeral room. Your heart breaks hearing her sobs as she calms herself down. "She needs medical attention, Dejun," you say as Dejun makes his way worriedly to you. "Do you think she would let me take her?" he defends himself. "That's the problem. You're not looking after her. She’s so stubborn and overwhelmed with grief that she’s punishing herself, and you refuse to see that," you snap, feeling guilty knowing he's trying his best, but you feel so useless watching her so fragile. "Don't lecture my husband on how to handle me. I've told you that food right now and this stress is making me ill. But your sadistic mindset had to push me, and the little I could eat just came right back up," she says, entering and looking pale as she jabs her finger into your chest. "He is right, Y/N; you do need medical attention—stress or not," Dejun says with concern. "Tonight, take me back to my father’s house. I will eat a banquet, and if I'm still unwell, I’ll get seen tomorrow, I promise," she pleads with him. "I will organise it," you start saying, but she cuts you off. "No, Jeno, this week I’m not under your family’s control; I will have my own doctor analyse me," she says, cutting you off before walking away. "I promise I will have her checked out as soon as the funeral has taken place," he says, nodding before following her.

Filling in the forms, Dejun is almost silent. But when he does speak, the way he speaks about her, reminds you she is his. Jealousy bites; it's like Y/N’s condition is unraveling your pure animosity for the fact he stole her away. You made a promise to him that night, and like the rest of his members, you planned to make their life hell if they married her. Knowing from Kun about the offer he took meant she was nothing but an early future for him. Your patience is pushed even further; when he can't even remember the smallest detail about her. While, you didn't know every small detail, you knew the basics. Walking back into the room, you feel relieved to see Y/N lying up in bed, chatting to Donghyuk and Yuta. However, she isn't best pleased to see you; her glare is one you have become very accustomed to. "How are you feeling, Miss Son?" the doctor asks as she attempts to sit up properly in bed. "A lot better now I've rested," she says as you deadpan her. "Y/N passing out from pure exhaustion and starvation isn't rest," you snap, your fear biting you over her self-inflicted pain. "I told you it's stress; my father passed away; it was his funeral today," she explains as the doctor looks serious. "Y/N, it’s a combination of many factors, but they are all secondary causes," she says with concern. “What do you mean? Is she seriously unwell?" Yuta asks, panicking as the sudden prospect of her being seriously ill seems likely. "No, you're pregnant," she says, chuckling. Pregnant? Y/N is pregnant. A baby is the reason she looks so unwell. "That's impossible; I've been careful," she says in denial as your brain struggles to imagine Y/N being pregnant. "Dejun and I have been extra careful—no one could be more careful than us," she adds as she looks to Dejun. That motherfucker knocked her up, possibly on your father's advice. "Right, tell her, Dejun," she whimpers towards her husband with concern who remains stunned into silence. "What about withdrawal methods? That’s safe, right?" Yuta quickly murmured. As your mind starts to rush with thoughts of him being the father. "It's a method, yes, but not a very safe or effective form of contraception," she smiled. "Is that the method you and your husband used?" she asked. Your body felt on fire suddenly. Hope creeping from the edge of what felt like a dream that had been once again thrown to the dust. If Yuta could be the father. Then so could you. "Doc, how far along is she?" you questioned heart beating with hope. “Well, we can arrange a scan if necessary," the doctor said as you thanked her struggling to contain your excitement. Y/N however wasn't feeling the same then you. Infact she looked totally in fear and by her eyes on her Husband she looked more vulnerable then you had even thought was possible. Her face looking further fragile when his head snapped to her calling his name. "I need some fresh air," he says, walking from her hospital bed. “Junjun," she cries as Donghyuk presses his hands to her. "Let him have this, Y/N; that baby might not be his," Donghyuk says, confirming that everyone knows that you and Yuta could be this child's father. "I'll go with him," Taeyong says, following Dejun. “When you two, you know, you used protection, right?" Donghyuk asks as you shake your head. "It might be a false positive," Y/N says in denial. "A DNA test is the easier route here," you say as Yuta snaps his head in your direction. "We're in Korea; it's illegal," he says, brushing his hands through his face. "Abortion is an option, you know," Donghyuk says as you growl in your brother’s direction. Just the thought of removing your child’s existence is enough to make you kill the world. Great, your emotions with Y/N are always fired up, and now adding a baby to it, you'd need extra anger management classes, you're sure. “Do you want to be in the grave next to Y/N's father?" you spit as Donghyuk groans.

"Last time I checked, this is Y/N and Dejun's choice. They are the legal parents; they are the ones married," Donghyuk responds. "If that child's mine, no way on this earth am I letting Dejun raise it," you say, struggling to handle your anger. “You can't stop it, Jeno," she says calmly, looking your way. "Your father would rather kill this child than have me as the mother of your precious heir. If Yuta is the father, he will still punish us both. And if it's Dejun," she pauses to hold back a tear. "He made it clear we wasn't to have a child in respect of his parents who missed the wedding.” she said, biting her lip. You didn't even think about your father in this situation. This child would be the future heir to his company. A child just like Taeyong, unless you married her fast. "What are you saying, Y/N? Are you saying you're considering an abortion?" Yuta asks, paling. "None of you wanted a child; you and Dejun made it so clear," she replies as Yuta takes her hand. "Y/N, I said I didn't want to rush having a child. You knew my dream of having a family with you in Japan," he says softly as she goes silent. "What if we help her escape?" Donghyuk says as you deadpan him. "She's away for a few more days. We can help her escape the country if we have to. Father will think she escaped, blaming him for her father's death. If we all return to the estate, he wouldn't even think we had a part to play," Donghyuk says, and that is not the option you want. Getting her and Dejun a divorce and marrying you is the only option in your mind. "No, not an option," you snap, refusing to be apart from your pregnant Y/N. "But that would mean she would be alone giving birth to the child," Yuta says as your face scrunches up, imagining her delivering your child without your presence. "No, she wouldn't; if we give her your DNA, she could escape to a country that allows DNA tests. Then, if it's Dejun's, she goes to China to his family. If it's yours, she goes to Japan to your mother. You'd be home in time to see the baby born. If it's Dejun's, then he'd be home when the baby is a couple of months old," Donghyuk says as he looks to Yuta like you don't exist. "Are you all forgetting what if it's mine?" you question, annoyed. "Then she needs to have that baby in a church with holy water," Donghyuk says sarcastically. "Hyuk," you seethe, showing your teeth. "Well, I suppose your mother can go to wherever Y/N is to support her while we figure out how to deal with our father," he says as you think deeply. If she escaped and if the baby is yours, then you could marry her and return with her as the mother of your heir. Your father would be forced to accept the relationship. You knew Chaeyoon would heavily support you. "It doesn't sound like a bad option, right?" Yuta admits, and you agree with your own dream building. A life of you, Y/N, and baby Watermelon. In your mind, that’s what you want to name them. You imagine a little son, one with Y/N's eyes and your features. “If I’m honest, I don't know what to think right now. I buried my father earlier and now I'm pregnant with a child who could not only be in danger being born but could also bring down whoever the father is," she says, looking traumatised. You want to hold her hands tight and tell her that everything is going to be okay. But when it comes to your father, you always seem to be a coward despite believing you could easily crush him. "We've got a plan," Donghyuk says as Taeyong and Dejun enter the room. “So have we," Taeyong says, looking at Y/N with serious eyes. "Well spill then," Donghyuk says, impatiently. "An abortion," Taeyong adds as you feel the edge of your anger you are containing slowly fade away. "You have to go through me if you want to kill my child," you seethe, making your way to Dejun. "This is Y/N and Dejun's choice, not yours. If Dejun, as her guardian, wants a termination, then that is the option they will go with," Taeyong adds, daring you to physically hurt him.

"Is that what you really want?" she asks Dejun and he nods, refusing you or Yuta any eye contact. "Sorry, but I didn't sign up for this," he says honestly as you can see Y/N's eyes water, which tells you she wants this baby more than she is letting on. “So you got the fancy house, the fancy new deal, and the fancy wife. But the minute you have to earn your luxuries, you're going to turn her world upside down," you say, getting in Dejun’s face. "Jeno, enough. Dejun's right; Yuta even said that option earlier too. Two fathers against one; you're outnumbered," Y/N says as Yuta's head snaps up. "No, no, don't you dare put this on me. I never said that was my option; I said that was your option. I told you Donghyuk's plan was a good one. I would be home in time for you to give birth," he says with equal displeasure. "Right, time for the ultrasound," the doctor smiles, reentering. "Can I ask that it is just me and my wife?" Dejun says, looking to you. In that second, you imagine snapping his neck. Maybe when there aren't any witnesses, you should do just that. "Of course; can I ask you to wait outside?" she smiles at them as Taeyong and Donghyuk happily leave. You, however, let your eyes warn your new enemy. "If he so much as talks about an abortion in there, I truly will kill him," you say as Taeyong places a hand on your chest. "This is their choice; we have to respect it." Taeyong says as you clench your fists. "This child may not even be his, so why does he have a choice in the matter?" you snap, feeling like you have no voice in a child that could be yours. "They are married; even if this baby is yours, you have no legal power," Taeyong adds as you punch the wall in anger. It was better to feel the pain of your bleeding, numb knuckles than Taeyong or Dejun’s face. "Yeah, because violence is going to change their mind," Donghyuk snarled as you made a memo to knock his ass when you're home. "Look, I'm team Y/N keeping the baby, but acting like a bully isn’t going to make her want to keep a child that could potentially be yours," Donghyuk adds as Yuta laughs, annoyed. "Mr. one-night stand twice thinks he has more chance than someone who was genuinely with her sexually and romantically. If anything, this child is potentially mine," he says, pain evident on his face. "And your point is? What, you support Dejun's path?" you say, directing your anger towards him. "No, I don't; I want to put him in the same grave you're currently digging. But turning to our fists won't help change her mind. What we need to be doing is working on her. Even if it means we have to step away from our child for him to raise," Yuta says, pain in his expression. "You think you could cope with that?" you deadpan him as his face scrunches up with images you know are torturing him, as they are with you. "See, exactly that," you say, raising an eyebrow. "Jeno, it's going to hurt, but the baby will survive. Dejun's running on fumes dealing with either of us. He either raises the future heir to this company—a child on loan until they are an adult—with you breathing down his neck every five minutes, or the child of the third person hidden in their marriage. A baby being the constant reminder of why he can never fully have his wife. We need to convince Dejun that we will step back to ease his load, but also to ease our child’s life," Yuta says as you look close to tears at the picture he's painting. "I need to be in my child's life," you say, tears slipping down your cheeks as you see his own sorrow in his eyes, too. "I know. I know because I'm in the same boat, remember? But we have to just be grateful if we can convince them to keep the baby," Yuta says as he wipes his eyes.

"So we need to make a deal—an agreement with them that we step back and allow them free reign," Yuta says as you turn to look out the window. You know what he is saying is right. Your child being alive is worth more than having them in your arms. But, Jesus, the images sting, burn, and hurt like a fiery pit. "Fine," you say, your voice breaking. “We really need to start arranging their escape," Donghyuk says as Taeyong nods. "If they keep the baby, then we need to put our plans into action and free them," Taeyong adds as the doctor leaves the room. "How's the baby?" Yuta asks as she refuses eye contact. "The couple has expressed their wishes to allow them time to grieve; then they will explain," she says, walking off. The view on her face is an immediate sign of what they did in that room. "She didn't?" you say, shaking in a mixture of anger and fear. "No, she wouldn’t, Jeno. Maybe something happened; maybe there is no baby," Yuta says, in denial. "Why did she say grieve?" Donghyuk adds to the fear you four are experiencing. "Maybe she lost the baby because she was unwell," Taeyong adds as you growl. “This is why she needed to be seen the minute she wasn't well. Whatever the result, if my baby’s dead, so will Dejun be," you snarl as you feel your temper rising. You walk up and down, counting to ten till you can make the anger just bearable. A few minutes later, Dejun leaves her suite, his face one of equal fear and anxiety. "Can we talk away from Y/N's room?" he says, walking past you as you breathe in deeply, counting to ten in your mind. "Y/N has started the termination process," he says as you enter the side room. "What do you mean, start the process?" you say as Taeyong steps between you both. "You mean she's taken the first pill to start ending the Pregnancy?" Donghyuk asks as he nods. "It's too late, Jeno," Donghyuk says, turning to you, but stepping backwards, knowing that he doesn't want to be in your way. 1, 2, 3—I won't kill him yet, you think as the room goes blurry. 4, 5, 6; you can't calm down. Before you could hurt him, you hear the impact of Yuta’s body. It’s not just one punch but a few times as he loses himself in anger. You had been at the end of his fist; while he didn't look strong, when it came to Y/N, he knew how to do a good number on you. "Hyung," Donghyuk says, getting between them both, while Taeyong's hand is still holding you back. "You pushed your fear onto her; she will leave you eventually; the guilt will be too much," Yuta hits out. "She didn't want the baby neither," Dejun says, dusting himself off. "Do you think she wants the child of a man she can't have or a child of a man she hates?" he says as your eyes widen. She got rid of this child to get rid of you. Was the cost of your behaviour the reason your baby was now gone? "You're saying she got rid of this child to get rid of us?" Yuta asks as you are all ears. "Yes! So just run back to Ningning!" Dejun says as Yuta aims to walk back to him, this time stopped by Donghyuk. "It's okay; I've kept that from her. I can at least do that for you, right?" he says as Yuta struggles under his anger. "Dejun, I will find a way to make sure you live in hell; that's one promise," you bark, as he nods, accepting. “Well, being your enemy is something I've become used to," he says, looking between you and Yuta. "You're more than that—so much more," Yuta says as Donghyuk has to push him back a little. "I will remind you why I'm Lee Sooman's son," you threaten, and this is one promise you will keep. You are forever going to be one step behind Xiao Dejun’s ass. "You can tell Y/N she's dead to me," Yuta says as he turns to walk away. You shudder for the Y/N and Yuta you once thought would be against the world. His anger isn't just aimed at Dejun but at Y/N too.

"Better make it snappy," Karina says, stepping through your apartment. “What would you do if I could get Aespa an early release from the company?" you ask as she rolls her eyes. "If you’ve asked me over for sex when you know I'm about to marry Jaemin, you can forget it," she says, turning to leave. "I promise you it doesn't resolve in us having sex," you say, grabbing a beer to open it for her. "I need you to make it out like you're sleeping with Dejun once the lovebirds return home," you say, taking a seat back down. "What about Jaemin? Did you think about him?" she scorns as you chuckle. "My darling cousin will always be on my side; he will know I won't hide it from him," you say confidently as Jaemin and you are the closest of anyone in this estate. "Can I even ask why?" she says, and you look into your beer. "Dejun made her abort my child. Is that a good enough reason to want my revenge? Good enough excuses to end their little happily ever after story?" you say, swigging the bottle around before looking at her. "Jeno, you need a therapist, not a revenge plan," she says, sitting in the chair opposite you. "The revenge plan doesn't set you and Jaemin free," you say, sitting up to look at her. "Jaemin can never be free; he's related to your father by blood," she says as you nod. "But I will be the CEO soon," you say confidently. "Why are you planning to kill your father in this revenge plan?" she scoffs as you chuckle. "No, I plan to prove he killed Y/N's father," you say as her eyes widen. It hadn't taken a genius to realise something was up with your father. He loved control, and yet he had easily given control to the one woman he despised, which seemed to be Y/N these days. Chaeyoon’s display wasn't just for attention; it was to play the part to remove the suspicions from her and your father. You already overheard that Y/N’s father was asking for a wealthy amount of money not just from the divorce but from Y/N’s successful marriage to Dejun. The court demand letter was sat securely in your mother's safe. "Wait, are you being serious? Do you really think he killed Y/N's father?" she questions as you nod. "Yes, and when I prove it and send him to prison, I will set you free. As long as you make a prison of your own for Dejun," you say as this time she takes you seriously. "Do you hate her again?" she questions as your heart hurts. "No, I could never hate her, but at this point, I can't forgive her. If she has to burn a little from Dejun's hell, then so be it," you say, looking at Karina as she looks torn. "I just need you to make it look like you're having an affair or anything that brings torture to him and their relationship," you say, and she bites her lower lip. "If I can get Jaemin to agree to it, will you help?" you ask as she reluctantly, nods. "Then let this be the pre-celebrations to our plan to destroy that bastard," you say feeling a little peace. You would make sure he pays for the death of your child. However, your plan would be put on fire, even with Mark agreeing to look into your father and Mr. Kim's situation for you. The idea of your father not being in power was alluring to him, too. He just wanted to be reunited with his mother in Canada.

You were currently drinking your seventh beer—something that had been your comfort the last couple of days—when your door was busted down. "Jeno, is Y/N here?" Mark asked, walking in as you started laughing. “I must be drunk if you're asking if Y/N is here. She hated this place as my fiancée, remember?" you say, walking back to your bedroom to continue drinking in comfort. "Did you set off Plan Mirae?" he asks as you freeze in the spot. "No, why?" you say, turning to look his way. "Taeyong woke up, and they've gone?" he explains as you sober up very fast. "Gone where?" you ask, despite deep down knowing where. "We don't know. Taeyong’s going out of his mind; he doesn't know what to do," Mark scoffs, worried. "Right, first we need to let Yuta and Donghyuk know, and then we need to go find her," you snap, going into your room to change your clothes. "That's the thing, Jeno; Yuta knows, and he refused to come and search for her," Mark says as you freeze, half-dressed, turning to look at him at the entrance of your bedroom. "What the fuck did you say?" you question as he looks reluctant to repeat himself. “Ningning gave him an ultimatum," he says as you shake your head in disbelief. "Are you telling me he chose Ningning?" you question as he nods. “Well, actually, I believe he's waiting to see what our father says about the search party before deciding. But I have a feeling that he will choose Ningning," he says as you place your T-shirt on. You never thought when he meant those last words at the hospital that Y/N was dead to him; he was true to his word. "Did he even look like he cared?" you ask as he nods. "Yes, he was very concerned for Y/N's safety. I believe he's very worried but conflicted due to his new relationship," Mark says as you turn to him. "I believe he has been consoled by Ningning these past days." he adds as you roll your eyes. Of course, he would; Ningning had always been there. You even wonder if there is any real love between him and Y/N. Maybe your original theory was correct: Y/N was his second best, or worse, like Dejun, his meal ticket to freedom. "Well, sod father; we need to look. I will take responsibility for any trouble we get into," you say, picking up your car keys. "Tell Donghyuk to meet me in twenty minutes, but Mark, stay here. I don't want you getting into any trouble," you say as he nods. "Also, can you get me the passports? Because we may have to send her away if we find her. Better to have a life on the run than the consequences of returning here after escaping. Wouldn't put it past him to plan another car accident," you say as Mark nods, dashing to get the passports and seek Donghyuk.

Arriving at the cottage, Taeyong looks at you and Donghyuk in despair. A gentleman has his arms folded in front of the cottage. "What's going on?" Donghyuk questions. "He’s refusing to let me reenter the house," Taeyong says, his hands through his hair. "Wait, so she could be inside?" you question as he shakes his head. "I checked—it took a whole hour. The car's missing; she's the only one with the keys," he says as you square the gentleman off. "Who is he?" you question. "Mr. Yang Y/N's father's attorney. Without Y/N's presence, we are trespassing," he says as you look puzzled. "But it's now Y/N’s house, and you're her brother," Donghyuk questions. “Until we show evidence of her marriage to Dejun, this house remains not hers. He won't let me in because Mr. Son hates all blood relations of our dearest father," he says, rolling his eyes. "Have you told him yet?" you ask as he nods. "Yes, his security is on their way, and so is father's lawyer," Taeyong says, annoyed. "Father needs to check the house to be sure she's not hiding in there," he adds as Donghyuk nods. "What car are you on about?" you question, noticing the car your father lent sitting there. "Y/N’s father left her two cars, One of them is missing," he says as you chew over what to do. "Do you know the registration? I can look in the village for them," Donghyuk says as he gets on his phone and sends a message to him. “That's the photo I took yesterday; they were looking at selling it," Taeyong says as Donghyuk walks towards the car. "Jeno, try sweet-talking him to let you check the house. I will check the village," Donghyuk says as you nod, watching him drive off. "Hi, Mr. Yang I'm—" "I know who you are; you're the heir of Lee Sooman," he says, glaring at you as you chuckle softly. "Unfortunately, yes, I am. I hear your orders to keep my father and his kids out of this house. But we really need to find Y/N. Not to return her but to set her free, so it's important if you're hiding them to let us know," you say gently as he looks at you seriously. "I am not responsible for Miss Son Y/N. I am responsible for the rules set out by Mr. Son Joonhyun; without Y/N’s presence, I can't even allow you entry," he says as you look to Taeyong and take a deep breath. "Well, I was trying to show you my nice side," you say, walking up to the door and throwing your weight against it. "The police are on their way," Mr. Yang says with warning eyes. "Do I look like I care?" you snap as you attempt again. "Jeno," Taeyong says, catching your attention as Mr. Jang’s car pulls up. “Well, Mr. Jang will have his lawyers show reason to let us enter," you spit, walking towards your father's security. The only way the house could be checked was by the police, who arrived not long after your father's security and legal team. They confirmed Y/N wasn't present, and when Donghyuk returned, Mr. Jang ordered you back to the house.

"Your father needs to talk to you three," Mr. Jang says as you leave his car. "You okay?" Donghyuk says, looking to his hyung, pale-faced. One thing you knew that would happen would leave Taeyong the punch bag for your father's lack of control of Y/N. But instead, you found it empty, like he was leaving you with the anticipation to attack you, or rather, Taeyong. He was sitting there fumbling his fingers with anxiety. Almost an hour passes as you sit there in silence, glancing at each other occasionally. You and Donghyuk look worriedly at Taeyong, who is pale yet lightly humming to himself to calm his fears. He keeps that stance when your father walks in, eyes refusing to open like he is stuck in his world of torture. Your father’s hand strikes Taeyong so hard he falls off his chair, trembling. “Father, please don't," Donghyuk begs as he punches him in the stomach. “Did I ask for your interference?" he screams as Donghyuk struggles to breathe through what you're sure winded him. "Would you like to put your input in?" he dares at you as you look away. Why are you always scared to fight against him? You know you're stronger and could easily hurt him. You have seen the fear in his eyes after sending Y/N away. Yet whoever is at the end of his hand—whether it be Y/N, your mother, or your brothers—you still don't have the courage to stand up to him. Maybe it is the greed of being the heir; the minute you fight back, you risk everything you've endured to have. "Where is she?" your father screams above Taeyong’s fetal-shaped positioned body. "I don't know," he says faintly as Mr. Lee laughs, connecting his foot with Taeyong’s stomach. "I will ask again; where is your sister?" he shouts as Taeyong whimpers out the same response as before. You close your eyes briefly, only to hear the impact of another kick. Opening them, you see him throwing Taeyong against the table; Taeyong’s eyes open in terror at you. Mr. Lee goes towards his own fire pit and picks up the poker, gently swatting it in his hand as he looks at him, knowing what answer he needs. “Last chance before I kill you myself; where is your sister?" he asks as he goes to hit him over the head with it. But like with Y/N, he stops seconds before it connects; his phone buzzes, and he places it on the table to check. "Sit back on the chair," he snaps as Taeyong whimpers to the fallen seat. Placing the poker back in its place, he looks up to watch Yuta being dragged into the room. No words are given, but his eyes drag to the empty chair by Donghyuk’s side as Yuta takes a seat.

