Prompt: #83 for @trishmarieco – “We finish it the same way we started – together.”
trishmarieco said:
Hi, sweetie! I'm unsure if you're writing for Jongdae but if you are, can I request #83 - “We finish it the same we started - together.” for the drabble game but as platonic best friends?
Pairing: Kim Jongdae x reader
Genre: friendship au / roommates au / a little sad-fluff
Warnings: none
Word count: 1146
“Where did the instructions go?” Jongdae heaved and whilst you also struggled to help him hold up the back of the cabinet, you managed to let out a breathy snort.
“Oh, those ones you claimed you wouldn’t need to make this?”
“Not funny,” he panted, gesturing to put it down and then leaned over it to catch his breath. “This isn’t working.”
“Should we leave it for another day?” you offered and with a defeated smile, your best friend nodded.
“We’ve got plenty of time to make it.”
And that was how it went for over six months. You didn’t know how you and Jongdae managed to make the process of the cabinet building so difficult. The instructions were found, only for the bag of screws to be misplaced. A few weeks later they appeared in the bathroom cupboard and there was a half-hearted attempt to get the piece finished. Only then, you had unexpected guests turn up at your shared apartment and it slipped off the back end of the priority list as work picked up for you both.
There were always a million reasons why you hadn’t gotten it done.
And now, there wasn’t much time left.
“I’ll finish that cabinet before I move out,” Jongdae announced and you smiled wistfully, rather wishing to leave it untouched in the spare room if it meant your best friend would stay on. All you had known was your life here with Jongdae. You had been neighbours as kids and best friends before you could even talk. Moving in together when you shifted out of home had made the best sense to you and you hadn’t realised just how accustomed you were to having him around every day.
It wasn’t as if he was moving cities and you’d never see him again. But you could already feel the emptiness of your home whenever you found items missing from their usual spots. It was going to be a new chapter for the pair of you.
And whilst you were incredibly happy for Jongdae moving on to the next chapter in his life, you couldn’t help the bitter feeling that came with being left behind.
You were finally going to be on different levels in life and that scared you.
“Y/N, have you seen the legs for the cabinet? They’re missing!”
You cleared your throat and called back in response. “Nope, haven’t seen them.”
“God, when will we ever finish this thing?!” he replied and you sighed heavily as you looked towards the wardrobe you had hidden them within.
Still, Jongdae was determined to get it done.
“Isn’t it heavy?”
He grunted. “Hold the other end.”
You did as he requested, though your heart wasn’t in it. “Have you – got – OW!”
“Are you okay?!” Jumping to his aide as he hopped around on one foot, you cringed at causing an injury. “I’m sorry!”
“It’s like this cabinet doesn’t even want to be finished!”
Chuckling softly, you turned to look away from him, blinking back your emotions quickly. You knew when the project was completed, he would leave.
“I found the legs!” Jongdae chimed the next day, holding the packet up victoriously. “How they ended up in the laundry room all this time, I don’t know.”
“Is that where they were?” you bluffed, sipping on your tea all too quickly. “Funny that.”
“Not long now!” he told you as he strode by you and your stomach dropped with each further step away.
You woke with a start, taking in your surroundings before you felt your heart ease. When you were certain you could breathe comfortably, you slipped out of bed, padding into the living room and over to the kitchen to retrieve some water. It was then when you saw the light on in the spare room.
Confused, you headed in to find Jongdae bending over the cabinet. “What are you doing?”
He jumped at your voice and then smiled grimly before turning back to the cabinet. He hadn’t made much progress on his own and you sighed. “Want a hand?”
“You don’t want it made, do you?” he mentioned softly as you crouched across from him, your gaze moving up to his. Jongdae smiled knowingly. “You never change, Y/N.”
“And you really want it finished.”
He nodded. “It’s stupid really. But I feel like I can’t leave you behind with anything unfinished. Even though I can drop by whenever, I feel this need to have everything in order for you since I won’t…”
“I hid the legs and kept moving them around the house,” you confessed and Jongdae let out a small laugh. You joined him, shaking your head, your tears splattering onto your pyjamas. “I guess it was the same for me. If you didn’t finish it, I had an immature thought that it meant you couldn’t leave.”
“We’re being foolish for a pair of adults, huh?”
You nodded. “It’s just a cabinet for goodness sake.”
“No, it’s something we started together,” he countered, sharing a sombre look with you. “It’s our project.”
“Well then, what are we waiting for?” you asked, wiping your hands on your pants and reached for the instruction manual. You then grinned over at Jongdae. “We’ll finish it the same way we started – together.”
The cabinet ended up in its final resting spot in the entryway to your home. You smiled at it when you opened the front door and Jongdae stepped inside, his hand immediately smoothing over the top of the furniture.
You laughed. “Do you come to visit me or that cabinet?”
“The cabinet, of course! I can’t see that when I come to meet you at the office.”
Rolling your eyes, you turned to look at the simple decoration you had on top of the piece of furniture. Your favourite photo of you and Jongdae sat in the middle of the other photos, the pair of you building blocks together as children. It seemed fitting to place it on top of the cabinet and you could tell Jongdae appreciated it too.
With him no longer here, you found yourself using that cabinet for everything. From leaning on it when you put on and took off your shoes each day and night, to storing all your key essentials and your extra goods in case of an emergency, it felt as if you still had a bit of Jongdae looking out for you with the cabinet.
You were just as fond of it as Jongdae was.
“So, you asked me over for what?” he wondered and you grinned, leading him into the spare room where you had opened up a new box, the supplies carefully set out to begin working on.
“Want to help me make this crib up?”
Jongdae grinned. “What about your husband?”
“I figured since we’re old pros at this, we ought to try and make something else together.”
TW: whump, abuse mention, consensual, electrocution (they’re both superhuman i mean), bruising, violence, Chën is a sadist we all know it. It’s not a full fic but an idea.
Imagine a Time Travel AU selfcest
with ~22yo Chen and ~28yo Jongdae (or X-EXO Chën). Twink Jongdaes need to be ab*sed in every way possible. And who better to ab*se Jongdae than himself? A clone whose had the the base experiment of most humanistic qualities extracted from his DNA.
OR Jongdae tiny and that's why my size kink is constantly activated. His petite ass hands that would struggle to hold an average sized c*ck. A run in with Jimin for most precious hand size. (Hint: they both win)
MY GOD THAT’S 👅💦💦
His body now is not that different from rookie Chen. Still the same petite figure, the same small hands, those beautiful slim but slightly curvy legs (that he never shows off 🥺😭), the tiniest waist and yes the Chooty (Chen booty).. Imagine selfcest!Chën making rookie Chen his own little whump where he whimpers and cries but some part of rookie Chen knows this is awakening something in him (because they are made from the same DNA) but he's too proud to admit it until his little cocklet is rock hard and twitches with precum from the electroconvulsive therapy that is Chën’s own supernatural ability.
Idea: (whump) Electroconvulsive therapy through his powers (lightning) or other. Used on a defiant 22 year old Chen to make him less combative and less talkative, more compliant to his will. And he needs to see him compliant because needs to see himself submit. If that doesn't work, then the bruising starts. He'd look so pretty bruised. 😪👌
(for something like this, some of the best I’ve read is by Lolistar92)
Warning!: blood, getting hit with a bow, mentions of execution, beating
a/n: Ah, so it finally comes to an end! I’m sorry it have taken me so long to finish this but I kinda lost inspiration for a while and then everything happened, so...But I managed to get it done and I hope you enjoyed it! Once again, I’m sorry it took so long :)
Jongdae regarded you from the side, watching as you took on another color than the one you wore like a weight. You had the submission in your eyes before but now were they shining like Sierra. He didn't speak the whole time, opting to watch as the others did their best to make you do what they wanted. Jongdae didn't like it but Junmyeon wanted to change the world and he seemed to do it no matter what. Branches hung over their heads as they road, closing in on the house, chills running over Jongdae's body as a short man walked out door. He looked deadly but not like Sierra, deadly with emptiness and not anger.
“Kyungsoo..”Junmyeon smiled, dropping from his dark horse, standing a mere inch taller than the buzz cut man.
