in which a temporary stay at a foreign base with ten other people becomes more and more unsettlingly terrifying as weeks go by — especially with the sudden, and sporadic, disappearances.
PART WARNINGS: disappearances, auditory hallucinations, mentions of panic, grief, etc., angst, open ending … (word count; 500+)
NOTE; any depictions of the real people in this are not a direct reflection of them in real life; please do not take it as such.
this idea came about when i listened to a podcast that talked about the strange happenings in alaska, so … yeah ! very sorry <3 hope you still enjoy this half of it tho !
You knew that there wasn’t an actual person at T11A7 with you — not anymore.
You knew that all ten of your teammates had strangely disappeared one-by-one, starting with the lead mobile-navigator — and your leader’s right-hand man and best friend — Choi Sungyoon, only a month after arrival; a disappearance that quickly affected the stability of everyone’s stay within T11A7 a lot shakier, and creating a second mission within the first one.
With your oldest teammate and leader, Lee Daeyeol, obviously struggling with both the loss of his best friend and second-hand, but also trying to keep up with the daily logs of how the main mission was going while also still trying to quietly search for the missing, doe-eyed man —
— it was only a matter of time before he, too, disappeared without a trace only two weeks after. Which silently left your third-oldest teammate, Lee Jangjun, in charge of the mission logs and the team; something that slowly took pieces of him.
Though he — whether you think it as fortunate or not — was not the next to disappear shortly after Daeyeol. It was one of the youngest teammates and technicians, Kim Donghyun, who’d been so quiet, but still so curious. The morning you’d woken up to Jangjun’s pure panic and grief had been the hardest — Jangjun had always been so protective of the younger man; having watched Donghyun the longest out of all the younger men grow throughout the training program, he’d always been so much more fond of him. (All three of the oldest in your team had, actually.)
But, with all the grief and panic, came the realization that there was a subtle whisper in, and around, the base; that when it used to be — when it was supposed to be — quiet, it wasn’t. That you never really felt alone anymore. And you had said this much to Jangjun — only to be given a look of indifference and it's just the wind, Y/N.
Which, as it would anyone, only made you frustrated.
You understood that he was grieving — that all of them were; they’d all grown up with each other, they’d become more of a family than just co-workers, and missing people from your family hurt.
You also understood that you were an outsider to them, having only been added to the team last minute — that you weren’t even supposed to be there with them; you’d only been added when Hong Joochan, one of the main mobile-navigators, had injured his leg during the last practice test before they were sent off, and needed to be substituted for, at the least, three months — that being your temporary stay. They were never out-right hostile about you being there — you could just tell that they were uncomfortable having someone looking in on them during their most vulnerable times.
But there was just something so wrong with the area that they — that you — had been sent to. And the disappearances only further added to it; with three men — three healthy men (not counting the last two being stressed and grieving for the first) — just disappearing without a single clue as to where or how, only made it worse. Sure, the mission was to figure out the state of the area and if it was safe to live, but it was beginning to feel like the team was sent to be sacrificed.
in which you, one of the few healers left, are summoned to help figure out what has turned a bright, warm aristocrat into nothing but a haunted, reclusive shell of who he used to be.
gn!reader X aristocrat!sungyoon .
PART WARNINGS: just ominous things <3 nothing triggering ! (word count: 600+)
NOTE; any depictions of the real people in this are not a direct reflection of them in real life; please do not take it as such.
( apologies for this being late !! hope you enjoy 💕✨ )
Sungyoon hadn’t moved from his spot in the windowsill in a long time; he had yet to even speak since he’d gotten up hours ago, and he couldn’t quite find it within himself to do so now — despite the worried looks Jangjun, who’d left with Youngtaek earlier for reasons unknown, and Daeyeol had given him as he continued staring out into the garden maze. His silence wasn’t necessarily an unusual thing — it hadn’t been for months — but he would, at least, usually greet the few people he saw first thing in the morning. It was a habit he’d had for so many years that he wouldn’t ever be able to quit — one incident couldn’t knock that out of him.
From where he was, Sungyoon was able to watch as the two remaining gardeners — Jibeom and Jaehyun — slowly made their way through the maze; Jibeom brightly talking, his hands carrying buckets full of freshly-pulled grass, and Jaehyun nodding to whatever the other was saying with a smile, pulling a small wagon full of mulch and miscellaneous flowers.
“Bomin’s been gently fussing for the garden to be brighter to look at.”
Sungyoon lightly jumps in surprise, before looking toward where the voice came from; finding Daeyeol sitting at a table a few feet away, looking up at him from where he’d been fixing a torn shirt. Noticing the surprise and confusion on his face, Daeyeol adds, “He kept saying that the dark roses your mother picked were too dreary to see every day. He wanted to add more color to the garden now that he has the power to — and he thought it’d be better for everyone since…whatever happened to you two out there’s created some unwanted talk.”
“This would,” Sungyoon’s voice cracks, making him clear his throat as he tries to relax before hesitantly restarting, “This would be the first time the flowers have been changed since he was born, right?”
Daeyeol lightly hums as he thinks, lifting an eyebrow at the obvious swerve into a lighter topic, before returning his gaze back to his sewing as he replies, “I believe so. Either that, or your twenty-first birthday.”
Ignoring the slight hiss Daeyeol lets out after pricking his finger after he finishes speaking, Sungyoon hums, “Bomin’s twenty-first is coming up, isn’t it? In a couple weeks?”
“It is, yeah.”
“Do you know if he’s wanting to have a traditional celebra—”
“He’s decided to have a household-only party, if what Donghyun’s told me is true.” Daeyeol gently cuts him off, as if he were already expecting the question before Sungyoon had even thought of it. “Who’s left of the household, anyway…”
“Ah, yeah…how many more left this week?”
“Ten,” Daeyeol lifts the shirt he’d been sewing up to check it, “which means that it’s just us, Bomin, Jangjun, and the five that Jangun’s collected under his wing left here.”
“‘That Jangjun’s collected under his wing’ as if you haven’t taken to parenting them as well.” Sungyoon teases him, “Distancing yourself from the fact you co-parent with Jangjun won’t happen with me, ‘Yeol.”
Daeyeol pauses in his movements, opening his mouth with a look of offense, but a set of light knocks on the door interrupts; Seungmin’s cherry hair poking through a moment later as he peeks into the room, quietly shuffling toward Daeyeol once catching his eye.
As Seungmin bends down to lightly whisper to Daeyeol, Sungyoon watches for a second with a slightly puckered frown, curiosity beginning to eat at him from the blatant show of secrecy, before he turns back toward the window; Jaehyun and Jibeom now beginning to tear into the fresh bags of mulch, their large grins showing that their conversation was still as vibrant as it was before Daeyeol spoke, and Sungyoon’s body fully relaxes when noticing their relaxed state as they work — willfully ignoring the hushed conversation of guests, a healer and their willful friend, having arrived along with Jangjun and Youngtaek only a few minutes prior going on behind him.
in which you, one of the few healers left, are summoned to help figure out what has turned a bright, warm aristocrat into nothing but a haunted, reclusive shell of who he used to be — all in the midst of wild rumors spreading about the elusive man’s family and estate.
gn!reader X aristocrat!sungyoon .
OVERALL WARNINGS; talks of insomnia, nightmares, insinuations of murder, mentions of blood, open ending, and light cussing . (RATED M.)
NOTE; any depictions of the real people in this are not a direct reflection of them in real life; do not take any of them as such.