"So, Son Y/N has decided to disappear with Xiao Dejun—poof. All while Taeyong was apparently sleeping in. So I'm going to ask you all this: where is she?" he asks, seething with anger as he puts on some leather gloves, which signals to you that he plans on sending at least one person in this room, if not all of you, to the hospital. "Let's start with Mr. Nakamoto, shall we?" he spits as he sits on the desk with menacing eyes, looking at Yuta with an intimidating expression. "The first I heard she was missing was earlier," Yuta explains, his lips tightly pressed together, a look of annoyance flickering across his face. “Yes, and these two went to look for her, but you did not," he says, pointing to Donghyuk and you. "Why is that? She was the love of your life. Good enough to run to when she fainted at her father’s funeral," he accuses, his voice rising. "So did you not run because you were hiding her?" he demands, and Yuta's expression shifts from annoyance to surprise. "She chose Dejun; I chose Ningning. I was with her at the house. She gave me an alternative: Y/N or her. I chose her," Yuta says, and you can't believe what you're hearing. It feels like a betrayal. "I thought it over briefly with Jaehyun Johnny and Jungwoo and then came to this house to see her, to explain she won. Then I returned home; I'm sure if you check the cameras, they will confirm my story," he states, trying to deflect the blame. "I call bullshit on that. I've been throwing that girl at you for days. Why now?" your father questions, eyes narrowing in skepticism. "We slept together; you even caught us on the morning Mr. Son passed. My emotions are torn between them both, but following the reminder that she is Dejun's, I choose to choose Ningning," Yuta replies, trying to maintain his composure but faltering under your father's gaze. "So, are you taking my arrangement?" he asked as Yuta shook his head. "No, I can't commit to Ningning until I've truly let Y/N go," he confessed looking your way. You could see the conflicting feelings for them both in his eyes. You wondered how much of him being with Ningning was down to Y/N aborting the baby. "You two didn't find her?" he questions as you both shake your heads. "Did you even bother looking seriously?" he asks, as Donghyuk looks at him with fear. "We looked everywhere; we even asked the locals if they had seen them. As Taeyong has already updated you, they were seen driving Y/N's father's car," Donghyuk says nervously as Yuta looks at him. "So there isn't anything any of you four are keeping from me?" he asks as you all shake your heads. "Not even a tiny matter that I should know?" he questions as Taeyong looks up at him. "She found some letters from you father," Taeyong states as he looks confused. "Letters that suggest Y/N is neither my sister nor my mother's daughter," he says, looking to the floor. "Do you have those letters?" he snaps as Taeyong shakes his head. "They are on mother's bed in Mr. Son’s house. I found them while looking around. I believe she ran because it was too painful for her to acknowledge," he says as you furrow your eyebrows. Y/N wasn't Taeyong's sister? "Father, can I ask?" he pauses, looking up. "I was told the baby Chaeyoon was carrying wasn't my child. It later transpired that her father took our child and switched it with a surrogate and his child,"he acknowledges as you struggle to understand this new development. "So, you're saying Y/N isn't my sister, that my real sister—a full-blooded one—is out there?" Taeyong asks, as you struggle to believe your father has a daughter he has kept from you. "He took her, hid her, but she died in a car crash, one I believe he caused himself," he says with pain in his tone, which explains the motive for your father killing Mr. Son. "Then I have something else to add as I owe her no loyalty," Taeyong adds, his tone taking you by surprise.

"Y/N had an abortion at the hospital," he says as you growl his way. What the actual hell was Taeyong doing, exposing that information? Maybe you should add to his fathers beatings for stabbing the girl he thought was his sister in the back. "Wait, is that why she was unwell?" he questions before looking to Yuta. “Who was it?" he asks, preparing for your punishment for knocking her up. “She didn't know, but yes—Jeno, Yuta, or Dejun's. She opted to have an abortion to avoid conflict," Taeyong says with no emotion. "Tae." Yuta gasps as your father looks at him. "You knew this?" he asks as Yuta nods. "We all did; we were all there. It was a choice I suggested that she took. I didn't want the heir to this company to be born to a woman married to someone else," you say, hoping your words would avoid more injuries but also protect yourself from your own punishment from him. "Fair point, Jeno; well done for thinking what is best for this company and yourself," he says as he goes behind the table, looking somewhat unreadable. "Right, until she's found, there are new rules," he orders as you close your eyes briefly, enough to tune them out. "Lastly, Jeno," he states as your head snaps up. "Your title as heir to this company has been removed," he says to your dismay, causing a growl to escape you. “Temporarily; it will be my nephew, Lee Sungsoo, until Y/N is returned," he orders as you breathe deeply once more, counting before you poke that poker somewhere the sun doesn't shine. "Yuta, you won't be leaving SM until Y/N is returned," he states as Yuta whimpers. "I know you both feel this is unfair, but it is important that Y/N and Xiao Dejun return here," he says as you snap. "Are you for real? How can we search for her if we're basically on house arrest with new phone numbers?" he growls. "Jeno, I have my own team looking for them—they will eventually be found—and when I know that none of you has played a part, then you, Jeno, can be the heir, and you, Yuta, can return home to Japan," he says as you count once more. "That is all; a text will be sent out as soon as you leave to update the others," he says as you count further and further while Yuta and your father's talks continue.

News of Ningning and Yuta’s engagement was in full celebration in the estate. You couldn't stomach the events but thought you should at least show your face when you saw Taeyong looking suspicious around your father's wing. Walking and looking at his phone in horror, he dashes to the side room. You're about to leave him to it when you hear Dejun’s name being mentioned. Sneaking closer, you try to listen to his conversation. "Your mother's neighbour snitched," Taeyong says as you realise he is talking to Dejun. Your suspicions were correct; he had taken the punishment for Y/N to keep her safe. “Why? What did they say?" Taeyong scoffs, panic written on his face. “Dejun, don't keep me in the dark; I can't protect you without information," Taeyong snaps down the phone. "Dejun, text me; I can barely hear you, but I'm going to fly out there right now. I won't let them hurt you two or the baby," he says as your eyes widen. “Baby?" you say, stepping into the room as Taeyong hangs up to look at you with panic. "I was speaking to my new girlfriend," Taeyong says, presenting an Oscar-winning expression that would work if you hadn't heard his conversation. "Is Dejun your girlfriend now?" you question, arms folded as he brings you into the room, looking around to see if anyone was near. "Let's start with the baby! Is she pregnant?" you question as he nods. "Did she have a termination?" you ask, just in case that was the reason she ran. You're shocked to the core when instead of nodding his head, he shakes it. "Wait, what? She’s still pregnant?" you question, stepping closer to him. “Jeno, I know you have a thousand questions for me, but I seriously—no, we seriously have a big problem," he stutters as your fist, without thinking, slams into his face. "You lied to me all this time," you scream as you watch blood drip from Taeyong’s nose. He had you believe your baby was dead, when instead he hid your child. Y/N was still pregnant with a child that could be yours.

Failed Redemption

Wordcount; 12,248

Fandom; NCT Dream, NCT 127, Wayv & Aespa

Pairing; Reader X Lee Jeno, Reader X Lee Donghyuk Aka Haechan, Reader X Yuta Nakamoto, Reader X Xiao Dejun aka Xiaojun. Lee Jeno X Yu Jimin Aka Karina, Lee Jeno X Aeri Uchinaga Aka Giselle, Yuta Nakamoto X Ning Yizhuo Aka Ningning, Lee Donghyuk Aka Haechan X Ning Yizhuo & Kun Qian X Aeri Uchinaga Aka Giselle.

Characters; Lee Jeno, Lee Donghyuk Aka Haechan, Yuta Nakamoto, Xiao Dejun Aka Xiaojun, Lee Mark, Lee Taeyong, Na Jaemin, Yu Jimin Aka Karina, Zhong Chenle, Kim Minjeong Aka Winter, Aeri Uchinaga Aka Giselle. Ning Yizhuo Aka Ningning

Mentions; Jeong Yuno Aka Jaehyun, Kim Jungwoo & Kun Qian

Warnings; Angst, Insecurity, Jealousy, Affairs, Open Relationship's, Cheating, Child Abuse, Manipulation, Mild Violence, Fingering, Oral (Giving as Jeno POV), Breeding & Unprotected Sex.

Notes; Chapter 15/23 of Twisted Universe.

Happy White Day.

Taglist; @devinitysann

You should have gotten yourself to a better place, but it hadn't worked out as well as you had planned. After a chat with Yuta about your behaviour, he suggested counselling to help you control your jealousy. While you scoffed at the idea of therapy, you did manage to knock off the many girls in your life. However, Y/N continued to parade Donghyuk around, and you stupidly gave them permission. The jealousy was eating you alive, making you more bitter and vile at every opportunity. It was the weekend Y/N's mother was due to arrive. You knew enough to recognize that Y/N had issues with her, just as much as Taeyong did, who had been avoiding the house since her arrival. He would sneak out, sending Jungwoo and Jaehyun to check if the coast was clear. It was as if he were terrified to let her in. But you couldn't blame him. She was your fiancée, and you couldn't let her in either. Jaemin had suggested using Karina to try and make Y/N jealous, and that’s how it had started. However, as time went on, Karina had become very supportive of your pain. You enjoyed sharing her with Jaemin just as much as you appreciated her comforting hugs. Especially after witnessing whatever antics Donghyuk and Y/N were up to.

With Yuta's suggestion, you bought Y/N the most beautiful outfit to go with the jewellery. It was somewhat a silent apology for how horribly you had treated her, and you couldn't wait to show her. When she came out of the shower and looked in awe. Her eyes sparkled like your Mirae. Memories of that first night you met flashed in your memory which had your heart racing. You regretted it when she came in looking so amazing and incredibly sexy. You choked on your water at the very image. How could you hold back your venom when you were letting that walking beauty bounce on another man’s cock? "What do you think?" she asked, causing you to blush as you couldn’t contain your pleased smile. "Beautiful," you whispered as she paused with confusion, blushing, which was so cute—cute like your Mirae, you thought. "Here, I brought this too," you said, handing her a jewellery box. Unknown to her, you had brought it in town moments before heading to the club. "Wow, I feel like I'm being spoiled," she said with the most beautiful smile you missed. "Well, we have to play the part," you replied, taking the necklace to place around her neck. "But still, your father bought me a whole wardrobe of clothes," she said as you placed one of the earrings in, enjoying the view of her skin up close. “Like I said, playing the dutiful husband—one who spoils you like a princess,” you said as you placed the remaining earring in. "So it's for show?" she asked, and you nodded. "I'm with Karina, you’re with Donghyuk; they are both our real futures," you lied, wishing to see a hint of jealousy. "And if we don’t play this part, then we will lose them both," you said while she looked at you, puzzled. "Do you think Father will take kindly to the woman who, instead of his nephew, went off with his heir?" you chuckled, noticing a slight moment of jealousy flicker in her eyes. "Wait, so what does that mean for me and Donghyuk?" she asked, ready to cut you once more. "The marriage will be canceled," you said, watching an excited look spread across her face. "Wait, so if your father knows I'm with Donghyuk and not you, he will cancel the wedding and kick me out?" she asked, and you chuckled, hiding your pain from her comment. "No, Y/N, otherwise I would have outed you myself," you mocked, hoping for a sly painful jab with the punch she just delivered. "He will just find you a cousin to marry," you said with a smirk. Maybe that wouldn't be a bad idea, you thought momentarily. That way, you wouldn't have to see their lovey-doveyness. But then again, you had already admitted that you needed her in your life more than you wished to admit. "But that would surely be a win for you?" she asked, her tone similar to yours. "No, it wouldn't. He would only find some other half-baked idea of a woman for me to marry. At least you're good with the conditions," you said, maintaining the facade of indifference. "When did I say I was good with these conditions?" she replied, a hint of bitterness in her voice. "Since your cupcake maker hooked you up to his batter," you said sarcastically. "Only because you didn’t want me," she shot back, which made you pause. What was she saying? "Let's remind you. You were the one who didn't want this marriage before I did," you said coldly. "And you were also at a bar ready for a hookup too," she spat out as you ran your tongue down your inner cheek, a movement that you knew enticed her. “Calm down, Mirae," you smirked as you walked towards the door, watching her glare. Well, that wasn’t how you wanted that to end; you thought, punishing yourself for always snapping at her.

Of course, all eyes would be on Y/N, which was kind of what you were looking for. You wanted the residents to see her on your arm, knowing that despite her relationship with Donghyuk, she was actually yours. Donghyuk, however, was utterly captivated by her beauty, more than you were willing to tolerate. Your insides were screaming to punch him at that very moment. "Wow, you look...", "My fiancée looks beautiful, right?" you interrupted Donghyuk. "Dressed up in everything expensive, just like only I can do for her," you smirked, taking advantage of his jealousy surfacing. "Jeno," Y/N whispered in his defence, and you wanted to roll your eyes. “Well, you can make her look good on the outside, but we both know it's me making her feel good on the inside," Donghyuk said, leaning into whisper in your ear. God, you would have punched him if you weren’t standing not far from your father's wing. “Hyukkie," Y/N said, turning to defend you, which caused you to smile at her. "Until the wedding, that is. You know when it's my time to knock her up," you smirked, watching Donghyuk’s face drop. "Have fun fucking her with my growing child," you added, observing her vainly attempt to calm her lover as she whispered support. Their fingers intertwined, like anyone could see a mile away what was happening, as your father’s wing door opened. Grabbing her wrist, you pulled her into your hold before he could walk into the vision of you all. Donghyuk looked like he wanted to drag her back, and Y/N was about to open her smart mouth. "Hi, Father," you said, while Chenle caught Y/N and Donghyuk's attention before they could say or do anything suspicious. "Chenle, Jaemin, Donghyuk, I can't remember you being invited to this meet-up," Mr. Lee said as your hand instinctively went to Y/N’s waist. As the rest went to leave, Y/N's head swayed and you gave her a warning look. She really was so blind to her surroundings when she was in love. You had to admit that what she felt for Donghyuk felt like a knife. If anything, you had to prove to her that you could be a better person—less vile and more supportive. Maybe this lunch was a good way to encourage that.

"So you two are looking grand together: a perfect piece of this family's new puzzle," your father said excitedly. "Your parents will be so delighted," he remarked, gaining Y/N's full attention. "Both of them are coming?" she asked, excitement evident in her voice, though you knew it would probably be crushed. "No, your father isn't; sorry, but he can't make today's gathering. Just your mother has honoured us with her presence," your father responded, making anger lace you. Of course, Chaeyoon would be here. You wouldn't be surprised if he planned for her to move in to oversee her darling two children. "Is my mother already here?" she asked, disappointment in her tone. "Yes, she arrived last night," your father said. Of course, she had been here since last night; he probably was entertaining her. However, you could see the hatred in Y/N’s facial expressions, and while you were happy to share a moment with her, you gave her a worried look. "Oh sweetheart, look at you both," Chaeyoon said with a fakeness that made you want to roll your eyes. “Don't you look so beautiful!" she exclaimed, rushing to Y/N and messing with her hair, which Y/N seemed irritated with. "The makeup could be more in tune, but it's a start," Chaeyoon observed excitedly. "If I may say, your daughter doesn't need any makeup to look any more beautiful. Her natural looks are stunning beyond words," you said to Y/N as she looked surprised at your compliment. "Oh Sooman, he is definitely your son—the charmer," she said as you maintained a facade of faux sweetness. "First, let's go to the dining room and eat. Then we can discuss making our family more connected than ever," your father said with amusement. "So, what date did you have in mind?" your father asked Chaeyoon. "Well, personally, I think our first grandchild should come sooner rather than later," she smirked, looking at Y/N, whose eyes were focused intently on you, making you lose yourself in her beauty. "The look on their faces tells us they agree," she added, and for once, you agreed with her. Maybe having a baby wouldn't be such a bad idea; it would give you time to convince her to reconsider the situation. "Me and Y/N are ready to try for your first grandchild, so the first available date is good with us both, isn't it, darling?" you said, noticing Y/N was playing with her food. "Y/N?" your father said, snapping her attention back to him. "I'm happy with whatever you all decide," she muttered, and there it was— the look that set you off with her rejecting you. "Venues—any preferences?" Chaeyoon asked, and you thought hard, imagining her just being yours was enough. “Just somewhere nice and grand so I can show this beauty off," you said, not letting your eyes leave hers. "First, we will need to organise her diary. I will enlist her with a manager of her own," your father said, catching your attention. "Hyunsuk can happily help organise her affairs; it should be easier to help match mine," you suggested, considering your close friend and manager. "Jeno, Hyunsuk is great, but this needs a more feminine touch," your father said, causing Chaeyoon to giggle, which made you want to lose your temper. "He's so admirable, Sooman, but I agree; she needs a woman's touch to get the wedding preparations in order. Can I suggest maybe a wedding planner instead of management?" she asked, looking clueless about those vultures out there. "Chaeyoon, I need someone more trusted in my inner circle. These things could easily get leaked. Wedding planners are just interested in the short-term cash flow to worry about the consequences of selling family information," your father explained, to which you were sure she wasn’t paying attention. "That’s why Hyunsuk—" "No, it’s okay; I have the perfect combination for this. Ju Jiwon has the perfect skills for this," your father said, which started lacing further anger in you.

"So why are you upset with Jiwon being my manager?" she asked as you left. "Where is that fucker?" you growled, searching for him as Y/N called your name from behind. You knew he wouldn't leave Y/N alone for too long. “What are you playing at?" you seethed when you found him. "Jeno, what is wrong with you? What does this have to do with him?" Y/N said, placing her hand on your chest. “What are you on about, Hyung?" Donghyuk asked, with Winter and Ningning by his side. "Well, you didn't think this stupid plan through, did you? Because how are you going to hide your own antics now? It's not just me you're stabbing in the back," you mocked his idiot mindset. "Jeno, you guys need to take this somewhere quieter," Winter said, looking around to see if your father was nearby. Walking towards the stairs, you looked back annoyed that they were still there, their expressions baffled. "Well, unless you want this conversation here?" you snapped as they reluctantly followed. "You don't just want to take Y/N from me; you want Karina too?" you growled, pushing Donghyuk against the wall of your apartment, despite Karina not actually being involved in this. "What the fuck is your crazy ass talking about now?" Donghyuk asked, pushing your hands off him. "Your mother is Y/N's manager," you said, folding your arms. "What? Is that who she is?" Y/N asked in shock, taking satisfaction from looking at her partner's suspicious face. "And what does that have to do with me and Karina?" Donghyuk asked, and you laughed sarcastically. "You don't look surprised!" you snapped, wanting to punch his back-stabbing ass. "Answer my question before I answer yours," Donghyuk retorted, as if he wanted your fist in his mouth. “Because how can we hide our affairs if your mother is watching them? She was our father's mistress; she knows the clues and signs," you snapped, as Donghyuk chuckled. How on earth you were keeping your fists from him, you didn’t know. Maybe you were learning to be less angry after all. “Don’t laugh my way, not when I’m so angry right now," you warned, stepping closer to him. "Jeno, calm down, please," Y/N said softly, as you listened to her, closing your eyes to find some calm. “Where’s my answer?" you asked more calmly, opening your eyes again. "I knew this morning; she called to tell me your father had asked her," he admitted, while Y/N looked suspiciously at him. "But I can assure you I never encouraged it. The thought of my mother being here, watching your parents pretend to be in love, does nothing for my desires," he replied in pain. It was an expression you hadn’t seen often from him that softened you. "Wait, your mum?" "Yes, my mum is me in this situation, just like your mum," he replied, as Y/N nervously chuckled. "But I’m not your father’s child," she said, while Donghyuk gave you a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Y/N, they are all his women, but Jeno's mum is,". "You," you added for him with humour. "I’m confused, like really confused," Y/N stuttered, and you knew you had confused her. "Father has four sons: one each, the first love, the fling, the mistress, and the wife," Donghyuk explained, but she still didn't look any more clued in. "My parents have an arranged marriage, like ours," you added, catching her attention. "And my mother is the mistress—" Donghyuk added. "But wait, where does my mother fit into this?" she questioned, glancing at you and Donghyuk. While you had tried giving her hints. You wasn't ready to full out let Taeyong down by spelling it out for her. “She’s neither, right?" she pressed, as you softly placed your hands on her shoulders. "Y/N, it's best you don't know the relationship between mine and your mother's affairs; just be grateful he’s not your actual father," you said, relieved she didn’t have to endure what you and your siblings had to.

"When will I get a phone?" Y/N asked. “What, for you to mess up and get caught? Are you crazy?" you scoffed, remembering she hadn't eaten at dinner. "You need to remember, I don't know this life, so sometimes you have to fill me in," she said, and you could agree with her to some extent. "You'd get caught sending Donghyuk lovey-dovey messages," you smirked, preparing some food. “I'm not stupid," she shot back, and you struggled to contain your chuckle. "I would just send them to you," she said, stopping you in your tracks. You would do anything to receive romantic messages from her. "Well, as you said, we have a part to play," she added, and your Mirae was gone, replaced with the Queen of Rejection. "Why did you tell our parents we were ready to get married and give them grandkids if you want Karina?" you asked as the microwave pinged. “Because the sooner we get our own heir, the easier it is for us to both live our lives with our partners," you said, despite Karina and Donghyuk not being part of the equation. You hoped that a baby would make you stop rejecting him. "Do you really think bringing a child into this is wise?" she asked as you started serving dinner. "Y/N, having a child is part of this arrangement; we have to play our part," you replied seriously, looking into her eyes. "That is part of our parents' plan. It doesn't have to be ours; as it is our lives, don't what we want count?” she suggested as you placed the food on the table. "I'm not hungry; we just ate," she sighed, as you deadpanned her. "You hardly touched your food; you need to eat," you said, concerned. "Why, to help prepare to nourish our child?" she asked, and you nodded, not wanting her to see you smile at the thought of her wanting to take care of a future child. "Yes, Y/N, because I want the healthiest child possible. The sooner we have one, the better," you said as she didn't look impressed with your plans. Wait, you’re already planning this, seriously?" she said will a lack of desire. “Of course! If we don’t get a child born within a year or two, our parents will force invasive treatments on you. This is our future, and you knew it. You pretty much told me the first time you met me that your future was being taken from you. So you knew what was expected. While I'm not your chosen husband, this is what you endured—a one-off fling to set you up for that prospect," you said, trying to convince yourself more than her. "But Jeno, I chose you to be the person I lost my virginity to. From the moment I found out your true identity, you actually were my chosen husband," she surprised you as you almost choked on your mouthful of pasta. "But things happened the way they did, and now I have Donghyuk, and you have Karina," she added, and your heart started racing. Did she really choose you? Was there more to her emotions? Or was she doing her usual routine of giving with one hand, only to reject you with the other? "You know that from our marriage until the moment you’re confirmed pregnant, you can’t sleep with him, right?" you told her as she nodded readily, accepting. "And in return, I promise to take a hiatus from Karina," you said, even though part of you was thinking about ending things with her. "You would do that for me?" she asked, eyes wide with hope, and you nodded, smiling. Oh Y/N, I would do more than leave Karina for you if you would just stop rejecting me, you wished to say. "I know I've been a right jerk since your arrival, but I'm willing to have a ceasefire if you are," you said, loving the pleased look on her face as she held out her hand to you, looking puzzled. "This is my white flag," she chuckled as you took her hand into yours. Maybe Yuta was right; ending the relationship with Karina and getting therapy was the way forward.

Mark and Taeyong finally visited the family home. You had missed Mark, who had just returned from a month visiting his mum in Canada. Taeyong's eyes were scrutinising Y/N carefully as she introduced herself to them both. "She looks different from what I expected," Taeyong added after your meeting with your father. "She's nothing like you; she's actually quite bold and has quite the mouth," you remarked fondly, realising you felt something you hadn’t anticipated. “Well, I still don't want anything to do with her," Taeyong said, which saddened you. "Well, she’s still your sister-in-law, so suck it up," you chuckled at his grumble. "I suppose I better go see the others," he said briefly before heading off to visit 127. Determined to fight for Y/N, you text Karina that evening: “Hi babe, I think it’s probably best that we call what we have a day.” “What? Why?” “This isn't fair to Jaemin and Y/N.” “But Jaemin’s cool with it as long as he can watch sometimes.” “I have Y/N. I need to think of her welfare.” “But she’s with Donghyuk.” “I know it’s something I have to work with. Anyway, thanks for being a perfect distraction.” “I thought I was more than that. I'm hurt.” “Please don't be hurt; you knew that it was just a pastime. I'm marrying Y/N soon, and you're marrying Jaemin.” The reply didn't come, and while you felt guilty, you had to ensure Y/N saw a better version of you. A version she could marry without needing Donghyuk. Maybe you could convince Taeyong to have him over at the 127 house more often. While your head was in daydreams about Y/N, there was a violent knock on the door. "For fuck's sake, Jaemin," you growled, heading to answer your irate cousin. Instead, your father stood there, fuming, his hands lashing out to strike your face. "Thought you and Donghyuk could play me with Y/N," he seethed. "What is your old crazy ass on about?" you growled, and he slapped you a second time. "My office, ten minutes," your father snapped as he walked off.