“Jongin is still by the river but guards are coming closer..I suggest you take the deep forest path..”a frown etched itself on Minseok's face, Sierra shaking her head.
“I’m not taking Sunny through that part”
“I don't think it’s a good idea to take Sunny with us this time..”a sigh left Junmyeon.”There will be danger no matter what we chose and I don't want to risk her safety”
Jongdae grumbled from the back, thoughts going to how the black haired man didn't care for their safety, not his, not yours.
“I’m not going then..”
“I guessed that..”another sigh huffed out of the lord.”You, Sehun and Sunny can stay, it would lessen the chances of suspicion as well..”
Minseok and Junmyeon started to discuss their options, the whole time furrowing their eyebrows, while Jongdae could feel your eyes on him, the pain of not meeting them. He wanted to hold you if you were scared but couldn't muster courage or live with the heartache it would cause.
“Let’s take the safe path and hope to the god that the soldiers won't be there”Junmyeon moved his gaze onto this Kyungsoo.”Stay with Jongin and update Sehun regularly..Be sure to aid if necessary..”
Himself, Minseok, Junmyeon, Baekhyun and you...Jongdae thought about leaving again, not wanting to face what would come through the woods, however, stayed because he saw how Baekhyun's face paled, how yours did too.
“Goddamnit..”he mumbled under his breath cursing the guards again, steering his horse to the dirt road he arrived on.
-
You watched the whole ordeal in silence, both because you felt fright but also to study Kyungsoo, a face you swore you had seen before. The large eyes and lips flashed before your inner eye, tucked away somewhere in a corner of the castle. He looked at you, bowing his head, and you realized that he had protected you, that he was a guard. You couldn't think more about it though, your horse moving as the others did to. Hooves drummed against the ground, wind tracing over your cheeks. Baekhyun kept close to you, eyes glancing at you from time to time. You knew they all were at risk, soldiers could come and kill them, even if you pleaded for their lives.
“If the guards were to come..Go with Jongdae Y/n..He’ll keep you safe..”Junmyeon’s words foreshadowed something bad, something which made hair stand, something which made you search for tourmaline eyes.
-
Shivers ran over Jongdae’s back, the forest too quiet for his liking. Danger was around every corner, its prying eyes following them. Junmyeon stopped suddenly, raising one of his hands. The black haired man stared deeper into the woods, swallowing, and Jongdae cursed loudly. He heard hooves and laughter.
“M-maybe it’s not them…”Baekhyun whispered but everyone knew it was. They should have been more careful, taken another way or listened more, because there was a man standing before them, his clothes shining of royal.
The man screamed out an order, his voice boomed deep in Jongdae, whose mind didn't comprehend the words. You stared at the soldier, fright filling you as he said the word princess. You had been caught and with you the others. The forest was no longer quiet, roars killing it. Panic filled Jongdae as he watch too many men come their way. Junmyeon started to move, his voice almost drowning in commotion.
“Jongdae go!” Baekhyun managed to get Jongdae moving, hands holding tight on the reins. He saw your wide eyes, how the men tried getting to you and how Minseok was thrown of his horse.
“Go now!”the cat eyed man roared out, even as he was bleeding. Jongdae felt all his anger drain when he saw Minseok getting hit but he couldn't dwell on it, Baekhyun's cry getting him going.
Jongdae galloped to you, getting a hold of your arms so he could drag you to his horse, heart hammering as he did. He had to help but still needed to get you to safety.
“Ride! We’ll be fine!”Junmyeon screamed, catching Jongdae's eyes for a second. He had to move now or everyone would be stuck and everything would be undone.
Pushing heels into the sides of his horse, Jongdae rode away, arms holding you tight. He managed to miss the guards, who tried to follow him but was stopped by the others. Sweat dropped down his face, while tears flowed down yours. Peeping over Jongdae’s shoulder, you saw how Baekhyun fell, an arrow burying its head in his body.
-
“H-he got hit…”your voice made Jongdae glance down, lips pressed hard together.
“I’m sure he’s fine..”but he couldn't be sure if any of them were fine, if any of them were even alive.
“It’s all my fault.”new tears slipped down your face, finger holding Jongdae's shirt hard.”He is dead because of m-”
“Baekhyun's not dead.”you glanced up at the man holding you, feeling his heartbeat faint but racing. His voice was harsh, just not mean.”He’s alive, all of them are, they have to be..”
The fire you had before slowly faded, hurt boiling in its place. You never wanted for them to be harmed, Baekhyun's face showing in your mind, Baekhyun’s face from all those nights ago. It seemed to lay in your blood, the curse of killing others. Jongdae was shaking slightly and you had never seen him like this, so lost. You didn't want for him to be like that, missed the night in his eyes, the night before, the night you first met. The boy who held you in his arms urged the horse forward, realizing dusk was approaching and that he had no clue about where the soldiers were, how close or far. He could hear his own breathing echo around, trees talking back with his own words.
“I’ll try to find shelter somewhere…”and no more words were spoken for the rest of the day, stars twinkling over your head, screams pulling at your sleep.
-
Jongdae rode fast, the want to go and check if the others were okay drowning him. You had fallen asleep before him, nightmares having kept you up for most of the night. He had been close to hold you, to chase away the bad from your mind but had not done it, unsure why. Maybe it was your relation to the king who hunted his death or his cowardness for his own feelings. The break of the forest was close, another day at max, and he felt a lump form in his throat. Jongdae had no clue of what was to come when he got to the city but he had a feeling it weren't good, a feeling his blood would drop down his body. Glancing down at you, he was finally reminded about who you really were, who would take you hand, who he wasn't. Love was something he started do despise and still longed for it, for your heart as well but the prince was what he never could be, you were what he never could have-
“Jongdae?”
“It’s okay, sleep some more...I’ll wake you up.”he hoped his life wouldn't end here but ashes only burnt for so long.
-
It was dark but some city lights illuminate the dirt road which slowly turned to cobel.You were still in the edge of the capital, laced in between the saddle and Jongdae. He hadn't been sleeping or eating much, making you worry for his falling eyes but you knew he thought about the others, and you did too. People walked around you, sending hasty gazes at the strange riders. Jongdae tensed behind you, heart speeding up.
“It’s okay Jongdae..It will be okay”your voice weren't loud but the boy heard you, orbs slipping down for a second to stare at the princess's face.
“If something goes wrong, you’ll need to run..”it seemed like every word anyone had spoke about the worst future came true, had its curse senwen in the movements of the speakers lips. You didn't want his to say something remotely close to what he did, it made you uneasy.”..I’ll survive..”
A timid nod was what you mustered as his answer, eyes darting to take in his features. Face soft with angles, lips plush, lips you stared at way too long. You wanted to kiss him, wanted to feel him like a lover but yell broke your thoughts. Jongdae held you tighter for a second, staring as the guards came running. They saw him, they knew you.
“Hide..”his voice whispered in your ear and you wanted to say no, to fight with him but he pushed you off, heeling his horse so it ran towards the men. A scream bubbled in your stomach, a scream for him to stop.
Jongdae swallowed, dropping from the animal a mere second before he hit the men. The horse reared, missing a guard’s head, as Jongdae rolled over the ground. Your eyes widened, someone grabbed Jongdae and punched him in the face. Soon were almost all of the jumping on him, hiding him from your view. Tears streamed down your face, you couldn't help him but you would try, you had to try. The citizens around you yelled, urged on the guards or begged them to stop, but all the bodies created a sea and you couldn't get through. Your figure was pushed around, shoved back until your knees hit the ground on the edge of the circle. Jongdae would die, just like Baekhyun, and it was all your fault. Anger grew in your chest, defiance making you stand. No one would ever abuse their power again, you would make sure of it, so the sacrifices for you wouldn't be in vain. Your father would see you again but it wouldn't be a little girl, it would be a ruler.
-
Jongdae blacked out after 15 minutes of being beaten, face and body burning. The guards had laughed at him and all he could do was grit his teeth because you got away. He was sure he wouldn't die, not yet at least, the king would probably want to cut his head of. So Jongdae let go of his consciousness and dreamed of you. There was a smile on your lips and he was standing in your room, just like before, but the thing which was different was the rings on both your hand and the crown on your head. Your warmth was welcomed by his fingers as he held you, stroking your cheek. So this was how it felt to hold you, to live with you in peace. Your lips looked soft, inviting him to kiss them. Jongdae swallowed, leaning in, but you slipped through his hands, left him with screams in the darkness. You begged for his help and he could get to you.
