➻ pairing: ??? x fem reader
➻ genre: space au, pirate au, space pirate!ateez, angst, eventual smut
➻ Word Count: 4.1k
➻ Rating: M
➻ Warnings: language, violence, guns and weaponry, blood, future warnings tba
➻ summary: Sneaking aboard the ship of a renowned space pirate may not have been the best idea, but you’ll have to make do with what fate has handed to you
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mists of celeste
act one ➻ part three
"First order of business," Yunho starts as he gets up from his stool. "I need to run some basic scans on your arm to gauge the injury and infection. Then a full-body scan to see how far the infection has spread. How long have you had the injury?" He moves around the bed you're placed on with quick steps, a tablet in hand.
"Th-Three days," you stammer, watching him work. Spectre cuts in, and you almost forgot he was standing nearby with a brown belt in hand.
"Four days. Today is the fifth," he says. Yunho glances over at him, eyes wide in question.
"How do you know…?"
"She was on the bridge of the HMS Revenge. Considering that Hongjoong destroyed the ship four days ago, this is the only logical explanation." Spectre motions towards you with his head. "I noticed her on the second day, to be honest. I only wanted to see how long it would take for her to reveal herself. Until I saw the blood trails, at least."
"Ah yes, that makes sense." Yunho nods before bringing his tablet to hover over your arm. Blue light emits from the bottom of it, a faint stream of light that cascades over your bare skin.
Now that your military uniform has been stripped, you can see the injury better, although you don't particularly want to see it. It's bruised black and blue, blood all around the hole that is shiny and fresh. It oozes a bit still, although the liquid is not all red, and you're certain that it's the infection mixed in as well. Not something you would like to look at but the blue rays coming from Yunho's tablet are quite fascinating to watch as they dance over your arm. You don't feel the touch of the light; you can only see it as it moves as though on its own accord. Sure you've had injuries time and time again, but the treatment methods for them were never like this. No fancy tablets with strange lights. Although the military has always had a more traditional approach to everything they do.
"Hm. The bullet is in there pretty deep, huh? It… uh, it's in an awkward spot. The bullet tore right through your brachialis muscle along with a bit of your bicep. Moreso, the nerves all around the path of the bullet itself seem to be a bit fried? I doubt that makes any sense to you, but in layman's terms: two muscles have critical damage, and that's not something we can immediately fix. I can remove the bullet with an emergency operation to cut the arm open and take it out, which is the best course of action. The nerves can be… I'm not sure how to say this in a way that will make sense to you. Hm, well. The nerves can reconstruct themselves over time. When I do the surgery, I can help them along a little bit but I don't think it's needed. Nerves try to repair themselves by shrinking back and resting for a period of time. After the rest period, they grow back as they were. Muscles can do the same sort of thing but not in cases of extreme trauma. A muscle damaged in extreme trauma creates these gaps that are too large to fill on their own so scar tissue forms in the gaps as a way to compensate. Does that all make sense?"
"I have an infection-induced fever," you state. "I don't understand anything you're saying." Yunho raises his brows.
"I'll take that as a no." Yunho lifts the tablet higher and drags it through the air above your head all the way down to your feet. The blue rays conform to your body as they move, widening and contracting with the folds of your clothes. "San, could you do me another favor? I need you to go get Woo so I can have an assistant to run the operation."
"No, no, I can do it," Spectre answers with haste. His eyes dart between you and Yunho. "Woo won't be necessary. I can help you." Yunho stands up straight, pulling the tablet back to his chest one the light retracts from your body, and stares at San. He looks ready to argue about the topic but never opens his mouth to retort. Instead, he releases a deep sigh: a sign of relenting. San's lips quirk upwards into a small smile of victory.
"Fine. Get the anesthesia injection, a scalpel, tweezers, and gauze." Spectre turns away from the bed upon hearing the command. You watch him walk out the corner of your eye, thinking over Yunho's words.
"Anesthesia?" You repeat. "I thought you said you didn't want to use anesthesia on me."
"I didn't want to. But that was before I ran the scans and saw the extent of the damage to your muscle. I'm not getting this bullet out without trouble, so numbing it is pretty much the only comfort I can give you."
"Wait San – the belt. I need it." San passes said object to Yunho by tossing it across the bed. Yunho folds it in half. "Here, you're going to want to bite down on this." He holds it out to you, and you take it between your teeth, glancing up at Yunho as you do. He then reaches around you to pick up the bottle of vodka from his table. "Please – well, please try not to jerk your arm while I do this."
Yunho grips your arm at the elbow, a small effort to keep you steady as he tips the bottle towards your wound. You clench your teeth around the leather belt before the alcohol even touches your skin. Anticipating the worst helps quite a bit, in fact, because the second the first drop of alcohol lands on the wound, you're screaming around the belt. If not for the death grip Yunho has on your elbow, you would be thrashing. It's the worst pain you've ever experienced. Far worse than being shot, far worse than burns or frostbite, hell even getting shot by a laser hurts less than the pain you're in at the moment. Yunho keeps the steady stream of alcohol going, flushing the wound out. The mix of blood, infection, and alcohol is causing a grotesque foaming mixture that drips from your arm to Yunho's hand and onto the bed.
"Hang in there, I'm almost done," Yunho mutters, voice barely audible behind your muffled screams. He continues pouring alcohol over the wound until it runs clear but the pain doesn't let up even after he stops. "See, that wasn't too bad!"
His cheery tone and optimism only make you want to punch him in the nose. Luckily for him, your punching arm is out of order at the moment and you're in so much pain that you can barely feel the limb. All you can do is spit the belt out. Yunho catches it before it hits your lap. He inspects the leather, a small laugh escaping his lips as he sees the indentations of your teeth along the belt. You all but bit through the leather on both sides.
"I hope you didn't like this belt too much, San," he calls to the man who stands on the other side of your bed. He's gathered the materials that Yunho asked for, all piled up with the other stack that Yunho already had.
"Oh, I didn't. Captain did though."
"You took this from Hongjoong?" Yunho asks, voice rising as he gapes at the other man. He grins like a Cheshire in response. "On god San, you're fucked if he finds out."
"That's why he won't find out. Can't miss something you forgot you had."
"That's not the way h—"
"Anyways." San passes the shot of anesthesia over to Yunho, interrupting his train of thought.
"Yea, yea. We need to work fast to get the anesthesia in so there's enough time for it to kick in and wear off before the 47 hours are up." Yunho takes the shot in one hand, his other hand squeezing around your elbow. He pokes at the skin a few times then presses so hard that you release a loud noise from the sudden pain. The needle enters your arm so quickly that you barely feel the pressure. Warmth is the only thing you feel for a moment, a cozy yet uncomfortable sensation that spreads down to your fingertips and all the way up your arm. "Okay, we'll need to give you a bit of time now. The anesthesia will take a bit to kick in, so in the meantime, I need to run an IV drip for dehydration. Just for putting some fluids back into your body that you've lost through all the sweating and vomiting. Not to mention you probably haven't had a lot of water in the past few days. I'll also do a drip later for narcotic painkillers once the anesthesia begins to wear off. Okay? All standard protocol for an operation like this, I promise."
"Let's just get it over with," you murmur back. He frowns at you, a small "okay" leaving his lips before he continues his work on you.
The combination of your fever and the pain is bringing a piercing headache. You don't notice that Yunho moves around the bed until his hand reaches for your left arm. You yank it away as though burned. His eyes go wide at the forcefulness behind your action. A moment later though, he tries again, fingers closing around your wrist. You try to tug away but his grip is a bit too powerful this time and you fail to release your arm from his grasp.
"I need your uninjured arm for the IV. There's too much damage on your right arm to get these fluids into your bloodstream."
"Use my right arm or no arm at all," you hiss back. Your fingers clench into a tight fist, knuckles going white from the pressure.
"I already saw it," Yunho whispers. There is no point in whispering, as the room is silent aside from his voice, so San can hear the words as well. Still, you freeze. The tension leaves your arm and you let it fall limp in Yunho's grasp. "I'm sorry. I saw it when we were getting the uniform jacket off."
"Whatever," you say, looking away from the man. The plain, white wall before you is suddenly much more interesting. Despite the length of time that has passed since you received the brand, the memory always remains fresh. The sensation of searing hot metal being pressed against the inside of your wrist, the pain that resonated through your whole body, and the feeling of five pairs of eyes glued to you as you received the brand. It's all too real and present in your mind. Just the thought of someone seeing the brand is enough to send you headfirst into those memories.
"How… how did you get it?" The healer inquires. His voice is quiet again, no doubt hesitant and uncertain about asking the question. You barely feel the next needle that enters your arm.
"That's none of your business," you respond without looking his way.
"Yeah, you're right. I'm sorry for intruding. I'm just – just trying to make conversation to distract you from the pain."
"Well, talk about something else. Not my past."
"Understood." You catch sight of Yunho's small smirk out the corner of your eye. Despite your confusion, you decide against asking him about it and wait for him to contain what he's doing instead. He places small round patches on various points around your chest, deft fingers dipping under the fabric and back out without you even feeling it. "These are just for keeping an eye on your heart rate. It's good I checked too because your heart rate is awfully slow. Could be due to the infection or your body is trying to conserve. Normally I only see it this low if the patient is asleep though."
"Need anything else?" San asks. He steps forward, hands coming to rest on the foot of the bed.
"Not right now. I think we're – wait. Wait." The level of panic in Yunho's voice does not comfort you one bit. Especially when Spectre's face shares the same level of concern. "Something isn't right." Yunho swipes furiously at his tablet, fingers moving so quickly over the screen that you can't tell what he's trying to do. "She was shot in the arm… outer arm with no exit wound, the bullet still present in the brachialis muscle right against the humerus. Why does she have pneumothorax too?"
"English please?" San asks.
"Punctured lung. It's a punctured lung that could collapse at any minute. Yours looks to be a pinhole, meaning it's small and acute. You should recover just fine without any treatment if you were a healthy adult but there's a serious infection running through your blood and that means it could cause complications if not treated. More importantly, I can't do an emergency operation like this if your lungs aren't fully functional. I'd need to put you on an oxygen mask just on the off chance that your lung collapses during the surgery but a one percent chance is still a chance."
"What caused it? I haven't noticed anything." You try to sit up a bit to look at Yunho's tablet but he pulls it away before you have the chance.
"It depends on all sorts of factors. Do you know how long you've had a lung problem?"
"I didn't even know I had a lung problem," you retort.
"She's been on the ship four days, Yunho."
"Okay, okay. We can worry about that in a bit. I need to get the IV drip in now." You glance forward as Yunho approaches your arm with another long needle. San is blocking your line of sight. He doesn't look back at you; instead, his eyes are fixated on your arm, rather your wrist where the chain brand resides. Subconsciously, you turn your wrist away only to have Yunho resituate it again as he inserts the long needle.
"You're looking pretty pale again," San comments. You take a deep breath but find yourself unable to respond. All the white in the room begins to blur together. All the strength left in your body is ebbing away. "Yunho, she's looking pretty fucking pale!" The man's voice climbs in volume as his form blurs into nothingness. Yunho keeps working on your IV, securing the catheter and tubes with a piece of tape.
"Shit, hey. Hey. Hey, stay awake." Yunho reaches over, patting your face with his palm. You push him away with a weak shove as a wave of coughs overwhelms you.
"Is this normal? What do you need? What's wrong with her? What do we do?" San rambles. Yunho rubs at the skin between his brows as San speaks.
"Shut the fuck up, San. If Woo were here, he would know what to fucking do since he helps me ninety percent of the time." San leans forward, smacks Yunho's hands away from his face, and grabs hold of his collar.
"If you don't want my help, then you're on your own," San hisses as he yanks Yunho forward. A weak laugh escapes your lips.
"Do you all fight this often or am I just special?"
Yunho sighs at your half-hearted jab and pushes San off him. He reaches for his ear, beginning to speak again but this time it's not directed at San.
"Wooyoung to the med bay for emergency operation assistance." The moment his hand leaves his ear, San is back in his face.
"Call it off!" He yells. Yunho deflects San's anger with a surprising sense of calm.
"I'm not letting a girl die simply because you don't want him to be seen. The fact of the matter is you don't know what the hell you're doing so you're of no use to me."
"Your damn savior complex is going to be the end of everyone on this ship."
"Then we were doomed the minute I set foot on the ship. Wooyoung is the only one who knows how to help me conduct emergency operations and laser surgeries. You need to fuck off and let me do my damn job. It's my job to save people, no matter the cost. Yours is only to kill them. So, why don't you listen closely and hear the wheeze in her breaths? The sweat on her forehead? The residue from her arm? If I don't get to work quickly, then you'll have a body to haul out. Do you want to be responsible for her death?"
At those words, San stands down. He leans back and stands up straight ahead, the fury dropping from his features as he moves. He turns away from the bed but something in you causes you to lunge forward with a sudden bout of strength and catch his wrist. He glances down at you with widened eyes.
"Thank you… for – for saving my life." San's gaze softens. A smile almost crosses his lips but he stops it before it can show too much.
"I did nothing except prolong the inevitable," comes his response. The words are spoken in a cold and emotionless tone, much different from the tone he used with you previously, but you no longer have the strength to even think straight. Your hand falls away from San's wrist as you fall back against the bed. Yunho lets San leave the med bay without exchanging further words with him.
Instead, the healer finishes connecting all the IV tubes and fluid bags.
"You're probably going to pass out," he mutters, bending over you and resting his palm against your forehead. "We'll try our best to work quickly and keep you under during the operation, okay?" You can only nod against the pressure of his hand. He eases you further into the bed and makes sure you're flat against the mattress. The action is like the magic touch for you to fall unconscious. Before your vision goes completely black, you see a new form enter the med bay, one with tanned skin and hair that looks like coal and ash. You don't have the chance to look over the rest of his form before the darkness overtakes you.
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Waking up again takes far too much effort. Your whole body feels as though it's made of pure lead, and you can't even open your eyes easily. You can't recall what happened before you fell asleep or where you are; the confusion only grows further when you're finally able to crack your eyes open.
White. The color is all you see for a few moments before your vision clears up some. The brightness of your surroundings blinds you. You shift and push your head to the left. Wires and tubes are all around you, two lead to your arm and another to your face. You try to feel around but you aren't able to; the strength hasn't completely returned to your body. All you can do is move your head from side to side for the time being. You check your other arm. There's a large white bandage wrapped around your bicep and you can't recall what's underneath it.
The clink of metal distracts you. It resounds from somewhere in front of you, and as you twist to look in that direction. A man with tan skin stands near a sink. You peer at him. Something about his figure seems familiar but you can't place it. Seeing him brings reality back to you, however, and you recall how you got here, a Cheshire cat finding you in a crate, the gentle giant healer who helped you.
"Wh-Where am – where am I?" You stammer out, voice cracking and hoarse as you try to talk. The man jumps at the sound of your voice. He drops what he's doing and turns towards you, eyes wide and curious as he looks over at you. Now that you're more awake, you can see more clearly and get a better look at the person with you. Besides the caramel tan, he bears dark hair that's almost black but not quite. The color is more between silver and grey but the color of his hair is the least interesting thing about him. There is a metal collar around his neck, a thick block that stands out against his skin, and you peer at it in curiosity. A collar? I don't… You don't have time to look at him, however, because he's rushing towards you a second later.
"Oh, you're awake!" He chirps as he comes closer to your bedside. "You're aboard The Horizon, ship belonging to Captain Kim Hongjoong. I'm not sure whether you remember it, but you were awake for a little while before the surgery." At his words, vague memories of a healer and a man with a strip of white hair float to the forefront of your mind. "You had a pretty awful fever though so it might be a bit hard to remember. Yunho – the healer, if you remember him – patched up the pinhole in your lung and kept it from collapsing with quick laser surgery. We also removed the bullet in your arm and drained the infection. He patched it up with stitches as best he could. He said that it was hard to close without some skin grafting, but he didn't want to do that so he just closed it without the extra graft."
"How – hold on, how long have I been here?" You ask. The sudden barrage of information catches you off-guard. You're still waking up, brain not coming back to full functionality, yet this man doesn't seem to care about that one bit.
"Oh! Hm, I think you've been on the ship for maybe a total of seven days? If you include the first four stowaway days, that is. Otherwise, you've been asleep for three days."
"72 hours," you mutter to yourself. You remember something about the captain telling Yunho that he only had a certain amount of time to fix you.
"Sorry? I didn't quite catch that."
"72 hours… but the captain gave Yunho 48 hours to fix me."
"47 actually!" The man corrects with a bright and blinding smile, his teeth shining under the yellow light above your heads. "Captain only gave 47 hours to fix you, but it only took Yunho 17 so."
"Wh—What do you mean?"
"We were up for 17 hours trying to fix you up. Captain was impressed at Yunho's speed so he said that you could have extra recovery time. Oh, if you pretend to still be resting, you could get longer recovery time!"