"So who is going to speak?" your father growled toward you, Y/N, Donghyuk, Jaemin, and Karina. Your mothers stood behind him like a fan club. You knew enough that your engagement with Y/N was hurting her. “Karina confessed, and Y/N was caught in Donghyuk's bed. So what do you boys have to say for yourselves?" Mr. Lee snapped, mostly expecting Donghyuk's answer. "I didn't want to marry Jeno; I wanted to find a way to get kicked out," Y/N interjected, speaking up unexpectedly. Your eyes widened—her boldness shocked not just you, but everyone in the room. "What?" Your father gasped in shock, unaccustomed to anyone trying to backchat him. "I seduced Donghyuk, and Jeno in pain, found himself a mistress. Karina is the victim in this," she said, looking at the floor. Why would she make it all her fault? Why did she keep the random girls in your bed a secret from him? It wasn’t like he couldn’t find the evidence, as his own security had arranged them. But what was worse was that she was painting you as a vulnerable lost lamb, and you weren’t sure if you should be offended or take it as a compliment. "So you didn't want to marry the heir of my company, so you thought you would seduce his younger brother to get yourself removed?" He asked for reconfirmation, and she nodded. "She's lying," Donghyuk said, stepping forward. "Are you really going to let her take the heat for us both?" he asked, anger directed at you. Your mind was so confused regarding why Y/N was saying these things and what they meant. She had often given sweet compliments only to reject you again—was this like that? "Donghyuk, I manipulated and used you; it's no one’s fault but my own," she said, giving him the Rejection Queen expression normally reserved for you. "Y/N, this is—" "Donghyuk, be silent," your father cut him off, looking to you for a resolution to the mess. "You're just like your father—totally ungrateful and manipulative," Mr. Lee said, walking towards her as you saw pain in her eyes. "Father," Donghyuk said as his mother appeared by his side, shushing him. “Yes, I am, because I never asked to be here. I didn't ask for my mother to cheat on my father with you. I shouldn’t be here; unlike my mother, I don’t belong to you,” she spat, and you could feel your mother’s arms tighten around your tensing arm. Your father’s anger seeping out as he slapped her. Your heart ached at her punishment from him. "Father," you pleaded, stepping in front of her, the desire to protect her swelling within you. "And you couldn't keep your wife in line; you went for your cousin's girl," your father said venomously, fingers squeezing around your jaw. Y/N pushed against your father, breaking the contact. She was trying to protect you when you had failed her. She must love you, right? Your brain didn’t have time to analyse it as your father raged again. "How dare you," he growled, and you, Donghyuk, and Jaemin all covered her from his anger—like a wall protecting her, the way you should have from the start. "Y/N, be quiet," her mother yanked her hair back, hands falling to her mouth. You could see panic in her eyes, equally matched with the treatment towards her daughter. "Everyone but Y/N and her mother leave the room," your father demanded as your mother returned her arm to you. "Son, come on," she begged. Your body wanted to stay, terrified of what Y/N would endure. "Please, please, for me," your mother said, close to tears. You looked at her vulnerability from Y/N and her family and reluctantly left Y/N to her fate.

"Son, please don’t,” your mother said as soon as you got to the stairwell, wanting to go back. "He will hurt her," you pleaded, as Donghyuk looked just as scared as you. He was hearing his mother’s equal pleas for him to be safe. You watched as your mother looked at Jiwon. "So how long has Chaeyoon been his mistress?" she asked, which you were sure was a distraction. "What I mean is how long has Chaeyoon replaced Jiwon?" she asked with sadness. "I don't know, but she’s been here since last night," you admitted, looking concerned at the door. "You seem like you're in love with her," she said, resting her hand on your shoulder. "I've tried not to, Mum; I really have," you whined as she held you by the shoulders. "Son, Y/N isn’t her mother; she shouldn't be punished for what Chaeyoon did. That's like asking you to be punished for your father," she said as you watched Jiwon pull Donghyuk away. "You’re saying that mine and Y/N’s marriage won't hurt you?" you asked as she chuckled. "No one can hurt me more than your father already has. Come on, let Yoon sort Y/N out. I missed my son and want to know exactly what’s been going on. Because I have an inkling that Karina was right—Y/N was defending you in there," she said, and you nodded with guilt, realising you had caused this. "It's as pokey as always," your mother said, frowning as she entered your apartment. "When did you arrive?" you asked as she took a seat. "Your father rang me, asking me to come and prepare for your wedding," she said, looking at the table as you opened a bottle of her favourite rosé, which you kept for her visits. "I'm here until the wedding, in my apartment," she explained. Your mother used to reside in your father’s wing, but when she left for Canada with Mark, her punishment was the mistress' wing. "So let’s start with what's been going on?" she asked as you explained, watching her unreadable expression. “Do you realise you call her Mirae when she's your dream and Y/N when you’re holding her to your past?" she chuckled. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. "You won’t accept that, but that's what I hear. You hold Y/N to a view you had as a child—someone who wasn't interested in playing with a toddler and wanted to be with the bigger kids. It's like me telling you to play with Daeyoung instead of, I don’t know, Yuta. In fact, I think I remember having that exact conversation. Does that mean you don’t like Daeyoung?” She paused as silence hit the room briefly. “No, it doesn’t; it's just how kids' mindsets work. Like I said, Y/N isn’t her mother. I saw that for myself tonight. She reminds me a lot of Taeyong—just he’s had the obedience beat into him," she said, looking sad. “Let all your anger go Jeno. Knock Karina on the head and focus on wooing her back. I think you both will be the strongest couple to take on this company. Maybe freeing others in the process too," she advised as you sat, listening to her. "I've already left Karina, Mum. I really want to make a go of things with Y/N," you said, smiling as you made a promise to be a better fiancée than you had been in the past. "It's not too late; she got hurt trying to protect you, which tells me you're more in her heart than you realise," she said, smiling as your phone beeped. Donghyuk: Taeyong just sent me this! Is he sending her to her brother?

“Then let’s go and deal with the devil," she smirked, holding out her hand to you. Entering, Chaeyoon smirked by your father's side, but the red print on her face and puffy eyes told you it was all for show—especially to demonstrate to your mother that she was his chosen one. Clenching your mother’s hand for support, she looked at you with a smile of defiance. "Haewon, I didn’t expect you to come with our son," your father said as she brought you to a chair. "Well, I’m his mother, and what’s happened tonight needs serious discussing," she replied, taking a seat beside you. "Son, Y/N has been removed to the 127 house," he said, and you nodded, already knowing. "I think that's a sensible decision—letting Y/N and Donghyuk cool down so she and Jeno can reassume their engagement, emotions free from others," she said. Chaeyoon looked at her, confused. "It seems while that would have been the better option or to remove Donghyuk and Karina, it seems it's more complicated than that," your father paused to look at you. "It seems Y/N doesn't want this arrangement and is refusing to marry you. So I’ve chosen her a better-suited fiancée," he said, and your heart broke twice: once from the rejection and the second from the realisation that she’d been sent to someone else. Your mother's hands found yours in a moment of concern. "Who is her new—" you paused, unable to finish the statement. "Yuta Nakamoto," he said as your eyes widened. "He's dating Ningning?" you questioned, hoping you heard wrong. “Ningning will be Donghyuk’s new fiancée. Y/N will be Yuta’s," he clarified, and you felt your brain go mushy. Yuta, as in the same guy Y/N had ignored you for as children? Your mind kept telling you to relax and wait. He was in love with Ningning; he wouldn’t fall for Y/N so easily. He was also aware of your true emotions for Y/N; he might even be an ally. All you needed to do was reach out to him; you were sure you could find a way to have Y/N returned to you. "As for your partner," your father started as Chaeyoon rolled her eyes. "My partner?" you asked, fear pounding in your heart with what he was planning. "Giselle," he stated, and your jaw tightened. "What the hell?" you sputtered, as your mother tried to get you to calm down. "I don't want Giselle; I want Y/N," you declared, and Chaeyoon shot her head up. "Sooman," she said, and he placed a hand on her, shushing her, making her flinch. "Y/N doesn’t want you," he said, and you bit your lips to keep the tears at bay. "Did Y/N choose Yuta?" you asked into the silence. "Exactly that; you split a perfectly good relationship to torture all of us," you shouted as your mother continued to shush you. "I’m sorry you’re disappointed. But let’s remember—you pushed her into Donghyuk’s arms. You went off with Karina; you have to take some responsibility," he said, and you felt a tear escape. "Father, please, I beg you," you said, moving from your chair to the floor, begging with your hands in a furious yet desperate rub. "I’m sorry, son; let this be a lesson in responsibility," he replied, and you gave up, defeated, sobbing on the office floor.

Ringing Yuta got no answer at first. "Have you heard what he’s done?" Donghyuk messaged. "Yes, I have. Congratulations." "I hear you, too." "What are we going to do?" "We?" "Yuta and Ningning are supposed to be together.” "I suppose you and Y/N should be together too?” "Well, yes, but we need to think and put a plan together." "You do! I need to ignore you all." You wrote in anger, feeling exhausted from listening to Donghyuk’s lovey-dovey thoughts towards Y/N. You attempted to ring Yuta again; this time, he answered. "How is she?" you asked as he sighed. “She cried in Taeyong's hold on the way," Yuta said, and you felt pain for Y/N, even though you were sure her tears were for Donghyuk. "How are you?" he asked as you began to sob. "I fucked up, Yuta. I never listened. I continued to let my messed-up issues with rejection use her as my mental punch bag. I don't even know what I can do to get her back," you cried as he listened quietly. "Sorry, I shouldn't be doing this; I know you’re probably having an equally hard time with Ningning," you added, certain you heard him sniffle. “It’s hard for both of us. We’ve been placed in an awkward position. But Jeno, you know I can’t help you much, right?" he said, clearly aware of why you called him. "If I could bring Y/N home to you and collect my Ningning, we wouldn’t be on the phone right now. I would be with you in person. Ningning chose to leave me, and I’ve been thrown into a situation I have to handle," he admitted, his voice cracking. "What are you saying?" you asked, wondering where he was going with this. "I can’t change your father’s mindset, and I won’t risk my return home to freedom. So, if you think for a second that I could bring Y/N back to you, I can’t. I’m sorry. I need to be back in Japan where I belong," he said straight to the point. "Will you take Y/N with you?" you asked, scared for his response. "If it means I could be free, then yes, I will have to take her with me to Japan. I'm sorry, Jeno," he said, and your heart splintered at the thought. "I know this is hurting you; I know now's not the time for a sucker punch to your gut. But I have to make it clear that I have to act according to the rules set," he added, as betrayal settled heavily in your chest. "What I'm saying is, please don’t get any ideas that I will help her return to you unless she asks," he continued, and your heart rose a little. "So if she ever chooses me, you would bring her back?" you asked, and he went silent for a while. "As long as you didn’t do it by force, then yes. I know this is just as hard for her as it is for me," he replied, and you thought of an idea. "I have a plan then; how about I leave you two to be in on the deal? If she ever wants to return as my wife, you hand her over wrapped in bows," you suggested, and the phone fell silent. "Deal," Yuta said, and you could hear Y/N whimpering in her sleep. "You with her right now?" you asked, hearing him shushing her comfortingly. "Yes. Like I said, she hasn’t arrived in a good mental place," he confirmed, and that hurt to hear. "Look, I have to go before this talk wakes her," he said, and you said your goodbyes. Opening your photo app, you glanced at the picture you took when she was sleeping that first night in the hotel. "I will find a way. I promise you, I will bring you back to my side," you vowed.

Then, the opportunity came one evening. You heard voices outside the main house entrance. Your father was away, and there was limited security. Peering through the door, you heard Y/N shouting as your gaze landed on Donghyuk. "What's happened?" he asked, concern on his face. "That Taeyong is my half-brother," she whimpered, and your heart ached to hold her tightly. Had it all gotten too much for Taeyong that he slipped out the truth about being their mother's son? You had heard from Doyoung he was struggling with his conflicting emotions and felt an overwhelming need to protect her. "Why does every single one of you lie to me?" she whined and you twisted her to face you. "I didn’t—I tried to tell you, but as usual, you didn’t listen," you said, thinking of all the times you had tried to give her hints. "Get off me! I need to speak to your father. I need answers!" she growled, attempting to break free from your hold. But your grip remained firm. You needed to stop her before she faced worse punishment than you ever had. "Y/N, don’t make me drag you to that car," you threatened, hating that you might have to take her home to Yuta when all you wanted was to hold her. "I need answers," she shouted, frustration clearly evident, and you had never witnessed her anger like this before. "And he won’t give them to you unless you want him to punish you even more than he already has," you said, shaking her gently, hoping she would listen. "Jeno is right, Y/N; you may never be free from him," Donghyuk tried, but her eyes remained heavy and focused on the door behind you. "Unless…" Donghyuk added, causing her attention to shift towards him, glimmers of hope flickering in her face. "The gate is open. Get in the car; I will take you away, like we first arranged. I’ll set you free from everything Lee Sooman," Donghyuk offered her as she contemplated. The fear and panic set in. If she ever escaped, you knew her father would see that as the worst betrayal; you didn't trust that he wouldn’t hurt her or, at the very least, make it unbearable to return. "Donghyuk, are you crazy? She will only be caught in a couple of days and dragged back. She will end up with someone far worse than Yuta!" you begged, and while Yuta wasn't ideal, he was certainly better than whatever option your father might suggest. The thought of her landing on Mr. Jang’s hook-up list sent a shudder down your spine. No, you weren’t going to let that happen. "Y/N, get in the car please," Donghyuk pleaded while she was silently considering. "This is possibly your only chance. The gates are unmanned, and the car is here," Donghyuk encouraged, desperation tinging his voice. "I will come for you in time," he added, looking at her in a way that made you want to punch him. Were you seriously just going to hand her over like some sort of game? “Not on my life are you taking her to screw her life up," you growled at your younger brother. Grabbing Y/N's wrist, you pulled her closer. "With me," you demanded, entering the house, thankfully without much resistance from her. "Where are we going?" she whimpered as Donghyuk called out her name behind you. "Mine, before you get spotted," you said, continuing without further words. Having her at home, even if just briefly, was bittersweet, particularly when you felt a surge of jealousy over her love for Yuta. Doyoung was correct; they seemed to be growing closer as if they were building their own happy ever after. Despite your emotional turmoil, you felt a determined urge to be a better person. ----------------------🔺----------------------

Yuta tensed on your arrival. Y/N looked surprised to see you, but you couldn’t help but notice the marks on her neck—had they just been intimate? The thought made your heart hurt. "Hi, cupcake, we got you some stuff," Donghyuk breezed in with a basket full of food you had prepared together. Yuta’s face showed a mix of confusion and anger. "It’s okay; I have plenty; Yuta’s taking care of it," Y/N said, concern flowing towards Yuta. How cute, you thought, but also bitter that she should have been like that with you. "Sorry, I thought it best we all meet, just to show there's no hard feelings or awkwardness. The last thing we need is for Father to punish her and move her away if he thinks there's still an untold story," you added, putting your hand softly on Yuta’s shoulder. "Wow, they really placed you here?" Donghyuk said setting the pace for the evening. "It’s perfect for us," Y/N replied, looking at Yuta, who remained silent. "Congratulations on the wedding," she responded to Donghyuk, and you inwardly wanted to laugh at how she flipped the conversation. "Yuta’s told me how lovely Ningning is; I can’t wait to meet her," she said, and you noticed Donghyuk eyeing Yuta before looking back at her. "You’ve met Ningning before; can’t you remember her?" he added as she looked puzzled in his direction. You wondered what he planned until you heard her respond. "She’s Winter’s friend," he stated, sitting down in a chair, glancing at her with a mischievous intent. "Ahh, I think I remember her; she's the one who was dating the Japanese nephew," she said, and you observed Donghyuk giving Yuta a knowing look. What he was doing must have worked, as Y/N appeared to have her own gaze towards him drop. She didn’t even recall their dating history; this apartment was supposed to have more significance than just furniture. Did Yuta even love her? Was his heart still aching over Ningning? You couldn’t imagine how he would get over her that quickly; it had only been a few weeks since you struggled to move anywhere without Y/N on your mind. "Wait, that was you?" she questioned, and you felt Yuta’s annoyance rise again. You watched as Yuta got stiffer at the thought of this being a setup for Ningning. Your emotions began to quirk with some nemesis towards him. Seeing it as an opportunity to poke at him like a bear. "Of course, it is! Silly me, I forgot you told me you dated someone from the main house," she lied, and you knew she was doing it, but what was the purpose? Was she trying to make you jealous or avoid confrontation? "Well, seems Yuta’s much more honourable and honest; I like it," Donghyuk said bitterly. "I thought this was a clear-the-air situation, not an icicle-throwing contest," Yuta spoke up, clearly wanting to avoid the Ningning subject. "It is, I swear," you said, then turned to Donghyuk scowling, wanting them to think you were annoyed. “We decided to talk about the house rules you and Donghyuk set on my behalf," you added into Yuta’s glare. Was she even aware that her fiancée was making rules on her behalf. “What of it?" Yuta snapped as Y/N held his hand to calm him, something that stung. "Avoiding Y/N is impossible, unless you plan her to be stuck in this," you paused looking around the room ready to sucker punch him. "For the whole week, especially when if I remember Ningning's Tv doesn't work," you added as you could feel Yuta Seethe. Your eyes took to Y/N’s face dropping as she struggled under the façade. You knew she had to inwardly be angered and maybe that's all you needed to break their spell and have her return to you. "I meant it’s best to avoid personal interaction with Y/N. Like you said, we don't want your father to send her further away. Unless that's your plan? Not rid of her far enough?" Yuta accused with a tone of venom. Tensing your fist as the way he tried to link you to your father's behaviour. Breathing deeply after three seconds you looked up to him trying to look unaffected.

As you both waited, Y/N arrived for the family meal planned by your father. Taeyong was already showing agitation, which stirred your interest. “Cupcake," Donghyuk said, beaming towards her with excitement, especially considering his realisation that Yuta might still hold feelings for Ningning. But he stopped midway as you looked at Y/N all puffy and red. "You’ve been crying?" you asked, moving closer as her eyes could barely meet yours. "Has he upset you?" you growled, walking towards the stairs, fists ready to hit Yuta’s mouth. Did he tell her his feelings were for Ningning? While that should have filled you with joy, seeing her in pain stung in equal measure. "Our mother has upset her; she gave her a bite from the venomous pit itself," Taeyong said, causing you to freeze. What had Chaeyoon done to make her cry? "Don’t, please don’t; I don’t want to cry anymore," she pleaded, holding her hand up to stop your comforting touch. "What did she do?" you demanded, as Taeyong and Y/N exchanged knowing looks. "I don’t want to talk about it; I just want this meal and get back to Yuta," she said, as if he were her entire world. Did she really just forgive him for lying about Ningning? "Children," your father said, far too sweetly for your taste, standing by the door. "Ahh, Y/N, it’s been a while. I hear you’re enjoying the company of your new fiancée," he said, placing an arm around her, raising your eyebrows in caution. "Yes," she said far too simply for your liking, making you consider the words exchanged. "Your mother will be so happy to see both her children eating with her tonight," your father added, stopping you in your tracks. The reason for Y/N’s tears was clearly an honest discussion about Taeyong’s Maternity. "Wait, everyone knows?" you questioned, looking at Y/N in concern. You knew she was desperate to keep it from Taeyong. Had her mother hurt her in her anger, especially knowing how angry Y/N had been when she first heard the truth? "Yes, I believe Chaeyoon told her this herself today," he said, patting her shoulder in a rare display of comfort. "It's a lot to take in, and I can accept emotions, but we’re all a happy big family now; it’s all out in the open," your father said too sickly and supportively for your taste. "Out in the open? Everyone knew but her!" you stuttered, harshly reminding him that she was the one he kept in the dark. "Let us talk further over dinner, Jeno," your father said, dropping the act reserved for Y/N, unsettling you further. He was up to something, and you hoped it wouldn’t mean messing with Y/N's life again. "We set a seat," "Mr. Lee, can I please request to sit between my brother Taeyong and Mark?" she said, making you hope that was aimed at her mother more than you. "I would normally encourage you to have a relationship with your mother, but I understand maybe not today. Of course, Mark, can you move up a seat please?" he asked, which furthered your suspicions. Your father was always in control; kiss-ass behaviour was a tool he rarely wielded. "So, Donghyuk, how are your plans going with Ningning?" Chaeyoon asked. "We're really just waiting for our parents to arrange it," he said, glancing at Y/N briefly who was looking at her food untouched. "I’m sure Jiwon will be very excited to start the wedding preparations," she said with her usual fake sweetness. It's then that her eyes met yours with something different in them, and it unnerved you. "Have you and Yuta set a date yet?" your father asked as Y/N continued to toy with her food. "I believe Yuta would like to discuss it with his mother when she arrives," her smile seemed different. It was usually full of sunshine, but her eyes looked pained. You had an inkling that she and Yuta were facing difficulties. "Yes, she arrives tomorrow. We are going to throw a Halloween themed wedding masked ball," your father said, which wasn't news to you.

“It’s to welcome Yuta, Kun, Ningning, and Giselle’s parents. But also, It’s our way of pre-celebrating the five upcoming nuptials." he added, gaining your attention. You knew of only four. "Five?" you asked, fearing he was up to his matchmaking skills again. This time, you would really throw that poker somewhere the sun didn't shine. "Kun and Giselle’s, Donghyuk and Ningning’s, Jaemin and Karina’s, Y/N and Yuta's—who's the fifth? I told you I won't marry; you blew that the day you sent Y/N away," you snapped, making it clear. "You will do as you are told, but for now, the marriage is actually," he paused, taking a deep breath. "I'm marrying Mrs. Kim. We filed for a divorce from Y/N’s father and from your mother this morning," he added, as you attempted to stay calm and practice your techniques from your therapist, but it didn't work. "Are you some sort of crazed idiot? You want to make her my stepsister?" You stood up, tossing the cutlery across the table. It already felt weird when Y/N made that suggestion not long ago, but now this would make you legitimate step-siblings. Your perfect love would be known to the world as just that. You would be looked down upon for even considering wanting to marry her. Yet again, he was pushing her further away from you after spending so many years pushing you towards her. “Well, you shouldn’t have let her go off with your brother then if that disturbs you," your father said, sipping his champagne. There it was; this was your punishment, his way of ensuring you regretted pushing her away. Your eyes fell on Taeyong, and you realised this was what had made Y/N cry. "And you two, you knew, didn't you?” you pointed at them as Taeyong nodded. "They told us today," he admitted. "So it was you who made her cry," you said, seething mad at your father, not caring for whatever further punishment he might impose. "Jeno, maybe now's not the time when you’re so emotionally charged," Taeyong said, trying to calm you down. "What happened to your deal with him? Should I be worried you're coming for my place as his heir?" you spat out in anger. "What did you do, Taeyong?” Y/N cried, unaware of the arrangement. "I had to for you; everything I do is for you since you came into my life," he said, trying to grab hold of her hand. In that moment, you saw the affection he had for her, his willingness to protect her at all costs. But what was he protecting her from? Signing a deal with the devil that was your manipulative father. "Please tell me how my parents' divorcing so you could have your parents together is for me?" Y/N questioned him in pain, her face reflecting his betrayal. "Y/N, your mother wants your marriage to Yuta called off," he admitted, getting your attention. "She wants Jeno to be reconsidered," he added, as you sat down, letting the words sink in that her mother supports your relationship. You could finally find your way back to Y/N again. "The arrangement was changed because he knows how much in love you and Yuta are. But he understands the reasons why your mother needs your marriage with Jeno. So he rearranged his and my conditions. You are free to marry whoever you wish, whenever you wish, on the condition that I am allowed to marry your mother. But Jeno, the heir rule is still intact," he said, turning to you, who was seething in anger at her being ripped from you once again. “Wait, you manipulated your son into protecting me in order to get what you wanted?" Y/N said, standing up in fury at her mother. "And you, you threaten your own children and send me to marry someone else as my punishment. Because I fell in love, you want to punish me a second time around by sending me back to the guy I was protecting," she scoffed. Her words had your mind tumbling under overwhelming news.