“Wake up!”someone kicked him, pulling him out of his nightmare. Jongdae gasped, confused and had no time to think because his body was lifted, dragged away.
The guards grinned down at him, wolves in their eyes. He couldn't really see, one eye swollen from punches, but he could feel. Jongdae felt every bruise on his body, however, it didn't matter as he knew he was on his way to execution, then the hurt wouldn't mean a thing, only yours would remain.
“You’ll meet your creator now, low life..”the man pushed vaulted doors and the king stared down at him. Jongdae gazed at the sword which would cut his bones and released a breath. If only he could tell you it wasn't your fault before he went..if only he could see you one last time.
“Rebels...all you do is hurt the people you’re trying to save..”the king sat down on his throne, glaring at Jongdae who was forced on his knees before the man. Tears were falling from the queen’s eyes and king Park wanted to hold here, but all the people in the room were there to witness the king’s power, his madness.”..you took my daughter and for it will I take your life, like the dog you are.”
His breathing became steady, acceptance making his body numb. The prince Jongdae had seen, what feels like years ago, stared at him. He tried to figure out a way to save the boy kneeling on the floor but the second he moved a muscle, would a guard raise his sword. Chanyeol gritted his teeth, unknowing of the anger his nobility caused Jongdae. He couldn't forget how the black haired man had danced with you, how different the two men were from each other.
“You deserve so much worse..”the king mumbled with a low voice, his sword shining clean but not for long, no, the metal would be tainted with deep red and the loss of a human life.
Jongdae exhaled, eyes staring right back at themself through the blade. He wondered about what could have been if he just did one thing different. You weren't what he regretted, simply the second time he came to you was something he wished wasn't the same. He could have been by your side if Minseok hadn't done what he did but it was the past and it seemed as if his time was ending. The king raised his hand, a sinister smile spreading over his lips as Jongdae let his gaze fall to the window behind his killer. Light fell through blue and red glass, made his racing heart slowly calm down. He knew he would get a second chance to life because he never hurt anyone and it helped him relax, everyone waiting for the final strike and breath of air. But the doors flew open and in came the young queen, head held high. You stared at your father, his hand which was about to kill once again.
“Do not hurt him.”fire burned behind your eyes, authority shining in your step. Your mother cried your name, sobs echoing through the high walls. Her baby had grown up, had seen what she couldn't show you, but now you knew and would become the ruler your land deserved. Your softness had turned hard over a short time, forced you to watch the real world, forced you to realize what your father had done.”Lay down your sword and kneel for your queen.”
Gasps broke through everyone's lips, but Chanyeol smiled. You would take back what was yours by blood, you would make the right choice. The king was old and your whole life had he raised you so he could be the master of your mind even when he no longer sat on the throne, however, one brown haired boy changed that, came crashing into your life and made it more exciting.
“What is this nonsense! They kidnapped you! Do you understand, kidnapped you!”your father screamed out, losing his cool as you merely looked at his reding face.”They brainwashed you, made you crazy!”
“You locked me inside these walls and lied..”standing before him, you challenged his anger, let him see the power you had, how you wouldn’t bow for him this time.”..I’m doing what I believe is right for my kingdom and as the ruler with the highest of power I demand you to release this man!”
All the guards around you didn't know what to do. You were not crowned yet but the king losing his mind made them scared, everyone but the man who took Jongdae and forced him to kneel. A scoff escaped your father but as his mouth opened to speak, was the queen moving to stand by your side, her head held higher than ever.
“Listen to your new ruler and release the boy..”a hiss made its way from the guard holding down Jongdae, the crooked body starigheting, waiting for orders but not from you.”..and take the former king to the towers.”
Your eyes widened, just like your father’s, but you mother wasn't lying down. She held her stands and you stood by her side with so much power, the head guard was sure of no one but you could be the ruler they needed. So he ordered every soldier to grab the king and strip him of the crown on his old head. Roars of anger ripped through your father’s throat, body overpowered by the guards which choose you, the girl with bright eyes.
The man who had kicked Jongdae frowned, disliking the way you were thinking you could run the kingdom and hurt the king. He growled out a sound from his chest, standing too far away from you when he drew his knife, intention on killing the boy of your dreams. But Chanyeol was too fast and a mere no had slipped between your lips when the prince was standing before the still kneeling Jongdae, sword shining in his hand. Chanyeol grabbed it from one of the guards before the man could hurt Jongdae and go against you words.
“Listen to your queen, peasant, or suffer pain!”authority laced the prince’s words, one swing of the sharp edge and the man was shaking with fear.
Your father and the guard not following you were both pulled away as Chanyeol watched them with a puffed chest. He turned to you with that dazzling smile before bowing low for you, grin never leaving his lips.You were a queen worthy of your people and he saw it, your fire which Jongdae unknowingly had ignited. Suffering would be no more in your kingdom and you would start with announcing the change of throne.
“Now witness all in this great hall how the new queen takes her place!”
Jongade felt like he was in a haze, staring at you, right where the king was about to end his life. You had become everything Minseok wanted and the kneeling boy still couldn't feel happiness. Jongdae was still a man of the street, no prince, and you were now a queen, further away than the moon which had danced over your skin one time and one more.
-
Your eyes trailed the outside world, how banners in all colours flew around the city, your city. On your head was a simple band of gold resting, the crown you choose to wear while the rest of the gold your father had used to make his own with was given to the poor. This was what you wanted, a new life for everyone, but there was still pain.
Everytime you closed your eyes would Baekhyun get shot and blood would pour from those smiling lips, Minseok would fall down and Junmyeon would scream. The nightmares never left you, no matter what you did. Chanyeol had showed concern but you just waved him off, wishing for a brown haired boy to just come back and be by your side. Jongdae had disappeared a mere day after your father was thrown in the cells, no word from his lips, no goodbye. You felt alone again, waiting for something to break the quietness.
-
“Are you ready?”your mother smiled so brightly to you, fingers running over the light blue fabric draping your body. Today was your coronation, the day history would recognize you as the queen. No you weren't ready but you would never be.
“I have to make everything right..”there were tears slipping down your mother’s eyes however, they were tears of pride. She had raised you to be strong and now would you make her home bloom into beautiful flowers.”...and I will until the day I join the earth.”
Cheers echoed around you as the front doors opened, what felt like your whole kingdom standing by your hands. They were there to celebrate the new era and you were there to promise them change. Your mother stood by your side and the second she spoke was the ocean of people silent. The energy around you was buzzing, creeping up your bare arms and settled in your beating heart. A soft breeze moved your hair, let it sail through the sky, and rustle your skirts.
“We are here today to witness a new time sweep on our land, to watch my young daughter become the queen you all are worthy of..”her words echoed around your head, gaze floating on the many faces, some cried, some smiled, but you saw prince Park and his family in the crowd, how they stood by farmers. It made you feel at ease, like everything would be fine, but then were your eyes moving again until they found tourmaline. All colour drained from your face, shock parting your lips.
Jongdae stared right back at you, a little tilit to his mouth, and around him were more familiar faces. Baekhyun...Baekhyun! Before anyone could react, were you running down the many stairs leading up to the castle, legs stumbling as fast as they could. They were all there! They were all alive! Gasps left the crowd but all you could think of was the people who had stirred your life and the small twitch of Jongdae opening his arms. Tears dropped down your cheeks, a small sob leaving your lips when you collided with Jongdae.
“Welcome our new queen!”and the cheers broke out to your mother’s voice, cheers from everyone around you. You could see Sierra with Sunny on her hip, Minseok and Junmyeon smiling proudly, even Sehun, Jongin and Kyungsoo were there.
“Never leave me like that again!”Jongdae blushed at your outburst, words slipping through the ocean of people, sounding clear over the music.
“I won't..I..I..”his stuttering was cute and in the swirl of so much happiness, were you kissing him. Everything was right, lips so soft while you were flying in the sky.”..I promise to stay.”