"Why is everything in this room so damn white?" You mutter as you push yourself into a sitting position. The man shakes his head.
"No, no, no! You shouldn't get up!"
"Why not?" You protest, swinging your legs over the edge of the bed. "I'm fine, I feel fine, and nothing is going to rupture. Laser surgery doesn't leave tears or stitches either so it doesn't matter."
"No!" The man argues, voice climbing in volume. You blink up at him, eyes wide from the sudden outburst. "Yunho told me not to let you leave, and I won't go against what Yunho wants. If he says you stay here, then you stay here."
"This is ridiculous. Now I'm being kept here against my will? Am I a captive now?" You scoff as you continue to get to your feet. The man moves with surprising haste. He leans across the space in front of you, snatches up something from the table, then grabs your head. You try to fight back but he has already caught you and overwhelmed you. Something sharp pierces your neck. You cry out at the pressure but waves of warmth wash over you next. You stumble backward when he releases his hold on you. The backs of your knees hit the edge of the bed and you fall back onto the mattress as your strength leaves your body again.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry but I had to do it. I won't go against what Yunho says." His voice sounds somewhat remorseful. You're losing consciousness so fast that the world spins around you and as you glance over at his hand, you spot a large shot. You'd recognize that almost anywhere. The military use them religiously, a typical weapon that you would brandish when dealing with insurgent civilians. High grade emergency sedative shots.
"Y-You…" You can't finish the sentence before the exhaustion overwhelms you and you pass out yet again.
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The eight princes of Hell would never have thought of falling in love with a mortal, and that the mortal was their soul mate.
Main characters:
First Prince: Seonghwa
Anger: is manifested in the individual who spurns love and opts instead for fury. It’s also known as Wrath;
Second Prince: Hongjoong
Greed: is the desire for material wealth or gain, ignoring the realm of the spiritual. It’s also called Avarice or Covetousness;
Third Prince: Yunho
Sloth: is the avoidance of physical or spiritual work;
Fourth and Seventh Princes: Yeosang and Wooyoung
Envy: is the desire for other’s traits, status, abilities or situation;
Fifth Prince: San
Lust: is an inordinate craving for the pleasures of the body;
Sixth Prince: Mingi
Gluttony: is an inordinate desire to consume more than that which one requires;
Eighth Prince: Jongho
Pride: is excessive belief in one’s abilities, that interferes with the individual’s recognition of the grace of God. It has been called the sin from which all others arise. It’s also known as Vanity.
Warnings: There is some heavy smut at the end with toys involved as well as choking and face fucking at one point so please be advised for that. There’s also small parts of alcohol consumption too
Notes: This is kind of a slow burn because everything happens at the end but please enjoy.
Summary: Wooyoung wasn’t planning to lock eyes with him that night. He was honestly just trying to enjoy the night with his friends when he glanced over to find this raven haired man, staring at him. He wasn’t planning on speaking to him, let alone have a drink with him, but he especially wasn’t planning to accept his offer when he asked for him to be his sugar baby.
Wooyoung was happy to be out again.
With a busy schedule that always seemed to clash and fight with that of his friends, it was a miracle for you all to have a day off and on a weekend at that. It was refreshing to have everyone together, laughing and enjoying good food as he sat there, laughing and leaning into his good friend and housemate San.
He knew that the five of them together can cause a ruckus and cause a few head turns with irritated stares, but he could care less. He was just having a good night with his boys.
“ Does anyone have any plans for tomorrow? Everyone is free from work right?” San asked after the laughter died down. With a collective no, he continued, “ Let’s go to that new nightclub called ‘Treasure’. I heard that it’s really fun.” With a wiggle of his brows he waited for everyone’s responses.
“ Well, it sounds like a good idea to me.” The tall brunette named Yunho states, “ It sounds like it would be good.”
“ I’m fine with going as long as Mingi doesn’t drink because then I’ll get stuck bringing him home.” Yeosang mumbled with his lips on his glass of water, eyeing his tall peachy haired friend.
“ That was one time!” Mingi argued with him as Yeosang stared at him from behind his glass.
“ It happened three times but you only remember the one time because that was the only time you weren't blackout drunk and woke up like you were in a different dimension before running to my bathroom to puke.”
“ Alright alright, no drinking for Mingi, we don’t want to stress out Yeosang-hyung, but can we all go.” San chuckles as he looks towards Wooyoung.
“ Like I would say no to a good time.” He smiled and they continued on with the rest of their dinner before paying and leaving, heading to the club.
~
San was right when he said the night club was popular.
They had barely made it inside before the bouncer told the other patrons behind them that it was at max capacity.
Managing to make their way to the bar, Woo ordered himself a drink as he chatted with Yunho beside him. San dragged Mingi towards the dance floor, Mingi instinctively pulling Yeosang as well when he was going to order a drink for himself. Wooyoung planned on following suit shortly after he finishes his drinks for the night.
While having a conversation with Yunho, the tall man turned his head to order himself a drink, Wooyoung looked around the club and ended up locking eyes with a man seated by the wall.
He was sitting in one of those booths with a friend he assumed as his eyes gazed at him from his seat. Raven hair covering his forehead while he was dressed in a white button up with sleeves pulled up to his elbows, seemingly charcoal slacks with the matching jacket discarded in the booth.
Wooyoung turned his head before focusing back on his hyung, noticing that he was staring too long at the stranger. Trying to continue his conversation with Yunho, he still felt a pair of eyes on him that nearly made him shiver. He felt the eyes trail from the side of his face, down to his neck. Slowly he drifted to the expansion of his chest and it felt like he skipped down to his thighs and stayed there for a bit.
“ I’m gonna go dance with San. Are you okay if I leave you here?” Wooyoung asked Yunho, trying to hide the antsiness in his voice to leave this spot.
“ Yeah that’s fine. I’ll join you guys after I finish this drink okay?” He gave a warm smile that Woo returned before quickly heading towards his friends, easily spotting them due to Mingi’s fluffy peachy colored hair.
“ San help!” He slightly yelled to gain his friends attention who was enjoying the music. He turned around, looking slightly irritated at first from being pulled from the music when he noticed the look on his face.
“ What’s the matter? What happened?”
“ This guy has been staring at me from the bar and I don’t know what to do.” Wooyoung said, noticing how Yeosang moved closer to listen as well.
“ Well is he cute?” San said first, earning a smack on the arm from Yeosang.
“ He’s worried about this creep checking him out and that’s the first thing you ask?” Yeosang scolded.
“ If he knew what his face looked like, he wouldn’t worry as much as he is now.” San states in a matter of fact tone as he turns his attention back to Wooyoung. “ Where is he sitting?”
“ To your left in the small booth. He has on a white button up and charcoal slacks with raven hair.” Wooyoung told him as San sneakily looked through the crowd in that direction. When he locked his eyes on the one who’s been eyeing his friend, they grew in size.
“ What? Is he creepy and gross?” Yeosang asked as he tried to look over San’s shoulder.
“ Woo, that man is gorgeous. Please get his number or something.” San said, tearing his eyes away before he gets caught.
Woo would never question San’s judgement on looks as he rarely was wrong when pointing out beautiful men for him.
Yeosang looked as well, rolling his eyes, “ He looks like a real life angry bird, but I can see Wooyoung talking to him.”
“ How does he look like an angry bird?! That was uncalled for hyung.” San points out and Yeosang just shrugs his shoulders as he draws his attention back to see Mingi taking a shot or two from a girl who had a bottle, rushing over to stop him. “ I told you not to drink tonight!”
“ Anyway…” San drew his attention back to him, “ I say go talk to him and I’ll keep an eye on you. You know I wouldn’t let nothing happen to you. Find either me or Yunho-hyung if something goes left or uncomfortable for you.” Giving Wooyoung a reassuring squeeze on his shoulder, he turned him around and gave him a gentle push in that direction.
This isn’t the first time San and Wooyoung have nudged each other to talk to someone in a club and watch from afar, but this time it felt different. Usually it was always the jock looking dudes and gym enthusiast but not someone as sophisticated as the man he was approaching looked.
The closer he got, he noticed that he was still sitting with a friend that was adorned with white hair; the complete opposite of the other.
Slowly making his approach, it was his friend who noticed him as he was glancing at the dance floor when Wooyoung finally broke through the crowd. He looked up at him with a smile, sitting his glass down.
“ Well what do we have here?” His voice was playful as he rested his chin in his hand, “ I wasn’t expecting such a pretty face to walk over here.”
The comment made the raven haired man turn to his right to gaze at Wooyoung, a small smirk on his lips.
San was right. This man was gorgeous.
A beautiful pair of eyes that looked up at him, a nicely sculpted nose to fit his gorgeous face and perfect lips that looked quite soft from his view. He’s lips looked a bit pink. Maybe it’s from a lip tint, but Wooyoung could care less. They just looked kissable.
“ I’m quite shocked that you came over here. I thought I scared you off at the bar.” The man spoke, his voice sounding sultry to his ears.
“ Well I couldn’t get a look at your face from the bar. You could have been some ugly creep.” Wooyoung crossed his arms .
“ Now that you're here, do I look like an ugly creep?” He chuckled, drinking from his glass again.
Hell no.
“ If you were, then I wouldn’t be standing in front of this table right now.” Wooyoung shifted to one leg, involuntarily poking his hip out.
He let out a laugh, “ What a bold thing to say to someone you just met.”
“ Well I can only act in such a way when you introduce yourself by staring at me from across the room.” Wooyoung retorted and he watched the man’s smile grow.
“ Well, how about starting over and getting to know me better.” He slides deeper into the booth, offering a seat to Wooyoung; his hand patting the upholster of the booth chair. “ Let me introduce myself properly to you.”
Hesitantly, Wooyoung sat down as he paid close attention to the raven haired man's features.
“ Well, let me introduce myself.” He extends his hand out for Wooyoung to shake, the boy noticing the expensive looking watch adorning his wrist, “ My name is Seonghwa and who do I have the pleasure of meeting?”
Wooyoung took his hand and gave it a firm shake with a smile, “ My name is Wooyoung. It’s nice to meet you.”
~
Wooyoung has been sitting in the booth with Seonghwa for about twenty minutes now and it has been nothing more than pleasant.
Completely different from the typical guys that would entertain him during nights like these. There was no lustful groping on his thighs and ass. No pulling him into their lap for a make out session that would bring in unwanted eyes. Especially, no whispers of tempting offers to have a quick fuck in the club’s bathrooms. He got kicked out of one bar because of that last time. He was too loud.
But no. Seonghwa simply offered him drinks, everything on his open tab and continued to talk to him. He rarely touched him and gave Wooyoung his space to not make him feel uncomfortable.
To be honest, Wooyoung didn’t plan on staying there for long. He was going to speak to him, give him his number and party with his friends. That’s what he originally came here to do.
But here he was, drinking champagne and just giggling away to whatever the conversation was about.
He quickly learned that Seonghwa was working in this corner office for a well known company that he earned the rights to have simply by his father running the place. He’s been involved in every legal matter since he was 16 and here he was now as the youngest rising CEO in Seoul and such a person took an interest in him.
Wooyoung would be lying if he said that it didn’t inflate his ego a bit to know that he can pull someone as high end as him.
“ I’m really enjoying myself the more I talk to you.” Seonghwa admits, turning his head to offer a sweet smile that could have stopped people’s hearts. “ If you don’t mind me asking, could I get your number? I would love to get to know you more. Maybe over some dinner?”
Seonghwa has this hopeful look in his eyes, praying that this wouldn’t be the last time that he sees his sweet face.
With a smile, Wooyoung extends his hand out to him, “ Are you gonna let me type my number inor no?”
With a laugh, Seonghwa gave Wooyoung his phone, watching him swiftly place his name and number in his contacts, pressing the save button. “ And there you go.” Wooyoung smiled before he heard a rush of footsteps from behind him.
“ Sorry to interrupt.” The voice said to Seonghwa, tapping Wooyoung’s shoulder, making said boy turn around.
“ San what’s the matter?”
“ We have to leave.” San kept looking behind his shoulder and back to him.
“ What happened?” Wooyoung grew concerned as he faced him.
“ So Mingi got drunk and some weirdo tried to sneak him away when Yeosang wasn’t looking and long story short we have to leave cause Yunho-hyung is pissed and ready to fight.” San rapidly explained, making Wooyoung eyes grow wide as he processed the information he was told.
A pissed off Yunho was never good. It rarely happens but once he gets there, all hell breaks loose.
Wooyoung swiftly turned to Seonghwa who had a concerned look on his face as well. “ I’m sorry but I have to go. Just text my phone later okay.”
“ Sure I can do that.” Seonghwa said before you could hear Yunho’s voice from across the room.
“ He told you no and you're still trying to touch him?!”
Without a second thought, Wooyoung and San sprinted away from the table, pushing past the crowd of people just in enough time to push Yunho back and exit him out the club with Yeosang and Mingi behind them.
It wasn’t the best way to end the night, but it could have gone worse.
San ended up driving instead of Yunho, him being the least intoxicated and Yunho being too pissed off to really do anything. He was slowly softening and calming down when Mingi kept cuddling him and apologizing for the trouble he caused to ruin their night out. Yunho gave a deep sigh and just rubbed the man's back as he told him it was fine and wasn’t his fault.
The car ride was silent and it only left Wooyoung with the casual conversation that he had with Seonghwa. It was a completely different interaction than what he had dealt with before and it truly intrigued him. Wooyoung was never someone to be hooked and become attached to someone that he just met, but he felt like he was damn near close.
When San pulled up to his and Woo’s shared home, he offered the boys to crash here so they don’t have to drive home. But Yunho declined since he indeed only had one glass of alcohol and his anger was the only thing preventing him from driving, so he drove the others back home as San and him walked inside. San quickly retired for the night as Wooyoung went to his own room. By the time he showered and made it back to his bed with a change of clothes, he saw a notification on his phone .
Unknown Number [ 2:37am]: This is Seonghwa. I hope everything went okay with your friends.
Wooyoung laid on his back as he saved his number before replying back to him
Wooyoung [2:39am]: Thankfully, it went well. No fights happened and everyone’s okay. Thanks for asking.
Wooyoung [2:40am]: I’m surprised that you texted me tonight lol.
Wooyoung would be lying to himself once more if he said that he didn’t want to stop talking to him at the bar, especially since he didn’t plan to leave so early.
Seonghwa [2:42am]: Well I would rather call you, but texting is more than enough.
Wooyoung bit his lip as he thought about the chance to be on the phone with him, just to hear his voice again.
Wooyoung [2:45am]: I don’t mind being on the phone with you.
Wooyoung [2:46am]: You can call me if you want to…
There was this quietness in his room. No other notifications coming through his phone and San has already gone to sleep from dancing the night away. For the first time in a while, Wooyoung felt anxious. It wasn’t until he watched Seonghwa’s name pop up on his screen for a phone call. Without missing a beat, Woo answered.
“ Hello?” Wooyoung spoke through his phone and he heard a light hearted laugh.
“ I’m actually happy to hear your voice.” Seonghwa admitted before speaking again, “ What were you doing before I called?”
“ I was just laying in bed. I honestly didn’t want to leave the club so early.” Wooyoung rolled onto his stomach, feet dangling off the edge.
“ Oh is that right? Can I assume that you wanted to stay there because of me?” Woo could practically hear the playfulness etched into his voice.
“ You can assume correctly.”
Wooyoung doesn’t even know why he’s flirting like this. This level of flirting sounds much more mature than what he was used to and yes, he knows he sounds like a broken record, but can you really blame him? When you have someone as cool and collected to flirt with you, would you really go and act a fool?
Seonghwa laughed through the phone, “ If I had the chance to, I would have loved to take you home with me.”
“ That’s really bold of you. Who says that I would have gone home with you?”
“ You’re telling me that you wouldn’t if I offered you?”
He doesn’t know why he was lying to himself because he knew very well that he would have gone home with him if that argument over Mingi wouldn’t have happened. Who knows what would have went down if he went, but he does know that he at least wanted a kiss out of him.
“ Who knows.” Wooyoung laughed into the phone, it sounded like music to Seonghwa’s ears as he was resting in his own bed, the tv on as some sort of background noise.
“ I know that this may also sound bold of me to say, but do you know when I’ll be able to see you again?” Seonghwa bit his lip slightly, hoping he wouldn’t have to wait too long to see him once more.
“ Well I work during the week and I’m assuming that you do as well. I’m free for the rest of this weekend if that’s okay with you.” Wooyoung spoke softly, despite being just as eager to see him as well.
“ Well are you free later this evening since it is Saturday now. I have something to handle in the morning, but then I’m free for the rest of the day. We can meet at a cafe if you're comfortable with that.” Seonghwa suggested.
A bubbly smile graced Wooyoung’s features; a smile Seonghwa would have loved to see, “ Give me a time and place and I’ll see you then.”