The ball came soon enough; Donghyuk was mocking Yuta with bets using Dejun as bait. Meanwhile, you couldn't wait to see what drama might unfold in Y/N and Yuta's lovesick relationship. It somehow felt a little too shady. Dejun was also less than impressed, only lured by the 50,000 wons that Donghyuk was flashing him. You saw her the second she walked in; she had a certain aura around her even in her mask and outfit. Swaying with finesse, her eyes roamed the ball without even realising you were behind her. Dejun approached her the moment her phone pinged; she tensed. Her whole body language screamed that she didn't know who that was. Her eyes searched the crowd, briefly missing Donghyuk and Yuta. From Donghyuk’s body language, you could tell he was manipulating this moment. While you might have done the same, you couldn't help but feel guilt for his deliberate hurt towards Y/N. He was so focused on getting what he wanted that he forgot Y/N was in love with Yuta. Yuta's fists clenched the second he saw Dejun seductively spin Y/N around. Your eyes filled with equal jealousy; it was as if her body moved so well with someone who was a stranger. It was like watching a couple who were familiar, and you wondered if they were. Yuta's jealousy had risen more than he could bear. You learned he wasn't good with insecurity. While you felt anger, it only unsettled him more as he punished and even tortured himself. As he went to leave the ball, the younger cousin in you who used to adore him filtered in as you chased him. "Don’t run away; run to her, chase her. Don’t be a fool and leave her,” you advised, and for a second, he looked like he might. But his eyes beneath his mask widened in disappointing pain. Instead, he walked off, throwing his mask to the floor. You twisted around to see what pushed him over the edge, and in one second, you understood your adopted cousin. Donghyuk's hands were around her waist as he looked dotingly at her. You recognised Ningning from how her hands were placed on her hips. Glancing at Yuta’s mask, you thought of the perfect way to make Donghyuk jealous. Placing the mask down, you noticed a phone nearby. Switching masks, you tucked the phone into your pocket as you looked for your victim. Grabbing your phone, Ningning tapped excitedly. "Baby, while they’re dancing, let’s get ours in,” came the text as the phone returned to you. Baby? Did she think you were Yuta? Spinning her around, she slid right into you. Her hands made sure to touch you with a need you could smell a mile away. You noticed Donghyuk’s expression; instead of jealousy, he appeared joyful. Y/N, however, kept trying to find you; she looked ready to bolt. In that second, you realised she thought you were Yuta too. You inwardly wanted to chuckle; you were both different physically; how could anyone mix you up? But then some men have padding, even though you didn't need it. Everything was flesh and bone. Twirling, Ningning seemed to be what snapped Y/N as she stormed over to you, shoving you in anger before storming off. Now you should have left her to storm out, but the thought of enticing her back to you was stronger than being honourable. Grabbing her wrist as soon as you were in the corridor, she spun to you, all tensed.

Typing into Yuta’s phone, you set the pace of her suspicion. "So it's okay for you to dance with a stranger but not me?" you wrote, followed by the angry frenzy of tapping on her phone. "You for real? I thought it was you; you knew she wasn't me," there you had it; she was jealous of Ningning. Their relationship wasn't as strong as they led you to believe. The fact she thought you were Yuta should have been the biggest sign—you had a chance. "You danced with Donghyuk. Sweetie, you know how much that hurts me," you wrote, recalling Doyoung mocking his pet name for her, a name you knew he called Ningning too. "But why Ningning? I didn’t think your jealousy would drive you to seek revenge," she responded, and in that moment, you thought you had been caught. She ripped her AirPods off, revealing her beauty to you fully. "If Mr. Lee sees you without that, we’ll both be in trouble," you typed, frightened to expose yourself. "At this point, I don't give a fuck, Yuta! I'm so, so hurt by your actions tonight," she said, and through your AirPods, you could hear her. Grabbing her you brought her to the playroom your lips crashing into her. You didn't care for the consequences and just needed some form of contact. You desperately needed more knowing that this was wrong. She was kissing Yuta not you, but like a moth to the flame you burnt yourself in your desires. Placing her on the sofa you expose her layers of her dress to see her pink panties soaked. Needing to feel her you let your fingers strike up her thighs to rub over her pussy. Desire to touch without your gloves you felt your cock harden to her hums. "Your imagining her aren't you?" She whimpers as you lightly chuckle grabbing the phone with your free hand as you struggle to multitask. All while the iPods fall from your ear. "You imagining Donghyuk or is it Jeno? Jealous he spent his night with Karina," it says and you feel the wetness through the material of your gloves. Removing them with your mouth, you bring two fingers into her core. The squelch and wetness making your cock throb before adding a third. You enjoy the speed as you fuck harder emitting the most sexy sounds to your ears. How long could you continue to pretend you were him. You needed her to know you was the one making her feel good. By the sounds she was making you could tell she was close. Leaving her empty to a whine you slide her juices from your fingers into your mouth, Enjoying the taste of her. Waiting for her breathing to calm you continued your attack. Her body being so reactive as you feel her walls clench around your fingers. The way her body meets your digits tells you she's unravelling. Removing them you can't help but chuckle how she throws her head back in pure frustration. "I need you, I need more," you say beneath her whimpers desperate that has you throb. Wiggling your finger in front of her face teasingly you need to taste her. Looking at her perfect pussy your mouth waters at the pure desire of your needs. Teasingly you let your tongue flirt around her folds causing soft moans. Dipping your tongue in cause the most moans from her. The sight of her frustrated brow and biting lips is so enticing to view. She gets lost too easily as she lets her core hit your tongue with more pressure to get her friction. Letting your self go you slap her thighs and while her face is in shock, you feel a trickle of juice fall upon your tongue. If you wasn't mistaken she enjoyed this version of you. The one you wanted to give her that first night but couldn't to make her softly arrive in her sexualised era. You let the tip of your tongue slide against her walls with each thrust that has her moans pitch heighten. "Fuck," she whimpers and you know she's back at the edge. The way you feel right this second you know you need to be in her desperately.

Letting her pussy free from your lips she screamed with frustration. Your sure at this point you could expose yourself and she would still let you fuck her. "Please I beg you fuck me," she pleads as you contemplate your next move. Unzipping yourself you let your cock roll around her clit. The impulse to fuck her right there and then, urging you to take your treat from her core. "Please, please," she begs as you start to line yourself with her. If she's willing to go further you don't want to waste a single second. “Sorry," you say Taking a deep breath preparing to reveal yourself. "I lied to you and I don't want to go further till you know the truth," you said tossing the mask to the floor. Her eyes widen before switching with a view you not seen in months. Your Mirae who is lost in your eyes and you know in this second she will give herself to you. "Say the words Y/N I need to know I haven't forced you to go this extra step with me?" You say into the silence. "Hyoshin fuck me," she begs and while you want her to see you as Jeno. Your happy to be her Hyoshin one more time. "Remember it will hurt for a while," you say knowing she will struggle with your size once more. “This time, I'm going to ruin you like I should have. You would never have looked elsewhere and left me then," you say with a promise to be different this time. She whimpers as you take her inch by inch stilling before you wipe the tears of her momentarily discomfort. "Ready to be ruined?" You say after a few soft thrusts as she nods. Letting yourself go in that second you give her the real you, Jeno and not Hyoshin. Your thrusts harder and faster as you enjoy watching her breast bounce with the snap of you against her. Hands falling to her throat you got feral with her whimpers. Eyes rolling to the back of her head and the way her walls feel around you, you can tell she enjoys this version of you. "You are so pretty when your being ruined by my cock," you growl as your hands tighten a little further. "I will find a way to make you mine again, when I do I won't ever let a single tear leave you. I'll do it right I promise," you whimper desperate to show her you wasn't the monster she believed. "Jeno," she whimpers as you struggle not to cum in her there and then. "You're my cum slut, mine you hear," you say chasing your high with the grip tightening further. Her pulse heavy on the tips of your fingers. “Jeno I'm about to cum," she warns in a whispery voice as her wall tightens as she explodes around you. "That's it pretty cum round my cock and milk me," you whimper as her walls push you over the edge yourself. Your cock enjoying the way her core feels all covered in your cum. You should be angry with your self that you forgot a condom in the rush. But what's the worst that can happen, she could fall pregnant and would have your child. She would finally be yours then. You continue to thrust enjoying the feel of her around you even if you were getting sensitive. Once the deed is over, questions and answers await you which was what you wanted to avoid. Because for now in this moment Son Y/N was yours.

Bite Claim

Wordcount; 2,593

Fandom; The Boyz & Stayc

Pairing; Son Youngjae Aka Eric X Reader, Son Youngjae Aka Eric X Shim Jayoon, Shim Jayoon X Lee Hyunjae

Characters; Son Youngjae, Shim Jayoon, Lee Hyunjae, Lee Sangyeon and Mentioning of Kim Sunwoo

Warnings; Angst, Cukquean, Affairs, Open Relationships, Teasing, Fingering, Biting kink, Role Play & Protected Sex.

Notes, Chapter 3 of Spice in your life.

Happy White Day.

A lot had happened since Valentine's night. You had imagined by now you would be sitting at home wondering all kind of sexy hot scenario’s between your Husband and his crush at work, Shim Jayoon. It should have been simple. You knew and gave her permission to pursue your husband on the deal that you got to hear all about it. No secrets between you even though Youngjae was none the wiser. To him the woman who he fucked under his sexy alter ego Eric Sohn was torturing him. He would return home in a blushed face to tales of her wearing the most Low cleavage top’s showing off his slightly fading bites from their night. Youngjae, had admitted shamefully getting hard hearing her explain Eric and how she was going to make sure he never forgot who she was to Hyunjae. And just like you knew he would. You would hear from Jayoon how Hyunjae would help her with tips on how to chase her new man down. The whole topic had almost made Youngjae cream his pants. He had admitted exactly what he was thinking in the bathroom stalls as he was using you as a demonstration. Minus his bite claim of you. Those were Eric's trademarks and your husband was Youngjae. When this detail got passed to Jayoon she decided with your permission to up her game. Work the next day, while the office was empty, she brought him a pair of her pants. Preceding to deliberately drop her pen on the floor. Bending down to show him her naked ass. Youngjae had come home flustered and fucked you in his Eric alter ego over the table in the kitchen. Your walls had tightened so hard around him as he called you Yoonie. You coaxed her into her next plan to mess up his work schedule that meant he had to work late. The office empty but them two. Youngjae had apparently been aroused and hard through out most of it. She complained it was hot and started removing the buttons from her white thin blouse. One that since her rest break was absent of her bra. She had recalled the groan he had given which ran straight to her core. She mischievously had opened her thighs to her very short skirt once again pantiless. This time underneath the table in his view of her in her glory. She fingered herself whining as she had called out her man's name. Youngjae without even touching himself had cum just from the view alone. He had returned home distraught at crossing the boundary he set. You reassured him, reminding him, that if he wanted to fuck her he could with your blessing. On the deal he made her wear her claim necklace. Yet he continued as always to refuse telling you that it was far too much of a risk to your marriage. The weekend approached and you had got so close to yours and Jayoon’s fantasy. Jayoon had encouraged Sangyeon to a evening of drinks after work. Before it could even get started she had her feet rubbing Youngjae softly under the table. He had relented for a few minutes till Hyunjae became aware, teasing him about a sudden blush upon his face. She had easily confessed Hyunjae was very suspicious of the way Youngjae and her was around each other. And that was all you needed to help your situation. He had coaxed everyone drunk enough to agree to truth and dare and when he had locked lips with Jayoon himself. He had taken satisfaction in Youngjae’s sudden jealousy. It was enough that when he walked Jayoon home when she kissed your husband he didn't stop her. She explained in detail how he kissed her like he had that night in the hotel. Hot, passionate and heavy. How her hands were removing his shirt buttons all while his lips started falling down her neck. But the second she asked for him to bite her he froze and ran off. Youngjae had come home trembling causing an instant guilt to fall upon you. It was becoming obvious he truly didn't want this to go further and he considered himself but a dirty Cheater with the little he had done. It had been enough for you both to talk more deeply.

However, this saturday was different it was White day. And he knew exactly what to gift you. Beneath the chocolates and flowers their was a little white box as he looked at you with anticipation. As you opened it you saw a box of pictures. Each girl he had fucked. Wearing his love heart blemish wherever he could place them either the side of the neck, the throat or collar bone. But when you came to the last photo it was Jayoon. She was looking seductively in the camera and on her neck was a chain of heart blemished love bites. You should be jealous you should be screaming and shouting and from Youngjae's worried view he's expecting it. But instead, your burning like a fire lit up beneath you. Your mind is churning with all possibility's. Had she managed to break him down. "You want to know how right?" He said smirking as he tilted his head. "I finally did it Princess, I gave you what you wanted," he said as he started kissing against your shoulder. “What did you do, detail baby," you whispered. "I broke that's what I did. She broke me so badly I don't think I can stop this," he admitted with danger behind his eyes. "She wants him," he said with possessiveness. "Who?" You gasped loving the view on him right now. "Hyunjae,” He almost growled that made your walls tighten. "I couldn't let that happen and your permission in my ears I remembered I could stop it," he admitted as your heart thundered with his confession. “You want to know exactly what I did?" He asks tipping your jaw with his finger to look his way. “I kissed her softly and sweetly here," he said deeply as he pressed his finger to your lips. "All while I told her she was mine, and that if I make her mine he can't have her," he smirked as you could feel your breast harden. "So she told me to make her mine," he admitted as he looked to your singular blemish looking like it was fading. "So I did, I kissed her everywhere," he said softly as he pressed gentle kisses alongside your collar bone up towards your neck. "I made my claim into her all while I have to admit greedy and desperate," he chuckled as you pushed him backwards slightly. "What do you mean," you asked almost in a pant. Standing up he brought you close to the wall as he pushed you with some force. Your core was burning by his domineering side. "Those soft kisses at first," he said alongside any skin he could find on your collar bone and neck. "All while I ripped her pants," he growled as you heard the rip of your own unearthing the stickiness between your legs. Lowering his trousers and boxes he lets them fall all while he looks you with a smirk. "She begged me so beautifully it was so hard to hold back," he pouted playfully and his lips fell to your own. Their was something in the way he kissed you as if you were his Yoonie. This time he sucked on your tongue seductively and hot. But when your lips were connected his tongue wasn't massaging yours. Like he was keeping some skills just for you when he's Youngjae. His hands fall to your thigh to wrap one of them behind him. All while between his kisses he sinks himself into you. "Yoonie fuck," he growls and grunts further when your walls fluttered around him. "She told me you’d given in, fuck I love this I fucking love you. I can admit it now. I’ll be good for you I promise. She begged so beautifully. I told her as long as she stops telling you what we're doing I would fuck her every chance I could at work," he admitted panting as he fucks into you slowly. You should be jealous he made her stop your contact. That he’s making this real for his own gratification. Enough that only his confession can be gifted to satisfy your kink only. But your getting so turned on that your hands dig into his ass as you rock faster against his cock.

"She did that too after promising me. She promised me she’d be a good girl. Just mine, that no one but me could fuck her. That she was my work wife," he confessed as you whimper as your body falls to fire in that second. The jealousy at that simple word is fucking your whole arousal as you feel your juices drip down from you. “So instead of a wedding ring or a vow I promised her a wedding necklace. One made by me," he confessed as your high was tethering on the edge. "I made it right their Jae, I made her my work wife right their," he said pressing small kisses along your neck. "I gave her her marital necklace," he said before sucking against your skin. Two deep suckled marking his special mark under your ear making it more visible. Then he did it the other side. It was enough to help your vision and in that second you didn't just cum you squirted on his cock. Whimpering his fake name loud into the living room. Biting his lip at the view he spilled himself deep in you. Fucking you fast and hard till he left nothing to coat your cervix with. Chuckling he leans his head to yours as he presses a kiss to your crown, when the door knocks. "Answer work wife," he says with a wink as you smirk his way like you're his Jayoon. By the door a nervous young girl smiles your way with the pizzas in hand. And underneath her ear is that very mark your so familiar with. Your eyes take to her features. She was the first girl on the pile of photos he gave you. Your very own Eric Sohn victim. All while your walls clench around nothing, letting his cum pool from your dripping cunt. "Wait just a second I’ll get my brother’s friend to get the money," you smirk before calling your husband by his fake name. Her eyes sparkled the second she spots him as she bites on her lip. All while he blushes red as he hands over the money. "Hey if you want to fuck don't do it in my room," you roll your eyes playfully as he looks to you confused. "Well at-least you got his number now," you say with a wink as you take the pizzas. "He's not my boyfriend if that's what you're wondering. Eric Sohn is as single as they come," you chuckle as you leave him at the door blushing. “Actually, that's a lie Eric has a work wife now," you reply with a wink once the door shuts. “Oops what the work wife don't know won't hurt her right," you said placing the pizza down. "Your horny again. Are you sure you want to eat before or after I remind you exactly how I fucked her yesterday," he gloats as you wink his way. You fucked all night long till dawn breaks. All while he told you exactly how he fucked the pizza girl in the alleyway outside the club. Showing the exact scratch marks on his arm that she clawed him with. "You wouldn't believe what me and Eric did last night. I think we got somewhere," you read from the text when the dawn woke you. "I know he told me. He’d be so mad to hear his work wife slipped those secrets. But I'm not complaining. Just make sure I get to see your punishment ;)," you responded to Jayoon. "I'm not keeping that a secret I don't care for the punishment. Bringing Hyunjae in was the best thing ever. I know it was just one love bite but Hyunjae learnt them really well. He said it was hot both of them biting at my neck," she admitted as you looked puzzled at your phone. "So they both fucked you?" You asked into the silence wondering why he would lie and hide a threesome from you. "I wish, Hyunjae did after your husband taught him how to do those fancy love bites. Maybe we need a foursome with Hyunjae to push the idea," she wrote as you grabbed the photo of Jayoon's love bite necklace. Minus a couple perfect ones a few did look a little different. He was pretending about the affair to give you a white day gift. And oddly you found your self in one hand admiring your husband for being so stubborn and yet annoyed because you need more of your addiction of them.

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Mischievous Live

Wordcount; 694 words

Fandom; A.C.E.

Character and Pairing Kim Sehyoon Aka Wow X Reader

Warning; Teasing, Online Sexual Act, Oral (Giving), Hair Pulling & Protective Sex.

Notes; Happy White Day.

The gargle he made alongside a cough to mask his sound, his eyes roam briefly down beneath his thighs.

Fingers scratching softly against his knee with a smirk being sent up towards your boyfriend. A swipe of his lips by his tongue, his eyes take the screen as he continues his live. Sehyoon's hands swat gently as you find the zip to his shorts. His words in his conversation is getting lost as his mind is flittering between his fans and you. "Precious Honeys are you behaving?," he said out despite not fitting any of his conversations as he nervously laughs. Causing you to struggle to hold back your amusement. Domineering, you grip and hold the next swat enough to skilfully expose himself with your spare hand. A lick of the lips at the view of his red tipped hard throbbing cock you look up to him. This time his eyes is glued on you like a deer in the headlight. The flick between his camera and you as he contemplates if it's possible to indulge while seemingly looking normal. A choke gargles from his lips as you slide a finger down the side of his shaft. Teasingly you let him reassure his pace of speech normally. Gripping him, you then swipe a lick down his shaft as he pauses, teeth imbedded in his lips. His face is dusted pink and he looks so vulnerable in the moment. That alone has your core throbbing with your own need. After a few licks allowing his composure to return in between. He brings the chair closer. The Adrenaline enticing him just as much as you. He puts on some music louder then normal. His lips only their for show as his hands fall to push your lips back towards him. His moans only viable by the rumble of his Adam Apple to match the music to hide his struggle. The tip of his cock brushes past your gag reflux each bob you take of him. The wrenching spasms making him further harder and throbbing. Fingers wrapping your hair around his grip as he pulls with dominance. He randomly throws his head back eyes closed as he continues to lip sing. You can feel his thigh shake close to the edge as the song comes close to finishing. Helping his impatience your hand wraps around him as you pump him leaving the tip of him inside your mouth. Tongue swirling around the tip when your mouth is close to falling off on each bob against him. The sting on your scalp is becoming numb as he pulls harder. You hiss which goes straight through him. Teeth in-bedded in his lips, eyes closed as his head is thrown back. You know the viewers would see this little performance of his sexy. Unaware you were beneath the table. Delight swells in your chest at his gamble to show such vulnerability as you drink down every drop of his salty snack. Opening your mouth wide you let him see the last of his white seed deposited for his view. You see him suck in his arousal as his cock remains hard. "Well I think that's all for tonight my Honeys," he says with his huskiest voice. He speaks briefly but not rushed as he closes the live down. His eyes widening in his dominance that thrills you and you can tell he's logged off. "Bet you earnt more money from that display," you pout innocently. His silence confirms your words. His hungry Honeys all throbbing just as much as you from that sexy performance. That for them was a performance of sexy singing but for you your own sexual desires. You were the only Honeyz that was going to be dicked down by your teddy bear boyfriend. And you got your reward less then five minutes later when you were pushed against his live table naked. All while he was fucking you with hard thrusts. Your hair pulled back so much that the sting was gifting goosebumps all over your skin. He was punishing you yet rewarding you at the same time for the display of mischievous you gifted him.

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Regretful Fiancée

Wordcount; 8,120

Fandom; Nct Dream, Nct 127, Wayv, Aespa & Girls Generation

Pairing; Reader X Lee Jeno, Reader X Lee Donghyuk, Reader X Yuta Nakamoto, Reader X Xiao Dejun Aka Xiaojun, Lee Jeno X Yu Jimin, Lee Jeno X Aeri Uchinaga Aka Giselle, Lee Jeno X Kim Hyoyeon, Na Jaemin X Yu Jimin, Lee Donghyuk X Aeri Uchinaga Aka Giselle,

Characters; Lee Jeno, Lee Donghyuk, Yuta Nakamoto, Xiao Dejun Aka Xiaojun, Park Jisung

Mentions; Lee Taeyong, Lee Mark, Ning Yizhuo Aka Ningning, Kim Minjeong Aka Winter, Aeri Uchinaga Aka Giselle, Kim Hyoyeon,

Warnings; Angst, Insecurity, Mixed Emotions, Bitterness, Past Trauma, Parent-Child Abuse, One night stands, Arranged Marriage, Affairs, Fingering, Oral, Voyeurism, Protected Sex.

Notes; Chapter 14/23 of Twisted Universe.

Chapters 14-17 are Jeno POV.

If you want to skip to where it was left following the car crash accident then continue to Chapter 17.

Please don't forget to check out Jeno and Jaemin's Both Side MV.

Taglist; @devinitysann

"We are going to meet someone special today," your father tells you. "Just me and you, son, meeting some new friends," he adds as you barely pay attention. You're barely five years old, and you have more important things to worry about. Like why Mummy hasn't been around for a while; she's taken Taeyong and Mark but not you. Hyuk’s mummy is around a lot, and you think this is why Mummy has left. "Hi, Yoon," your father says when a woman arrives; next to her is a bigger girl. "Hi, little man," the woman said, squatting down to you. "I brought a friend; would you like to play with her?" she asks sweetly, and behind her legs is the prettiest girl you've seen. "Say hi, Y/N," she says as she looks to her daughter. "Mum, but he's a baby," she scoffs. "Y/N, he's only two years younger than you?" she whispers as Y/N rolls her eyes. "Play nicely," she adds, pressing her fingertips into her chest, which looks like it hurts a lot. Y/N rubs her chest and opens her hand to you. "Come on then, baby," she scoffs as you take her hand; she smells of coconuts. She pauses when she comes to the new kid who joined just last week. Yuta Nakamoto is sitting quietly on deck, reading his books in Japanese. He never speaks; his Hangul is non existent. But as he is here for a month vacation, due to his parents business trip here in Korea, your sure he will pick the language up for sure. "Hi," she said as she walks off to greet him, ignoring you. But Yuta doesn't even lift his head to look at her, making her look sad. "I can show you my fire engines," you say, but her attention is on him instead. Yuta is five years older than you, and he is much shyer as well. "Yuta," you call as his head pops up. "Is that your name? It's cute," she says as he looks puzzled her way. "He doesn't speak Korean," you explain as she looks upset. "But I speak Korean very well," you said, but this doesn’t impress her. Thinking about the first interaction with your future wife, you can't believe it would happen again. That you would have to fight against Yuta for your attention and love even as adults. But to now be fighting for the child she left behind was surely an extra mean step, right, Y/N?