You were all smile, holding him close, until you found Baekhyun watching you sheepishly with bandage around his shoulder. You let Jongdae go so you could crush the light haired male.
“And you! Never scare me like that again!”he smiled, small drops forming in the corners of his eyes.
Everything felt like a dream but it wasn’t, no this was reality and you couldn't be more euphoric.
summery: L.U.C.K.Y. au | you had been working for the organization for nearly a year, and yet the only people who seemed to respect you were your assigned subjects.
warnings: fem reader
words: 1.1k
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you let out a sign, placing the cream colored folder on your desk. Subject 61 had been acting out again, as usual, and while he was your responsibility, you had another subject you had to attend to. with 61 sedated and safe, you decided you would type up your report on the matter another time.
instead, you made your way out of the small office space, and began your walk towards subject 21′s cell. you keep your head down as you continue, the harsh words from your encounter with Dr. X. playing in your head.
you understood that life can be difficult, but you were simply trying to be professional. they had no reason to be so harsh with you. you tried to brush off the encounter, instead scanning your name tag and unlocking the first room of subject 21′s cell.
he had to be kept in a two part area. the first was a viewing room, with a one way mirror. the second was of course his actual cell. you took a moment to rummage around with the medical supplies in the first room.
Subject 21′s vitals, and other things were extremely hard to monitor, due to his gifts with controlling electricity. because of this, things like measuring his blood pressure, head rate, and temperature had to be done the old fashioned way.
with your supplies, you headed into his cell.
“morning doc.” Subject 21 greeted you, a playful smile on his face.
“hello.” you greeted him with a fake cheerfulness. of course, this didn’t fool him, but he made no comment. the rubberized floor of his cell bounced slightly as you walked to him, taking his arm and beginning to take his blood pressure.
you were careful of course, prodical with subject 21, was that he was to have no skin to skin contact with anyone.
the reason for this? well, you’d heard whispers from other staff, about how he turned his last doctor into a puppet. the running theory was he seduced him and manipulated him. you however, don’t think it’s that simple. your superiors had praised you for successfully proving subject 21′s abilities with electricity, including the ability to manipulate electrical pulses in the bodies, and brains of his victims.
you had mostly been testing him on small animals, but the glove policy with handling him had been implemented after you saw that he was unable to manipulate bigger specimens without touching them.
most didn’t believe he could control an actual person, but you thought better. many of the staff saw the subjects as, stupid, to put it bluntly. and your reputation was cemented after being asigned subject 61, who was commonly believed to be little more then an animal capable of basic speach. however, you shocked your peers when your superiors assigned you subject 21.
truth be told, you were more than happy with being assigned your two subjects. they each offered you a unique problem to be solved.
Subject 21 quirked a brow at you as you wrote the last of your notes, removing the thermometer from his mouth.
“what’s the schedule for today doc?” he leaned forward, flashing you a mischievous grin.
“well, a rather simply q&a session, and since i’ll have to do a report on 61, you may have the rest of the day for rec.” you responded, pulling out your notepad. “is it alright if you go straight into the q&a?”
“sure doc.” he grins, relaxing back on his cot and making himself comfortable.
~
you began you treck back to your desk after finishing your interview with subject 21. your intuition told you he was becoming more comfortable with you as his doctor, but with his past of manipulation, you tried not to dwell on the idea.
you tried very, very hard not to dwell on subject 21′s personality. he was incredibly intelligent, could articulate himself well, and was very intuitive. you sometimes worried, that as you studied him, he studied you. and that was the reason for his relaxing around you. it would be very, very dangerous for him to understand you as well as you understood him.
his casual use of calling you “doc” had begun to stick out. it was protocol that none of the doctors give out their names, instead with a random letter being assigned to them. but with 21 offering you the nickname, it was some evidence of his familiarity with you.
the way he answered your questions, was also evidence of this. cool and relaxed, lazy smile on his lips. he watched you closely as you would jot down notes for his answers. eyes moving from your hands writing, to your eyes as you spoke, to your frame moving to adjust your clothing or you push back some stray hair.
Subject 21 was your mystery. a race, to see if you could solve him, before he solved you.
~
luck was on your side, as on your way back you crossed paths with Doctor B. you quickened your pace to catch up with the young man.
“excuse me!” you called, he halted and turned, offering you a smile when he saw you.
“afternoon, Dr. C.” he politely greeted you, waiting for you to catch up.
“hello, do you have a moment? Dr. X. and i were curious if you had any notes regarding Subject 04′s involvement in the scuffle between Subject 99 and Subject 61?” your words were rushed as you caught your breath.
“04′s involvement? he was a witness, i can get his testimony on the matter if you’d like.” Dr. B. looked a little surprised by your interest in his subject.
“he had no interaction regarding the dispute?” you were taken aback by this. 04 was the only other subject present when the argument between 61 and 99 happened, the one the landed 99 in the hospital wing.
“the reports sayed 99 was injured by resisting restraints, do you think something more could have happened?” Dr. B. wondered. you were not pleased by how he looked at you, as though you were simply making up unlikely stories.
“i think both Doctor X. and i would greatly appreciate you interviewing 04 about what happened. at least for an eyewitness account.” you tried to speak as diplomatically as possible. you really hated, how all of the other doctors in the facility liked to look down on you.
true, you were the greenest doctor, and most looked down their nose since you had ‘gotten the short straw’ by being assigned subject 61. you had only been working for L.U.C.K.Y. for less then a year, being hired right out of med school.
but those facts didn’t mean they had to speak to you as though you were incompitent and your requests ridiculous.
“then i will question him about the incident and get copies to both you and Doctor X.” Dr. B. dismissed with a polite smile.
“thank you very much, i appreciate it.” you nodded to the young man, and continued on your way.
Summary: A poet reminiscences about his old lover and their relationship in his new anthology, reminding himself of the importance of sincerity, and that love words are just as important spoken aloud as they are printed on paper.
PART 1 PART 2 PART 3
AUTHOR’S NOTE: since Jongdae’s Barista AU has been doing so well, I decided to switch the roles, so that Jongdae is now the poet. Also, April and a Flower is art in its purest form. So excited for Dear My Dear
Word Count: 4169
Jongdae walked out of his publisher’s office, his brand new book clutched by his side. His knuckles turning white with the force of his grip on the hardback copy - the very first printed one.
His fingers felt the rough green material cover, focusing on its imperfections. The book felt heavier than it was; rougher. He could feel the effort with which he bled ink into paper, and he could hear the clicking of the computer keys like a ghost of an echo in his ears. This was the heaviest book he had written. Not because physical weight, nor the number of pages that had ended up in the final print. No, it was a different type of weight. The weight of a heavy heart; crushing his chest, beating despite the damage. It was the weight of emotional baggage he had spilled- the printing ink might as well have been made out of his tears
I spilled all my love for you
As ink on paper
How could I forget
To fill you up first.
Yes, this anthology was born of pain, and regret; and somewhat bitterly, he thought it was best one he had ever written. It was heavy, and so damn hard to write he had spent many a sleepless night staring at the lined paper of his notepad, locked away in his office. Alone.
It had been a long time since Jongdae had been this hollow, a cavern carved out of his chest, the inflamed tissue now a home for despair rather than a heart.
He had only himself to blame. Jongdae did not shy away from admitting his wrongs. The least he could do was admit them and leave behind any self-pity festering in his broken heart like an infection.
Instead he did what he knew how to do best; he spilled all his sorrows and apologies as ink onto paper.
Ironically, that ability, this dysfunctional coping mechanism, was the very reason he was in the predicament in the first place.
Your love for me was like an inkwell; never drying
And I,
I was like a pen,
Which drew from you forever.
I did not notice,
How you dried up in silence,
Blinded by the illusion of your infinity.
Sometimes the best things in your life; the best people, leave. Sometimes you leave them. It is all a vicious cycle of life. A part of life he had recently became intimate with. Nothing lasts forever. All is finite. All good things must come to an end.
Still Jongdae’s biggest regret of all, was the fact you didn’t have to be finite.
If only he had paid more attention to you, instead of drowning in ink and pretty words, he could have continued on. With you by his side.