~
San was just as eager as Wooyoung once he told his friend about the little meeting that he planned with Seonghwa during the night. Making sure that he was dressed cute enough before sending him off and wishing him the best of luck with a wide grin, sneaking a few snarky words to mess with him.
Wooyoung just rolled his eyes as he bid farewell and left their shared home to catch the bus to the cafe that was suggested. The bus was right there when he got to the spot and he paid his fare before sitting in the front. He pulled out his phone and told Seonghwa that he was on his way. The ride was about fifteen to twenty minutes long and he spent that time just scrolling aimlessly through social media.
Wooyoung felt himself getting a bit anxious as he grew closer to the location. He won’t be seeing this man in a club setting. It’s more like a date now that he thinks about, even though he tried very hard to not think about it like that. He tried to convince himself that it’s like a get together with a friend.
A friend that he would like to kiss…
A friend that he would like to touch sensually…
A friend that he would like to fu-
Wooyoung pulled the stop request button and nearly darted off the bus, leaving those raunchy thoughts behind him.
“ I need to stop these thoughts. It feels like I’m going through puberty all over again.” Wooyoung sighed to himself as he started walking down the block to the cafe.
The day was still warm and it was a gentle breeze that caressed his body, sending a slight shiver even though he was wearing a long sleeve shirt. He just enjoyed the little noises from the cars driving by and the other people walking beside and having their own private conversations. After glancing down to check the directions, Woo stopped in front of a shop with a cute coffee cup on the window. He double checked the address before stepping inside, looking around until his eyes fell on a man sitting at a table in the corner. Waltzing over before standing in front of the table, the well dressed man looked up with a smile.
“ Will you have a seat?” Seonghwa's voice was gentle as he motioned towards the chair. Wooyoung took the offer and sat down. “ What would you like to drink?”
He passed Wooyoung a menu, fingers involuntarily touching him as he passed it to him. Woo tried not to jump from the contact as his eyes glanced through the menu. Wooyoung was completely unaware of the gaze that Seonghwa had given him, most of it was sweet but there was an underlying emotion that no one could even see or detect.
“ I’ll take an Iced Green Tea.” Wooyoung passed the menu back, “ Do you know what you want?”
“ I picked what I wanted before I gave the menu to you. Do you want to share a tart with me?” Seonghwa offered as he stood up to go and order something at the counter.
“ Sure I don’t mind.” Woo smiled and Seonghwa happily returned it with one of his own as he walked away to the counter, leaving Wooyoung with nothing but his thoughts.
His mind is really starting to see this as a date and in reality, it was. But did Wooyoung want to accept that? Not really.
He doesn't know why he’s denying it when it’s so blatantly in front of him. Maybe it’s because Wooyoung isn’t used to such sweet behaviour, especially from someone who wasn’t his boyfriend. As much as Woo enjoyed coming to different cafes that he casually goes to with his friends and friendly coworkers, it was never with any type of significant others or crushes and whatnots.
Seonghwa came back to the table with a tray in hand, gently resting it on the table. He placed his drink on the table in front of him, Wooyoung saying a thanks as he brought it to his lips, Seonghwa watching him all the same.
The edge of the cup went between his lips, sipping the drink and he hummed, “ This is good!” A smile broke through his features as it secretly made Seonghwa's heart swell.
Seonghwa lifted his cup and sipped his americano; a smile hidden behind the cup. Wooyoung’s reaction was childlike without meaning too but Seonghwa wasn’t bothered by it.
“ I’m glad you like it. I usually come here when I have some free time in my schedule.” Seonghwa sat the cup back down as Wooyouung drank from his cup a bit more before placing it back down on the table.
“ It’s a cozy little spot. I like it.” Wooyoung folded his arms and propped himself on the table, giving him a smile that Seonghwa deemed infectious because he found himself smiling too.
“ I’m glad that you do, but I’m more thrilled that I’m meeting you again.” Seonghwa leaned forward on the table as well. “ I thought you would have ignored me and found someone more interesting.”
“ You were the only guy that I talked to last night.” Wooyoung started off, “ I didn’t even get a chance to dance with anyone.” Wooyoung stared at him and Seonghwa let out a laugh.
“ So you were so focused on me that you didn’t pay attention to any of those other people that were staring at you?”
“ What are you talking about?” Woo gave a confused look as Seonghwa continued.
“ You know I saw you walk into the crowd of people, assumingly to your friends, right? As you walked away from that tall friend of yours, you had about five other pairs of eyes on you.” Seonghwa explained as he took a fork and broke a piece from the tart he ordered. “ You were quite popular.”
Wooyoung didn’t even notice the other people on him last night. Usually he does pay attention to that but Seonghwa clearly overran his consciousness. “ I didn’t even notice them, but you're not helping yourself cause you're making yourself sound like a creep again.” Woo joked as he took another sip from his tea.
“ Not really. I lost you in the crowd and focused back on my friend. I would have never guessed that you would have walked over to me yourself. If you would have stayed at the bar, I was going to walk over to you.” Seonghwa explained as he still had the piece of tart on his fork, eyeing the fruit on top before placing it in his mouth.
“ I have no problem approaching men.” Wooyoung shrugged as he picked up the other fork Seonghwa had gotten for him, taking a piece of the tart as well, “ But I stayed because you interested me and you were attractive like I said before.”
Wooyoung has no problem admitting that he was attracted to the young CEO; he just couldn’t admit to himself how much he really wanted to fuck the fine man.
“ So I was so good looking to you that you completely ignored everyone else around you?” His tone was mocking as he sipped his americano once more, taking in large gulps this time around.
“ Don’t flatter yourself sir.” Wooyoung joked as he pointed with the fork at him before stuffing the piece of tart in his mouth, quietly moaning at the taste.
“ I would prefer Mr. Park.”
“ That sounds like a kink now doesn’t it?” Wooyoung laughed as he was going for another bite of the delicious dessert.
“ And so what if it is?”
Wooyoung nearly choked on his spit and dropped the sweet on the table. He looked back up to see a dastardly smirk on his features and man did the room get a bit hot for Jung Wooyoung. His pants feel a little tight too.
“ Let me stop joking around with you and get a little serious. There’s another reason for why I wanted to meet up with you so badly.” Seonghwa says, his voice was even and he seemed serious about what he wanted to discuss from what Wooyoung observed. “ But maybe not here. Somewhere a bit more private?”
Seonghwa looked up at him, waiting for any type of response.
Wooyoung didn’t know where this was going, but if it would give him a chance to spend more time with Seonghwa, then he’ll go. “ Where do you have in mind?”
“ Well my car is still parked in a garage that’s two blocks away. We can go somewhere else and talk and afterwards I’ll drive you home.” Seonghwa offered, eating more of the tart after Wooyoung agreed to his idea. They sat in comfortable silence as they finished their drinks and left the cozy cafe.
~
They were supposed to simply get in Seonghwa’s car, drive to a park not too far from here, talk and then get dropped off at home to take a bath and sleep.
What ended up happening? Wooyoung can barely remember how he ended up in the backseat of Seonghwa’s Mercedes Benz, straddling the man's lap with his tongue down his throat. Seonghwa’s hands grabbing at his ass, roughly grinding him down on his growing erection.
Wooyoung would have been a bit self conscious about doing anything like this in a public space, especially when he was 100% sober, but with all of the windows being tinted, that tiny issue flew out his mind.
Seonghwa broke their kiss and went straight to his neck, pressing hungry kisses to the column of his throat. Wooyoung would moan whenever he nipped at his neck; tempting Seonghwa to place a couple love bites in his trail. Seonghwa pulled away from him, causing the younger to whine.
“ Why did you stop?” Wooyoung pouted and if Seonghwa didn’t have any self control, then he would have been pressed against the seats, yanking his pants down.
“ Let me ask you what I wanted to ask before anything else happens.” Seonghwa caught his breath as he was still hungry from the kisses Woo gave him.
Wooyoung nodded to show that he was listening before Seonghwa started to speak, “ I was out that night looking for someone to spoil. Someone to have around once in a while and just have fun. I want to forget all types of stress that I might have at that office and release it in the best of ways. So when I saw you, I couldn’t picture anyone else that I would have wanted for this.” Seonghwa started to pepper a few more kisses on Wooyoung’s neck as he spoke.
“ What are you asking me exactly?” Wooyoung looked deep into his eyes and watched his lips produce words.
“ Would you mind being my sugar baby?”
Wooyoung has never been offered something like this before.
Well that’s not true.
He had maybe a handful of older men who would ask him once in a while and he would decline, never seeping that low to get with someone old and unattractive for cash. Oh but this time it was different. He had a young, rich CEO with extraordinary looks asking him if he could spoil him.
Why the hell would he say no?
So Wooyoung responded with another deep kiss, mumbling a quick ‘ yes’ before their lips sealed one another’s. Seonghwa didn’t question it any more as he pulled the boy closer to his body, almost trying to fuse the two of them together.
Seonghwa’s fingers slipped under his shirt, the pads of his fingers rubbing against his sides, drawing a few giggles in between their kisses until it was replaced with a moan as he reached a nipple.
Seonghwa slowly pushed him onto the back seat, pulling his shirt all the way up to expose tanned skinned and perked nipples. Leaning his head down to immediately latch onto a nipple and a pinch to the other, having Wooyoung’s back arching up to his mouth.
Wooyoung didn’t understand why his body felt so on fire whenever he touched him. Every move he made had sent shocks up his body that just made him react in the most delicious ways.
Seonghwa’s mouth had made its way back up to his mouth and hungrily kissed the boy back as he tugged at his pants. He unzipped Wooyoung’s pants, sliding them down with the help of Woo lifting up his ass.
Seonghwa spit on his hand as he lazily stroked his dick up and down, flicking his wrist occasionally to gain a reaction out of him. Tiny moans and groans would leave his throat as Woo tried hard for once to stay quiet. Even though the windows were tinted so they couldn’t be seen, anyone that just happens to walk by can hear them.
“ Don’t stay quiet.” Seonghwa whispered into his ear, nipping the cartilage between his teeth, “ I wanna hear how good I make you feel.” Seonghwa moved his hand faster, the change of pace causing Wooyoung’s breath to hitch and he stopped biting his lip that kept him from moaning too loud.
Wooyoung tried so hard not to buck into his hand as Seonghwa worked him better than he can work himself. His moans started to grow louder, he felt the knot in his stomach tighten and his thighs slowly start to quake and Seonghwa loved every minute of it.
There was nothing more that Seonghwa loved than a responsive and vocal lover. He wanted to hear every little sound you make as he makes your body unbearable with pleasure. Watching Wooyoung slowly become undone as he simply pleased him with his hand and his hand alone, fueled Seonghwa’s ego as he sped up to hear a beautiful moan leave his throat.
“ I’m...clos-AH!” Woo tried to speak but couldn’t as Seonghwa rolled his palm over his sensitive tip and nearly took any form of speaking from him.
“ What was that baby boy?” Seonghwa teased, a smirk evident on his features, “ You have to speak up.”
Now Wooyoung has been nicknamed a lot of things but baby boy has never been one of them surprisingly. He doesn’t know why it sounds so good to hear it from him, but his body clearly knew more than him as precum leaked from his aching tip.
“ I’m close...mhm! Gonna cum…” The whine left Wooyoung’s throat as Seonghwa leaned back down to nip at his neck, leaving a few marks in their wake. His hand moved faster and it only made Woo moan louder, no longer caring about keeping his voice down.
Wooyoung’s words turned into complete gibberish as he tried to warn Seonghwa before his hips stills, spurts of cum shooting from the tip that Seonghwa managed to contain with his hand with some dripping onto the younger’s stomach.
Wooyoung pants as he tries to bring himself back down. Seonghwa kept his hand around his soft dick as he reached with his other hand to grab a wipe, cleaning both his hand and Wooyoung.
Once he was finished, he opened the car door, peeking first to see if anyone was around before quickly throwing the tissue away.
You thought he was just gonna dumb it in his car or throw it out the window? What kind of man do you think he is?
He came back inside, Wooyoung coming back to his senses more as he adjusted himself to sit up.
“ Are you okay? I didn’t do too much, did I?” Seonghwa cupped his face, eyes glancing down at the red marks that blossomed on his neck.
“ I’m good, great even.” Wooyoung said, his fingers going through his hair as he glanced back at him.
“ Well, if you don’t mind, can we talk more about this situation that we’ll be having between us? I want you to be 100% sure that you want this.” Seonghwa adjusted himself and Wooyoung felt the need to do the same as well.
Wooyoung gave a warm smile before speaking, “ I’m all ears.”
~
“I’m sorry. Your a what now?” San was staring with a disbelief expression as he leaned on the island counter, staring at his friend’s back.
“ I’m a sugar baby now. I said it clearly the first time.” Wooyoung huffed as he washed the dishes from their dinner.
“ You're not joking with me are you?” Woo turned around to see him with a skeptical look on his face and he couldn’t blame him. It happened out of thin air.
“ No, I'm not joking and I wasn’t expecting this either. He asked me when I was making out with him on his lap.” Wooyoung went back to rinsing the dishes as he talked, “ We talked more about it afterwards.”
“ And here I thought I would have a sugar daddy before you.” San laughed as Wooyoung dried off his hands after placing the clean dishes in the rack. “ So how is this supposed to work out for you guys?”
“ Essentially I’m a little stress reliever for him. I come when I’m called and he pays me for my time. That and I’m told that I can get an allowance on top of that.” Wooyoung shrugged as he got a bottle of water from the fridge before sitting across from San.
“ That sounds like a sweet deal for you Woo. Maybe I should get one too. Does he have any cute friends?” San leaned on his arms more to get closer to Wooyoung’s face.
“ He did have a friend at the table that night. He was cute and he might be shorter than me though.” Wooyoung explained, giving a laugh as San mentally debated with himself if he should.
“ I can’t be picky if they plan to give me money. Get his number for me if you can.” San pinched Wooyoung’s face before he slapped it away.
“ You don’t even know if his friend is similar and wants a sugar baby.” Wooyoung rebuked, clearly amused at his best friend.
“ Well can you at least try,but you don’t have to do it now.” San tried and gave his best puppy dog eyes and it made Woo gag.
“ Fine I’ll try it, but can you help me find an outfit for this date we plan on having Tuesday night?” Wooyoung grinned as San agreed to help him out.
It didn’t take long for San to find something for him, even though he could have done it the day of. But Wooyoung knew better. He had to come straight home from work, change and immediately leave back out to make it to the dinner reservations that Seonghwa had made for them. He believed it was better to have it all out now than try to wake San up in the morning or leave him completely in control of his wardrobe when he wakes up since San was off that day.
Seonghwa still texted him when he had time, when he was bored with work related things and wanted him to ‘spice his life up’ as he says. He even called him last night and they would flirt back and forth. It honestly didn’t feel like a sugar daddy and sugar baby relationship until Seonghwa sent him a little bit of money through the apple pay from his iphone in order to reward him for what happened in his car.
It felt weird at first to receive the money but he agreed to this and just tried to think of him just being spoiled by a man who he finds himself completely enthralled by.
Wooyoung would usually talk to a few different people at once, enjoying all of the attention that he receives, but with Seonghwa he finds that he has more than enough and doesn't need any others.
When Monday rolled around though, their texting had cut down immediately since Seonghwa had a business to run and Wooyoung had a manager that was always on someone’s ass when they slack off for even a millisecond.
Wooyoung had a fifteen minute break that he decided to take because his legs were falling asleep at his desk. So he walked into the floor’s bathroom, checking up on his hair and the small amount of makeup he added to his face that day. Simple and natural as anything really bold would be a violation, but they never cared about his changing hair colors. His manager loved the purple he had before.
While checking himself out, he checked his phone and noticed a text from Seonghwa two minutes ago. Woo’s phone was on silent, so he never heard it. Unlocking his phone, he quickly looked at the text.
Seonghwa🍬 [ 2:15pm ] : Are you on break?
Wooyoung [ 2:17pm ] :Yeah I’m on break. Is there something you need?
Seonghwa 🍬 [ 2:18pm ] : Everyone is acting unreasonable and stupid today. 🤦🏻
Seonghwa 🍬 [ 2:18pm ] : I was hoping that you can find a way to make it better for me.
Wooyoung stares at the phone, trying to figure out what Seonghwa was asking from him.
Wooyoung [ 2:19pm ] : What exactly do you want me to do?...👀
Seonghwa 🍬 [ 2:19pm ] : Well it’s up to you, but if you could send me a picture?...
Seonghwa [ 2:19pm ] : For what type of picture depends on how comfortable you are with doing so, since you’re at work.
This man was really asking for a nude in the middle of a work day. It was honestly ridiculous that he asked that and should just send him a cute selca.
But his cock shouldn’t have throbbed at the idea of sending him an inappropriate picture, while on the clock.