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You always knew Y/N would be your wife. That one encounter was the only time you met her as a child. But your father would always show you a picture of her. Your mother and he would argue all the time as you grew up. She was against the idea of you marrying Y/N. And when Taeyong was revealed to be Y/N’s half-brother, the environment in the house had become icy. Your mother moved out, taking Mark back to his mother in Canada. She had tried to take you, but your father refused; you were his heir, after all. But you knew Y/N and Mrs. Kim were the reason you lost your mother. Instead of excitement, you rebelled against the idea of being married to the daughter of your father’s mistress. Taeyong shared your hatred every time his biological mother visited and returned to your future wife. Every time you or your brother's mother had upset him, you kids would be his punching bags. Poor Taeyong often took strikes each time his first true love broke his heart. So when your father mentioned you were finally meeting Y/N to arrange your engagement, you ran. Slipping out while offering to buy Y/N some jewellery, you instead slipped away, thinking you were clever by choosing the town just a step away from Y/N’s hometown. Thinking there was no way they would look for you there. Sasang Hotel Ire was the ideal location—a basement club with hotel rooms. It was the perfect location for one last bunk up before you were stolen away to the woman you despised.

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Your eyes found one soul in particular; she was dancing like it was her last day on earth. Despite her smile, her eyes danced shut like she was shutting something out of her life. The way she rolled her body to the music was somewhat enticing to watch. The minute you saw her make her way to the bar in need of refreshment you descended on her. "What are you running from, pretty girl?" you asked as she looked you up and down, like she was contemplating playing with you. Her eyes were the most beautiful boba eyes with uplifting cat like appearance. They reminded you of your last photo of Y/N; something else you couldn't deny her. While Y/N wasn't your chosen wife, she was very pretty, and even in your hatred, you could admit that. "Sorry, I can take your name if not your life story," you flirted, smiling her way as she chuckled. "Buy me a drink, and I’ll give you both," she flirted back as you bit your lip. Her breasts were barely being kept in the very revealing dress she was wearing. The slits at her hips fueled your desire to have her preferably bouncing up and down on you. Your cock twitches as your thoughts go wild before you nod, getting the barman's attention. Ordering a bottle of Soju and two shots, your eyes look to the corner of the basement, a good quiet spot for some intimate conversation. One that you hope has her bouncing on your cock by the end of it. Catching on to your gesture, she makes her way with you following behind. Your cock begins to harden at the view of her ass snug at the bottom of her very low dress. Rolling your tongue down your cheek, you make an order that you will be fucking her tonight even if you have to sell your soul to the devil. "I'm Mirae," she said, holding her hand out to you. You're slightly relieved because her looks similar to Y/N had made you wonder if it was, in fact, her. But also a slight reassurance that your future wife wasn't out at a club the night before you meet. Even though you were no angel yourself, trying to date her double. “I'm Hyoshin," you say, avoiding your real name. You know after tonight you have to leave this girl behind. And you don't want your father to be displeased if he finds his heir picking up strangers in the club. While he wasn't a stranger to your bunk-ups, he had always made it clear that the girls in the house were there for your needs. Ningning was befallen to Yuta; they were like lovesick puppies. Giselle you had fumbled with a few times, but to you, you were just sex to her. It was fire and adventure but missing emotion. You were seconds from prowling on Winter when your father dashed to tell you she was your second cousin. You were both thankful you hadn’t acted on the chemistry bubbling; it grossed you out to even think of it to start with. Karina was the more intriguing, but she enjoyed playing with you and often became frustrating. Her game was pretty much as equal to yours. Your favourite, if you were honest, was Hyoyeon. She was older than you by 11 years, but the experience left you a burning mess behind. You wondered how she was probably taking the news that you would soon be wed. Maybe you could spend your engagement attached to her. You wouldn't have to be an honest man until Y/N arrived home, officially your wife. "That's a cute name," Mirae says, smiling, breaking your thoughts back to your current lady's attention. "So Mirae, what has you running into this place?” you ask, sliding closer to her. "You dance like your soul wants to be broken free," you said as you placed your finger under her chin to look at you. While her eyes are mesmerising, they are also sad. "Hey, pretty girl, what's up?" you ask as she shakes her head to encourage herself not to cry. "My parents have married me off to some old ugly corporate guy," she said as your eyebrows furrow. Was this really not Y/N? Because your stories were similar. "Old, ugly? Hey, he must have something about him," you say, breaking the eye contact for a drink.

"I don't know; we've never met," she says, which gets your attention. You've met Y/N, so it can't be her. “Not even a photo?" you ask as she shakes her head. "I don't even want to talk about him because not knowing anything scares me," she said, looking vulnerable. You wish you had the beauty of knowing nothing about Y/N but then you probably wouldn't be in the club right now with Mirae. "I know this might sound funny, and I'm not implying anything, but I'm here to have one night with a man that I choose," she says as your eyes widen at her openness. "So you're basically after one night with some random stranger?” you asked with amusement in your tone. “Yes," she said nervously, placing her hair behind her ears. "Who are you looking for?" you said, looking to the dance floor. "My eyes are on you, Hyoshin," she says daringly as you smile, glad for her response. "I don't want anything but just one good night," she said with pure desire in her tone. "Well then, how about we drink this bottle up, chat some more, then I’ll reserve a room, and we can drink on each other," you said with dark, lustful eyes. "I would like that very much," she said warmly. For almost two hours, you listened to Y/N tell you about herself. How she didn't have a close relationship with her mother. The person she disliked the most would stop her from having a relationship with her father. She felt like someone who was just an asset and not a child. You somewhat felt like you could understand being the heir of your father’s NCT empire. You were his biggest asset who failed to earn even an inch of his affection. Your only right to his empire was because you were his first-born child in the marriage agreed by your grandparents. It was once Taeyong, but your grandparents disqualified him the second they found out he was Y/N’s mother's son.

The second you arrived at the hotel room, the sexual tension you had both been holding back bubbled. You caged her against the wall like she was your prey. You couldn't wait to have her under you, so truly ruined. Hips buckling at her with a crazed hunger thirst for your own needs. Her hands softly against your chest, her moans beautiful and enticing. The sounds leave you throbbing with need as you collide with her clothed core. It was the sound of her frustration with your buttons as your kiss became more frenzied. Squeezing her ass was making your own cock pulsate with need. Needing the dress off her, you unzipped, stroking her spine at the same time. The moans from her lips as her back arched, despite leaving your lips cold, had you chuckling. Covering the moan you didn't want her to hear. Her eyes took you in, and you see them looking with something deeper. They travel over every inch of your face, which felt more than just a one-night stand. It was intertwined with emotion—the one you had been seeking through all your flings. Everything you wanted was all wrapped in a girl the night before your wedding arrangements were due to start. “What are you thinking about, pretty?” you asked as your finger fell under her chin to look at you directly. “How bloody gorgeous you are,” she confesses with the most beautiful pink dusting on her face. “Cute,” you say, totally mesmerised by her. Tugging the bottom of her dress, it fell to the floor, and you know you can't mask the gulp at her beautiful body. You, at this moment, need this last piece of clothing off so you can play with her hidden bosoms. Dragging your finger towards her navel, you enjoy her skin that looks so kissable right now. Bringing your hands to her hips, closing the gap between you, you do just that. Fingers finding the band of her panties, you rip them, sniggering at her expression of shock and vulnerability. It takes her a short minute before her hands are fumbling around the shirt button again. She looks so cute trying to match your energy and vibe, and it makes you want her so much more. You can see her frozen in time as she looks at your top half. Like she's admiring every single vein and blemish, all with arousal. “Oh, pretty, you can’t be a mess already,” you tease, and for a brief moment, you think she's got cold feet. Rolling your tongue down your inner cheek, however, the moment is gone, and in its place were her own feverish need. She fumbles as she tosses your shirt off to the floor, all while she attacks your jeans with shaky, impatient hands. "Slow down," you chuckle, despite enjoying her innocent attempt to be the prey. Removing your bottoms, you couldn't help but hold back the laughter threatening when her mouth opens agape to your member. While you weren't vain in your beauty, you knew you had a very impressive length and girth to your cock. "It’s okay; I’ll get you good and wet so it won’t hurt as much,” you smiled, reassuring her as you cupped her face.

I’m a virgin,” she stuttered out as you stood back, full of confusion but also wanting to be in denial. You wanted to ruin someone tonight in the bed sheets, not become someone’s first lover. “Huh?” you said as she chewed on her lip with anxiety. “I’m a virgin; I’m new to this, and I wanted you to know,” she explains with a strange sense of demand of what she desires. “So you wanted to lose it with a complete stranger? Are you crazy?” you say, feeling a strange sense of protection over her. What kind of woman goes to a nightclub just to lose her virginity? Surely that should be something savoured for her husband. “I’m going to lose my whole life to a stranger that I won’t choose tomorrow, so why not now?” she said. And while you wouldn't want this for your future wife, you could understand when someone wants control over you; you want to do something on your own. Surely that's why you're here with a fake name and a vulnerable lady on your arm. Something that is yours and not planned for you by your own father. “Please don’t change your mind. Please let me have something I’ve chosen,” she begs, and you think for a short second. If she can give you the emotion you desire in your flings, what is the harm in showing her the ropes herself? Plus, the thought of taking her virginity has your cock throbbing with its own desire. “But what if tomorrow he is what you want?” you ask as if she’s Y/N and not Mirae. Despite you being the very husband Y/N is marrying, what if for a second, she was Y/N? What if she regretted a one-night stand with a stranger when she could have lost it to you instead? “He won’t be; he’ll be old, powerful, and no doubt ugly,” she said with watery eyes. If he were indeed an older perverted man, surely you should be doing something positive for her—letting her have a real night of gentleness and kindness. Even though you wanted to rail the fuck out of her. “Why didn’t you tell me you were a virgin?” you said, turning your back with your own cold feet. “Because I didn’t want to admit that I’m so inexperienced,” she said as silence hit the room while you thought about the new change of direction. Your dick was now painfully hard, and your mind was losing the morale battle. “Suppose it’s my job to teach the wife to shag her husband then,” you said, letting your cock win. Walking towards her, you gently place your hand along the side of her face, letting your softer side show. “You have to be honest; if it hurts or if it feels good, I need you to be vocal,” you whisper with concern. “I was going to ruin you, but it seems I have to go with an alternative plan,” you admit, rubbing your thumb up her cheekbone. “What’s that?” she asks as you attempt to hold your laughter back. “For me to know and you to find out,” you smirk, kissing her nose. Lips reuniting, your hands brush up her naked back, enjoying the skin at your fingertips. She rolls herself against you, and your heat clashes; the impact has her breath hitch. Her hands fall to your member in her desire to adjust to its size. You let her explore so she can back out if she needs to. Lifting her up, lips still attached, you bring her to the bed. Dropping her, she falls like a vulnerable mess, and guilt hits you. You promised to be gentle and not treat her as prey tonight. “Oops, sorry,” you said before looking at her whole body in awe. “Pretty, I’m going to make you feel good, I promise,” you say as she bites her lips. Pressing kisses along her bikini line at first, followed by your warm tongue on her folds. She tastes intoxicating. But the way she looks when you're teasing her core is so mesmerising. Her eyes flutter between closed-eye moans and then panting as she watches you work. But the sound of her whines as you suckle around her clit leaves your cock painfully tortured by her sounds. You see her shiver when your tongue slips to stroke against her walls, and she's so mesmerising to watch, just as she is to taste.

“Fuck, Hyoshin,” she chokes, panting. “This feels so good,” she manages to cry as you struggle to hear her words. “Hyoshin ya,” she cries as she fights to remove your mouth. But your need to be torturous dumps the chivalrous gentleman act. Hand catching her wrist, you give her no mercy, telling yourself you need her so very lubricated to fit you. Like you could tell from her body and moans, she cums heavily, convulsing and deep pants as you continue to hold no mercy. You inwardly chuckle as she hisses at your even faster movement of your tongue. But your gentleman phase is hit hard as you leave her with a smirk. “Told you, pretty, I would make you feel good,” you gloat at the mess you made of her. “Now let’s get your pussy ready for me,” you said, needing this burning ache of your own but still worried that she won't be able to take it. “This bit may be uncomfortable for a little, but it’ll be worth it, I promise,” you warned as your fingers found her nub, swirling around it, which made her whine. Placing a finger into her wet, warm heat, you enjoy the feel of her before placing a second. You watch her heavenly eyes and expressions as you curve them against her walls. Right until her eyebrows twitch, telling you you've found her G-spot. Using your tips to massage the soft sponginess of her walls, you press in a third finger to stretch her further out, enjoying the hiss she leaves. “Good girl,” you praise as your thumb deliberately brushes along her nub, enjoying the moans in your ears each time. “I’m going to start fucking you now, ok?” you said, giving her a chance to back away. But instead, you get her eyes desperately filled with desire looking at you. “If it hurts, you have to tell me,” you instruct as you remove your fingers. “If you want me to stop, just say,” you add, giving her reassurance. “It will hurt to start with but stay with me; I promise I will make it feel good,” you whisper as you press small kisses up her jaw to relax her again. “I trust you,” she gasps as your lips press to her neck, enticing her to relax further. Hearing her trust you when you just met has your heart melting. Rolling your body against her heat, her hands finding your back, her body tensing once more. “Pretty, it’s ok; I won’t penetrate you until you’re ready,” you reassure her as you hope your lips can help her relax again. Rolling your body once more, your member slides between her thighs. “Are you on the pill?” you ask as she shakes her head. “Ahh, virgin yes; good thing I got a condom in my wallet,” you said before going to fetch the protection you packed for the night. Getting between her once more, you roll the tip of your shaft around her nub. Her thighs tense slightly, so your hands rub at the trembling muscle before returning your lips back to hers. Pressing yourself gently, just the tip, has her eyes shut and holding her breath. The way her walls tighten around you makes you stop; you don't want to cum just yet. “You're doing well,” you praise her as her walls tighten so much around the tip. You struggle to hold back a moan yourself as you move a little further in. “It hurts,” she whimpers as you still again. Your lips return back to kissing her as you feel her walls relax around you. Rolling yourself in another inch has her nails digging in. The cries are more desperate from the pain. "Pretty, pretty, it’s ok,” you reassure her as your fingers slide between your body to roll around her nub. “Just one more and you’ll have me fill you up,” you reassure her between kisses. Fully pushing into her in a swift movement, you see tears fall from her eyes. You should feel guilty, but taking her virginity, her innocence, is making you throb and pulsate even deeper within her. “Remember, pain then pleasure, I promise,” you whisper, unable to stop yourself from pulling out to slide back in.

“Count to ten; feel the pleasure build,” you instruct as guilt eats at you. As she counts, you thrust into her, stilling between. Each thrust has her relax, and soon the tone of her cries is different. You feel close to the edge when she is full of pleasurable moans. “You're doing so well, pretty,” you praise as her walls tighten around you. “You feel so good hugging me so tightly, fuck Mirae,” you moan, losing the will to be gentle anymore. You chase a speed that feels delicious to you. The tip of your cock bouncing off her cervix is intoxicating alongside the screams of heaven escaping her breath. “Pretty, cum on my dick,” you beg, not sure how long you can cope without filling this condom up. The tone of her cries changes to more desperate as she needs to cum. You seek this as a reason to let go and chase your high, letting your own moans pierce the air. “Mirae I’m going to cum,” you cry as her piercing nails have you at the edge. Her body meets yours in a heated mess until she spasms around your cock, pushing you over the edge. Her body convulses beneath you while you pump warm cum into your condom.

“Fuck, your husband will be one lucky man,” you compliment, panting before kissing her once more. You wish she was Y/N; you need her to be your future wife. Even though you know your Y/N isn't as pleasant. “And so are your lucky ladies,” she pants, leaving your lips and giving a sting with her comment. “I don’t know what you’re implying,” you say, giggling even though you don't feel like it in response to that comment. She rolls off and moves to get off the bed. “Wait, you’re not staying for the night with the man you choose to lose your virginity with?” you show a teasing expression even though it's desperation. Puppy eyes and bottom lip pouting, she gives in to your vulnerability as she rolls her eyes and comes back to your hold. Stroking her hair, it doesn't take her long to fall asleep. You can't stop taking your eyes off her as she sleeps peacefully in your arms. Sometimes she shifts away like she knows you’re saddened, arms falling around you. Her face so close you can't help but give her brief kisses as she sleeps peacefully. You do this a few times as you’re totally taken by her beauty. You wonder if you could encourage her to run with you—a life where you could truly become Hyoshin and run away with her for real. Maybe the option of being with her and not her actual new fiancée would be a bonus to her too. You smile, feeling the most peace you've felt ever, and fall asleep with her in your arms. It's 7 a.m., and you stretch before remembering your company. As your eyes open, your heart is stung to see your bed empty. "Mirae?" you call out before dashing to the bathroom to check it's empty. You look to the floor; her torn pants are there but her clothes are gone. At that, the hotel room door opens, and you’re happy that it’s possibly Mirae. "I knew you would come back, baby," you say, feeling cocky. Instead, it's your father looking furious, and you gulp, fearing the dressing down you will get. "You're about to meet Y/N in just a few hours, and you're here meeting whores," he seethes as you look to the floor, not wanting to challenge him. "You're lucky I need you in one piece because I would have your ass beat," he spits, raising his hand to drop it. His eyes land on the condom on the floor. "Well, I suppose I should take comfort in the fact you're not making babies," he snaps as your eyes meet his. "We have plenty of girls at the house; why come here to whore with someone we don't even know?" he says, understanding your needs. “Because there's no one at the house that brings excitement," you admit as he shakes his head with amusement. “If you wanted a mistress, you should have asked me. I would have found you a decent one," he says as your eyes look to him. You don't want a mistress chosen by him; you want Mirae. "I will have Mr. Jang pass you a list of the girls we have already checked to provide good entertainment," he says, and your stomach drops. These were probably the girls he had been doing when his mistress Haewon and Chaeyoon were unavailable.

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The car journey to Y/N’s house was icy cold. You could still see your father less than impressed. The phone rang from a business colleague. "Great," you said, showing the caller ID to your father. "Answer it, and then come join me," he said, getting out of the car. Instead of answering, you hung up but watched your father from your seat. You can see a thin figure that was slightly out of your focus. But you could hear Chaeyoon's laughter from the car. What would you do for Y/N to be like Mirae, you thought to yourself. Breathing in deeply, you emerged from the car just as they were making their way into the house. “About time,” your father moaned, twisting back to face your way. “Apologies,” you said with feigned sincerity as you straightened out your suit. The smile ready to be plastered to convince your future wife suddenly dropped. In that moment, you suddenly realised the saying: be careful what you wish for. Standing before you was Y/N, or rather your Mirae. You should be happy, but as she morphed into Y/N, the reminder of her rejection as a child hurt you. The daughter of the woman who made your mother leave you behind. It all spiralled back, hurting you on every side. Your mind reminded you she ran from you this morning too. While you wanted love, she abandoned you again, even as an adult. You wanted to get into the car and run. Even if that meant enduring your father's multiple beatings. Your perfect, amazing Mirae bubble was popped, and you hated it. You hated Y/N for taking the one thing in your life that you enjoyed from last night.

If you could find a way to find Mirae in her, she was showing you the Y/N you knew instead during dinner. Her eyes couldn't reach you and looked like she would rather be elsewhere. “Well, we can take her back tonight,” your father said, snatching both yours and Y/N’s attention. Oh hell no! Did he want you to start your life with Y/N right now? You needed time to convince him to choose someone else. “Pardon?” Y/N’s father said, looking just as confused. The first time you noticed him, he looked unemotionally detached. “Darling, we have to let her go at some point,” Chaeyoon said. Your skin crawled knowing that she was manipulating her husband to let their child go off and marry the bloke she had a secret love child with. You knew Y/N was unaware; it was Taeyong’s demand, not wanting anything to do with her either. “It’ll be a chance for Y/N to get used to the way we live, which is different from her own upbringing,” your father said as you felt sorry for Mr. Son for his response. Your father was truly a cocky asshole to do this to this poor man. “Works really busy, father,” you said, praying for a way out. But you feared God would only gift one wish, and you used it without being aware of the consequences. “I’ll sort it; I will have Mark take the workload for you until just after the wedding,” he responded, and of course he would. Both your father and Chaeyoon had planned this since you were kids. You were sure it was her way of getting into the house to snatch him from Haewon and become the new mistress. While you weren't overly keen on Haewon, she wasn't cold and manipulative like Chaeyoon. Your eyes looked to Y/N, and you could see her mother in her eyes. How could you be with her when she looked like that? How did you not notice that before last night? You should have run and been more clever about it. “That’s not a problem, is it, darling?” Chaeyoon said to her husband with that fake, pathetic, sweet tone. “For how long?” Y/N asked as your father and her mother laughed. “I think they mean forever,” you said, letting her see the amusement in your eyes. If you were being tortured, you would as sure as hell torture her too. Punish her, even for her mother's ways; punish her for your mother's sake. “That is ok, right?” your father asked him as he couldn't even look away from his food. “I guess so,” Y/N’s father responded, and you felt so sorry for him. “It’s ok; Jeno will look after you,” your father said to Y/N as she looked at you. You couldn't help but smirk at his words and enjoyed watching her face redden. “So we are agreed; you should come home with us?” your father asked, looking delighted as she nodded reluctantly. “Can I be excused to pack?” she said, standing to face her father as he nodded in a mere moment of eye contact. “That isn’t necessary; I have everything you could potentially need,” your father said, and you're sure you saw anger flash through her features. “The wife of the heir to NCT Associated needs to be dressed in style, so it’s natural that we already have your clothes ready. Your stylist has already arranged this with your mother,” he said as he smiled at Chaeyoon with a look that you had unfortunately seen far too many times. “What about personalised items?” she questioned a little abruptly. You raised an eyebrow at her cockiness. She gave an impression of vulnerability last night, and this was not the same woman. Mirae was a complete fake image to woo you and trap you under her spell. “Soomin, forgive my daughter; she sometimes forgets to construe her words correctly. She really is grateful,” her mother flirted as you tuned them out. Your eyes focused on Y/N as if you were looking for a way to make the Mirae of last night come back.

“My family is much more accustomed to a superior lifestyle than the one you’re use to. You’ll be leaving your life behind; it will be difficult being someone much more sophisticated. But you’ll become successful as the most beautiful person on my son’s arm. You’ll also give birth to beautiful children, and Jeno is the heir to the family business once my days are numbered,” your father said, snatching your attention back. Y/N and babies! Great!—that was the one thing you didn't want. If marrying her was a slap in your mother's face, having a grandchild with that woman to share would be placing her in the ground of the local cemetery. Mr. Jang approached the table, whispering in Mr. Lee’s ear. “Apologies; there’s a matter that needs resolving, so I have to thank you for the entertainment,” your father said as you looked to Y/N briefly. She looked so sad in that moment. You watched her horrified expression as he reached into his pocket to remove a wad of cash in an envelope to place by her father’s plate. You felt sick watching Chaeyoon grab the money. She was selling her child to the family of the man she was sleeping with and still pocketing the money to console her broken husband. You saw Y/N’s watery eyes, and part of you wanted to go to her to hug her. But she looked at you with disgust, and you snapped out of the moment of madness. “I thought that the car journey back to Seoul would be a great opportunity for you two to get to know each other,” your father suggested. “Father, with all due respect,” you began, but he cut you off with, “No if’s and no buts. And be a gentleman, won’t you?” Your father scolded before he entered his own car. Gentleman! Fucking gentleman! Maybe he should practice what he preaches, you inwardly screamed. Looking at Y/N, just standing there, you felt irritated that she was here and not your Mirae. “You happy with your choice now, Mirae?” you growled in a bitter moment of your hatred. You had photos of her growing up; there was no way she didn't have them of you. Did she really think you were ugly? You thought, remembering her words from last night. You rolled your eyes as you entered the car, slamming the door behind you. You watched her from inside, look up at the house as you felt compassion conflict with your moment. Empathy ripping through you as you watching her heart break looking at her home. Sliding beside you, you shuffled to give her space. “I don’t want people to know about the other night,” you said eventually, hoping to pry her emotions out as Mirae and not Y/N. “I didn’t plan to,” she said before looking back to the window. Why did she always turn back into the Y/N who always rejects you every time you saw the Mirae in her? “I take it I will be expecting many other women,” she asked, looking back towards you as you could have shaken her in that second. She left you this morning; she was no innocent angel. “What do you expect from Old, Powerful, and Ugly?” you growled, enjoying her shocked face. “Are you angry because of the words I said when I didn’t realise who you were?” she questioned as you laughed. No, Y/N, you fucking left me this morning like I was nothing, you wanted to shout. But you didn't want her to see how much of a sap you were for Mirae. “You shouldn’t have said words for a future you couldn’t expect,” you snorted instead as she looked at you bewildered. “Did you know who I was?” She scoffed as you inwardly rolled your eyes. “No, because if I did, I would have run, so very far away,” you said with venom, which you didn't actually mean. It was like she was the remote control to your bitterness. “Good enough to shag, not good enough to marry,” she growled, and you continued to laugh vindictively because that comment hurt—it hurt so badly. “May I remind you; you shagged and ran? Don’t make me out to be the dark one here,” you spat out with anger.