He had left the building of his publishing company, glancing up at the sky. The heavens were heavy this morning, overcast with clouds so dark and looming day had taken on the look of night. There was no rain yet, but Jongdae was sure that at some point the clouds would be unable to hold their weight, and the rain would come in a violent storm. Like any other summer.
The inkwell is empty and when the pen immerses
It comes back dry,
Leaving the words I wanted to write,
To remain a whim.
The ride back to his apartment was quiet, the sky still ominous, but Jongdae knew that the calmness, and the stillness were bad omens. The calm before the storm. The only question that bugged him was when the sky would open, pouring its tears onto the ground from the sky in a hail of bullets.
He wondered how loud the heavens would roar as it happened. Would it feel as if the windows were shaking? Would he be able to feel it in his bones, despite tucking himself away in his apartment?
Would it shake him the same way you leaving him did?
He doubted that- nature didn’t have the same kind of power. A storm was not a woman; although it was eerily similar in its magnitude.
He flicked through the anthology, finally taking the time to appreciate the work and effort put into its creation. The cream coloured pages stared at him with hundreds of ink eyes. Their looks were accusing, and among the black letters, he saw you. Your eyes, clear and sparkling in the way they looked at you, your smile bright. He reminisced the adoration with which he looked at you those the last few years, eyes wide and sparkling at everything you did. The corners of his lips quirked upwards in a cat-like smile at the happy memories.
Finally, after the present settled over him again, pulling him out of the happy daydream, his smile fell, and the light feeling in his chest, and the way his heart beat a little faster at the memory of your soft lips against his left him too. It left him cold and aching despite being hidden away safely within his home, His heart nestled safely in in his chest, protected by the cage of his ribs.
Light brown eyes moved to look out the window, the world outside brightened by flashes of lightning. On the table before him, the vase of red tulips was wilting, the petals falling gracelessly against the windowsill, no longer their vibrant red, but rather a burgundy colour fading into brown.
Like flowers on the windowsill,
I forgot that unlike the ones growing wild in meadows,
The rain shall not come water you,
And that dew shall not condense on you like the pearls,
Which I never gave you.
You sat in your old room, surveying its blank walls. When you moved out, your parents took down all the posters, and drawings you stuck on the pastel green paint. It was the decision you made at thirteen, and the decision you cursed all your Uni years. A decision you had accepted over time. Now you found the colour soothing and familiar, and in a world where you were always moving, you were glad for the little comfort it brought you. It was still your room.
Now, with the turn of events, you moved back, and you were ready to reclaim your space; the tubes and frames at your feet were the beginning.
One photo was staring at you, of you, a little younger, smiling along with the man beside you. You were in a meadow filled with wild flowers you had frequented with you mother when you were little. You remembered the raspberry bushes you used to pick fruit from, and you remember making flower crowns from the chamomile growing there.
You had taken that man there. Showed him all your favourite things; the meadow, the raspberry bushes, the sketchbook filled with gouache paintings. He showed you the ink splattered notebooks and the small coffee shop at the end of the street.
But the sunny days were over. The storm raged outside, thunder clashing in the darkness. And the raspberry bushes were gone too, and concrete blocks had taken their place.
And the man no longer showed you the world with ink stained fingers either.
But he had not showed you anything for a long time now, even before you left your shared apartment. So you left him. It had felt like he had left you a long time before you did.
Your mother’s voice broke you from your musings, and you left your room surprised to see her standing in the corridor with a brown package. She handed it to you wordlessly and disappeared into the kitchen. The look she gave you was piercing, and there was a certain amount of concern floating behind her soft eyes. You tightened the grip on the flimsy paper that wrapped around the object, and you could already feel that it was book.
For a moment you didn’t understand why it came; you certainly didn’t order one, but the look in your mothers eyes was enough to tell you who it was from.
“So he did finish.” You murmured, hands tearing at the paper in desperation, giving way to the soft green of the cover.
Flowers in April
The golden lettering was delicate and beautiful, and you wondered why he mailed it to you. You were no longer together. You walked out months ago. You were moving on.
Opening the book, your attention was caught by the handwritten note on the front page, the black pen standing in stark contrast against the off-white paper.
“To my muse.
I thought it would only be fair to give this to you, after all you had suffered because of it. You should at least know why you were suffering.
I’m sorry for all my shortcomings.
- Jongdae”
Your eyes followed the trail of the pen, his handwriting familiar from the little notes he used to leave for you, and the shopping lists that were stuck to your fridge.
The ache of your heart was familiar too, familiar from all the nights he ignored you, and every time you sat at the dinner table alone with only the tv to keep you company. The heart in your chest ached for your loneliness, but it also ached for the home that was long gone, the home you did not wish to return to and the man who occupied it now. This time, he was the one eating dinner at the empty table, sleeping in bed alone and you had no pity for him left.
But you are not a flower,
You were a woman.
You are a woman.
And I,
was not a pen,
But a man.
Jongdae listened to the thunder raging outside, shaking his windows, turning his day into night with anger.
That was one of the ways You and the storm were different. You did not shout, you were not like the storm, shaking the windows in their frames and destroying things in the wake of your rage. You had left quietly, given back the keys to your shared home, and before he could protest, make an excuse for his absence, you had left without a word, leaving no trace behind but the cracks in his heart.
7 months ago
You came back from work, ready to order takeaway and watch films with your boyfriend. The weariness in your bones weighed you down as you made your way up the stairs, wanting nothing more than to climb under a blanket in the living room, wrapped in Jongdae’s arms.
The door opened, and you caught the sight of him at the kitchen counter, his phone in hand, calling someone.
“Jongdae, do you want pizza?” You asked, looking up at the leaflet you had stuck on the fridge. You turned to face him, weariness leaving your bones at the hope of spending the evening in peace. The lightness does not last long, and he crushes it in his hands, unknowingly, without a thought.
“I’m busy.” The words leave you heavy. You know them too well now it seems. Jongdae had been like this for a while, more preoccupied with phone calls and writing than sparing you a moment. Just like you, he seems tired, but for a different reason. One you do not know, and one is not willing to share.
“What about watching a film later?” You try again, hoping. Being foolish. Deep down you know the answer already, feel the rejection before it comes. Your heart has been breaking recently. The cracks started growing deeper, and you don’t know how to mend them.
“I don’t know.” He tells you, his soft voice cold and indifferent, eyes not looking at you when he speaks, and with another crack, you realise he hadn’t looked at you since you arrived.
PRESENT
You had walked out of your office, your hands now empty as you left your portfolio and necessary documents with the client. You had finalised the designs this week and everything was ready for editing.
You were given the task of illustrating a reprint of a popular book series recently, and you had been very proud of your work. So far it was one of the biggest projects you have done. It seemed you were riding the lucky wave. Your boss had given you a slight raise as you moved to a better position at the company. This project had been a success, and the company was contracted for another project, and the clients had requested you.
It was time to celebrate.
You had invited your friends out for a few drinks later that night.
The bar had a chic vibe to it. Everything was made of sleek wood and toned down colours, coupled with the dim lighting and pretty chandeliers, it was a perfect place for you to unwind and gloat your success. You didn’t get to do it every day.
You were sipping on you third cocktail, your three friends laughing at some work gossip. It had been a pleasant night so far. That is, until you caught the eyes of Jongdae’s publisher. The woman had averted her eyes when she saw you looking, but you could still make out the displeased look on her face, and the sour curl of her red lips.
The black dress she was wearing was fancy. Fancier than what you wore, but it did not bother you. not until your eyes found the one person you hoped not to see that night.
It was not that you hated him. It was not that you loathed him. It was that you resented him. For how he had treated you; spent the last months of your relationship ignoring you. As if you didn’t live right there with him. As if you didn’t share his bed. As if you were not irrevocably in love with him.
Your heart broke all over again, seeing him here, with the beautiful woman opposite him, when he had said he was too busy to come here with you.
His eyes caught yours. Their soft brown drawing you in with their warmth. He was still familiar, he still looked too much like home to you. And in your slightly intoxicated state, you saw the regret and remorse bubbling behind the kaleidoscope of browns in his irises. Or maybe you just wished to see it.