Wooyoung felt his legs aimlessly go into the bigger stall, arms reaching up to lock the door. This stall had a mirror as well as it’s very own sink. Woo sat his phone down as he carefully took off his suit jacket and unbuttoned his dress shirt without causing any wrinkles to form. Once his shirt was open he undid his pants just a bit to show off the top of his boxers. Wooyoung shimmed his shirt a bit off his shoulder, showing off the hickies that were adorning his neck from the last time they saw each other.
Wooyoung picked up his phone,aiming the camera at the mirror as he bit his lip gently and using his other to rest on his toned stomach before snapping a picture.
Wooyoung [ 2:23pm ] : Picture sent
Wooyoung [ 2:23pm ] : I hope this is acceptable enough for you Mr. Park 😉
Wooyoung places his phone back down, a giggle leaving his lips as he quickly dressed himself before listening to see if anyone else was in the stalls. Once he heard nothing, he left and exited into the halls as his break was nearly up.
With his phone in his pocket and it being back on silent, he didn’t know that Seonghwa had responded back to him after he had a client leave his office. He didn’t know how hot and bothered the following text got him just because he called him Mr. Park. Woo didn’t know how badly Seonghwa was ready to turn him back into a whining mess when he saw him again.
If he would have known, he would have sent a cute selca instead.
~
Wooyoung was rushing and anxious that Tuesday evening.
His boss asked him to stay later due to someone else’s work, being incompetent to get it done in enough time, yet they allowed them to leave and give it to him. Having no room to argue, Wooyoung worked fast and tried to file everything as the speed of light while sneaking a text to Seonghwa that he might be running late. With the other few people who were stuck late doing some work, they were all impressed with the small man’s speed.
Yes it was some paid overtime, but Wooyoung would rather be home getting ready for his date with Seonghwa.
So here he was, leaving his job at 6:00pm instead of 5:00pm, the bus was packed and running slow and it was so humid on the bus the Woo’s hair started to frizz. So by the time he stepped in the house and San went to greet him at the door, he was completely over his evening already.
“ What the hell happened?” San asked as he watched Woo kick off his shoes and rushed past him to get ready.
“ I can’t talk right now. My date is at 7:00pm and it just became 6:45pm. I’m gonna be late.” Woo spoke fast as he entered his room and immediately started stripping, uncaring of San watching him from the doorway.
“ Woo-ya, please call that man and let him know about everything that’s happening. It’s better to keep him informed.” San mentioned as Woo stopped and sighed, grabbing his phone to call Seonghwa. The phone rang twice before he could hear a voice on the other line.
“ Hey baby boy, is everything okay?” Seonghwa asked, checking the time on his watch.
“ Hey, I wanted to call you and tell you that I’m gonna be running really late and I’m sorry.” Wooyoung explained as he tried to throw on the clothes that was left out.
“ It’s okay but you sound a bit stressed out. Do you want to change our date to another time?” Seonghwa asked, the last thing he wants is the boy to stress about meeting him.
“ No I really want to see you.” Wooyoung states
abruptly only to realize what he said. Wooyoung could feel his cheeks flush slightly as he didn’t mean to word it like that, even if it was the truth.
“ And I really want to see you too, but I don’t want you to rush and stress with all this, so I’ll make a suggestion. We can ditch the restaurant, have some ramen and relax at my apartment. How does that sound and you can come dressed in whatever, no stuffy clothes or anything.”
Wooyoung stares at the phone in disbelief as he hears Seonghwa talk. The man didn’t have to do that but he did and Wooyoung can’t help but feel his heart swell a bit at that.
“ If you're fine with that, then sure we can do it. Should I send you my address again?”
“ Yes, send it to me again. Is 7:30pm a good enough time to come by and pick you up?” Seonghwa asked him as he called for his waiter to pay for his drinks and leave the restaurant.
“ Yes, that’s more than enough now. I’ll text you my address and hurry up to change out of my work clothes. I’ll see you later then.” Wooyoung spoke, a giddy smile on his face as Seonghwa said his farewells and hung up.
Quickly looking for a more cozy outfit, Wooyoung went and pulled out some grey sweats and a white shirt, grabbing the matching grey jacket to go with. He touched up the light makeup he wore today and fixed his hair.
When San came back to the room, he was confused at the completely different outfit he wore. “ You're going to meet him at a fancy restaurant wearing that? What was the point in me picking out your outfit then?”
“ Change of plans. I’m just gonna chill and relax at his home now and we’ll eat there.” Woo explained, brushing out his brown locks, making sure every little hair was in place.
“ So you're doing house calls already? My my Wooyoung, you move faster than I thought.” San’s cat-like grin appeared on his face; Woo forced himself to not roll his eyes as he glanced at the clock. It was 7:20pm, so Wooyoung packed a small black bag as he headed back downstairs to the living room, San right on his trail.
“ You know there’s a chance you both will fuck right?” San points out as Wooyoung sits down on the couch, his phone in his hand as he scrolls through his Twitter feed.
“ Well I’m in a sexual sugar baby relationship Sanie. I kind of expect that to happen.”
“ So should I expect you to come home tonight or no?” He plopped down next to him, heading resting on his shoulder, just in time to see Seonghwa text him that he was outside. His head quickly lifting up like a meerkat, he rushed to peek through the blinds to see the expensive car double parked in front of their shared home.
Grabbing his bag from the floor, Wooyoung placed his shoes and placed his keys in his pockets before opening the door, saying a goodbye to San as he peeked from the doorway to watch him enter the car and offer a smile to Seonghwa. Seonghwa offered on as well before he drove off.
“ I’m assuming that your friend San that you mentioned before?” Seonghwa asked, eyes glued to the road.
“ Yes that’s him. He’s been interested in this situation that we have as well. Even going as far as asking if you had a friend who’s willing to offer him something similar.” Wooyoung giggled and it was honestly music to Seonghwa’s ears.
“ Well if I have to think about it, then maybe Hongjoong but don’t hold me accountable for that.” Seonghwa states as he stopped at a red light.
“ Let me know as soon as you do, so he can stop bugging me about it all.” Wooyoung glanced at him
Before stuffing his phone into his bag. “ But besides all of that, how was your day.”
“ Stressful as always. You wouldn’t believe how many idiots I deal with on a daily basis. I feel like they’ll hire anyone as of now.” Seonghwa sighed, rubbing his temple as he could feel a headache coming on just from the thought of it all over again.
“ You and me both. I had to stay late because someone else couldn't do their job. Yeah it’s overtime but still.” Wooyoung mumbled.
The rest of the car ride was filled with pleasant conversation as Seonghwa drove them around before stopping at a Convenience store to buy some ramen and a few other snacks before getting back in the car and driving a few minutes longer to go park in his apartment building's garage.
With the convenience store bag in his hand, Seonghwa guided Wooyoung to the elevator to take them to the ground floor for them to catch another elevator that would lead to his.
The elevator ride was quiet in the comfortable sense ,even though Woo couldn’t help but shift from foot to foot since he had never been to an expensive home like the one he was about to see.
When the elevator dinged, Seonghwa let him walk out first and guided him down the hall to a room that he promptly typed in a pin before pushing the door open. He stepped back and allowed Wooyoung to walk inside to view this very minimalistic and modern looking home.
The apartment was quite spacious. The decor had some whites, somes greys and this azure color that just gave a calming vibe throughout the apartment. Topped with decorative plants in almost every corner, it gave Wooyoung an easing vibe as he was guided to an island counter with a marble countertop as he sat the plastic bag on top before grabbing the two bowls of instant ramen.
“ It’s something quite amusing to see someone with such a high-class place sit in the gourmet kitchen to prepare bowls of instant ramen.” Wooyoung jokes, sitting on the stool with his arms propped on the counter.
“ Ramen is good, so I have some from time to time.” Seonghwa laughs as he quickly prepares said food. “ I may be rich, but I’m never too good to eat some ramen.”
Wooyoung just sat there and admired him from behind, staring at the expansion of his shoulders and back, not caring if he gets caught at all. But Wooyoung found the strength to tear his eyes away just in enough time for Songhwa to bring both of the bowls back over along with two pairs of chopsticks in his hand. Sitting beside him, he placed them both down him and handed him the chopsticks.
So here was Wooyoung, sitting beside this young and rich CEO, literally slurping up some noodles and having pleasant conversation in between it all. If there was any type of anxiety in Woo’s body, it was completely gone. Wooyoung felt so at ease around this man that he barely knew for a week. As Wooyoung stared at his profile for a minute, still astonished at how he managed to snatch up a man like him, unaware of how obvious he made his staring as Seonghwa took notice and tried to hide his smile.
Finishing the rest of his food, Seonghwa peered over to look at the younger man, who tried to make it seem as if he wasn’t just staring at him. “ If you're finished eating, do you want to sit in the living room and watch something? We both had stressful days, so we can relax some more there.”
“ That’s fine with me.” Wooyoung smiled as Seonghwa cleaned up before they both walked into the spacious living room. They sat down on this charcoal grey sofa as Seonghwa reached for the remote on the table and threw on a random movie that they both agreed on.
Now Wooyoung wouldn’t be complaining about a simple date like this. It was comfortable. It was cozy. It was sweet and he really had no reason to complain about it, especially after the day he had. But Wooyoung, who was cuddled up under Seonghwa with a blanket draped over them, wanted nothing more than to be straddled up on this man’s lap and have his tongue back in his mouth.
He felt like he should be able to, but for some reason he feels like he would maybe get rejected. I mean, he was paying him to spend time with him, so if he wanted to have anything sexual from him, then it wouldn’t be that hard for him to do it.
Would he really care if he initiated any of it?
Wooyoung glanced up to see him focused on the movie they chose, then his eyes drifted down to look at his neck. Unintentionally licking his lips, Wooyoung felt the urge to start some trouble. A smirk reached his face as he shifted closer to him, first to press an innocent kiss to Seonghwa’s cheek, making him smile but not tear his eyes from the screen.
Upset for not gaining his full attention, Wooyoung immediately went closer and brought his lips to his neck, placing soft kisses aimlessly. He heard Seonghwa’s breath hitch but he made no effort to stop him. Seonghwa gave this warning grab to his thigh, still not looking down at him, but Woo wasn’t taking no for an answer.
Woo added a little more heat behind his kisses, letting his tongue swipe out, tempted to add hickies to the man's neck, but he knows better than that. He didn’t want to cause unnecessary attention to the man if he left purple splotches on his neck.
“ I’m assuming you don’t want to watch the movie?” Seonghwa spoke, his voice was tight as he tried his hardest to actually fight the desire building up inside him.
Woo kissed up his neck until he reached his ear, “ I rather occupy myself with something better, Mr. Park.”
Wooyoung nipped at his ear with his teeth before he was flipped onto his back, Seonghwa hovering over him with a piercing gaze.
“ I was trying to be nice and just have a relaxing evening before driving you home, but you just can’t sit still and behave can you?” Seonghwa clicked his tongue, only making Wooyoung smile more.
“ I rarely behave, Mr.Park. That’s something you should by now.” Woo sent him a heated gaze and he could see the flip switch on in his head as he was quickly dragged to his feet and pulled down a hall, nothing but giggles to know that his little antics worked.
Seonghwa opened the door and all but tugged the smaller man inside, shutting the door and pressing his back right against it, caving him between his arms. Wasting not even a second, he placed an intense kiss to Wooyoung’s lips, swallowing the moan that left his throat. Placing his leg between his, rubbing against the growing hard on and pinning his hands above his head with one of his.
Woo’s mind shouldn’t be feeling as foggy as it was with just a kiss, but the power this man had on him was ridiculous.
When Seonghwa pulled away, Wooyoung tried to chase his mouth, but was abruptly stopped as his other hand came up and wrapped itself around his throat. “ Now now, you have to be patient. You didn’t want to behave, so now you’ll have to wait.”
Seonghwa released him, but kept his arms above his head as he stared him down. “ Choose a safe word.”
It took a minute for Woo to realize what he said as his mind raced through his vocabulary as he stared back at him. “ How about Sunrise?”
A smile graced his lips as he leaned forward to press a chaste kiss to his lips, “ That sounds perfect.”
Releasing his hand and pushing him towards the bed, “ Strip.”
He gave no room for a response or argument and it shouldn’t have turned him on as much as it did. So Wooyoung couldn’t help but do as he was told; all underneath his watchful gaze.
His hoodie was on the floor and so was his sweats. The white t-shirt was pulled over his head, fluffing out his brown hair and he slowly slid down his boxers, his eyes matching Seonghwa in a challenge; just to tease him more.
He watched the corner of his lips curl upward, a scoff leaving his throat. “ You still have a defiant look in your eyes.” He reaches forward, grabbing a fist full of Wooyoung’s hair; a whine leaving his throat as he was forced to his knees on the floor.
Seonghwa gave a dry laugh as he used his free hand to undo his belt and quickly pull his pants down, his boxers following suit. “ You love running that mouth of yours, so how about you put it to good use for once hmm?”
He pulled him closer to his cock; the tip pressed against his lips as he watched Wooyoung parted his lips, finally feeling the weight of Seonghwa’s cock in his mouth.
Woo swore that Seonghwa couldn’t be human. There is no way that his cock should be throbbing and aching with neglect just by having him sitting in his throat, but here he was, happily bobbing his head with a lust filled gaze as he felt the tip reach the back of his throat.
“ My baby boy looks so pretty like this.” Seonghwa cooed, his nails scraping gently against his scalp as he pushed him down further into his mouth, loving how greedy the boy seemed to look.
There he goes again with that pet name. Shooting straight down to his groin as he moaned around him, hollowing his cheeks as he swallowed, earning a groan from Seonghwa.
Wooyoung really didn’t know what came over him. He felt like he shouldn’t tear his eyes away from him as his tongue glided on the underside of his cock, making sure to treat the tip well whenever he came back up his length. He felt like he should completely submit to this man, but the damn brat in himself hasn’t completely vanished yet.
He looks up at him, that playful glint back in his eyes as he went to graze his teeth gently against the length, causing a hiss and a tightened grip to his scalp.
“ You still want to play around, don’t you baby boy? It’s okay, I’ll fix that.” He playful says before switching to a normal tone. “ Pinch my thigh if it’s too much for you.”
Despite having his mouth full of cock, he gave a smile. The only indication of it to him was the pull to the corners of his mouth. Knowing very well, that it was his way of saying yes, Seonghwa places his other hand on the side of his head, bucking his forward.
Wooyoung barely had a chance to adjust as he gagged a bit, his nose brushing against the well trimmed patch of hair above his member. Held there as Woo was forced to breath out his nose to breath. Pulling out just slightly, just to push himself back inside at a quick pace.
This was bad.
Wooyoung wasn’t trying to get more turned on by this. Shit he didn’t think it was possible but here he was. Cock twitching from having his face fucked by the most handsome man he has ever seen.
When he pulled away, a whine left Wooyoung’s throat, halfway addicted to the taste of Seonghwa on his tongue. “ Get on the bed.”
Woo rushed on to the soft mattress, the blanket way cooler than his body. He watched him walk towards a dresser, his back facing him as he spoke. “ I’m really glad that we talked about your limits while we were texting and on the phone. I now have a chance to try out some things on you.”
Wooyoung tried to swallow the spit formulating in his sore throat as Seonghwa turned around; handcuffs in his hand, a bottle of lube and a few condoms. But it was the last item that he saw in his hand. A tiny bullet of a vibrator with a remote attached. His belly grew tight as Seonghwa stalked towards the bed.
Standing in front of the smaller man, he instructed him to turn around onto his stomach, hands folded behind his back. Woo heard and felt his arms get trapped behind his back and it only added fuel to the fire in his belly.
His back arched slightly as he felt the cool touch of the lube as it dropped down from his crack, down until it dripped from his balls. Seonghwa leaned over his body, his mouth feverishly placing kisses on his neck as he lifted his hand; fingers rubbing against Wooyoung’s hole until he could feel his body give way as a finger sinked inside.
“ God your so fucking tight.” Seonghwa hissed, feeling the pull from Wooyoung whenever he retracted his finger, just to sink it back inside.
Woo continued to spiral down into pleasure as he could feel Seonghwa stretch him open with another finger, scissoring the boy, all while avoiding his prostate.
Unbeknownst to Woo, he didn’t see Seonghwa reach for the bullet, rubbing any excess lube onto the tiny thing before he reaches back up to slowly push the toy inside him.
A whine left Woo’s throat as he felt the toy slip inside him, nestled deep as Seonghwa subtracted his finger from his hole. He leaned over and grabbed the attached remote before flicking it on it’s first setting, that made Woo’s body buzz. The bullet was close to his prostate but the vibrations still reached it, causing him to moan.
“ Does that feel good baby boy?” Seonghwa spoke into his ear, nipping at it as he trailed his hand forward to reach for his nipples and give a good pinch that made Wooyoung pull at his cuffs from the suddenness.
Seonghwa loved hearing Wooyoung’s voice whenever he adjusted the settings of the toy, enjoying how his whines only made him want to wreck him more.