“I suggest you don’t talk to me for the rest of the journey home and somehow find a way to end this little arrangement,” she replied bitterly. “Trust me, if I could get rid of you, I would,” you hissed before turning your back on her. You were seething in anger and pain from the hurt in the situation. Upon arriving, you dashed off, not caring when you turned around and saw she wasn't there. You needed five minutes to scream and maybe smash the air in anger. Arriving at your apartment, you did just that. "Who does she fucking think she is?" you shouted, seething mad. Five minutes passed, and you looked at the door to find her body not walking through. Feeling irritated that she couldn't even follow you. “I’ll take you to Jeno’s apartment,” Donghyuk’s voice hit the corridor. “Wait i will be sharing an apartment with him?” She said with horror in her tone as you rolled your eyes. “That is generally where couples live, together, is it not?” Donghyuk said amused at her response. Of course he would, he probably got his mind on her body already, you thought in jealousy. “Yes, but we’re not even married,” she said like she wasn't riding on your cock last night. “It’s just a shared apartment, not a shared bed. But then again, this is Jeno—we’re surprised he didn’t already do you in the car on the way,” Donghyuk sniggered as Jisung called him out. Well Donghyuk was your brother he knew you inside and out. “You did didn’t you?” Jisung said as your hand fell on your mouth. Was she blushing thinking of last night. “No car sex,” she said as you smiled knowing that was evidence she still thought of you like that. “Right let’s get you to your husband,” Donghyuk said amused as you entered. “He’s not my husband,” she growled as once again she found a way to stab you in your heart. Seeing Donghyuk and Jisung’s expression she turned to face you with guilt. “Feelings mutual trust me. To think I will be stuck with you forever,” you said looking disgusted at her. “Hyung,” Jisung scolded you as you looked his way. You felt guilty for letting him witness that response from you. But when you looked back at her you felt nothing but anger at this moment of yet again rejecting you as her partner. “Are you finished with your play date and ready to actually follow me this time,” you growl as she silently follows you.

“Your room is over there,” you said as soon as you both entered the apartment. “Food is there,” you added, simply pointing in the kitchen space. “Are there any house rules?” she asked softly. “Not really, not while you’re here. The rules basically start out there,” you replied, knowing that the rules outside this apartment would possibly suffocate her as much as you. “Are there any foods I should be careful not to serve you?” she asked as you looked at her, bringing your soft Mirae back. “Why are you willing to be a housewife now?” you chuckled, hoping to break the vile tension you both had shared since this morning. “Isn’t that my job, right?” she questioned as you rolled your tongue down your cheek in annoyance that it was just a job to her. However, before the bitterness attacked, you could see her arousal. The atmosphere changed in that very moment, but you remembered that Mirae was fake. A character of devotion, which she was far from. “Your job is to look pretty, be loyal, obedient, and well, have my babies. Cooking me meals? I won’t be here to eat most days; that won’t be part of your requirements,” you said as she looked annoyed by your response. Before your conversation could continue, your phone rang. It was a business call, but you wanted to hurt her just as much as she had hurt you. “Just one of my—what did you call it? Yes, mistresses… night, Mirae,” you said, chuckling as you walked into your room. Like last time, you hung up the call while sitting on your bed. You pretended to talk on the phone to someone who wasn't there, and then you threw your hands through your hair. What made her make you so bitterly furious with her that it caused you to be an angry, childish buffoon? That night you couldn't relieve yourself. Every time you came close to your explosion, Mirae shot into your mind. Remembering that she left you this morning and turned into a prized bitch. What you needed was to take your frustrations out on someone else.

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Waking up for breakfast, Y/N remained in her room. Of course she would; she didn't want to stay married here with you. In fact, what was the point of her being here if she was going to ignore you? What if you could push her away and make her leave? The idea seemed good, despite your inner thought process trying to argue with you. An hour later, one of the girls Mr. Jang sent was under you, a screaming mess. You railed her so hard just so you knew Y/N would hear. Each day you did the same with a new girl; once, it was two different girls. You knew it was working as Y/N failed to come out of her room; it was like she wasn't even there. You hoped she wasn't there; you hoped she had run away. Well, that's what you thought you wanted. Deep down, there was an ache that you didn't like the person you were becoming.

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You were currently thrusting into this afternoon's lucky lady, her nails digging into the skin of your biceps as you railed her as if she were Mirae, like all the girls were always her. By thinking they would be, you had hoped that they would show you the brief emotion Mirae had. Suddenly, your door opened. While your guest had fear in her eyes, you continued to slowly, gently thrust into her until you saw Y/N behind your brother, and you stilled. “What the hell, Hyuk?” you growl. “I could ask you the same thing. Not just are you enduring your future mother of your children to hear these antics. But you couldn’t even be bothered to make sure she was well-fed and nourished,” he snaps with an anger he didn't have the entitlement to possess. “Stay out of it,” you barked as Donghyuk looked concerned, seeing Y/N in pain at the view. “Y/N, go to your room,” he said softly as she looked to him with the same annoyed expression she normally reserved for you. “I’m not a child,” she gasped. “Clearly not; Hyuk, you’re condemning me, yet look at you two. You’re helping yourself to my second helpings again, are you?” you sniggered as you remembered when he went with Giselle when you finished with her. “If you get her pregnant, you’ll be saving me a lot more time to focus elsewhere. I promise I’ll make them an heir,” you mock him as his face scrunches in anger. “Fuck you,” he snapped, stepping towards the bed. “Don’t, Hyuk, please,” Y/N whimpers. The use of the nickname feels like a punch in the gut, especially when you notice she was wearing his clothes. “Wow, you must be close—wearing his clothes, pet names,” you smirk, not letting it show that you were jealous. “You both going to watch us? Hey, fancy joining? Let me train you to be a wife, Y/N,” you mocked and thrust into the girl under you for extra measure. It was at that moment that Y/N snapped, throwing a vase that just narrowly missed your head. “Fuck you, Lee Jeno,” you said, shaking as your companion dashed from the bed in case of another misfire. “Mirae already did,” you glared, hoping to hurt her with the memory or even have a moment of acknowledgment. “My name's not Mirae,” your companion said as you chuckled at her before letting Y/N have the biggest smirk you could produce. Tears formed in her eyes—a first real sign that she was somewhat attached to her Hyoshin. But you weren't him; she made sure of that and turned you into her own brand of Lee Jeno. “Y/N,” Donghyuk whimpered, pulling her back to him. “He’s not worth it,” Donghyuk said as he tried to remove her from your room. “Don’t forget to shut the door on your way out,” you spat out, satisfied you finally got the response you wanted for a while. "Who is she?" your companion asked. “She's my wife-to-be," you said as she looked shocked. "Well, you knew this was about sex; it was written in your NDA," you say, looking at the door, wondering what conversation those two were having. Will she tell him that she met you and how you broke her into being a woman? Or would she continue to hide your tryst? Your companion had laid back on the bed entertaining herself with her fingers to get your attention. You smiled listening to the moans knowing Y/N could hear them too. Her own punishment for leaving you. You’re sure you hear moaning outside your room, but it could be your own entertainment who thighs are open giving you a perfect show. Sliding in by her side you stroke her hair when your disturbed once more. “What the hell Hyuk!” You moan as you watch him go towards your condom draw. "Just want a condom. I might take you up on the offer. But-when I get a girl pregnant, it won’t be for you to play the father,” he growls for show earning a chuckle to cover your jealousy. “You breaking her in for me are you?” You snigger as he turns to you looking cocky

“You can’t compete with me, but have your attempt,” he says leaving the room as you vindictively laugh knowing he could never take Y/N’s virginity that was all you. While on face you looked like you couldn't care you was really hoping Y/N wouldn't. So when you heard her moans and Donghyuk’s pleads your heart fell. All you could do is hurt her back by letting her hear your own activity once more. “Shit Hyukkie,” you hear her whimper. It causes you to stop the kissing you and your company are enduring. Fuck she really is fucking him. “That’s good baby let him know who’s making you feel good,” Donghyuk said moaning himself. "Ride me baby," you coo to your lady and she happily obliged. She wastes no time jumping on your cock and it feels good. Not as good as Y/N but good nevertheless. Your hands resting behind your head as you enjoy her doing all the work. You hear Y/N cry out and your hand stills on your partner. Is he hurting her? You paused as you feel sick and worried for her. You can hear the thudding against the wall and you know he's breathing her through the pain. Just like you did that night. You suddenly feel sick as your cock goes flat. "I'm not in the mood now," you admit as your conquest is pushed off your cock. Hearing his coos and encourages has you want to cry. Is this what you endured her to? You must be the most evil man in the world. Had you pushed her away too much? How could you come back from this?

Masterlist

Butterfly

Wordcount; 10,049

Fandom; Nct 127, Nct Dream, Wayv & Aespa

Pairing; Yuta Nakamoto X Reader, Yuta Nakamoto X Ning Yizhuo Aka Ningning, Reader X Lee Jeno, Reader X Xiao Dejun Aka Xiaojun, Reader X Lee Donghyuk Aka Haechan, Lee Donghyuk Aka Haechan X Ning Yizhuo Aka Ningning, Qian Kun X Aeri Uchinaga Aka Giselle & Na Jaemin X Yu Jimin Aka Karina.

Characters; Yuta Nakamoto, Ning Yizhuo Aka Ningning, Lee Jeno, Lee Donghyuk Aka Haechan, Xiao Dejun Aka Xiaojun, Lee Mark, Lee Taeyong, Johnny Suh, Kim Jungwoo, Jeong Yuno Aka Jaehyun, Kim Minjeong Aka Winter, Qian Kun, Aeri Uchinaga Aka Giselle, Park Jisung, Kim Doyoung, Na Jaemin, Yu Jimin Aka Karina, Huang Renjun, Zhong Chenle, Wong Kun-Hang Aka Hendery, Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul Aka Ten, Dong Si Cheng Aka Winwin & Liu Yangyang

Warning; Angst, Violence, Abusive Parents, Manipulation, Insecurity, Lockdown, Topic of Abortion, Masturbation, Fingering, Love Bite, Unprotected Sex, Car Crash, Loss, Child Birth, Life and Death Situation, Grief & Death

Notes; Chapter 13/23 of Twisted Universe.

Happy Valentines Day. 💖🍫💐

Taglist; @devinitysann

You had barely fallen asleep when the front door banged loudly. As you made your way to the corridor, one of Mr. Lee's head security, Mr. Jang, pointed at you and clicked his fingers for you to come over. "What's up?" you questioned, as Jungwoo and Johnny looked concerned. "Mr. Lee needs to speak to you urgently. In the meantime, your phone," he snapped, asking you to pass it to him as you complied. "Also, this house will be investigated from top to bottom. If any of you are harbouring Son Y/N, you will face the full consequences. So now's the time to admit if there is anything you've hidden," he said to your housemates, who all looked baffled and bewildered. "Mr. Nakamoto," Mr. Jang snapped, drawing your attention back as you followed some of his men to the car. Upon arriving at Mr. Lee’s office, you found Jeno with a seething expression, a less-than-impressed Donghyuk, and Taeyong looking disheveled. Worse, a handprint was on his face, clearly from his father's hands. "So, Son Y/N has decided to disappear with Xiao Dejun—poof. All while Taeyong was apparently sleeping in. So I'm going to ask you all this: where is she?" he asked, seething with anger as he put on some leather gloves. "Let's start with Mr. Nakamoto, shall we?" he spat, sitting on the desk with menacing eyes. "The first I heard she was missing was earlier," you explained, and he briefly sucked his lips in annoyance. "Yes, and these two went looking for her, but you did not," he said, pointing at Donghyuk and Jeno. "Why is that? She was the love of your life, good enough to run to when she decided to faint at her father's funeral," he said, raising his eyebrows. "Did you not run because you were hiding her?" he demanded as you struggled not to laugh at his ludicrous accusations. "She chose Dejun; I chose Ningning. I was with her at the house. She gave me an alternative: Y/N or her. I chose her," you said as Jeno's head snapped to you. "I thought it over briefly with Jaehyun Johnny and Jungwoo and then came to this house to see her, to explain she won. Then I returned home; I'm sure if you check the cameras, they will confirm my story," you said without emotion. "I call bullshit on that. I've been throwing that girl at you for days. Why now?" he questioned. "We slept together; you even caught us on the morning Mr. Son passed. My emotions are torn between them both, but following the reminder that she is Dejun's, I choose to choose Ningning," you explained, and his laughter sent a wave of fear through you. "So, are you taking my arrangement?" he asked as you shook your head. "No, I can't commit to Ningning until I've truly let Y/N go," you confessed as he looked at Jeno and Donghyuk. "You two didn't find her?" he questioned as they shook their heads. "Did you even bother looking seriously?" he pressed, and Donghyuk looked at him with fear. "We looked everywhere; we even asked the locals if they had seen them. As Taeyong has already updated you, they were seen driving Y/N's father's car," Donghyuk said nervously as you looked at him. Did he know where she was? Did they all know? Had they found her and put her on the path they originally planned? "So there isn't anything any of you four are keeping from me?" he asked as you all shook your heads. "Not even a tiny matter that I should know?" he asked as Taeyong looked up at him. "She found some letters from you father," Taeyong said, looking confused. "Letters that suggest Y/N is neither my sister nor my mother's daughter," he continued, looking to the floor. "Do you have those letters?" he snapped as he shook his head. "They are on mother's bed in Mr. Son’s house. I found them while looking around. I believe she ran because it was too painful for her to acknowledge," he said, leaving you in shock. Was that true? Was she really not Chaeyoon’s daughter? Did that mean Taeyong wasn't her brother? "Father, can I ask?" he paused, looking up.

"I was told the baby Chaeyoon was carrying wasn't my child. It later transpired that her father took our child and switched it with a surrogate and his child," he acknowledged, making your eyes widen. "So, you're saying Y/N isn't my sister, that my real sister—a full-blooded one—is out there?" Taeyong asked as Jeno and Donghyuk listened intently. "He took her, hid her, but she died in a car crash, one I believe he caused himself," he said, pain evident in his voice. "Then I have something else to add, as I owe her no loyalty," Taeyong said, and you looked at him with furrowed brows. "Y/N had an abortion at the hospital," he said as Jeno growled and Donghyuk gasped. Your mind wondered why he would stab her in the back, even if she wasn't his sister. "Wait, is that why she was unwell?" he questioned before looking at you. "Who was it?" he asked, and you felt ready to hit Taeyong if he revealed the name. "She didn't know, but yes—Jeno, Yuta, or Dejun's. She opted to have an abortion to avoid conflict," Taeyong stated emotionlessly. "Tae," you gasped as Mr. Lee looked at you. "You knew this?" he asked as you nodded. "We all did; we were all there. It was a choice I suggested that she took. I didn't want the heir to this company to be born to a woman married to someone else," Jeno said as you couldn't believe your ears. He, like you, didn't want her to get rid of the baby. "Fair point, Jeno; well done for thinking what is best for this company and yourself," Mr. Lee replied, going behind the table, looking somewhat unreadable. "Right, until she's found, there are new rules," he ordered as you inwardly rolled your eyes. "One Everyone in this estate will be moving into the main house, including the members of Wayv and Aespa. It will be a tight squeeze, but I want everyone where I can see them. You, Jeno and Donghyuk, will be sharing an apartment with your cousins, Jaemin and Jisung. Taeyong, you will be sharing with Jaehyun; Mark will be sharing with Johnny. You, Yuta, will be moving back to your apartment with Ningning," he said as horror filled your eyes. "As you are reestablishing your relationship," he added. "Two, Everyone’s phones will be removed; everyone will have new devices linked to security. Every message, email, text, even your—uh, adult content—views will be recorded and analysed," he stated, which you feared would happen anyway. "What about the photos I have on my phone?" you asked as he looked at you with annoyance. "If you wish, I will have your photos saved and transferred to you. I will get the IT team to communicate with you," he responded. "Lastly, Jeno, your title as heir to this company has been removed," he said, prompting Jeno to growl. “Temporarily; it will be my nephew, Lee Sungsoo, until Y/N is returned," he ordered as you felt Jeno inwardly struggle not to lash out. “Yuta, you won't be leaving SM until Y/N is returned," he said, causing you to whimper. You needed this freedom badly, and once again, he was holding it like a carrot. "I know you both feel this is unfair, but it is important that Y/N and Xiao Dejun return," he said as Jeno finally lost his temper. "Are you for real? How can we search for her if we're basically on house arrest with new phone numbers?" he growled. "Jeno, I have my own team looking for them—they will eventually be found—and when I know that none of you has played a part, then you, Jeno, can be the heir, and you, Yuta, can return home to Japan," he said, and you felt like crying. "That is all; a text will be sent out as soon as you leave to update the others," he said, and you raised your hand like a naughty child. "What about all the stuff at my old property? Can I go and retrieve it?" you asked, but he shook his head. "I will have new clothes and essentials ordered; hopefully, it won't be long before you can return to 127," he smiled, leaving you unsure whether to hope for Y/N's return or not.

"Where is she?" you questioned Taeyong as you were leaving. "Honestly, I don't know," Taeyong said with despair. "Why did you tell him about the baby?" you asked, needing a response. "Because now he's investigating; he would have found out. It wouldn't have done any of us or her any favours," he replied, trying to walk away. "You okay? It must have been hard finding out she wasn't your sister," you said as his jaw tensed. "She's the daughter of the man who killed my sister. I don't care for her in any way, and if you had any brains, you would do the same," he snapped before storming off. "This doesn't make sense," Donghyuk said as you both looked at each other. "And what was that bullshit about you demanding the abortion? Because we know that's a lie," Donghyuk said as Jeno went pale. "They will find her, guys. Even with our plans, we didn't anticipate this much activity. If he found out she or Dejun aborted the heir child, you and I both know it would lead to a murder charge. While I'm not convinced he wouldn't kill her, I know this is the only way I can protect them," he said as you looked puzzled at him. "Now what?" he spat. "Why are you trying to protect him? I thought you wanted him dead?" you questioned as he raised an eyebrow. "I want him tortured, and only I can do that. Death is too easy," he said before storming off. "In other words, he's not as evil as Dad; that's all bark," Donghyuk chuckled. "Jeno has always been bark and no bite," you respond, thinking of the lost little boy when you first arrived. “Bet Ningning will be excited to have her man back living with her. It's okay; we don't sleep together anymore," he reassured you. "I wanted to take things slowly with her, but it seems the universe is telling me to stop fighting it," you said as he nodded before walking off to his own apartment. Knocking on the door, Ningning answers with a concerned expression. "What is this all about? I got the text. We're living together now until Y/N is found?" she asks as she lets you enter. "What else did it say?" you ask as she hands the phone to you. Residents, Following Xiao Dejun and Son Y/N's status as AWOL. The estate is under lockdown. The attachment shows where residents will be residing within the main family home. Phones will be collected in due course, and a new one will be provided for monitoring. Anyone inquiring about photos should consult our special IT team; details are in the attachment. Any information regarding the couple's disappearance will result in full advantages, including early release. If you have any questions, please communicate with Mr. Jang, head of security. Mr. Lee Sooman "They're bribing everyone for information; Taeyong was right," you said passing the phone to her. "What's happening?" she questions again. "I can't leave until Y/N and Dejun return," you admit as she looks sadly at you. "I'm sorry; I shouldn't have made you choose. You would have found her and known where she was to bring your freedom," she says, hugging you. “Ningning, I don't want her to come back. I would rather be punished for the rest of my life than have her return," you say, and she clicks her tongue at the roof of her mouth. "After everything she's done to you, you're still looking after her," she says as you rest your head against hers. “Have you eaten?" she asks. "No, we were woken up before breakfast," you reply, and your tummy rumbles, earning a chuckle from her. "Well, what do you fancy?" she asks, and you smile, feeling hungry for the first time in ages. "Marinated tofu," you say, and she chuckles, letting you go to return to the kitchen. -----------------------🔺---------------------

Living with Ningning was a struggle some nights. You both slept together in the same bed, often cuddling for comfort. You had hoped Y/N would fall from your mind, but you found yourself hoping for her safety, wherever she had managed to run to. Each day that passed, things got awkward in the estate. Jeno had lost all his heir privileges and had turned into an insufferable person to be around. On three occasions, he had squared up to his father, daring him to punish him the same way he had punished Taeyong. Each week Y/N was missing, Taeyong was seen with bruises. It was as if he thought Taeyong knew where she was and was beating him for answers week by week due to lack of leads. Rumours circulated that it was believed she was hiding in her father's home. The solicitor had refused any of Mr. Lee's men entrance. Not even Chaeyoon could find her way in. A full month passed when you relented and started being more romantic with Ningning. It was mostly kissing and holding hands with no official title. As the days passed, you thought less and less about Y/N. You could soon feel the burning desire between you both. Knocking one out in the shower just wasn't quenching your sexual desire anymore, not helped by Ningning's fake innocence; it was as if she knew how to fuel your desires. She had started upping the ante with the clothing she wore. No shorts underneath, her skirts paired with the sexiest black underwear. She would always have an air of innocence when you noticed. You found yourself visiting the restroom more times than you could count. However, she beat you there one afternoon, her hands rubbing around her clit. "Sorry," you said, hiding behind the door, your cock rock hard. "No you're not; you were coming in here to do the same," she chuckled as you peeked through the door, her fingers still exactly where you last saw them. "Baby, it's not like you've never seen this before," she says as she shifts towards you. "Come take a bite," she says, flicking her eyelashes. Sucking on her fingers, with her beautiful round eyes, she gives off her fake innocence. Stroking her jaw, you feel the edge of what you can tolerate. "My perfect sweetie," you say, as the smile on her face becomes real. Her lips clash with yours as your hands roam all over each other. "Take me to our bed?" she asks, and you almost chicken out. You last slept with Y/N there; the last time you and Ningning were both all over each other, you couldn't do it. Taking her hand, you bring her to the bed, looking at the mattress. Remembering she chose Dejun, you pull Ningning to you, your kissing becoming heavy and deep as you gently push her onto the bed. Fingers finding her clit, they roll around her nub as she whines. Curving them, you find her G-spot and rub deliciously against it. Her hands challenge you as you tut at her. "Sweetie, I need to feel you, need your juices all over my fingers," you say, enjoying her neediness. Once her arousal pops into your mouth, you savour every taste. Her hands reach for your t-shirt as she removes it. Her eyes light up like the first time she saw you topless, and it's as if you're sent back to that moment in time. You love seeing her totally devoted to you, and she's looking at you like this now. Removing her own clothes, you hum at her exposed breasts, your lips suckling and your hands kneading the flesh of her bosom. She hisses as you suckle too hard, and although the blemish is an accident, you like the view of your mark on her. Her hand reaches for your bottoms as you help her remove them. Like she craves you as much as you crave her, her hands wrap around you. Her palms are tiny and soft, and as she pumps, you suck in air through your teeth. You need her walls around you desperately, as you flick her legs over your shoulders. Rolling your cock around her folds, you slide in slowly as her nails dig into your arm, a whimpering mess.