You didn’t want to find out.
“He’s here.” You turned to your friends, and the moment they realised who you were talking about, they had made their way to the bar.
“Can we get a tequila?” Your friend asked, bringing over a whole bottle of the alcohol, along with four shot glasses.
“What’s that for?” You asked, surveying the glass wearily.
“For the fun of it.” She told you, the cheeky smile that formed on her lips matched the flame in her eyes.
“You are beautiful. Never forget that.” She told you as you took your first shot.
Only when I had lost you, I realised
That you, like an inkwell
Needed to be filled.
And like a flower,
Needed to be watered;
With words of love,
Looks of awe,
With warmth.
6 months ago
“I’m eating with the editors.” Jongdae told you as he fixed his tie in the hallway mirror, barely sparing you a glance into the kitchen. You had spent the last hour making his favourite, hoping against hope he would stay for dinner. Turned out you were trying in vain.
“I thought we could eat together.” You told him, your voice small, barely above a whisper as the hope fuelled elation left your body.
“Not today.” Jongdae said, his voice softer, sounding resigned as his shoulders hunched a little. He had been feeling tired lately, bored. For now, he wanted to leave. Get out of the familiar four walls, breathe in some fresh air.
Dinner with the editors was a good reason to leave. Besides, he was in the process of writing his third anthology, and it was an important meeting he had to attend. Jongdae needed everything to go smoothly.
His hands fell to his sides when he stopped fixing his tie, and you barely heard the quiet goodbye that left his lips. Or maybe you just imagined he said it. Lately, you couldn’t figure out which it was.
Tears burned the back of your eyes, but you didn’t let any spill. Outside, Jongdae had put his head in his hands breathing deeply, before getting in the car and driving away.
You felt him climb into bed late in the night, but he never moved closer. He used to brush your hair back and kiss your forehead before falling asleep, but now he stayed far away, and you had been colder in your bed with him than you would feel with a stranger.
And your heart broke.
PRESENT
Jongdae found your form in between the tables, eyes glued to the side of your face, feeling more like a spectre than a man. His heart roared in his chest, beating against his ribs the way an animal beat at the bars of their cage. The way it had not done in months. For a moment, the moment that lasted a split second when your eyes met, he felt more alive than the last few months.
His anthology had been a success, and he had come in to celebrate that. Still, the biggest celebration, better than wine and better than gin, was the sight of you.
His publisher had seen it, the way his eyes fell on you, again and again. Jongdae, for the life of him, could not understand the way her lips curled when she caught your eyes. He was too preoccupied with stealing glances your way to pay attention to her.
Everything about you called to him, reminding him of his love for you. Reviving the passion you had shared, setting his whole body aflame. The sight of you flowed over him like water, cold and refreshing. He was awake. For the first time in forever he felt lucid.
“Well done Jongdae. Your anthology had just become a bestseller.” His publisher told him, reaching over the table to hold his hand. He brought it back instantly as if it burned.
Over the course of the last months he had figured out what he done wrong. He had admitted his shortcomings. And he had promised himself to be better, for you. He was not going to ruin it tonight.
Sitting among your friends, you were glowing. Dressed in your best dress, eyes sparkling as laughter bubbled from your chest. It was a warming sight, like watching flowers unravelling in the spring. And his heart wretched when he realised, he wasn’t the reason for your joy any longer.
Now, you, like a wildflower,
Are experiencing spring again,
After a harsh winter.
You are spreading your petals,
And green leaves.
And I, like a fool,
Stare at the empty windowsill,
Not seeing you.
I cannot water you anymore,
And pearls, like dew
I cannot give you.
He watched you stand up and make your way to the exit, and without a moment of hesitation, he was out of his chair too, making a bee line to you, heart pounding at the idea of you.
He caught you by the elbow as you turned away from the bar.
“Jongdae.” You warned him, voice low as you stared right into his eyes. Jongdae’s eyes were soft when he looked at you, and you could make out their glassy sheen of tears in the darkness.
“I know what I did wrong.” He told you, sincerity lacing his voice, thick with remorse and deeper than usual. You could feel the desperation rolling off of him like waves.
He was wearing a nice suit today. A deep grey with a bluish tinge, and a white button up underneath. His fringe was parted, exposing his forehead and the straight brows that furrowed as he looked into your eyes, searching for something. Whatever it was; forgiveness or hate, he didn’t find it.
“I’m sorry.” He whispered.
“That is how I find out?” You spat. He knew you were talking about the anthology.
“You didn’t call.” You accuse him, poking a finger against his chest, and he lets you.
“I wrote it.” He tells you, silently begging for you to understand. But you won’t. Not this time. You had told him already; tell me what happened, tell me why you didn’t talk to me.
Instead, he wrote an anthology, spilling all of it on paper. Just like he always did. Just like you suspected he always would. And you had grown tired of that. He spilled all his emotions onto paper, dressed hem up in pretty words and rhymes. Devoted his time into doing so. By doing that he left you alone, and as he spilled all the love he had for you somewhere else, you were left to give him your love. Over the last months of yoir relationship, all the little acts of love had ceased to exist. There was no notes left on the fridge, there was no flowers on the vase on the table.
“You did.” You tell him, disappointment rolling off your tongue, leaving a bitter taste in your mouth.
The whole world now knew you broke his heart. The whole world knew you left him without a word. But did the world know how he had left you, months before you left him? How you had sat at dinner alone and slept alone. Did they know that? Did Jongdae tell them that? Did he write about his faults?
You didn’t know, and you didn’t know if you wanted to find out.
“Y/N.” He starts, but there is nothing that comes out of his mouth, and you shake your head. Desperately wanting him to understand. Because despite everything, you still love him, but you cannot live like this, like a stranger that shares his bed at night.
“I don’t think you figured it out quite yet.” You tell him when he stays silent, not knowing what to say. You find it amusing. A poet lost for words.
“I didn’t pay attention.” He confesses, looking defeated.
“I locked myself away and tried to run from you.” He tells you, walking closer, his wide eyes looking straight into your own.
“I was too proud to say something was wrong. Too proud to admit that I was doing something wrong.” He admitted, hands balled into fists. For a moment he averts his gaze, looking everywhere but you, before bringing it back to you, eyes red with unshed tears, shoulders shaking with frustration.
“I wasn’t sincere. I should have told you then, that I love you, instead of keeping it to myself. I thought you knew, but no one can read minds.”
“I’m sorry.” He tells you, and you know he is apologising for his actions. All but the writing. You could see the ink stains on his fingers even now. You had accepted him writing, locking himself up for a week and coming out a dying man. You have accepted that. But you have not accepted the way he treated you then, and you were not going to accept ever again.
“I’m not ready to accept your apology.” You tell him, voice even, and you seem calm as he looks at you with the hopeful spark fading from his eyes.
“Why didn’t you just,” You begin, searching for the right words, “Why didn’t you tell me then?” You finally ask, referring to the poems in the anthology. Love poems- all directed at you, written from the very beginning of your relationship.
“I didn’t know how.” He admits, wrapping his arms around you, burying his nose in your hair.
“You should have done this earlier.” You tell him, hugging him back, feeling like you have come back home for the first time in months.
“I know.” He whispers, caressing your hair, bringing you closer by the shoulders, until he envelops you.
“I know.” He mumbles again, and you listen to his heart beating out of his chest.
You move away, letting him go, before giving him one last look.
“I’m glad you know. Goodbye Jongdae.” You tell him, your voice soft, without any hint of malice. You seem content. You feel content. This was you leaving on your own terms. You loved him. of course you loved him. Sometimes though, you think, love is not enough. It does not keep you warm at night, or less lonely. Sometimes love is not given equally as it should. So you leave, walk away without turning back, knowing now where it was that he had spilled all his love- into words. You thought, that maybe, just maybe- Jongdae loved his words more than he loved you.
Jongdae followed your retreating figure walking back to your friends, glowing like the sun. As he was left in the dark night outside the bar, alone.
Prompt: "We need to work on your small talk. Asking new people you meet how they would like to die is kinda creepy."