“Seong..hwa...” Woo moaned, turning his head to look up at the raven haired man before a moan ripped from his throat as the toy slightly touched his prostate. He gathered himself enough to speak, “ Please…”
“ Please what baby? Tell me what you want.” Seonghwa cooed into his ear, undoing his pants and pulling them down, well aware of what the smaller male was begging for.
“...inside.Want you..inside…”
Woo felt sensitive. His body was literally buzzing, his skin felt hot, his throat was parched and the only thing that was on his mind was to have that cock of his deep inside of him. He felt like a bitch in heat; shaking his hips to tempt the man to stop teasing him as if Seonghwa needed any type of encouragement.
“ That’s what you want from me baby boy?”
Woo could not see the wicked smile on Seonghwa’s lips, lathering himself with lube as his tip pressed a kiss to is hole that made him whimper. Woo nodded his head, not realizing Seonghwa’s intentions.
“ With pleasure.”
Seonghwa pushed forward as the tip of his cock went threw the tight ring of his ass, slowly plunging inside until his tip was pressed right against the bullet still inside, fully pushing the toy into Wooyoung’s prostate. Woo’s voice caught in his throat as the older man leaned over and wrapped his arm around his torso, hugging him from behind.
“ You wanted me inside right? How does it feel?” Seonghwa kissed his cheeked, leaning forward to do, causing him to press the bullet harder onto the boy’s prostate, which made a yelp leave his throat. Trying and failing to stop himself from cumming onto his stomachs and the blanket, his inner walls squeezing down Seonghwa’s cock.
“ Aw baby boy, I wasn’t expecting you to cum so fast now. But you know we’re nowhere near done right?” Seonghwa teased as he pulled out and thrusted back inside, making him cry out.
Seonghwa’s thrust was deep and hard. Whenever he would pull out, Wooyoung would try to squeeze down on him and stop him from leaving. When he slammed back in, Hwa quickly became motivated by the signature smacking sounds that would come from it; Woo’s ass bouncing each time he thrusted forward. Seonghwa’s finger would pinch Wooyoung’s nipples once in a while to draw more sounds from him, but man was Wooyoung lost in his own world of pleasure.
Wooyoung was always a vocal lover, but never had he felt like he was this loud before. Maybe it’s because of the large apartment that he was getting fucked silly in because he couldn’t hold anything back even if he wanted to. Seonghwa just knew how to work his body and bring his nerves into overdrive because he felt like he would short circuit. It didn’t help when Seonghwa started to speed up his thrust, the sound of skin slapping echoing off the walls of the bedroom.
Woo’s moans seemed to grow louder; his cuffed hands wishing they could grab onto something, anything that he could use to ground himself from slipping too deep into pleasure with this man. Wooyoung immediately tried to bite into the soft pillow beneath his face, muffling his sounds as he bite down harder.
“ Oh no you don’t.” Seonghwa grunted, his own voice etched with lust.
Pulling both of them up without pulling out, Seonghwa reached between to get rid of the cuffs from Wooyoung’s wrist to place them at his sides. Folding his knees underneath him and with Wooyoung sitting on his legs like a chair, legs spread with his cock rubbing against his stomach, leaking once more. “ I’ll let you do the work baby. Show me how much you want it.” Seonghwa kissed Woo’s face once more as one arm wrapped around his body tight to keep him close; the other one reaching down for the remote to the bullet that’s still buzzing around Wooyoung’s walls.
Hwa turned the settings two times higher; making the vibrations even stronger against his prostate and Woo nearly lost his mind. Nearly.
“Oh god!” The younger yelled, his legs spasmed as he gripped the sides of Seonghwa’s thighs. Feeling a hand tilt his face to the side.
“ Is it too much? We can stop if you want Woo.” Seonghwa’s voice brought some clarity to Wooyoung’s boggled mind before he raised his hips and slammed back down onto Seonghwa’s length, a moan leaving his throat from the suddenness. A giggle left Woo’s throat as he leaned back into his chest. “ I have enough energy for the both of us.”
Seonghwa couldn’t help but chuckle as he watched Wooyoung move his hips repeatedly lift up and down. His legs shook each time he moved on Seonghwa, but his movements never faltered. Seonghwa held him close to his chest, fingers going right back to toying with his pink colored nipples. Seonghwa couldn’t help but add more pink tinted hickies to Wooyoung’s shoulder as Wooyoung’s moans became more high-pitched even more as the bullet shifted inside him again. Wooyoung was gripping onto Seonghwa’s thighs to ground himself as he bounced on Seonghwa’s cock; angling himself to try and get Seonghwa even deeper but failing.
Woo started to sob, not reaching the spots he wanted anymore.
“ You want me to help you baby boy?” Seonghwa asked him, Woo nodding his head as Seonghwa eased him back onto his hands and knees, Seonghwa’s hand grabbing his waist as the other wrapped around his throat to keep him up and steady. Woo’s breath hitched for a moment as he felt Seonghwa pull out to the tip before slamming back inside again; making the boy’s body lurch forward, nearly falling if it wasn’t for Seonghwa’s strong grip.
Woo’s moans became more high-pitched and his eyes were just rolled back into his head as Seonghwa relentlessly pounded into him, unable to keep his own groans quiet anymore. Wooyoung would be lying to himself if he didn’t love the sound of Seonghwa’s moans. His voice was music to his ears and he couldn’t help but get even more turned on. His own hips had started to push back against him, their hips meeting each other each time and it made everything better for them both. Wooyoung could feel another orgasm coming and he tried to say something, but Seonghwa already knew.
“ Just hold on for me baby boy. I’m almost there.” Seonghwa groaned as he couldn’t help but admire the view once more; growling deep in his throat as he watched how Woo would throw himself back without realizing how hot it was to him. Seonghwa could feel the coil his stomach as Wooyoung’s walls squeezed down on him more and the bullet was now starting to rub against his tip and it was turning him on way more than it should have.
Woo whined as he tried to hold himself off for Hwa, his voice desperate and he wanted nothing more to finish at this point because he felt himself getting addicted. Seonghwa was fucking his body too well and Wooyoung was worried about become addicted to not only this man, but becoming obsessed with his cock.
“ Hwa...I- I can’t~” Woo chokes out, his throat raw from his moans and screams as his head hangs down in Seonghwa’s hold.
“ Yes you can baby. Just a little bit more.” Seonghwa leaned forward to turn his head, giving him open mouth kisses that barely swallowed any whines that left Woo’s throat. He reached a hand up holding onto Seonghwa’s forearm, needing something to keep him steady as he tried to fight off his orgasm.
It felt painful. He wanted nothing more than to be good and wait for him like he asked, but with the speed and force that Seonghwa was giving him, it was impossible. He could feel beads of precum leaking from his tip, begging for release as he felt the sporadic feeling of Seonghwa behind him.
“ Feels...too..goo- AH!”
Seonghwa had his arms wrapped around his body, his face resting between his shoulder blades as he rutted deep inside Wooyoung. His brows were knitted together and his bottom lip was stuck between his teeth. So focused on his own release, he unintentionally pressed right onto Woo’s prostate once more and he lost it. His whole body tensed up as his insides convulsed and he let out a weak whine as he came again. The squeeze of Wooyoung’s walls were too much for Seonghwa and with a curse slipping from between his lips, he pulled out and came onto the comforter beneath them.
Seonghwa slowly removed his hand from Wooyoung’s throat before reaching back to turn off the bullet and to gently pull it out of him despite the whine that left Wooyoung’s raw throat. Woo felt his body be gently pushed down to the clean side of the bed, Seonghwa getting up to carefully remove the big comforter so they wouldn’t fall asleep on dirty sheets. He was quick to put them in the hamper and come back to the bed with a new clean and cozy blanket that he placed on the bed, also coming back with two bottles of water. He placed one on the side of the bed where Wooyoung was at as he leaned down and rubbed his back. “ You haven't gone to sleep yet, have you?”
“ I’m up Mr. Park.” Wooyoung jokes, despite his voice barely audible. He reached his arm over to grab the bottle of water, more than welcoming the cool liquid down his throat. He watched Seonghwa walk around the bed to get underneath the covers himself. “ Now wasn’t that better than watching a movie?”
“ I was fine with either of the options, but I am happy with the one I went with.” He smiled, pulling Wooyoung to his chest and he was perfectly fine with it all. “ I didn’t go too far on you, did I?” Seonghwa asked.
“ I didn’t say Sunrise, did I?” Woo had a playful smile on his face and that only made Hwa lean forward and kiss his forehead.
“ You have a point there. I thought I did too much with you and the whole bullet thing.” Seonghwa explained as he unconsciously started to rub the younger man’s back.
“ I never had that happen before, but I must say that it was quite the experience that I enjoyed.” Wooyoung’s eyes glanced down to Seonghwa’s lips before he leaned forward to press a chaste kiss to his lips that he returned.
Wooyoung found himself getting comfortable in his arms, completely forgetting that it was a weekday and that he would have to eventually go home and deal with the stress of work tomorrow. His sigh is what drew Seonghwa’s attention.
“ What’s the matter?” The concerned look on his face made him look adorable, it almost made Wooyoung forget this was the man who literally destroyed his ass a few minutes ago.
“ I have to go home and go to work tomorrow and I don’t feel like it.” Wooyoung threw his head into Seonghwa’s chest and he gave a dramatic sigh, knowing very well that he has to get up soon to leave for his shared home.
“ Then don’t go.”
Woo whipped his head up to look at him, “ What did you say?”
“ I said don’t go. I don’t feel like going to work for once either. If you're capable of calling out then do it. I would prefer your company more than those fools I have to deal with at work. We can both stay here together and then maybe we can do a date in the morning before I take you back home.” Seonghwa offered, propping his head up on his arm as he looked down at Woo.
Wooyoung gave a weak giggle, pulling himself closer to Seonghwa, his body heat slowly covering him along with the blanket as he grew tired.
“ I’m perfectly fine with skipping work with you and we’re on for that date in the morning.” Wooyoung said, a smile that’s genuine on his face, completely forgetting how this was supposed to be a sugar baby/sugar daddy relationship that they have. But here he was, catching feelings for the sweet and sexy man in less than a week.
"Shh sweetie be quiet we don't want to wake up your Mommy before breakfast is ready." You heard your husband's hushed voice from the kitchen followed by your daughter's giggling. Getting out of bed you walked to the kitchen smiling at the sight of your husband and daughter cooking together.
"And how are my two chefs doing this morning?" You asked causing Seonghwa to jump he turned around just as your daughter ran and practically tackled you in a hug her head nuzzling your stomach.
"Mommy! Happy Mommy's day! Daddy and I made you breakfast!" She exclaimed excitedly tugging your shirt so you would follow her to where Seonghwa continued making your favorite breakfast.
"Good morning honey." You grinned kissing his cheek.
"Good morning my love. You were supposed to stay asleep until we brought you breakfast in bed." He pouted. You laughed and kissed his cheek.
"You're both sweet my loves but I think having breakfast down here is just perfect."
all aboard The Perihelion, welcome to the co-pilot’s log system! here you’ll be able to access the crew’s profiles should you wish to read about their journeys:
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“your wings have always existed, all you have to do is fly and fly high for the winds will be at your command”
the other individual that you could pick out from a crowd, especially by his high-pitched laughter
full of charisma and a youthful soul, he attracts all kinds of attention and has trouble reigning in his recklessness at times
Wooyoung is an Alxil-Rolgrie mix who survived on his own in the lower district of Liyutania, the other member of The Perihelion who didn’t really know the meaning of family until his path crossed with the others
[database file: Rolgries are very much human-like beings, only distinguishing features are their strikingly light-coloured hair (that comes in shades of ivory, lilac, silver and/or coral), heterochromatic eyes and slightly translucent pale skin. This is due to their inherent ability to camouflage with their surroundings, like a chameleon, if they so wish to. Alxils are a nomadic sub-group of Dark Elves, preferring to keep to themselves. Having darker hair along with a more ash-grey skin, glowing red eyes and defined elongated ears]
Wooyoung seemingly took on more of his Rolgrie heritage in terms of physical appearance & ability. His hair is of a lilac-coral mix (that resembles the hues of sunset as Yeosang once said), an indigo-coloured left eye & violet-coloured right eye, slight translucent ash skin and the Alxil elongated ears
his camouflaging ability came to him since his youngling years though he didn’t really master it until his adolescence. Used to need all the concentration he could muster just to hold a full blend or to make sure it was the correct blend in the first place but now he could hide his entire self easily with his eyes closed
this has proven to be extremely beneficial for him to make his way around town undetected and a free-‘get-me-out-of-this-mess’-pass
though Yeosang made him pinky promise not to use that during their childhood games of hide-and-seek because he knows Woo would cheat to win
“I would never!”
“…you literally have been standing there all this time and I’ve just walked past you at least 10 rounds making me look like an idiot”
“gotta admit that was pretty fun-OW OK OK!!”
the lower district community did look out for Wooyoung, knowing that the cheeky kid meant well and he was just trying to get through each day at a time
sometimes one of the more empathetic merchants would allow Wooyoung to sleep on a spare rug under their tents, other times young Wooyoung would be lucky enough to find unoccupied shelter on his own to stay the night. Elderly food vendors would drop off extra scraps to make sure he wasn’t going to bed on an empty stomach at least
has had a few rough run-ins with the Uppers that caused him to be defensive by instinct and personally biased towards their aloof, ignorant nature although his view significantly changed after meeting Yeosang
initially he thought the young half-Suva was an oddball because why would an Upper remotely be interested in knowing his name, least of all saving him from face-planting on the ground too?
the warmth he felt on that day was by far something foreign for him to feel especially after how Yeosang complimented his appearance and shared his oshiadilla bun. With the meekest “thank you” Wooyoung marked that day as friendship achievement unlocked
when Yeosang spontaneously invited him over for dinner Wooyoung spent majority of his time just gawking and taking in the sight of the Kangs’ residence, too afraid to touch anything in case he’d accidentally broke it, “is that really a golden fountain in the middle of your courtyard?!”
young Wooyoung got terribly confused as to why there were so many forks, spoons and knives for one person to use at the dining table too
he became a constant around the residence so much so that the Kangs adopted him and it took him a good whole month just to process the fact that he was now a part of a family, he belonged somewhere – Wooyoung would never trade anything in the galaxy for this
the first time Yeosang ever saw Wooyoung cry was when his parents surprised them with their new school uniforms and supplies. His mother helped fitted their uniforms, embracing both her sons closely afterwards and all Wooyoung could think in that moment was damn did it feel good to have a mother’s embrace
it also felt really good to receive Yeosang hugs too, not really knowing just how touch starved he was
academic studies wasn’t really his thing but he did try his best, being street smart was more up his alley, “no matter! Education is important and everyone should have an opportunity for it, so long as you come home knowing something you didn’t know the day before,” were the encouraging words his adoptive parents would give
he holds high respect for Yeosang’s intellect and wouldn’t shy from proclaiming loudly & proudly, “THAT’S MY BEST FRIEND AND OLDER BROTHER!” whenever Yeosang did his thing in the classroom even though he’d earn a forehead flick from a flustered Yeo most of the time afterwards
Yeosang may not be as openly affectionate as Wooyoung is nor show that he actually cares in an obvious manner, but he did make it crystal clear just how important Wooyoung is to him after punching a classmate who had nothing better to do than rudely reiterate the differences between Wooyoung’s ‘kind’ and the rest of them
from that day on Wooyoung swore to have Yeosang’s back, just as much as he had his. He almost cried out of fright that Yeosang had put himself and his reputation on the line to protect him. Ended up crying in bed at the overwhelming gratitude that he felt from receiving the amount of love that he himself still wasn’t sure if he deserved
“don’t you dare think otherwise, and besides the only one who’s allowed to roast you as per sibling’s obligations is me”
before Wooyoung joined The Perihelion as Hongjoong’s fighter/main gunner, he was the up and coming Drifters Arena’s rookie champion in podracing
as a youngling he’s snuck into the Arena a couple of times to watch the races and it wasn’t till years later, for a birthday treat did he return to the Arena (this time purchasing a ticket properly, courtesy of his family). Wooyoung not only found his passion in flying but seem to have a natural flow for it too
he learnt the basics and started practising with the other rookies by having casual races. Effectively catching the attention of a previous retired champion, Redline, who saw potential in Wooyoung albeit his messy improvised manoeuvres and technique solely based on instinct when in race mode
Wooyoung had to get Yeosang to slap him just so he could tell that he wasn’t dreaming when Redline asked if he’d be interested to train under his guidance
“IS THIS THE REAL LIFE OR IS THIS JUST FANTASY?”