The warmth of her core is heaven for you at that moment; you could cum from just the way her walls stretch around you. You start your pace, her whimpers getting louder as your lips attempt to muffle them. She's so lost as you fuck into her deeply; she nips your lip, causing you to chuckle. Her body, desperate for its high, starts meeting your thrusts. Pushing her thighs back to deprive her of further movements, she goes feral. The tips of her nails claw at you as her moans turn into screams. You feel yourself losing it at the sound of your name on her lips. "Ningning," you cry with her as her walls choke around your cock, and she falls into euphoria. Her walls quiver as they milk you into your own release; based on Ningning's recent routine, she had continued to take the pills Donghyuk supplied. Feeling spent, you fall off her onto the bed, a giggling mess. She inspects her blemish as you look at the cuts her nails made into your arm. Opening them in a desire to feel her warm skin against yours, which she happily obliges. "Is this a one-night stand or the start of something?" she asks as you twist to look at her. “Let’s continue to take it slow, sweetie, but hopefully we’ll get there soon," you say as she yawns, tired. For a month, you continued your sexual relationship. Outside, you were friends, but once home, you two were all over each other like a bunch of crazy hormonal teenagers. Johnny had made you realise that you were ready to move on from Y/N. You found you barely thought of her unless you saw Taeyong limping from his father's house with a cut lip or black eye. Watching her bounce up and down on your cock, her breasts bouncing as your hand goes to her waist to pull her closer. "My perfect girlfriend," you coo as she stops to cup your face. "Stop being mean and saying things like that when we're having sex," she says, slapping you. "I mean it, Ningning; I don't want to hide you anymore," you insist, as her lips ravish you while she suckles your chuckle. It was like she had turned feral; her tempo sped up in excitement. Eyes refusing to leave yours as sweat beads down her face. Watching her chase her high is enough to make you fall first as you fill her with your seed to help push her off hers. She was so excited to tell everyone you were a couple that she dragged you to the playroom. Jisung and Johnny were playing on the PlayStation as Giselle and Kun cuddled on the sofa. Giselle’s eyes widened when she saw you hand in hand. "You asked her to be official, didn’t you?” Kun asked as you smiled, sitting by them. "Yes he did; we're having a renewal of our relationship; no drama will ever get in the way," she said as she sat on your lap, passionately kissing you. "Well, at least you don’t have to worry about me bursting your parade this time," Donghyuk said, entering the room and high-fiving you. "You don't need to worry about Y/N either; she and Dejun are in China," Winter said, perching on the side of the sofa. Yours and Donghyuk's heads snapped to her. "Where did you hear that?" Donghyuk asked as you could feel Ningning looking for your reaction. "Mr. Lee just sent a second team to Suzhou," she said, and you wondered why they were there when he was from Dongguan. Donghyuk’s brain seemed to be working along the same lines as yours. "Baby," Ningning pouted, needing reassurance. "I bet they'll be home soon, and our lockdown rules can go back to what they were before," Kun said, as Ningning shot a look at you. "You will still want me if she comes home, right?" she asked, as you smiled, nodding your head. "Yes, sweetie, this is it for me now," you said, kissing her hand.

Five months later, it's been six and a half months since Y/N disappeared. The rumours about Y/N had died down. If they were in Suzhou, they weren't anymore. The team was returning back to Korea. Mr. Lee had eventually stopped hitting Taeyong, and things were beginning to suggest that Y/N and Dejun had successfully escaped to their freedom. You wondered how long it would be before Mr. Lee would let you have yours. You pondered if marrying Ningning would be the best way to distance yourself from anything related to Lee Sooman. Johnny had persuaded you to talk with Mr. Lee, who, pleased with your discussion, allowed you, along with security, to take Ningning somewhere special to propose. Signing your new arrangement to leave for Japan the moment the wedding took place, he suggested a luxury hotel, which you thanked him for. With your security guards, you made your way there. Petals in hand to create a pathway leading to the bed, you spread the petals to spell out the words "marry me" on the bedspread. You just had to organise a cake, champagne, and a nice meal, and the scene was set for her arrival. Mr. Lee had orchestrated for her to believe she was going to an interview with a potential project, and you knew she was already on her way. Despite knowing she would say yes, you were nervous. Was this the right thing to do? Had you truly let Y/N go? Or was it simply out of sight, out of mind? However, you remembered the words that came out of Dejun's mouth: "Y/N has started the termination process," his confession that she removed your child just to remove you and Jeno from her life. Just so she could move on. Surely you could move on too with Ningning. The door knocked, and you opened it to find Ningning tilting her head. "Okay, what's going on?" she chuckled nervously as you smiled at her innocence. "Close your eyes, sweetie," you said as she obeyed. Stepping behind her, your hands covered her eyes, preventing her from seeing the scene set just yet. Taking her to the rose path you made, you let her see the view. "What's this... what's that?" She froze, and you could hear her heart thundering from just behind her. "Sweetie, I need you; I choose you for my wife," you said as she twirled in your hold to face you. "Really? You want to marry me?" she asked, and you nodded. "I've arranged with Mr. Lee to bring your parents to Korea with mine. We can have our perfect happy-ever-after wedding and then go live in Japan," you said, smiling as your heart pulled a little. This was yours and Y/N’s dream—a little baby or two. Your own child that she had taken, flashing into your mind, allowing you to push Y/N away. "Were you lost in that dream then?" she asked, and you nodded with guilt. "This is truly what you want, right?" she asked, and you nodded. "You are all I need,” you said, kissing up her jaw. "Am I now?" she chuckled, as your lips found her neck. “How long do we have this hotel room for?" she hummed between kisses on her throat. "The weekend," you said, looking at her seductively. "I love you, Yuta," she said with pure adoration. "I love you, sweetie," you replied, letting your lips fall to your new fiancée.

Returning to the mansion, you find Johnny, Jaehyun, Jungwoo, Doyoung, Donghyuk, Mark, Kun, Giselle, Jaemin, Jimin, and Winter waiting for your arrival with banners. You had hit Johnny on your return as they all wanted to greet your new future. As you all made it to the games room, some others joined. Jisung, Renjun, Chenle, Henderly, and Ten called Winwin and Yangyang to join them from their napping and to bring some alcohol as it was becoming an engagement celebration. "Where's Jeno and Taeyong?” you asked Donghyuk. "Taeyong is with his father, where he always seems to be these days. Jeno's off sulking as always," Donghyuk said as you looked at him with disappointment. You really need him to be okay with you and Ningning. "I suppose I better go talk to him," you said as you slipped out. "He's in Dad's office; I’ll help you get in," Donghyuk said, coming with you. "So, you're ready to move on?" he asks as you nod without words. "Sounds convincing," he says, almost knowingly. "But for what it's worth, I'm happy for you both. You two are cute together," he says, and you smile at his words. "You lied to me all this time," you hear roar from the meeting room by Mr. Lee’s wing. Yours and Donghyuk's eyes meet as you dash towards the noise. Taeyong had blood dripping from his nose, while Jeno looked angry, as if murder was on his mind. "What's happening?" Donghyuk said, rushing to hold Jeno back as you got in front of Taeyong. "Just like your father, using Taeyong as your punch bag," you shout at Jeno as he mockingly laughs. "Donghyuk, you might want to get between them when I tell him, because Yuta’s fist will be the next thing in his face," Jeno seethed as you turned to look at Taeyong, who was begging for silence. "What? What are you keeping from me?" you ask as Taeyong goes silent. Instead, he rings someone on the phone. "Mark, we need Plan Mirae," he says, panicking as you look to Jeno. "Wait, this is about Y/N! Do you know where she is?" you say as Taeyong continues to ignore you. "It's urgent—so urgent. I need new phones that Father can't control, and I need three flights booked in mine, Jeno's, and Yuta’s Mirae names," he adds. "Hey, don't forget me! I'm coming," Donghyuk says, and Taeyong corrects himself before hanging up. "No, no! I just got engaged; I can't run to Y/N—not now," you scoff, stepping backwards. "Wherever Y/N is, let her be; don't bring her back," you said as Jeno laughed. "Y/N never had the abortion; Taeyong hid her. Are you still saying you're not coming?" Jeno said as your eyes widened, looking to Taeyong. "You can punch me later, but right this second, they will find them. They are already out there, with a big possibility of Y/N and Dejun not being able to escape them. The only way we can protect them is by being the shield between them," Taeyong said as your mind raced through various thoughts. Mark dashed into the room with Jungwoo, Jaehyun, Jaemin, and Johnny. Mark handed him the paperwork as he smiled. “Have you really been hiding her?" Jungwoo asked as Taeyong nodded. "You take this," he said, passing a device to Jungwoo. "It's a recording device in the car on their way to where Y/N is residing. The pink dot is Y/N, the blue one is Father’s security car. Please update me when they are half an hour away," Taeyong said before turning to Jaemin. "Please get a car, sharpish," he said as Jaemin ran out of the room. "Johnny, I need you to coordinate everything while Mark books plane tickets," Taeyong said. "Already on it," Mark said, dashing to the laptop. "Mark, I need you to kiss ass to Father in case he drops anything else important," he said as he looked to you, Donghyuk, and Jeno. "If we fail, then all our lives will not be worth living," Taeyong said as they accepted their fate.

Just then, Ningning walked into the room. "What's going on?" she questioned. "Ning, I know today's important to you; I'm sorry this has spoiled it, but we need Yuta. He’s going to be away for a while, but I will bring him back, I promise," he said as she looked at you. "Y/N didn't have the abortion; she’s still pregnant," you said as she stepped backward, her eyes already watering. "Sweetie," you said as you went to her. "Please don't go; please stay," she begged, her voice breaking into sobs. "That baby could be his; don't even try to act like the scorned lover," Jeno snapped as you glared at him. Just his words suddenly made you realise that you could have a child. The very child that broke you was still alive. "He's right, though; I have to go. That could be my child. Right now, Y/N’s in danger," you said, and she whimpered. "But she has them; Jeno could be the father too. They can save her. If that baby's yours, then we can bring the baby with us to Japan," she said, and you felt torn between her and Y/N. But that baby could be yours, and that baby will always win. "Ningning, I love you so much. I promise I will come to you. But I have to be a father before a fiancé; my baby needs me," you said, cupping her face. "We haven't got time for this; Jaemin said the car's ready," Taeyong snapped as Mark passed him the passport. "Thanks, guys; I'm truly grateful," he said as Johnny tapped him on the shoulder with a reassuring smile. "Please don't go," Ningning begged, and you felt tears streaming down your face, as much as hers. "I'm sorry," you said as you walked off towards the car, with Ningning following. "If you go, then our marriage is off," Ningning said, standing by the door. "Sweetie, I have to put my child first; this is your stepchild. We have to do what's right for them," you said as she sniffled. "I can't be the second person in your life again; if that baby is yours, I can't endure Y/N," she said as your eyes dropped. "What are you saying?" you asked as Taeyong beeped the horn. "If you're that baby's father, then the engagement is off. Your child doesn't need a bitter stepmother—one I'm terrified I may become. I've accepted being second best," she paused, pained. "But Y/N will be the mother of your child," she sobbed as you held her tightly. "But you're my first love; you're the woman I chose to marry," you said, not wanting to end the relationship. “But you're in love with Y/N; you have been since she walked into 127 house. I've been second best ever since," she said as you dried her eyes with your fingers. "Come on, we can't wait," Jeno seethed from the car window. "Go, go save your child," she said as she pushed you backwards. Grabbing her, you kissed her passionately, not knowing if this was a goodbye or a plea. "Love you, sweetie," you said as she laughed through her pain. "I know you called Y/N sweetie too. It's your heart's way of saying you love her as well. You've never once said, 'I love you, Ningning,'" she said as you were just about to step into the car. Donghyuk, impatient, pulled you in before you could respond. You weren't sure you would know how to. You had never realised you never told her you loved her by her name. Was that your heart’s way of not letting Y/N go completely? "So, anyone going to inform us on what's actually been happening?" Jeno snapped as you left the estate. “Dejun told me he was scared for Y/N’s safety being pregnant in the estate. He begged me to free her but felt that you or Yuta would be too much of a risk to your emotions. He felt the only way to truly protect her and the baby was by making you believe he wanted a termination." "You mean to cut us out?" Jeno said, annoyed. "No, he truly did want to save her; he even said if she wanted to return to either of you, he would step back once the baby was born safe," he said while driving away from the estate. "Well, we know that wasn't directed at Jeno," Donghyuk snickered at Jeno's glare.

"Guys, they are half an hour away—maybe even less,” he whimpered down the phone as you heard Dejun curse. "We left five minutes ago. There’s only one road, and it’s forty minutes long; it means we’ll pass each other,” he said, panicking. "I'm sorry, there's something else," Taeyong said as his voice dropped. "I will kill you when I get my hands on you," Jeno snarled as the phone went silent. "We’re on our way, Y/N. If anything happens, hold on. We’re united in not letting anything happen to you or the baby,” you say, hoping it's on speakerphone and that you can bring some sort of reassurance to her. "Yuta, you're still in Korea?” she whimpers, her voice like heaven to you, causing you to chuckle. "He was Caught here," Donghyuk chuckled. "Hyuk?" she cried in equal surprise. "You didn’t think I’d miss an opportunity to see my precious cupcake, did you?” he chuckled, reverting to his usual flirty nature. "Enough with the reunions! If we’re united in protecting them, what the hell do I do?” Dejun shouted, and you had to double-check that it wasn't Jeno. Was he jealous that you had come to save his pregnant wife? "The only thing you can do: put your foot down the minute they become your tail,” Jeno advises as you feel sick hearing the potential of something bad happening. "Have you got anything with you that could help with disguising yourself? A scarf, hat, or anything? Don’t act suspicious until they pass you,” Taeyong says as it goes silent for a while. “Shit, they’re coming up! Y/N, duck, hopefully they don’t see you!” Dejun said as you prayed like you'd never prayed before. "I think we did it,” Dejun said as you exhaled a breath you didn't realise you had been holding. "Dejun, Dejun," she whimpers as Jeno’s phone rings. "They knew—how did they know?” Dejun questions as Jeno's face pales. "Say that again, please say I heard it wrong," he gasped as he placed it on loudspeaker. "Y/N, buckle yourself up in the back," Dejun said underneath Mark's call. “They've been ordered to kill," Mark says as you whimper. Your hands grips the headrest of Jeno's seat. " Dejun, you need to drive as fast as you can. The order is to take you out!” you hear Jeno shout with pure anger. Was Mr. Lee really going to end Y/N’s life? Was he even aware she was pregnant with his potential heir child? "Y/N, please! seatbelt!" Dejun screams, and you can hear his panic. Even now, you can't find anything comforting to say over the phone. You hear unexplained sounds and Dejun's whimpers, and you know things are going horribly wrong. You guys are half an hour from the airport, and your flight isn't due for another hour after that. With a six-hour flight to Guilin Liangjiang International Airport, it could be nine hours until you can get to her. You have never felt so useless in your life. "Y/N, please, please put the seatbelt on. Please protect yourself," Dejun cries, and this time Jeno is losing it. He punches the dashboard, and you know he feels exactly as you do. "Y/N, it's a straight road; please put your belt on," you hear him once more. It leaves you crying in agony over the fear that swept over both of them. Then you hear the most gut-wrenching sound, like a knife to your own heart. You know the car has impacted with something and is no longer in pursuit.

Taeyong drives his car into the lay-by as the car falls silent. "Y/N, Y/N," Jeno chokes as Donghyuk has tears streaming down his face. Your body feels like it's going into shock as Taeyong’s hands tremble equally. "The car!" Donghyuk can barely get out as Taeyong exits, Jeno not far behind him. You see him vomit on the side path. Jeno screams, the sound echoing for miles, you are sure. “Y/N, sweetie," you cry as you reach for the phone, but it's disconnected. Holding the phone in your grip, you stare at it, shaking as if it might tell you she's alive. Once again, the universe twisted in a way that brought you nothing but pain. You imagined waves thrashing against you as Y/N, holding a child with your features, is taken from you. All the screaming doesn't help bring them back; they are lost to the ocean. Like in real life, your beloved Y/N and child are lost to the universe. Your eyes drift to the window, and you think you’re imagining, in your grief, an influx of beautiful butterflies—one with green wings and a baby slowly flying beside it. “Yuta,” Donghyuk snaps you from your butterfly world. “She’s dead, isn’t she?” he asks, his eyes filled with tears, like he needs you to tell him she's okay. You understand; you would do anything to have her—both of them—survive. Donghyuk’s phone rings, and it's Mark, as there's a part of you that doesn't want to hear the response—especially when Donghyuk is looking at you like he's going to crumble in this moment. "Hyung, please tell me," Mark starts before you can think. "They've hit the car off the road; we've tapped into Father’s calls. They say the car is in such a bad state, there's no way anyone’s still alive," Mark informs you in the silence. "She got her seatbelt on in time, right?" Donghyuk asks you as you try to replay Dejun's last pleas despite your mind being numb. "She wasn't wearing a seatbelt?" Mark asks as Donghyuk can't answer. Your eyes move to Jeno and Taeyong; they are both holding on to each other tightly like the world is crumbling around them. In that moment, you need to be the stronger one; everyone needs you to be the torch of hope. "We don't tell them," you said, looking back at Taeyong and Jeno. "What?" Mark and Donghyuk ask simultaneously. "How do you tell Taeyong the girl he sees as his sister is gone?" Hope is better," you said, trying to force yourself into a delusional world where Y/N and her child were still alive. "They're coming back to the car; hang up," you snap at Donghyuk. "Who’s on the phone? What did they say?" Jeno asks, hopeful as Taeyong slides back into the seat, shaken and silent. "Just that the two dots have stopped; at the very least, they have them," you say, trying to keep your voice steady. "Worse case scenario, they're dead," Jeno sobs as he breaks down again. "We don't know that," you say, tapping his shoulder while still choosing denial, but your head is spinning. The emotions are so suffocating that you want to curl into a ball. You didn't want to acknowledge if Y/N was in a bad way—the one thing you were sure of was that the baby didn't make it. Just like last time, your child was going to be ripped away from you—only this time, it was murder by Lee Sooman. Ten minutes of silence pass as the car fills with sobs and sniffles. Taeyong switches into denial mode, which you hold on to tightly until the phone rings again. "Any update?" Taeyong almost wills for positive words. "The cars—both of them—are still at the scene, but Taeyong, there's something you should know," Mark says, pausing. “Father landed in Guilin Liangjiang International early this morning. While he wasn't in the car, I believe he is at least in the area," Mark said as Taeyong presses down hard in what you are sure is anger. "He won't be returning to Korea if I have anything to do with it," Jeno seethed. "What was that, Jisung?" Mark said as you could hear whispers.

"What are they saying?" Donghyuk asks as he inches closer to hear. "Guys, Father has just had a phone call from another security car. He says there is an ambulance that has left the scene, several police cars, and a report on at least one death," he says as you throw your head back. She wasn't wearing a seat belt moments before the incident. Your brain tells you it's impossible she made it. "However, he confirmed that the two security guys in the car chasing are unavailable," he says, as if there's hope that the death is from that car and not the one carrying Y/N. "We're almost at the airport; our flight leaves in an hour,” Donghyuk says. "Please get us as many updates as possible before we land," he adds as Taeyong remains silent, mulling over the news. Jeno is just the same, as if his whole world has ended. You want to scream, but you feel you have no right. You're engaged to another woman. You moved on and left her behind while Jeno refused. Just before boarding, Taeyong's phone rings, and he looks at it strangely before answering on loudspeaker. "Hyung," you hear a croak and a sob, and you know it's Dejun. "What happened? Where's Y/N?" you ask as he hesitates. "Y/N's in theatre; they're delivering the baby. But it’s not looking good for either of them. They’re fighting to keep them both alive. The crash caused the placenta to start detaching. She has to have an emergency c-section before they can even analyse her own injuries," he says as silence falls, everyone struggling to find words. "What damage to Y/N do they think has been done?" Donghyuk asks on your behalf. "Head injuries—there's a positive of that one. She's not responding, and her pupils are dilated. But they think her ribs have embedded in her lungs, and they are struggling to stabilise her. They plan to deliver the baby and give a CT scan before surgery," he says through sobs. "And you?" Donghyuk asks. "I don't care about me; they can look at me once I know she and the baby are okay," he whimpers, broken as you all share in the agony. "Dejun, my father is in Guilin; be careful until we can get there. We're about to board," Taeyong says, glancing at the boarding desk. "Please hurry," he chokes before hanging up. "She's alive for now; so is the baby, so that’s a good thing," Donghyuk said, trying to inject some positivity that you struggled to accept. You were slowly losing the denial from earlier. Placental abruption sounds dangerous, and Y/N was merely being kept alive for the baby—a baby that could potentially be yours. That thought frightened you; by the time your flight arrives, you could possibly be a father. Grabbing your phone, you look at the pictures you saved from your old ones. Looking at the photos you took, you wonder what the future would hold if not for the Ball incident. You and Y/N could be in Japan, married, with the baby on the way. Zooming in on Y/N's features, you imagine what traits the baby would inherit from you. As long as they had your smile, you would be content with that.

The phone rings, and you see Dejun’s name on the screen. "Dejun, any news?" you say in a flash, answering. "No news on Y/N yet, but I thought I would let you know the baby’s brain ultrasound is good. They are just doing an MRI to be sure," he says as you breathe a sigh of relief, and tears begin to pool in your eyes. "Thank you, thank you," you sob as Donghyuk takes the phone. "Have you given her a name?" he asks. "Cherub; it's the name we gave her when Y/N was pregnant," he said as you smiled briefly. Cherub was a sweet name until Y/N was up to naming her. "That's a beautiful name. I’ve been calling her Faith, but Cherub sounds even better," Donghyuk said. "The police are here; I have to go. I will update when I can," he says as he hangs up. "Can I see her again?" you question, asking permission to go back to Taeyong’s phone. "Why don't you just send it to your phone? You can look at it at your leisure," he said as you thanked him. Passing Taeyong his phone, you look back at your own. Dejun helped Y/N give her a name; he got to greet her first; he would have been a voice she was familiar with. These were moments you missed out on, and it hurt. "You okay, Jeno? You're rather quiet?" Donghyuk asked. "Because right now my brain is struggling to analyse anything. In less than half a day, the woman I loved, who hated me, ran away potentially with my child. They almost died; I thought they had. They still could,” he paused with a gulp. “Now they are in a bad place. And now this baby girl, who’s just so perfect, is doing okay. While I’m happy she’s alive. I'm desperate to hold her, shake and kill Dejun. I want to do the same to Y/N for running, but for now,” he pauses again. “For now I just need her to fight this and come back with full health. She might fight, but there’s a huge chance that she won't be the same Y/N," he ranted, holding his own photo of Cherub. "Well this way, you might actually win her over; she might have forgotten the past you two had," he chuckles as Jeno, still in his world of numbness, doesn't even flinch. "What if she forgets all this? What do we tell her?" Donghyuk asks, as you hadn't even thought about a Y/N who forgot you. "Then we look after her; let her find her new self," Jeno says as you flick to a photo of you and Y/N again. If she forgot you, would you—could you—make her fall for you again? Or would her marriage to Dejun trap her to him in peace, making you no longer the third member of their marriage?

Sneaking into the hospital, you find Dejun, his arm in a sling, his face almost blue from bruising, stitches in his forehead. "Wow, it did a number on you too," Donghyuk said before trying to hug him. "I’ll live," he said as Jeno refused to make eye contact. "Y/N’s still in surgery; do you want to meet Cherub?" he asks as Jeno shakes his head, his face full of anxiety. "I want to meet her," you said and Dejun took you to her. "I'm sorry; I know I can't say that enough, but I truly am," he says with worry. "I can't say I can forgive you because right now my emotions are unstable," you said as he nodded awkwardly. Bringing you to the room, a small incubator that looked terrifying came into view. Inside was this tiny bundle; she looked fragile as she lay attached to a few wires. "Those are heart monitors. That one’s her heart rate, and that's her oxygen reader," Dejun explained as you nodded. "I’ll leave you to be acquainted with her," he said as you thanked him. "Hi, Cherub, you are so perfect," you whispered. "I hope you’re mine," you said—the words you wanted to express since knowing her existence. Your eyes drifted to the open window as a tiny green butterfly flew towards you, its wings circling the baby's incubator before joining a bigger green one by the opened window as they both left. It reminded you of earlier during the crash, like they had stuck with you through your hardship today. Your eyes returned to Cherub, and you smiled contentedly at her little features. "My perfect little Nabi; my perfect little Chō. It's Japanese for butterfly," you said with a giggle as her little head moved towards your voice. You could have choked on your breath. "Hey, can you hear me, my little Chō?" you said with a beaming smile. Did she recognise your voice even though you hadn't been around her as she grew? Maybe she knew you were her father; perhaps it was a sign you were meant to be. You desperately wanted to hold her, even though she was still so tiny. Blowing her a kiss and promising to be back soon, you left her to make your way to her mum, even though you wanted to sit with her longer. Arriving in the family waiting room, you found Dejun sobbing. Jeno’s hands were on the see-through pane between you and the medical rooms as Taeyong squatted, praying. "What is it? What happened?" you asked in fear. "She crashed on the operating table," Donghyuk sobbed, his hands against the wall as tears streamed down his face. "What?" you said as Jeno turned to you, a mixture of fear and anger on his face. "She's dying, Yuta! My father successfully killed our Y/N!" he said, sliding to the floor in sobs. "No, no! This isn't happening," you said as you felt your own feet collapse beneath you. "She couldn't die; she can't just deliver your perfect butterfly and leave. Could she?"