AU: Parallel Universe
Rating: PG-13
WC: 1,294
↳ part of my AU drabble game
At precisely 20:02 on a Tuesday evening, Kim Jongdae appeared from nowhere to land in a dilapidated alley, pressed between a Macy’s department store on one side and the graffitied Winchester building on the other. Of which, the latter structure happened to contain New Stratford location of your office.
Jongdae was lucky, in that you were the only one in the alleyway at that particular time. Nearly everyone who worked in the Circle left before 18:00, overly concerned by trains, traffic and the time of commute. You alone were trudging between the buildings, paying little attention to your surroundings when he appeared from thin air.
It is hard to say what, exactly, happened. One second, you were adjusting your air pods with one hand, holding a jacket overhead to block out the rain with the other, not looking at all – and then, Jongdae was there.
He slammed into your body, making you stumble.
“Run!” he blurted, staring at you wide-eyed. The rims of his were red; a stark, bloodied color. His knuckles were white, gripping what appeared to be a gun in his hand. It was like no gun you had ever seen, though. “Run – run!” he gasped, breathing hard. “Why aren’t you running?”
Glancing over your shoulder, you saw no one. “I’m sorry.” You returned to him. “Are you running from something and telling me to run, too? Or, are you the thing I should be running from?”
Petering out, Jongdae’s run slowed to a halt in several, quick strides. He stopped right before you, glancing up at the sky. Freezing in place, he stared. “The sky,” he muttered, blinking abruptly. “It… isn’t orange anymore.”
“I – yeah.” You, of course, were not looking at the sky. You were looking at him, the gun that he held and wondering if you were about to die in an ally. “Is it usually orange to you? Are you colorblind, or something?”
Maybe you were witnessing a miracle. Y/N Y/L/N, of questionable age, witnessed the medical marvel of returned sight at 20:02, Tuesday evening in the fair month of – fuck, was it May already?
Jongdae shook his head, as though to dislodge water from his ears. “I,” he exhaled, bewildered. Twisting around, he stared up the ally, then down it. When he returned to you, he slowly lowered his weapon. “Where am I?”
Shit. This guy was probably drunk, although – you leaned in and sniffed. He did not smell like alcohol. “Uh,” you blinked, hastily retreating. “In an ally outside of Macy’s? It’s over there,” you pointed. “Are you looking for the Nike store? Tourists usually are.”
Jongdae stared at you as though you had spoken indecipherable gibberish and, in a way, you had. “Nike?” He blinked. “As in, the goddess? She has a marketplace?”
This was when you realized he was not from your world. You meant that in the loosest way possible, since you did not yet suspect the truth of the matter. Jongdae, with his strange manner of speaking, odd gun and orange sky, was from another world entirely.
Well. He was from your world, but a different version of it. A parallel universe, existing side by side with your own.
At that time though, you did not imagine any of that. All you knew was that this seemingly crazy man had accosted you in an ally, spoke of ancient goddesses like fact and thought the sky was orange. The one explanation was that he was insane and yet, you saw sanity in his gaze. It is hard to explain. You, yourself, were having trouble deciphering.
“I’m late,” he exhaled, glaning around. “The Empire. They need to know – they must know. There’s been a breakthrough, at the Academy and…” He shook his head. “There isn’t time. Where is your closest transport?”
Awkwardly, you pointed him in the direction of New Stratford Train Station. When he kept on blabbering though, you led him a block in the right direction, but this was when Jongdae seemed to realize the horrible truth of the matter.
On the corner of Clark and Monroe, he turned in a slow, stumbled circle. His gaze moved slowly from the tiered buildings to yours. “Am I… still on Earth?”
Multiple responses ran through your mind to this question, most of them impertinent. Something to his gaze, his tone, though, made you stop. He truly seemed distressed, which made you want to help. Damn your weak spot for lost causes.
“Yes,” you said to him gently, unsure what response he expected. “We’re on Earth.”
Briefly, Jongdae’s grip on his gun tightened. Then, he relaxed and – reluctantly – slid this into his pocket. “Not my Earth, though,” he muttered, almost to himself.
He seemed stunned by this prospect, a bit woozy and perhaps that is why you took pity on him. “Hey,” you said, waiting until he looked your way. “Would you… do you need help?”
Jongdae looked up, sharp. “You would willfully help a stranger?”
There was a strange undercurrent to his words; one you did not yet understand. Still, you nodded. “I mean, I live by the golden rule, or whatever.”
Jongdae’s brow furrowed, tilting his head to one side. “Is that rule of trial by combat, or fire?”
Awkwardly, you choked on the breath you inhaled. “What?”
“If one of us breaks the oath,” Jongdae explained, as one might to a toddler. “Is the golden rule here to kill the other by combat, or fire?”
Staring, you began to wonder if you had entered the pages of a strange, feudal science-fiction novel. “I – neither,” you insisted, incredulous. “God, we need to work on your small talk. Asking those you just met how they would like to die is kind of creepy.”
The corner of his lip twitched. “If there is no blood consequence to your oath, then – how do you ensure it is kept?”
His question left you baffled. “I,” you paused. “I don’t know. We just kind of trust each other, I guess.”
Jongdae stared. An errant breeze from the lake ruffled his hair and you realized then that he was quite attractive, when he was not threatening you with a gun in the middle of an ally.
“Trust.” Jongdae said the word as most would say moist – a phrase generally agreed upon by society to be dubious, at best. Arching a brow, he added, “A risky business, that.”
“Well.” Oddly emboldened, you took a step closer. “Do you have any choice?”
His brows ticked higher. “It would seem not,” Jongdae exhaled. “I suppose that, in return for your help –”
“Y/N.”
“In return for your help, Y/N – of other Earth.” A humorous glint entered his gaze. “I, Jongdae, of the Eighteenth Dynasty of the name, born in the Twentieth Century after the defeat of the Pretender, Christ –”
“Wait, what?”
“–pledge to owe you one favor.”
You fell silent, staring at him. “A favor?”
Solemnly, Jongdae nodded. His jawline was sharp, like his gaze and you found you could not look away. For a moment, the voices of reason ran through your mind. You did not know him. He seemed fucking insane. He spoke of alternate worlds, people and theories which defied common sense – and yet.
Your entire life had been spent in classrooms, in universities, in office spaces and conference rooms. All your life, you had wondered what if there was more – and here, at last, was more.
Determinedly, you tilted your chin upwards. “Alright,” you exhaled, outstretching your hand.
Blinking in surprise, Jongdae grasped your hand in his.
The heat which traveled your spine made you gasp, but you did not pull away.
Jongdae seemed startled as well but still, he straightened to look you in the eyes. “Then,” he said, shifting his weight. “Let’s get started.”
He thought he was done with humans. Last time he had direct contact with one was when he showed his parents what he had become five centuries ago. Ever since he’s became a blood sucker he promised to himself not to get close to any human.
Until you got injured in his territory, until his nostrils filled with your unusual scent… he had no other choice…
Vampire AU/Angst/Smut 🔞
Chen 👫 Reader (mentions of SHINee’s Key & Super Junior’s Donghae)
Thanks to @heebiejbies for this amazing edit of Chen’s Tinted Lips, wow. I love you for doing this for me!
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< Part 5
A/N: I did replace who originally was BTS’ Jimin for Super Junior’s Donghae 🤷I apologise if this upset anyone, but I felt the need to do this to be able to keep writing this fanfic...
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Perhaps it was time for Chen to change some things around, make the place more like a home... After all you were right. Why would even remotely accept him? The way he was living, if you could even call it that...
But also, he didn’t want to believe it was only that. He didn’t believe that you didn’t feel it. He didn’t believe that after almost three months you weren’t thinking of him. That your body didn’t ache, but certainly it was stubbornness, just like the way he was stubborn himself at first. He was convincing himself that he didn’t want to force you into anything. He was convinced your need for him would make you come back... but it didn’t happen, and that is why he was in front of what he understood a place that would bring him the money he needed to make his ruined palace fit for his queen.
“Where are you going pretty boy?”
“Move away if you don’t want to lose that precious big arm of yours.” Roared Chen fearless.
The two gorilla-like bouncers at the back door of the noisy club bursted out laughing.