“stop being such a drama queen! He’s right there you know?”
more yelling ensued when Redline set Wooyoung up with his very own podracer, a second-hand from the mechanics but reliable enough to still function decently. Over time with his winnings Wooyoung was able to spend it on extra parts and resources to spruce up his beloved baby; Aurora (yes he was very proud of the name he came up with for his podracer)
‘Little Speedstar’ was the nickname that Redline gave him but Wooyoung wouldn’t have it because, “I’M NOT THAT LITTLE”
“no you’re just vertically challenged that or gravity is just against you” Yeosang would snicker in lowkey
to say that it’s stressful watching a podrace would be an understatement according to Yeosang (anything goes in a podrace and racers aren’t conservatives when it comes to playing dirty at times), but it gave him nothing short of pride and joy watching Wooyoung effortlessly dance through the skies and be the first racer to cross the finish line
Wooyoung loved and appreciated seeing Yeosang amongst the crowd, it was a grounding factor for him before every race. What wasn’t a normal occurrence for him though was seeing his best friend being manhandled by an odd bunch of strangers
with post-race adrenaline kicking in and the need to protect strong he didn’t think twice about yelling at the group and power stomping towards them, not stopping even when he thought, “well damn, hello gorgeous” as San stepped defensively in front of Mingi to shield Wooyoung’s attempted swipe at him to get Yeosang back
fortunately over time more trust was established and their bonds were less of a rocky road, if anything Mingi empathised the most with Wooyoung for having similar backgrounds and lack of family in their early years of their lives
the other combo package deal that Hongjoong got with Wooyoung and Yeosang officially joining the crew
Wooyoung adapted fairly well to his new nomadic lifestyle and just when he thought his world couldn’t have grown any bigger, it did; now his family extending to that of the crew (he still dislikes being sent to Hongjoong’s room and will always complain to Seonghwa because, “I’m your favourite son right?”)
San became his go-to whenever he needed to fill his daily quota of affection
the party don’t start till him and Mingi walks in, drinking buddies along with Jongho (Wooyoung has a very soft spot for the youngest) & Yunho. Is openly smug about the fact that he’s got one of the best alcohol tolerance on board
when Jongho installed blasters onto Aurora, Wooyoung had dubbed it the glo-up of the century. Not only could he fly to scout/retrieve/act as a distraction but he could f i g h t now – he could make things explode (chaos levels have increased)
accidentally became the other half of the reason as to why Hongjoong banned any sexytimes on the ship and a sensitive content blocker feature was added in the Yunhogizers after Wooyoung sent a spicy photo to the group chat instead of his private fling
“Mother did NOT raise you this way”
major pouting over having bro privileges revoked but he’s been cooped up making a dozen new starcatchers for Yeosang and also has hijacked Seonghwa’s kitchen to surprise cook dinner for the crew as an apology literally wrestled a Grandu [database file: equivalent to a giant crab, a food delicacy] into the pot to boil and learnt that cutting onions truly is the demise of every being
all in all never forget (1) Wooyoung loves his family, very much (2) anyone who messes with them is sure to become target practice for him
➻ pairing: ??? x fem reader
➻ genre: space au, pirate au, space pirate!ateez, angst, eventual smut
➻ Word Count: 3.6k (not @ me saying i would only write 2-3k words per chapter)
➻ Rating: M
➻ Warnings: language, violence, guns and weaponry, blood, future warnings tba
➻ summary: Sneaking aboard the ship of a renowned space pirate may not have been the best idea, but you’ll have to make do with what fate has handed to you
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mists of celeste
act one ➻ part two
Spending four days trapped in a cramped box in a cargo bay with nothing except for spools of fabric to keep you company is certainly not your definition of a good time. No one would find this dreadful situation fun. To make matters worse, you aren't stuck in a box on just any spaceship. No, your luck would deem it to be the ship of the most notorious and dangerous pirate across the galaxy. Thrilling, no?
No, most certainly not thrilling.
During your time spent in the lovely little box, you have started to notice small bits and pieces of information about the ship you are hiding on. Notably, the crates packed full of food. You've been able to keep a full stomach off that alone, although water has been a bit elusive over the past two days. Now, on the fifth day, you are hoping to get a better source of liquid than you have currently, which is draining the juice from cans and jars of fruit. Attempting to hide the used canisters was only hard the first day you were aboard the Scourge's ship, but now you have a method of placing the used jars in the middle of each crate and covering them with full ones so that it doesn't look suspicious.
People come and go from the cargo bay, but no one stays long. You've noticed that it is the same three people who make rotations through the hold. You haven't been able to catch sight of them since you spend most your time curled in a crate, but the sound of footsteps sounds different each time. Three different patterns and you've had plenty of time to analyze the differences since you do nothing except stare into darkness all the time. It's only ever one person who comes by the cargo bay, those three making the same trek, and that's what helps you keep track of the time.
There are zero indicators of time down here. The lights only turn on when someone enters the bay. No windows in the room either, although that wouldn't serve any purpose because being in space already means having a bad sense of time, but you didn't bring a watch to keep track. Then again, things weren't supposed to go down the way they did. You can't complain too much because if the Scourge and his crew hadn't come through, you would've gotten a bullet in the skull rather than one in your arm.
Today is no different than the last four. You wake up to darkness, and the only reason you know your eyes are even open is because of the feel of your eyelids pressing together. And of course, the searing pain that radiates from your right arm the moment you wake up. You haven't been able to check up on the wound. All your time spent out of the crate is time spent rushing to get food or drink then hurrying back to your same hiding spot. The pain has certainly gotten much worse over the past few days, the bullet still lodged in your flesh, and the blood still oozing out whenever you so much as bump it on the wall of the crate. The weather in the cargo bay is rather hot, no doubt partially due to the stuffiness within your hiding place. Even without the crate though, you would know that the amount of sweat leaking from your forehead and body is unnatural.
Fever. That is the only explanation. Fever, however, means infection, and infection means that the bullet in your arm is only causing more issues as time goes on. If the wound is infected already, then you don't have enough time to remain stuffed in a crate for who knows how long. In other words, you are slowly dying, and it is not your life's goal to be found dead in a storage crate full of fabric.
Perhaps fate is smiling down on you at the moment because today is your lucky day. The door of the cargo bay clicks open, signaling the time for a routine check. It should only take five minutes or so but you are holding your breath out of fear of being caught.
"Hmm… nothing new," a voice calls out. It isn't a familiar one; at least it doesn't sound like the only two you know. No one makes a habit of speaking when they come into the cargo hold, so this is new. "Pretty good at hiding your tracks."
Despite your fever and sweat, you feel cold all of a sudden. Your blood runs cold at the insinuation behind the words. He knows… He knows I'm here. No, wait. He could be talking to someone else. Maybe someone came with him this time? You wait five, ten seconds in the hopes that someone will respond to him but no one does.
"Bloodstains. Drip bloodstains to be specific. I know someone is here. Frankly, you're just lucky that I haven't told Captain yet. If he found out that he had another stowaway, it would be quite awful for you."
There is a pause to his words, a sharp inhale along with a sniff, then footsteps follow. They get louder as the man walks, meaning that he must be walking closer to your crate.
"I can't promise you a quick death." His voice is quieter now but still manages to carry across the room. "But if you're injured… Healer might have mercy on you. At least a little. Captain won't for certain. Lieutenant? Maybe."
Lieutenant… I know that one. The one I fought outside the boarding station. Tall, dark long hair, pretty good at kicking. Seonghwa, was it?
"Captain listens to him a lot more than he should, but a lot less than is kind. Oh, by the way, I'm sure you are wondering who I am. I'm Spectre. When you decide to talk, it would be for the best." His voice rings in your ears. Perhaps it's because of the increasing fever, but the volume of his voice is bringing a sharp pain to your head and adding to the already present ache in your body. "I am a spy and assassin for a reason. Finding people isn't difficult at all for me. Especially considering that there is blood on six crates. Body heat coming from one. Tell me how that adds up for you."
You bite down hard on the tip of your tongue, refusing to give him the pleasure of being right even though you have no way of proving him wrong.
"Alright then, stay quiet. I'll be back later with some food. Maybe you'll want to talk then, if you're done stealing food from the crates down here. I won't bring the healer though, that can wait for when you're ready to cooperate." Again, the man pauses. More footsteps follow, but this time they grow quieter as he moves. "I know you've been in that crate for at least four days now, meaning that whatever injury you have is either already infected or about to be. You don't have the proper medical equipment down her to take care of it, so that's the only logical explanation."
You reach around your arm and dab at the wound with two fingers. It's hot to the touch, and more than a little sensitive. The pain surges through your arm despite only touching one small spot. He's right.
"In less than three days, the infection will spread to the rest of your body, and you won't live much longer. Unless you want to be found dead in a crate, which I'm sure you don't, you ought to just get out."
You laugh to yourself upon hearing his words. It's as though he can read my mind. Pressing your head back against the fabric under you, you dip one finger into the wound and dig around in attempts to find the bullet. The action hurts like hell but serves its purpose when your finger brushes over something slick and round. You pull your finger out, rubbing it across your shirt. He has a point though. I don't want to be found dead in a box because of a shitty shot from a scared old man. You grumble under your breath, eyes rolling back as you realize the predicament you're stuck in, then shove upwards with your left shoulder. The lid of the crate rattles and comes loose. You roll out of the box, suffering a rather harsh landing. Luckily, you land on your left shoulder rather than your right. Glancing up from the floor, you search for the man in the cargo bay. He stands near the edge of the room, close to the door, and faces you with arms crossed over his chest.
You recognize him but only barely. The fever is messing with your vision, he's a blurry form before you, but clear enough for you to see cat eyes and a captivating smile. Him… It’s the man who was staring you down on the bridge when they boarded. You hoist yourself to your feet, pulling yourself up to be more at eye level with the man. You glance over his form and features. He bears dark hair, practically black in the blurry light, aside from a single strip of blinding white hair at the front of his head. His eyes immediately move for your injured arm.
"So I was right." His voice lilts through the air. "You're bleeding quite a bit. It's soaked through your clothes. You must be weak from not eating or drinking well for the past four days at least. I don't need to be Healer to know that."
You refuse to speak; instead, you glare at the man.
"Listen, I actually don't want to see Captain kill another person after the last ship he massacred." He takes a few steps forward, hands falling down by his sides. "I can get you healed… I can get you healed and off the ship before Captain notices. Just – You just have to cooperate." You stumble forward with shaky steps but still manage to come within a couple feet of him. You spit on his feet. A small smile rises to your lips after the action, and you laugh to yourself. The man scowls down at you. "Well, I'm regretting niceties about now. Just follow me if you want help. If not, you can crawl back into your crate and die. How does that work for you?"
Again you neglect to respond. The man, Spectre as he called himself, doesn't wait for an answer though; he turns on his heel and walks out the cargo bay, leaving you to play catch up. You trail after him in silence. Walking in and of itself is a serious struggle, legs weak and shaky from the lack of use over the past few days, as well as from the fever controlling your body at the moment. Your right hand reaches for your gun holster out of pure instinct, despite the pain radiating from that arm. You hiss as a particularly sharp stab of pain shoots through the limb, and the man is quick to comment on it.
"Oh? So you aren't mute after all. At least you can make some amount of noise."
Gritting your teeth, you bite back the next hiss as you continue to reach for your weapon.
"Don't."
Your fingers hesitate at the grip.
"Don't strain yourself trying to shoot me. It wouldn't work even if you weren't injured so just leave it. You can't win like this. It's pointless really so, please. Please just save us both the trouble."
As much as you hate to admit it, he has another valid point. Even if you do shoot him, you still have nowhere to go. Stuck on the ship of a pirate in the middle of space with no idea where you are or where you’re going. Not doing anything happens to be the best option.
You stumble, tripping over your own feet yet somehow still managing to stay standing. Spectre looks back at you, no doubt hearing the clunk and thud of your feet. You attempt to glare at him, seem intimidating in some way, or even just block out the sight of his form before you. Instead, you heave and fall forward. Vomit leaves your lips before you can think twice or feel the action. Red decorates the pool of vomit beneath you, along with bile and the remnants of food you ate the night before. Spectre rushes for you, arms outstretched to try to catch you before you land in the pile, but he doesn't move quite fast enough. Your chin collides with the floor, directly atop the vomit.
"Oh, gross," he mutters more to himself than to you. "Your infection must be worse than I imagined. That's an unnatural amount of blood in your puke. Unless you have a tendency to throw up blood for fun, that is. Highly doubt that though."
"Ju-ust leave me," you stammer. Using your hands to push up off the ground, you sit up straight with the help of the man on your left. "Let me die."
"You talk after all." He earns a half-hearted and weak scowl from you for that remark. It's enough to shut his smartass remarks up and make him answer you though. "I won't leave you to die. Healer is just down the corridor. You'll be just fine." He loops an arm under yours and slides it across your back to support you as he gets you back to your feet.
"Wh… Why all this – this effort?" You inquire. The floor under your gaze is getting progressively more blurry, black invades the edges of your vision, and soon you will be falling unconscious. Still, you try your best to stay awake long enough to hear his response.
"Fuck. Fuck." Not quite the answer you were expecting or hoping for. "Captain—" That's the last word you hear before slipping into unconsciousness.
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Waking up is a painful effort. Voices boom around you, loud and intrusive on your rest, along with an invasion of bright white lights. You squeeze your eyes further shut as though it will help. The voices – one familiar and another new one – maintain their raucous volume. You crack an eye open, glancing around the new surroundings, and find yourself surrounded by white. The whole room is covered in it: the walls, floor, ceiling, beds, cabinets, everything. This must be the Healer's room as Spectre mentioned, which would mean you're in a med bay. Over at the right wall, Spectre stands with his arms over his chest and glaring forward at the source of all the yelling. You follow his line of sight.
There stands the Scourge of the Black Sea, Captain, Kim Hongjoong, whichever name is most fitting, it doesn't matter. Another man is with him. He's tall, almost ridiculously so next to Hongjoong, and he bears dark brown hair with gentle features despite his yelling. Soft, gentle, kind – he looks a typical doctor. You bring your gaze back to Spectre, who notices the movement of your head and makes eye contact with you.
"Healer and Captain," he mouths. You nod at his words, a mere confirmation of what you already suspected. The action feels strange and foreign, and there is a weird crackling sensation that dances across your face when you move your head. You bring a hand to your face only to find a film across it. It's the dried-up remains of your blood and vomit, no doubt. How nice that no one decided to clean it up. Spectre notices your movements. He drops his arms and moves for one of the sinks in the room, snatching up a rag and bringing it over to the bed you're on. You take it from him with a small smile of gratitude then get to work on rubbing your face down. The yelling around you continues.
"Captain, please. I'm asking for just a bit of time to heal her."
"No. Absolutely not. Especially not someone in that fucking uniform." You glance down at your clothes, trying to figure out what he means by that, but you are no longer wearing your previous clothes. You've been stripped down to your underwear – well not all the way down to that, but down to the plain white shirt you were wearing underneath your uniform along with the unadorned navy military pants that match the top. Military. Ah yes, the thing he hates the most.
"Spare her. It's one person, Captain."
"I don't have space for any more stowaways. I had one and that's all I'm going to have. I won't waste valuable supplies on her, especially if she's military."
"You just ransacked and massacred an entire ship's worth of people and stole the supplies!" The healer argues, hands coming up to accentuate his words. "She either dies by my hand because I fail to save her or you float her in space."
"I'll put a bullet between her eyes before she floats."
"Please Hongjoong. Please have mercy on one person."
"Mercy doesn't get anyone anywhere."
"I can save her. It's my job to heal people, and I'll be damned if I can't do it."
"How about I solve the problem and put another bullet in her right now?" Hongjoong snarls, hand going for the pistol holstered at his thigh. He pulls it out, and all of a sudden, you're staring down the barrel of his gun. You don’t have time to react, barely enough time to blink. Then, a wall of brown. The healer steps in front of you, blocking your line of sight with Hongjoong.
"Give her a chance. Give me a chance, or give yourself a chance, for fuck's sake. It might surprise you."
"48 hours," the captain states as he pulls his pistol back. "Fix her in that amount of time. If she's not better by then, you get to put the bullet in her yourself."
"No! Hongj—Captain, no, that's not nearly enough time to treat and gauge the recovery of an infection of her degree."
"And now you're down to 47 hours. Best work quickly, Yunho." Hongjoong holsters his weapon then leaves the room without another word. Silence overtakes the room for a few moments. The healer rushes into action once the door slides shut behind Hongjoong. He hurries over to the cabinets, yanking them open and rifling through them as though his life – well yours really – depends on it.
"San," he calls over his shoulder. You're confused for a second, then the man who gave you the rag moves.
"Yes?"
"Fetch a bottle of vodka and something to bite down on."
Spectre moves with the same amount of haste that the healer is. He heads out the door Hongjoong left through, leaving you alone with the tall healer.
"Tweezers, needles, antiseptic, gauze, lots of gauze," he mutters to himself. The healer walks from cabinet to cabinet, gathering more supplies as he moves, and once he has an armful of items, he makes his way to your bedside. "Hi."