Valentine Gift

Word count; 3,958

Fandom; The Boyz & Stayc

Pairing; Reader X Son Youngjae Aka Eric, Son Youngjae Aka Eric X Shim Jayoon Aka Yoon, Reader X Shim Jayoon Aka Yoon.

Characters; Son Youngjae Aka Eric & Shim Jayoon Aka Yoon. Mentions Lee Sangyeon, Lee Jaehyun Aka Hyunjae & Kim Sunwoo.

Warning; Angst, Smut, Threesome, Voyeurism, Cuckquean, Oral (Giving), Odaxelagnia, Pussy Feltching, Unprotected Sex (Y/N on the pill & Jayoon on the coil).

Notes; Chapter Two in Spice in your Life series

Also Happy Valentine's Day 💐🍫💖

Opening the hotel door, you smiled at your husband, who raised an eyebrow in your direction. "And we're here because?" he asked, trying to look past the door. "It's your Valentine gift," you smirked as his eyes finally fell upon the white fluffy robe the hotel provided. "Do I get to unwrap you?" he says, getting excited as he steps into the room.

"Oh, baby, you get to do so much more," you smirk, stepping backwards. His eyes never leave you until he feels something on the bed, also ready to be unwrapped. Or rather, someone. Eyes widening, with his lips agape, he notices the second gift—his main one at that. On the bed, with her thighs open and her crotchless pants, is his work colleague—the one with whom he has a crush and admitted he was aroused by at work. Since your marriage has been struggling, you've both tried to spice it up and have been honest about anyone who catches your eye. For you, it's his friend Kim Sunwoo. But for him, it's Shim Jayoon, his beloved Yoonie, whose name you've had him spill from his lips as he spills himself within you. You had been so aroused by imagining what it would be like to see him with his crush that you went beyond the role play. You secretly befriended her until she revealed that she had a crush on a married man. With a little push, your husband's name spilled from her mouth. It didn’t take much persuasion for you to bridge the idea of having a threesome. Especially once you admitted your real identity. "Erm," Youngjae stuttered as Jayoon bit down on her lip in enjoyment at his reaction. Your eyes rested on him, drunk with desire; his member was hard and straining against his jeans. "This is your main gift," you said with a smirk as he looked at her, blushing red, and then back your way. "Is this not going a step too far?" he asked, concern etched on his face. "Why? do you think you'll run off with her and leave me?" you fake-pouted his way. "If you do, then I didn't do my job to please you well enough," you smiled innocently, throwing him a teasing glance as he tilts his head. "Babe," he said, stroking your face. "I need to know if I have to up my game; plus, I get some girl-on-girl action too," you interrupted. "So maybe you need to be careful she doesn’t do a better job," you added with a wink. "For fuck's sake, Y/N, you will be the death of me with that damn spice book of yours," he growled, losing his final resolve. His eyes shifted to Jayoon, who had unclasped her bra and walked towards you. You could hear his heart beating fast and heavy from where you stood. "It’s okay, Eric; I know this won't go further than tonight," she said as he looked your way. He knew Eric was single and ready to mingle, and it boosted his confidence. Youngjae was your husband, and everything felt sacred and safe. He instantly understood why Eric slipped from her tongue. It was as if she had the fake him and left the real one all to yourself. "Jayoon," he said, looking you up and down with wild expression and newfound confidence filling him. "Call me Yoonie," she said, searching his eyes as he smirked because behind her back, that was indeed what he called her. "Jae, can I open my gift now?" he asked, not glancing your way. "If you don't, I might have to get there first," you said, rubbing your thighs together. Youngjae’s hands, shaky at first, cupped Jayoon’s face, but before he could brush against her, her lips crashed against his in a desperate kiss. Jealousy sank to the bottom of your stomach, but instead of stinging, it heightened your arousal. After a short second of insecurity, he found his inner Eric Sohn. His hands reached to the back of her neck, pulling her in closer. From the outside, he looked incredibly sexy, kissing another woman. Their hands were all over each other as she pulled his trousers down, and you knew exactly what she wanted to hold. She needed his cock, that beautiful, hard, throbbing manhood that she now had unearthed. Dropping to her knees, she made him step out of his boxers and jeans as she eyed his cock hungrily.

"Jae, I'm hungry," she whimpered, her tone indicating a check-in of sorts. "Eric doesn't belong to me; he's all yours to devour," you replied as Youngjae's eyes fell to yours. "Don't mind me; I'm enjoying the show like you did that night," you said, and his gaze bloomed with pure lust as he remembered. You recalled the desire to have her on his cock, the stranger in the nightclub when you pretended to be strangers. Youngjae's whimpers pulled you from that thought as you watched Yoon's mouth envelop his thick cock. Her slow, deep sucking had ecstasy dancing in his eyes, and it made your panties wet. "Jae," he whimpered as he turned to you. "Undress and play with yourself as you watch," he panted between moans. You smirked, undoing the bow around your gown and letting the material drop to the floor. "Fuck," Youngjae choked, his face reddening from his struggle. Jayoon, in that moment, was nothing but a warm, hungry mouth sucking at the arousal of your bare skin on display in the sexy lingerie you’d brought him. "Remove," he choked out as she sped up her pace, and he momentarily looked down at her. His hands rested in her hair as he closed his eyes. You bit your lip, so aroused by the view that you forgot his order, but then so did he—at least for a moment. Eyes flashing open as he grunted, he noticed you were still clothed. He shook his head, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth. You sexily removed your bra and let it fall to the floor, showing your naked breasts. Jayoon hummed around his cock as her eyes found you, and Youngjae closed his eyes with a hiss. "Fuck, Yoonie, I can't come just yet. Let me be greedy, please," he begged, as she chuckled around his cock, prompting him to tug on her hair as he rakes his teeth along his bottom lip. If he hadn’t already struggled enough, when your panties dropped, you were sure you heard a growl as he filled his pretty little crush’s mouth full of cum. But it was you his eyes were focused on, soaking everything in. "You can enjoy your gift, you know," you said, raising an eyebrow as Jayoon wiped the cum dripping from her mouth. "I want to enjoy you both," he said as she stood. "Do I not get any enjoyment? I worked so very hard to help you get your rocks off from her," she pouted playfully, showing jealousy. Youngjae looked at her, remembering his role, and smiled. "I'm sorry, pretty girl; I'm not being fair to you, am I? You're my girl too tonight," he said, as she showed her neck his way. "Prove it, Eric; make your claim," she said, offering her neck to him. Your eyes noticed his cock twitch back to life. You inwardly laughed at his claiming kink control him. "Shall I mark her as mine?" he asked, looking your way, excitement in his eyes—but he was asking for your permission once again. You wished he would stop that; if you weren't okay with this, you wouldn’t have searched for the girl he was crazy about at work to fuck and watch. "As she said, she's Eric’s girl too, so give her whatever you both desire," you said, and her eyes widened in excitement. "Then sit on the bed and watch. Show me how aroused you are," he said with darkened lust before looking back at her. His arms wrapped around her waist as he walked closer, his lips returning to hers, exploring as they got lost in each other. You slid behind them and rested on the bed, slipping far across the space to let them join. It was like Youngjae knew your thought process; he moved her backwards and onto the bed by your side, slipping between her eager, open thighs without leaving her lips once. But then he’d have a problem with that as her hands tightly clung to his neck, keeping their connection tight.

"Eric," she whimpered as his lips left hers. "I need you in me, please," and you could tell she was extremely aroused. But then, Youngjae's kisses could indeed make anyone a mess. "Patience, Yoonie," he pouted, tilting her chin to look into her eyes. "I want to touch every inch of your body," he said, locking eyes with her. That pang of jealousy attacked again, and your walls tightened around nothing. Seeing your man totally infatuated with another woman who wasn’t you created a burning pit in your core. His lips fell to her collarbone, and you watched as her feet wrapped around his naked ass while she hissed. You saw him kiss against a purple blemish before finding the spot right under her ear—a place he knew would drive you wild. After hovering to see if she would protest, he bit down. She was nothing but a panting mess, on the verge of turning rabid. It was amusing and incredibly arousing to witness. "Eric, please," she whimpered as he lifted himself slightly off her, looking pleased with himself. He pulled her head to the other side, glancing back at you, then pressed himself against her neck. "Eric," she whimpered as he pressed his knee against her frustrated heat, rubbing against her to aid her movement before continuing his claim over his work colleague. You knew he wouldn't cross the line; he always needed permission. But you imagined him at work, when Hyunjae asked her where the hickeys came from, and you guessed at the corner of his eyes that they were fucking. Hyunjae wouldn't care that he was married, and Youngjae wouldn't spill that his wife was in on the events that caused them. Youngjae would say they were having an affair, and with Hyunjae's encouragement, they would indeed cross that line. You imagined him telling her how much he loved her on his cock as he fucked her from behind her work table after hours. Her on the chair with a foot under the table rubbing against his cock as they talked meeting plans with Sangyeon. Her on her knees while he spoke to you, suckling his cock as she tried to keep it a secret. Each occasion ending with them telling each other they loved one another. But she was always his Yoonie, and he was her Eric. Even in your warped mind at that moment, they were still using their playful names. You could feel your thighs slick with the arousal of your man cheating on you. Were you a cuckquean? Was the answer to save your marriage to let him have an affair with Jayoon? But then would he come home and tell you all about his adventures while you were fucking? Maybe this was a topic for later; for now, your husband was seconds away from fucking another woman, and you wanted your eyes to drink it all in. Jayoon’s fingers were currently opening his shirt, the tie long gone while you fantasised about their future affair. She pulled it off as Youngjae's eyes fell to yours. "Jae, fuck yourself while I fuck her," he pleads as your fingers obey; your clit is throbbing so hard that you moan loudly at the touch. "Does it feel good, Princess?" he questions as you feel hands wrap around your breasts. Your eyes fall to the owner—Jayoon, who is enjoying a brief feel; her eyes lost in yours momentarily. "Hey, eyes on me," Youngjae demands insecurely, which does nothing to dampen your cuckquean kink. "Good girl," he complimented as he opened her thighs further apart, his fingers rubbing around her folds as she threw her head back. "Does that feel good?" he asks as she can only moan, which you echoed, mimicking her moans with your fingers following his pattern on yourself. He dipped them in roughly as she yelped, her eyes wide open, not expecting Youngjae to be a little forceful. But you knew this was him struggling to hold back; he was ever so impatient, and maybe one day she’d learn this all for herself. She’d discover how your man took her, what made him go wild, and what made him be in a hurry to finish his work to fill her up with his cock in the empty office building.

Just the thoughts alone had your own orgasm creep up on you faster than you could hold back. You convulsed on your own fingers that just broke the ebbing need within you. "Jae," Youngjae said, amused, fingers deep inside Jayoon, who was writhing on the bed, moaning for more. "The wrong girl came. Come on, Yoonie, my pretty girl, come like Jae," he begged as his lips fell to her breasts, biting as if he’d unlocked her with his fingers, and being claimed by him, she fell over the edge, squirting all over him. She whimpered, struggling to breathe, and he didn’t relent. He was Eric—a tease, Not a lover maker like Youngjae, but tonight he was a playboy, and you needed him to act this way more in the real world with others, or maybe just in particular, Jayoon. Sex with strangers was hot, but sex with the same girl—a girl treading the water with the risk of losing everything—was even hotter to witness. He barely let her calm down before he was between her thighs. Her eyes widened as if she finally realised that the cute work guy who chews on his lip with anxious overdue assignments was suddenly inside her. Her fantasy of having a hotel bunk up with the married man who made her cry when she found out he was taken had come true. She had dreamed of this moment, and with him filling her, she forgot you existed in that second. She was marked by him—claimed—and he was fucking her. From the sounds of her moans, he was fucking her good. His fake name spilled showed she hadn’t lost herself just yet; you didn’t know if you wanted to hear Youngjae fall from those lips. It filled you with trust, but your new kink craved the name of the man she was really crushing on. But she didn’t; her nails instead dug into his back deep enough to cut and rake down hard. He cried out, teeth embedded in his lips, and if he hadn’t cum less than twenty minutes ago, you knew it would have completely taken him out. You saw the blood-stained streak alongside his skin, and you felt your clit throb once more. She was marking him; it was a potential forever mark to him, and you wanted it to be permanent. You wanted to remember how it felt to see her claim him—a mark that told you of this night when it was you under him. Again, those thoughts threatened you as your high returned. But when she pushed his mouth back to hers and shakily sighed "mine" before their lips closed, you were pushed over the edge once more. This time, you almost saw stars. You knew you were an addict in that moment, and them together in just more than one sexual session was your drug. You wanted to tell them that you wanted your husband to make her his permanent mistress, but you held your tongue. What you wanted in arousal wasn’t always what you desired going forward. You heard her suckle down his chuckle as you climaxed for the second time. Her hands fell to his ass as you saw her meet his thrusts. You were sure she was chasing her high, and when he increased his speed and force against her, you knew she had a grip around his cock that was making him close to his own edge. The room filled with their moans, becoming louder. Jayoon was fully letting everyone know she was being fucked good, and from the sound of Youngjae, she felt good to him too. The bed now shook against the walls with Youngjae’s deep thrusts, and their skin slapped hard against each other as they approached climax. "Fill her up, baby," you cooed, and like he had been waiting for permission, he spilled deep inside her. You knew she was covered—it was one of the conditions for tonight's events to take place. She had stepped further and had her coil fitted two weeks ago with you present, eager in every possible way to fulfil her own fantasy of him. It didn’t take long for her to fall, as he continued, still a little too sensitive, while he hissed. You both watched as he pushed his cum back into her dripping pussy.

Once she calmed down, Youngjae did what he had done that night in the club. His fingers scooped up her cum and pressed it to your mouth. You suckled on it, and their mixture was intoxicating—the saltiness of him and the sweetness of her inviting you in for more. You craved more of their affection and desire for each other. "Move; it’s my turn," you simply said as he smirked, moving from his space to let you sink in. Your lips found their source as they fell to her dripping cunt. One that had your man’s cum oozing from it. You licked a strip up her cunt as she whimpered from the sensitivity. "Be a good girl, pretty girl; let our Princess taste our cum," he cooed to her as you settled into your spot. His fingers tangled in her hair as she looked exhausted and sensitive, resting against his thighs. Youngjae looked spent himself; they looked like they could easily fall asleep together, and your clit throbbed at those thoughts. Jayoon whimpered as your tongue dipped into her cunt; the sweet and salty texture of them both was a drug, and you found yourself rubbing against the bedsheets. The little friction did little to satisfy you, and as you hungrily lapped at your tasty mixture, you became a moaning mess. Thrusting against nothing and vibrating up her core with your whimpers. Thus, making her a vocal mess herself that undoubtedly turned you on, knowing those sounds were made by your actions. You loved teasing her with a mixture of sucking, tongue-fucking, and rolling your tongue around her nub—all while her hands fell to your hair, pulling you deeper as she thrusts against your mouth. Youngjae, who had recovered enough, came to your aid with your frustration. He opened your legs and slipped straight inside you from behind. Your whimpers and cries as he stretched you echoed in the room. The vibration going to Jayoon’s core as she pulled your head against her more to increase the speed of your tongue, which was now rubbing flat against her. "My pretty Princess, is this what she wanted? I know your secrets, and it’s turning me on so much more," he growled into your ear. "Enjoying licking up our cum too much, right? You naughty, filthy girl," he continued, his voice low enough that Jayoon couldn't hear beneath her whimpers. “I'm going to fuck her all night and make you watch without any relief," he dared, snapping his hips against yours. "Maybe I should mark every inch of her skin like you don’t let me," he growled, sending a thrill down your spine. "Or maybe I should keep making a claim necklace around her neck," he added, which had you whimpering, feeling your coil threaten to break. "Do it; don't just make threats. I never want to see her not wear it," you urged, losing yourself completely as he chuckled. "My perfect princess letting me have such a good Valentine gift. Letting me fuck the girl my cock gets hard for when she bends over to pick up the pen she clumsily dropped," he said a lot louder for Jayoon to hear, and you both whimpered at his confession. "Or when I’ve spilled her name when you’ve been riding my cock," he admitted, and at the sight of her, riled up, she pulled your hair tighter. Your own arousal became unbearable when you tasted her fresh sweetness on your tongue. “Maybe now's the time to confess what I did today. I had to relieve myself in the bathroom because her breast bouncing up and down as she ran to Sangyeon office made me want her so badly. Where was your permission earlier when I could have fucked her in the stalls instead of my hand,” he growls in your ears with his own desires. But just that new confession, that he had to sort himself out at work, pushed you over the edge as you came on his cock. Your quivering walls tightened around him as he cursed, spilling his load deep within you. The sound of both your moans and your tongue surely encouraged Jayoon to join you as yet another orgasm washed over her.

Youngjae continued to lay on top of you, panting, as his lips pressed gently against the skin of your back, all while his cock softened inside you. "Wow, just wow. I can't thank you both enough tonight; that was so much fun," Jayoon eventually said as she sat up on the bed. You turned to her, smirking, feeling spent. "At least I can let my crush go now; I got to enjoy it," she chuckled. Before you could express that you wanted to do it again, Youngjae interrupted. "Please don’t tell anyone at work. If anyone asks, a guy called Eric Sohn did those," he said, lifting off you as he stood to let you move. "Oh, don’t worry; I’ll be telling everyone how I fucked two strangers and how good Eric Sohn and a random girl named Jae made me feel," she said, grabbing her bra and top to put back on. "Make sure to message me safely when you get home," Youngjae said as she nodded, pulling her skirt up. You weren’t aware he had her number, and already your mind and core were throbbing again. You were turned on about keeping her in this relationship, but you noticed her knickers on the floor before the words could spill. "Keep them; call it a memory," she smirked at you before blowing a kiss to Youngjae. "Come over them when you wank over me in the stalls next," she teased before slipping out the door. Not before her eyes gloss over your husband. One that you recognise instantly what it means. Maybe no words need to be spoken; that is the face of a woman who hasn’t let her crush go. She’s one who’s hungry for more. And with your coaxing, you’re sure you can get Youngjae to give in. As soon as she slipped out of the door, you got out the book. Role play cheating ✅ Threesome with a girl Threesome with Kim Sunwoo You ticked off the box next to the threesome with a girl. And then you write underneath Youngjae’s best friend’s name. Have an affair with Shim Jayoon. You weren’t just throwing spice into the mix; you wanted to bathe in it, play with it and fuck it up. You knew that this night would play on your mind for a long time, just as much as it would for her.

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Sing Us To Sleep

Wordcount; 1,113

Fandom; A.C.E.

Pairing; Reader X Kim Sehyoon Aka Wow

Warnings; Pet names, Fluff and Smut, Maiesiophilia, Fingering and Unprotected Sex (Y/N is pregnant).

Notes; Happy Valentine day Honeys 🍯

Your hand travels up your husband's back, his skin burning warm beneath your palm. When he doesn't move, you lean closer, letting your own naked skin touch his, which feels like you're warming by the fire. But your belly intrudes, and Sehyoon wakes instantly when he feels his child kick him, just as much in his back as it does your ribs. With a chuckle, he rolls over to face you, his hands finding the culprit who woke you both. His eyes, illuminated by the streetlight in the bedroom, fall to his unborn daughter.

"Hey, Mummy and Daddy need their sleep," he whispers softly, a tone that drives you crazy. His eyes raise to you briefly, letting you know exactly what he's doing. "Do you need to be sung to sleep, princess?" he asks as he watches the kicks follow his palm sliding across your stomach. "What did you do today? Did you eat well and go around? How much did you think of me? Did you miss me? Should we FaceTime, look a– look around me? Let's see your face now, hurry, hurry up, baby," he sings, knowing it makes your heart swell. It was a song he wrote for you when you first started dating, and he knows it is special to your unborn child too. As each time he sings it, your little princess calms down. You imagine what he will be like once she's here, being her comfort blanket just like he is to you. His arms and voice are your safe space to relax, unwind, and be covered head to toe in his love. He continues with another round of the same song before pressing his face right next to you. "Now time to settle, Mummy," he coos, planting small kisses along your jawline. "You're burning me, not settling me," you tease as he vibrates with a deep chuckle against your skin before his lips rest against yours. His kiss is deep and passionate, and you get lost in the work of his tongue against yours. His fingers rub down your thighs and part them. They continue their adventure as they dip between your folds. You suckle into his mouth before he briefly parts. "Oh my beautiful Queen, you're so wet," he growls as you bite your lip. "I'm the only one who can do that," he says, his eyes intense. Small, short kisses fall onto your lips as he nibbles at the bottom of them. "On all fours, my precious Queen," he orders softly, and you obey, wincing slightly at the cold air on your bare skin. His fingers rake down your spine, causing goosebumps to rise. He smirks at your reaction. Sliding himself into your open legs, he rubs against you. His thick and throbbing cock grinding against your thighs as he gently thrusts. His hands massage into your lower back as you sink into the relaxed feeling. Yet his grinding against you stirs your arousal. Small kisses fall upon the skin of your lower back as he holds himself against your folds. Gentle teasing follows as he enjoys rubbing himself sweetly against your core. "Baby," you moan, feeling your desperation rise. "Oh my Queen, do you need me to fill you good?" he says playfully, and you hum with need. "Okay, whatever my Queen wants, she gets," he whispers, causing your core to tighten around nothing. Sliding himself in slowly, he holds tightly to your hips. Not enough to bruise, but enough to leave temporary red marks on your skin, for sure. He gently takes you from behind while you whimper in delight at the stretch. "There you go, my Queen. How does it feel now?" he asks with a throaty sound as he equally struggles. "Move, please," you beg to his amusement. "My pleasure, and yours," he says playfully before starting a slow, gentle rhythm. You would be easily fooled into thinking this was his fear of hurting the princess you are carrying, but he is enjoying the torture he can elicit from you. The way your walls tighten around him pulls grunts from him, like starting a roaring fire. This drives your need for more.

You push into him with increased speed as he chuckles, holding his grip around your hips tighter. "Calm down, my Queen; let's not wake our princess just yet," he coos as you throw your head back. "The cortisol will do far worse if you don't speed up!" you growl, which makes him laugh harder. "Well, when you put it that way, I suppose I can make your wish my command," he chuckles as his speed increases, causing you to choke on your own gasps. He slams against you with a need that you are sure he was holding back. "Fuck," you gasp, fighting for air as he hammers his warm tip against your sensitive sweet spot. "This much better, my Queen?" he growls between his rapid thrusts. "Or would this help?" he says as his fingers find your sensitive nub. You throw your head back as he rolls against your clit. Your walls tighten so much around him that you hear grunts as he starts chasing his own high. "Cum," he demands deeply as your walls go into overdrive. Meeting his quickening pace, you feel the tip of his nails begin to cut into your skin. Hissing, you enjoy the pain, especially made by him while fucking you. The room fills with the loud slap of skin, your moans, and his groans and grunts, which add an animalistic layer of sound, bringing you closer to the edge. When you feel warmth flood deep within you as he spills his seed, it pushes you over the edge. Your walls help to milk every drop from him as your pace slows to a stop. Removing himself, he cradles you in his arms as he gently places you back down on the bed. "You okay?" he chuckles, looking worn but now with steady breathing. You nod, unable to find your breath; having sex like this while heavily carrying his child wipes you out easily. He presses small, short kisses to your crown as it rests over his arm. You know he wants his lips back on yours, but you are still catching your breath. When you do settle, the unborn child he calmed earlier wakes again and resumes its activity. Sehyoon can feel it kicking against his stomach, and he chuckles. "I'm sorry, Mummy and Daddy woke you, Princess. Let's sing you back to sleep again," he laughs, pressing a kiss to your bump and starting to sing not just to your unborn daughter to sleep but to you as well.

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