He plops down on a stool you didn't even notice, scooting closer to you before dropping the items on the bed. He sorts them with quick and deft fingers. Each one finds a new home on a table nearby as the healer goes through them. Once they have all made their way to the table, the man looks up at you. Well, more like down since he's tall even while sitting down, but that's beside the point.
"My name is Yunho, I'm the healer here on The Horizon. I apologize for that shouting match you had to wake up to and witness." He reaches around you, picking up the cloth Spectre gave you earlier. He gently wipes at your face and scrubs at the spots you missed. "If I had more time, I would give you anesthesia. I'm worried that you may not be back to normal functioning if I give you the anesthesia now. Everyone's body reacts differently to it. We'll make do with it though. What's your dominant hand?"
You respond with your head, nodding towards your injured arm.
"Well, that complicates things quite a bit." Yunho sighs and leans back. One hand finds his hair, running through it and messing with the waves. "An infection like yours is going to take days if not weeks to fully heal. The muscle is damaged no doubt, as well as a potential fracture on the bone thanks to the pressure of the bullet. Since there's no exit wound, the bullet is obviously still in your arm, but I'm sure you knew that already. The infection is already causing fever in your body and weakening your system which means that until we get rid of it, your body will heal itself at a slower rate. Is this all making sense?"
"Y-Yea," you murmur back, nodding along with his words.
"Okay good. You can talk, that’s a good sign. Eh, actually maybe not. We’ll see. The issue with this whole situation is this: Hongjoong – Captain, I mean, will most likely have you shoot a gun to prove that you're alright. Unless you happen to be ambidextrous when it comes to shooting, that could be a problem, no?"
"Just… get me well enough to shoot then." Yunho raises a brow at your words. "If all I need to do is fire a gun, then we don't need to worry about anything else."
"So you're not ambidextrous then," Yunho laughs at his own comment. The door to the med bay slides open again, and Spectre steps back through with items in hand. A tall bottle of clear liquid and what looks to be a belt folded in half. "Ah, San, you're back!"
"Bottle of vodka—" he passes the bottle to Yunho, "—and a belt to bite down on. It's the best we have on hand.
"It'll do." Yunho pops the cap off the alcohol and gulps down a large amount before setting it on the table with his other supplies. He clears his throat, stands up, and grins down at you. "Alright, let's get started then."
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➻ pairing: ??? x fem reader
➻ genre: space au, pirate au, space pirate!ateez, angst, eventual smut
➻ Word Count: 4.5k
➻ Rating: M
➻ Warnings: language, violence, guns and weaponry, blood, future warnings tba
➻ summary: Sneaking aboard the ship of a renowned space pirate may not have been the best idea, but you’ll have to make do with what fate has handed to you
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mists of celeste
act one ➻ part one
"You said that you're with the military? I don't recall the military having ships as small as yours." If possible, your eyes would roll all the way back in your head at the man's comment. Instead, you plaster a smile on your lips, gaze flitting around the bridge as you do.
"Yes, Ambassador Salvadore. They sent me on a transport ship, as I am here to relieve the captain of his duties—"
"That is not necessary, Miss."
"—on military orders, Ambassador." Your grin continues to stretch as you gauge the state of the bridge. It is severely lacking in terms of soldiers, which is good for you on multiple fronts, but the ambassador before you is proving to be more difficult than you first anticipated.
"Well, that is quite unfortunate then, seeing as I will never have a woman command my ship even if on supposed "military orders". Which division did you say you were from?" The ambassador is too much of a skeptic; he must be old enough to have witnessed – perhaps even taken part in – the First Military Revolt in 2143 when the first female Fleet Admiral was inaugurated, but you don't have time to argue politics with an old man.
"I'm afraid you don't have a choice, Ambassador. It's military orders, whether you like it or not. We are beyond the days of sexist remarks about women commandeering ships, are we not?" You bite out. The smile on your lips falters a bit, and the older man's gaze hardens on you.
"Where are your papers? I need proof of your purpose here, as well as a written record of your orders."
One hand slips down your thigh, brushing the holster where your pistol sits, but you bring it back up upon second thought.
"Papers were not given, sir. The HMS Revenge is less than 50 thousand megameters from Eros and as such, my commander did not think it necessary to send me out with papers." You bring your hands behind your back to resist the urge of putting a bullet between the ambassador's eyes, clasping them tightly and glaring at the grey-haired man before you. Whether he believes your words or not is unimportant, because he can't seem to stay focused on the topic at hand anyways.
"Where is your seal? What rank are you? Your division? The name of your commander so that I can have a word with him once we dock on Eros again?"
"I am wearing my seal, sir, along with my uniform. As for your other questions, I believe that if it were a man standing before you, you would ask nothing of him, Ambassador. Thus I do not feel inclined to answer any of your questions." The old man's eyes rake over your form, and once again, you feel your fingers itching to reach for your pistol as he stares. Biting down hard on the tip of your tongue, you push the desire back and grin back at the man. The uniform you're currently wearing fits awkwardly – baggy at the shoulders and waist, along with sleeves that keep falling past your wrists when you let go of them, and overall it's a bit obvious that the uniform did not originally belong to you. The excuse you can think of on the spot is that you were given a recycled uniform, but considering how stubborn and skeptical Ambassador Salvadore is, you don't think you'll be able to slip through with that lie.
"Your uniform looks like it was taken from the garbage," the man states, confirming your concerns. You sigh then open your mouth to retort but he cuts you off before you have the chance. "You are one soddy excuse for a pirate, girl. One woman against an entire crew? A fool's errand if anything. Not at all some grand heist."
"I am not a pirate," you spit back between gritted teeth. "I am merely here on military business. Nothing more, nothing less."
"You see, Miss, that is actually not true. You cannot be here on military business because I would've been informed beforehand. No one elected to inform me of a change in the captainship, however. Thus, you must either be a pirate of another sort of criminal." The man takes a few steps forward, risking to be within a couple feet of you now, and you note the lack of weapon on him. He walks with a slight limp, no doubt a bummed knee from early military days that he never had surgery on, and his left foot drags a bit along the floor as he walks over. "Besides, your face looks quite familiar, Miss. Have I seen you on a bounty paper before?"
"I highly doubt that," you whisper. Eyes dare to meet yours, and you pass a sinister smirk his way before uttering your next words. "I make a note to not leave anyone alive once they've seen me." His eyes widen.
"Grab her!"
You bring your hand to your holster with the intention to use the weapon this time, but somehow the man is quicker. Well, his men are quicker. One comes from behind you – the guard who brought you to the bridge when you boarded – and another comes from your right, grabbing your arm before you have the chance to pull out your gun.
"Cute trap, ambassador. Think of it all by yourself?"
"In fact, I did. Didn't take much thought since all pirates are the same."
"This is a mistake, ambassador. You really don't want to be doing this, I promise. And I'll remind you again: I am not a pirate." You don't waste your time struggling against the grip of the men around your arms. Instead, you glare at the old man in front of you as though it'll get you out of this predicament faster. You get what you asked for, just not in the way you were wanting or expecting. The cool touch of a gun barrel finds your temple.
"Then you're a fugitive. Or a criminal. A pirate is no different. You all bleed the same, so there's no point in making useless distinctions."
"You bleed the same too, ambassador."
"Kill her."
You brace yourself for the worst, hoping at least for a swift and painless death, but it doesn't come right away. The ground quakes underneath you, then everything jerks for a moment. In a split second, the lights dim and flash red, sirens begin to wail throughout the bridge, and you spot the captain scrambling to return to his post. The ship wobbles, and as it does, your captors lose their balance. You seize the moment, yanking your limbs from their grasp and slamming the back of your head against the man behind you. A sickening crunch follows along with a scream of pain. The man on your left is already beginning to recover his balance so you have to work fast and swing your elbow against his jugular before he can fire his gun. He crumples under the attack and clutches at his throat while you swing around to deliver a similar blow to the soldier behind you as well.
"Captain, report! What is happening?" The ambassador yells, scampering back as you grab the gun from the man beside you.
"I can answer that for you," you huff. Your chest heaves from the sudden burst of exertion, and you rise to your feet slowly. The ship lurches again, sending the crew careening backward, but you steady yourself by ducking down. "You're being boarded by actual pirates. And in my time in the black seas, I've only seen one crew use this boarding tactic."
"Who? Tell me now, girl!"
"Give me control of the ship now or you're not getting out of this mess alive," you say, taking several steps towards the ambassador.
"Absolutely not. I would rather see this ship blown to pieces before she falls into the hands of a pirate."
"She'll be in the hands of a pirate regardless!" You argue, and your tone grows incredulous when the old man glares at you.
"They're pirates. They don't stand a chance against soldiers from the Royal Military," he sneers before turning on his heel and walking towards the captain.
"Holy fuck… it's the Scourge of the Black Sea." It's another crew member who mutters the words, gun no longer aimed at you but just past your shoulder, and you whip upon hearing the name. You had seen the Scourge's file many many times, yet none of the pictures included in it were accurate in the slightest now that you are face to face with the man.
Kim Hongjoong, barely older than you yet still the most notorious pirate in the galaxy. Scourge of the Black Sea, a moniker that serves him well, but seeing him before you now changes that. First of all, he's not nearly as tall as you pictured him to be. The files never shared details about his height or hair color or anything like that, but you somewhat expected the infamous Scourge of the Black Sea to be of intimidating height; however, the three men standing around him are all taller than him, although not by a drastic amount. Still, you weren't expecting the man to look as young as he does. Someone with a track record like his surely would seem much older than his profile depicts him to be. You can't call him out for his age since you are younger than him yourself but after years of expectations about what this infamous pirate would be like, you feel a bit let down. His gaze is piercing and harsh, but a gleam in his eyes shelters playfulness. Behind that sharp gaze lies dark eyes, so dark they almost seem black from the angle you're standing at. Beyond that though, you don't find yourself scared at the sight of him at all.
He doesn't look your way, in fact, he glances past you as though you don't exist. Someone else is looking directly at you, however, and it's his gaze that redirects your focus. You don't recognize him – or the other two men with the Scourge for that matter – but he has distinct features. Cat-like eyes, upturned and wide, alongside a captivating smile that's a bit too bright for your liking. His grin is strange, but hair even stranger – a solid head of black except for one section at the front of his head cut out like a slice of pure white strands. His gaze doesn't falter, remaining locked on yours as you continue to analyze him. It's almost as though he seems to know you and who you are, a knowing quirk in his expression.
"More fucking pirates on my ship!"
You maintain a stare with the man beside the Scourge rather than turning to look back at the ambassador again.
"Now, now..." Hongjoong cuts through the terse silence across the bridge, voice booming throughout the room with little effort. He takes one, then two steps forward, the jacket around his shoulders sweeping back with the movement. It's only two steps, and yet you feel the intimidating aura radiating off of the man in those small movements. "All I want is what's in the cargo hold. Give me what I want, and I'll spare your men."
"Open fire soldiers!"
"I guess we're gonna do this the hard way then," Hongjoong mutters as the soldiers scattered throughout the bridge raise their weapons. That's your cue to duck out of the way. As fascinating as the boy with cat-like features may be, you would rather not be riddled with bullets because you were too focused on staring at him. You have no doubts that the Scourge would shoot right through you, and you're going to have to move fast to get what you're wanting without trouble from him. You push forward, running directly at a soldier off to your left, then the gunfire begins to ring in your ears along with the alarm.
It doesn't take much effort to wrestle the gun from its owner. One swift kick to the side of his knee and a fist to his nose suffices, and the weapon falls into your hands. You slam the butt of the gun against his cheekbone, not waiting for him to fall to the floor before you're pushing past him to get into the captain's cabin.
"Fucking hell," you curse under your breath when the door snaps shut behind you.
Gunfire and alarms still ring outside the door. You aren't sure how long the gunfire is going to last, but your getaway ship leaves when it's over meaning that you need to move quickly. Papers are strewn all across the captain's desk, but the ones you're looking for won't be lying about. You drop the rifle to the desk and squat down to be eye level with the drawers, clicking the first open.
"Where are you?" You mutter to yourself as you file through the mess in the drawers. Digging to the back, your fingers close around a bundle of papers. You yank them forward, seeing a neat red ribbon tied around the middle along with a wax seal placed directly over the thread. It bears the Royal Insignia of Eros. You sigh at the sight, one finger trails over the ridges of the wax, and you read the words across the front to yourself. "Papers of Free Travel and Safe Conduct. Signed by the king." A small, raspy laugh escapes your lips. Despite the chaos of gunfire and alarms blaring around you, you can't help but feel a wave of calm wash over you.
"Put the papers down, pirate." You glance up, eyes fixating on the door, and spot the ambassador glaring you down. You tuck the letters into your shirt, your free hand gliding across the desk to grab for the rifle you set down.
"Sorry old man. I'm leaving with these papers. It doesn't matter whether you're dead or alive to me." You lift the rifle and point it at the man's head without hesitation. "Cross me, Ambassador Salvadore. You won't live to see the end of it."
"The papers or your life," he spits back, shakily lifting his own pistol. Perhaps you were wrong about his endeavors in the military previously, or maybe he's just that terrified of you.
"Did you misunderstand me? Step aside. The pirates with the Scourge already killed all your men, didn't they? My guess is they're on the way to the cargo hold and plan to kill every soldier along the way. Do you want to join the corpses?" You let the gun slip down a little. The ambassador quakes under your movements but shakes his head once you finish speaking. "Then step aside."
He does as told, moving away from the door as you keep your gun trained on him. You don't dare look away from him, too wary of him being trigger happy or trying to jump you once you get closer to the door. The cool touch of metal hits your back, and you feel around for the touchpad beside the door.
"Why are you doing this?" He asks once you lower your gun.
"I want my freedom. I don't care what I have to do to get it."
"So you're going to kill me anyway then?"
"No. I'll leave that for the Scourge. They say he doesn't take prisoners." You turn away, slamming your palm against the door control. As it slides open, you pass one last glance to your dear ambassador. Eyes stretch wide as he lifts his pistol again, and you're forced to duck away as best you can. Either you're too slow or he's too quick. The resounding echo of a pistol shot follows, and you barely register that you've just been hit until a burning sensation sears through your right arm. If not for the adrenaline coursing through your veins, you would be crumpled on the ground in pain. It's a good thing for that too because you don't have much time to sneak aboard your getaway ship.
The ambassador doesn't follow you out, and you don't stop to check your wound before darting after the trail of dead bodies.
"Shit shit shit," you hiss under your breath. Warm blood begins to trickle down your arm, making the fabric of your ill-fitting uniform cling to your skin. If your studies of Kim Hongjoong's tactics are correct, he should've docked his ship along the corridor to the ballistics bay, and your studies must be accurate because there is one living person near the end of the corridor. Guarding the docking station. With a gun. Just your luck.
"Hongjoong, there's a—" You chuck your rifle at him, catching the man off guard, and he stumbles back to dodge your weak attack. Killing him would be foolish and far too suspicious, but you're doomed in hand to hand combat with a gunshot wound in your dominant arm. "Fuck. There's a girl here, she's—" You cut him off again, sweeping a foot under his and bringing him to the floor. His gun clatters to the side. You bring your left hand down in attempts to punch him, but he catches you by the wrist before you can make contact. The fabric of your sleeve slides a bit, you panic, and with frantic movements, you try to pull out of his grasp. The two of you freeze where you are and merely stare at each other for a moment. Then he grabs for his gun again, whipping a leg up to rail you in the side. You hiss at the impact but manage to kick his gun away before he can grab hold of it.
"Seonghwa? Seonghwa, repeat." The voice comes from the man's form, no doubt the wristband that glows as the audio comes through. You scramble for your pistol, crying out in pain as your muscles flex at the spot of your wound, but manage to bring the butt of the gun against the man's temple before he has the chance to respond to his captain. "Seonghwa. Are you there? I repeat, are you there?"
You sit up, a slight stumble in your steps as you get back to your feet. The man – Seonghwa, most likely – doesn't move, but you can see the staggered rhythm of his breaths as his chest heaves. He'll get away with a headache and minor concussion at best, which is better than being dead for certain.
"Shit." The voice crackles through Seonghwa's wristband, and you can barely hear it over the still-blaring alarms in the ship. "Yeosang, come in. Go check up on Seonghwa. Kill anyone in your way. We aren't here to make friends." You step over the man's unconscious body, glancing into the ship on the other side.
"Cargo bay, cargo bay. Surely you have signs on your ship, Scourge," you mutter as you step onto the foreign spaceship. "Can't be much different than a military ship, right?" You slip your pistol back into its holster, right hand still dancing over the grip despite the pain radiating from that arm. The adrenaline is beginning to wear off, and the more you walk the more you feel the pain. Thankfully, the ship is smaller than anticipated. It's only a short trip to reach the cargo bay, no elevators either, which surprises you. You had initially imagined that the infamous Scourge of the Black Sea would have a ship that's a bit more difficult to sneak onto and carry stowaways, but perhaps you overestimated him.
The cargo bay is littered with boxes. Some are stacked all the way to the ceiling, while others remain strewn about, all evenly spaced. Despite the volume of boxes, there isn't much space left in the bay. No doubt, they'll decide to make port on one of the trading planets soon to sell off all the stolen cargo, meaning that you'll be able to escape then. Hopefully with relative ease too because otherwise, you're going to be trapped on the ship of one of the most merciless pirates in the galaxy.
Slipping between the rows of boxes, your gaze trails over each label. Guns, ammunition, meats, produce, textiles, spices, crafting tools – there seems to be a box for every object in existence. You pause beside a box labeled fabrics and thumb at the clasps, clicking them open to reveal the contents. It's only about half full of spools, more than plenty enough room for you to fit inside, and it would be marginally more comfortable than a crate full of guns. You glance around the cargo bay first, eyes scanning the walls and ceiling for any signs of cameras before you duck into the crate.
It's a tight fit, a bit too cramped for comfort, but of course, comfort isn't a luxury you can afford to bitch about at the moment. The searing pain radiating from your right arm is a bigger concern, especially considering that it is getting worse and worse with each passing moment. You bring a finger to your arm, feeling around for an exit wound on the opposite side; however, you can't find one despite all your prodding. Meaning that the bullet is still lodged in your arm.
"Fucking shit," you curse under your breath. Your arm falls to the bed of fabrics limply. One fucking ambassador with a shaky hand is not going to send you to your grave because of a damn bullet in your arm, and you'd sooner tear the bullet out with your own fingers.
"Deliver the boxes here!" The sudden intrusion of voices stops your fingers from reaching for the wound, however, and you instead press your left palm over the wound in attempts to slow the bleeding. "If you're done getting beat up by soldiers, that is." The voice no doubt belongs to the Scourge, but the next one is less familiar.
"She wasn't a fucking soldier. I told you that." A grunt follows along with the thud of something heavy. It takes a few moments for you to realize that the "she" is, in fact, you, and the person Hongjoong is speaking to must be the man you clobbered at the docking station. "No way she was military. She had a uniform but when we were fighting, I caught her arm and there were chains branded on the inside of her wrist." Your eyes widen despite only seeing darkness around you. Subconsciously, you tighten your grip around your wound, the image of chains branded onto your skin the only thing you can see.
"You still got your ass handed to you."
"Yeah well, maybe she ought to join the crew since she's able to kick my ass."
"Why would a military traitor be of any use to me?" Silence answers the question, and Hongjoong continues speaking, his clear voice ringing loudly in your ears as though he's right next to you. "Who says that military traitor won't betray me too?"
"I don't recall you saying that about our dear Royal Betrayer when he joined the crew. Besides, a prejudice against the military does not equal a prejudice against any sort of leadership."
"Oh, is that so? Would you like to go back onto that ship and get her? If you're so adamant about her joining my crew, why don't you do that?"
"No sir. I wouldn't like to do that. I am merely trying to be logical. We've lost over half our crew in the past two months, either due to death or desertion. Hongjoong, you really need to consider bringing mo—"
"You need to consider your position on this ship," Hongjoong cuts in, voice dropping in volume and turning to venom. "You are Lieutenant, not Captain. I am the Captain. Is that not clear?"
"Crystal clear."
"I will consider bringing more crewmates in when I deem it necessary. Understood?"
"Yes, Captain. It was merely a suggestion. Nothing else." Quiet falls between the men, air so tense you could cut it with a knife even from your position in this crate. "What of the survivors, Captain?"
"Kill them all. Destroy the ship as well. I don't want to see a single trace of the HMS Revenge. We got what we needed. Nothing else matters."
You shift and twist in the crate, trying to adjust into a more comfortable position only to slam your arm against the side of the wood. A sharp hiss escapes your lips before you can stop it. Teeth sink into your lower lip as you attempt to contain the sound but the damage is already done.
There's silence outside the crate.
Your heart thrums loud, erratic beats against your eardrums.
Two seconds meld into five, then ten seconds pass in silence. You hear no sounds of movement, no scraping of shoes or thumps of boots.
"You don't have to do this, Hongjoong," the second voice speaks at last. "As you said, we got what we needed. We can just leave now."
"I do have to do this, Seonghwa. If I don't kill a man every now and then, no one fears me."
"What of the trail of corpses aboard that ship right now? Is that not enough fear for you? Do you think their families and friends wait at home afraid of you?”
"I gave you an order, Lieutenant."
"Yes, Captain." Footsteps resound, the clanking of boots against metal flooring, and the sound grows fainter until you can't hear anything except the thud of your heartbeat in your ears and the rasps of your breath. You don't risk lifting the lid of the crate yet, not until you're absolutely certain that the two men have left the cargo hold. You lie in the darkness, listening to nothing except the faint sounds of your own breathing for god knows how long.
When you finally creak the lid open, there is only more darkness surrounding you. The lights throughout the cargo bay are dimmed, leaving you to feel your way around the crate to little avail. The blood on your hand has grown sticky from the length of time you've been lying there but at least the steady flow of blood has subsided to a slow trickle. You grab at one of the spools of fabric in your new home. Tearing a long strip of the material off, you try your best to bandage the wound without being able to see it or have both hands to do so. It's awkward and shitty, no doubt barely a knot keeping it together, but it's just enough pressure to alleviate some of the blood flow.
The steady loss of blood has left you dizzy. You crawl back into the crawl with heavy limbs, barely able to close the lid back just enough so that you can still breathe some fresh air. Time seems to stretch on forever, the darkness simultaneously keeping you up and helping you fall into slumber. You finally slip into sleep between the throbbing pain in your right arm and the stinging memory of a hot brand being pressed against the inside of your left wrist, along with the words "filthy fucking traitor". You fall asleep with one hand resting over the place where you tucked the stolen papers into your shirt, the folds of the letters easing your worries enough to let you sleep.
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The blood that fell on the snow was even more intense, with the right hand holding the wound that had been inflicted, while the other was resting on the stone wall that was on the side, looking for some hold to balance. She had run away from the inn where she worked, because a group of men, the same who was now following her, had gone too far, ending up stabbing the poor girl, who at that moment was trying to remain clear.
Someone pulled her back, enough to make her drop on the snow. The contact with the snow made her eyes widen, she turned with her belly underneath and, with the strength that was left, she tried to crawl away from them, but with poor results, since one of the men took her ankle, dragging it towards them, laughing to crack skin.
<< Come on bitch! >> she felt an absurd pain, when a hand sank into her hair and pulled her head back.
<< Leave me alone! >> she shouted with all the breath she had.
She felt the callused hands of the men touch her whole body from above the dress, only screams came out of her mouth, while salty tears streaked her cheeks. As soon as she felt the cold hit her back, she understood that no one would save her by now, but she could not help but scream in tears when she felt a tongue run over her back. When she thought she was gone, she heard footsteps approaching.
<< What's going on here? >> a male voice reached her ears.
<< It's none of your business, >> said one of them raising her bust and making her turn towards the new group of arrivals: << Unless you want to have fun too >>.
As soon as she met her gaze with one of the boys, she felt a strange warmth in her chest.
The boy widened his eyes and looked maliciously at the man who clutched her hair.
<< If I were you I would leave her hair >> said the tallest.
Areum, as soon as the man let go of her hair, fell forward breathing heavily. She had lost too much blood and the cold wasn't helping her. She knew she was dying.
Meanwhile, while the girl was slowly dying, the men who had surrounded her were suffering more than ever. Those young boys were killing them slowly.
Areum, having blurred vision and ears whistling, did not know if the arm that was a few meters from her face or the chilling screams that she heard in the background were the result of her fantasy or reality.
After how long it is not known, she heard someone lift her, turning her towards the boy.
<< Heck, you're bleeding a lot ... >>
One of the tall boys moved her hair away from her face, trying to look her better in the eyes.
<< Hongjoong ... why did we meet her right now? >> he whispered stroking her cheek.
<< I do not know why right now, when we have been looking for her for centuries >> he said stroking her cheek, feeling how cold her skin was.
A small lament came out of Areum's lips when the pain in her chest increased, causing her to close her eyes.
<< Do not move, you will make things worse and you will suffer even more >> said a figure at her side.
She turned her head slightly and to her left saw the most beautiful man she had ever seen in her 20 years of life. He had shoulder-length black hair, black eyes and a sweet smile. Instead of the duramagi * he wore a dark blue Hanfu *, which at the movement of his left leg uncovered his entire leg, showing off a tattoo, depicting a dragon, covering his thigh.
<< Are you experiencing so much pain? >> said another man, entering her peripheral vision.
Areum licked her lips, trying to soften them, because they were too dry.
<< Yes, it hurts too much. >> as soon as she finished speaking, the pain became pounding, forcing her to squint.
<< Hongjoong >> said the same man who asked her about the pain: << At least make her die without feeling pain ... please. >>
The person concerned looked at the other seven men, who looked at him with a pleading look. He didn't know what to do, he wanted to make her feel as little pain as possible but, a law that had been stipulated between Heaven and Hell, forbade everyone. He ran a hand through his hair, ruffling it, trying to think of a way. He looked at the woman in Yeosang's arms, her skin was white as snow, and her hanbok, previously pink, in the center of the stomach, was completely covered in blood, which continues to flow profusely.
<< Ok I will >> exclaimed Hongjoong getting on his knees in front of the woman.
Hongjoong's hand landed on Areum's wound, while his eyes changed color to become red, a dark red cloud came out of his hand, which enveloped the girl's body. Meanwhile Areum, who was between the unconscious and the conscious, heard a strange voice in her head. She found herself in a circular forest, inside which there was a completely white weeping willow.
<< Where the hell am I? >> Areum whispered going towards the weeping willow.
<< Welcome to the dark >> a mass of voices greeted her.
<< Who are you? >> she answered alarmed, taking a step back.
The branches of the willow moved, allowing the entity to come out into the open.
<< I am Mammon, demon of Avarice. My human part has found you, unfortunately at the wrong time. >> the demon came over <<he asked me not to make you suffer and that's what I want to do, since my companions have asked me the same thing.>>
The demon ran his fingers through his fiery red hair, showing his eyes of the same color and a small pentagon which he had in the center of his diaphanous forehead. The nails of the hands were very long and white colored.
<< Who are your companions? >> asked the girl.
<< My companions? >> said Mammon, bowing his head slightly to the side: << They are Asmodeo, demon of Lust, Beelzebub, demon of the Throat, Belfagor, demon of Laziness, Amun, demon of Wrath, Leviatan, demon of the envy and Lucifer, demon of Pride. >>
<< Why did your human part beg you not to make me suffer? >> asked the girl, taking a step back when Mammon took a step towards her.
<< Because both me and my human part have found ourselves in you, as well as my other companions ... How can I explain it to you? >> he stopped for a moment trying to fix his thoughts and then continue: << Each person , human and otherwise, has a person to whom she is linked, called soul mate. This person is very important, especially for us demons; if a demon loses his soul mate, he will not be able to survive >>
<< Why won't it survive? >> she asked curiously.
<< Because it's like you're halfway through. Half heart, half soul. You would not be able to understand ... it is such a strong emotion that it changes you forever. >>
Just when Mammon finished talking, Areum felt her body become gelatinous, making her fall on her knees on the black ground.Just when Mammon finished talking, Areum felt her body become gelatinous, making her fall on her knees on the black ground.
<< I see that Hongjoong has managed to make you die in the most delicate way possible >> said Mammon smiling with a sad look, approaching the girl.
<< Die? >> asked the girl placing her hands on the ground.
<< Yes, the boys asked him for this favor. Your soul mates asked him for this favor, even knowing the problems that this action will bring. >> Mammon put a hand on her shoulder, helping the girl to stand up.
<< Now what will happen to me? What will happen to them? >> Areum put a hand on Mammon's.
<< Now you will be a spirit in search of another body, now I will take you to the edge of the Dark to make you go to Heaven, while, they will only have to wait for your return, between pain and punishment. >> He placed a hand on her back, walking beside her.
<< Punishment? Why? >> asked the girl walking with him.
<< Because they violated a law stipulated between Heaven and Hell >> replied Mammon.
When they reached the border of the dark, she saw a completely white door, wide open.
<< Little Areum, it's time to go. We will see you soon >> exclaimed Mammon, who without giving Areum time to reply, pushed her inside the door, which closed immediately.
Meanwhile, when Hongjoong finished the ritual, he saw that Areum's eyes were completely closed and that her chest did not rise or fall anymore. He lifted his hand from above the wound and placed it on the snow, while black tears wet his cheeks.
<< Hongjoong ... >> a whisper made him turn and saw Seonghwa next to him, who had striped cheeks.
He was about to respond to the older when a scream full of pain attracted everyone's attention. Wooyoung was on the ground, covering the left side of his neck.
<< Wooyoung! >> Jongho screamed kneeling next to the older.
Jongho squeezed both of Wooyoung's cheeks looking him in the eye. His eyes were changing color, turning blue.
<< What's going on? >> Seonghwa tried to lift Wooyoung's hand from the neck, but the latter pulled a claw.
<< It hurts! My neck! >> Wooyoung cried tightening even more the left part of the neck.
<< Hongjoong give me a hand! >> Seonghwa squeezed Wooyoung's wrists, while Hongjoong, who had just approached, turned Wooyoung's neck to take a look.
The other five boys couldn't believe their eyes. A tattoo had appeared on Wooyoung's neck.
<< What kind of flowers are? >> Yunho asked approaching to look better.
<< They look like a peony and peach blossoms >> replied Mingi.
<< And what do they mean? >> asked Jongho.
<< Peony means 'healing from madness' while peach blossoms mean 'family' >> replied San.
Hongjoong rose to his feet, helping Wooyoung. He straightened his now purple hair, and looking at the body of Areum the last time, he disappeared with the others.
*****
Planet Earth, year 2400.
Over the years the Earth had changed from bad to worse, the demons had come out of the depths of the Earth and made it their own; the few humans who remained had to face bloodthirsty demons or other humans who had gone mad every day. By now I was used to this reckless life, I walked the streets of Seoul always armed and with a bag on my shoulders, always full of medicines, food and some products for intimate hygiene. I had chosen to live a nomadic life, as houses and old apartments were always targeted by other human beings who had survived this drastic change. And now here I am, it was dawn and the only noise I heard, were my steps against the asphalt. That day, after a week's break in an old car shop, I had decided to start my journey again; I didn't have a specific destination, I only knew that this was not the place my heart was looking for.
A noise behind me blocked my flow of consciousness, but I continued to walk, trying to make anyone who was following me believe that I hadn't heard him in the least. I turned right, towards an alley, hoping it would follow me and I kept walking, I hid behind a dumpster and waited, when it passed in front of me, I jumped up and tightened both arms around his neck, immobilizing him.
<< Why are you following me? >> I asked trying to hold my grip since the person was trying to make me lose it.
<< Your smell is familiar to me so I wanted to know who you were >> said the man, trying one last time to free himself.
Smell? Heck! He is a demon! But of all people and entities, I had to attract a freaking demon?
I immediately let go of him with a push. As soon as he turned I saw his purple hair slightly stained with blood, as well as his clothing.
<<Well, now that you have seen me go away or I will use strong manners.>> I exclaimed when the latter got up from the ground, wiping his white pants.
<< Actually - he said coughing- with that veil that covers your face I don't see you at all >>
<< But can I know what the heck do you want from me? >> I asked trying to keep calm.
<< I want to know who you are, I want to know why my sense of smell brought me to you! >> he replied desperately.
<< Do you think that I know it? >> my patience was reaching the limit.
<< Yes, do you have something that attracts demons? >> he stood up and began to approach me.
<< Do not approach! >> I screamed, pulling out my gun from the front pocket of my jeans and pointing it at him.
I didn't even have time to pull the trigger because, something or someone, pushed me to the ground making me fall on the concrete. I looked up and saw another demon, completely transformed, with purple eyes and black hair, with pink and long nails.
<< Wooyoung, are you okay? >> asked the newcomer, turning to the other boy.
<< Seonghwa don't hurt her! Smell the air! >> exclaimed Wooyoung, when Seonghwa walked towards me.
<< Why? >> Seonghwa asked looking at Wooyoung.
As those two continued to talk about their business, I jumped up and started running. I had to get away as quickly as possible! I didn't even make 50 meters that I found myself with both Seonghwa and Wooyoung on top of me. After a few seconds, Wooyoung took off the veil that covered my face. Both boys had open mouths and wide eyes. A hand began to stroke my hair as I tried with all my might to get them off me.
<< We waited 980 years and 68 days >> whispered Wooyoung.
<< Welcome back Areum >> continued Seonghwa smiling.
What the hell had I gotten into? And who the heck was Areum?