“You little tiny bean? What are you going to do to me baby boy with lipstick on?” Teased the threatened biggest one. “Go home before your mommy realises you’re not tucked in the way she left you. Before I lose my patience.” The man pushed Chen with one finger.
Chen took that same finger at his chest pulling him closer to him surprising the man with the unexpected power he had. “I said let me in. I need to speak to your boss that has illegal businesses going on. Now!”
“Alright enough of this nonsense.” The other man came to grab Chen by his shoulder but both found themselves shoved onto the wall as they hang while Chen held their necks.
“I said now!” Chen insisted.
“What are you!?”
“Are you sure you want to discover what am I? Let me in I said and escort me to where your mafia lord is.”
Chen let go making them fall on the ground holding on their necks nodding like little docile puppies. The biggest one opened the door for him walking in front of him.
“Here he is.” He knocked the door opening it. “Boss?”
“What the fuck do you want? Can’t you see I’m busy?”
Two beautiful girls arose from under the table. He was clearly busy.
“I have someone that needs to see you.”
Chen didn’t wait for any further introductions and opened the door letting himself in. “You buy antiques don’t you?”
“Who is this pretty boy Jaeho? I didn’t allow you to let anyone in.”
Chen ignored the comment sitting adjacent from the man that they called boss crossing his leg playing with his chin.
“I’m kind of in a hurry. Please let these ladies out.”
“What makes you think I won’t just crack your neck pretty boy?”
“Try it!” Chen tapped his fingers over the desk. “I’m waiting.”
“Boss, I think you should listen to him.”
“Get out useless!” The boss motioned with his hand for the bouncer to leave.
“And the ladies?” Chen pointed.
“Speak up because I don’t have much time.”
“Alrighty.” Chen took from his pocket a gold hairpin typical of Joseon era placing it on the table.
“Oh.” The boss extended his hand to touch but Chen moved it away.
“Let me hear what you can do for me first, and then you can touch as much as you want.”
“Where did you steal that from?”
“I didn’t steal it.” Spat Chen. “I inherited it.”
“Yeah sure sure, I mean we could partner. I see that is-”
“Yes from Joseon era. It was owned by one of King Sejong’s concubines.”
“What do you want for it? How much?”
“I don’t want money.” Chen relaxed in his seat noticing how one of the girls had stood up wanting to seat on his lap. “Let these ladies out. You can’t buy me with women.”
“You two.” Spoke the boss firmly. “Out! And if any of this gets out, you don’t want to see what I’ll do to you.”
“Tsk tsk tsk.” Chen shook his head. “I tell you I don’t trust men mistreating women.”
The boss gulped motioning for the girls to leave. “Tell me what you want, and you shall have it. Drugs? Weapons?”
Chen clicked his tongue. “No. I want you to rebuild my house.”
The boss widened his eyes speechless before bursting into jerks of laughter. “What?”
“If you can’t, I’ll get someone else to do it for me.” Chen stood up but the boss caught his wrist noticing how cold to the touch he was.
“Anything you want. Tell me what you want to do.”
“I’ll tell you. However if any of your men tries to steal me, I’ll rip their limbs off.” Chen moved his tongue over his teeth showing him his shiny vampire fangs. “You got me?”
The boss flinched away gasping. “I understand. And you got my word. You got Lee Byukhan’s word. What’s your name?”
***
The hairpin’s value was was much more than some renovations in Chen’s already beautiful palace. He could had build ten other palaces with the value of the ancient hairpin, but he didn’t want. He just wanted enough to have this place modernised and welcoming for when you came. That is you ever decided to.
He finally got electricity, which he found the best human invention of all times. He got all the plumbing done and an out of this world main bathroom. The whole decor was stunning. It looked like a palace in Joseon era with modern amenities. The red and green colours vibrant, bringing him memories of Dohee that he wanted to replace with you.
Now all he needed to do was wait...
Wait, and wait and wait...
Chen had never really openly called you out loud, he thought that your heart would bring you back. The ache that you were surely feeling just like he was feeling. But now in a desperate moment like this where he couldn’t anymore...
“Come back to me ___. Come back to me or my life won’t have a meaning anymore... My existence is no longer relevant on this earth...”
***
“You didn’t get pictures of the Pine Grosbeak bird. You didn’t bring anything to the table ever since that damn attempt. And you won’t even take me to be your lovely husband. What is wrong with you ___?”
“Oh here he comes again. Leave me alone Donghae.”
“You do realise you are the only girl I let her talk to me without formalities right?”
“What do you want right now?” You looked from your computer to his beautiful cheeky face.
“Ah forget it! You are being impossible lately.” he shoved the air in front of him turning his chair and attention back to his work.
“As if you really cared about what happens to me. If I get fired, you’ll be the happiest, thinking maybe I’ll go cry on your shoulder and ask you to take me in right?”
“You wouldn’t come to me even then baby?” Teased Donghae.
“Don’t call me baby, and no I wouldn’t.”
“What happened in that trip ___. No seriously I’m very curious. You’re unbearable lately.”
That trip...
You closed your eyes. The mention of that trip...
“Come back to me ___. Come back to me or my life won’t have a meaning anymore... My existence is no longer relevant on this earth...”
You gasped as if feeling your body shaking from the inside. Your heart pumping blood fast. His voice... His pretty voice coming out of his tinted lips...
His tinted lips...
“Donghae!” You called holding on your chest squeezing your eyes shut.
He looked from his computer to you standing coming to your side. “___? Are you alright? What’s wrong?”
“My chest!” You breathed out with difficulty.
“Oh lord! I’m taking you to the hospital!”
Donghae didn’t wait for your approval and lifted you bridal style running outside the offices.
“Stop! Stop! I’m fine. I need your car keys.” You whispered on the crock of his neck.
“What? Are you insane?”
“Donghae, I think I’m love sick, that’s all.”
“What the actual fuck ___!” He put you down. “Don’t fucking joke with these things. What is your fucking problem? Ha?”
You held on your temple with one hand while the other still pressed on your chest.
“Are you in pain or not?”
You started crying making a scene. You rested your forehead on the wall near the elevator.
“___!”
“Donghae. Give me your car keys, as a friend please.”
“To go see an asshole that is making you cry?”
“I’m the asshole. I need to go see him.”
“Fucking great! And I thought I stood a chance... Sure baby girl.” He took out his car keys. “But just so you know... I won’t be nice every time. You fooled me.”
“Thanks Donghae.”
“And the boss? Do I just tell him...”
“I’ll come back with the Pine Grosbeak bird pictures, if I don’t... I’ll quit.”
“No baby, he’ll fire you.”
You nodded getting in the elevator. “Thanks Donghae.”
***
You didn’t even bother change or try and look better. You took Donghae’s car and drove to Bukhansan National Park non stop. Your heart squeezing from time to time, wondering how all this time it never really did. What had happened to you. You were a professional when it came to ignore those feelings. You even were thinking of maybe take Donghae’s offer, after all... what did he lack? In comparison to Chen that did lack.
Chen was full of flaws you were convincing yourself with that fact. For starters he wasn’t even human. Thinking you'd give up your life to be in that wrecked and full of history place with his beloved Dohee was selfish of him. You weren’t a therapist, not for a vampire for sure. You didn’t want that, you didn’t want him... but you did. You were lying to yourself because you couldn’t wait to have his cold smooth skin near yours to stop that ache you felt all these months. Wasn't he the one promising you eternal love? What has he done to prove you that he was in love like he claimed?
Nothing, nothing happened other than taint your soul, making you think of nothing but his tinted lips. The lips that needed to attach to your skin as soon as possible, otherwise you’d go insane and finally die in your own misery.
“Chen!” You cried in the middle of the dark road.
You exited the car that you parked near the phone booth and where the bus should stop crossing the road to the darkest side of the forest where you last saw his sparkling eyes before disappearing.
“I’m here.” You added looking around for him.
You didn’t have the chance to even adjust to the thought that you were now on his arms and running. You closed your eyes feeling his cold body against yours.
He set you down taking two steps away. You slowly opened your eyes looking around the place that looked nothing like you remembered, wondering if you had travelled in time to the good days of this palace. Your eyes finally falling on Chen. He was breathing heavily, his eyes were the shiniest red shade and his eyebrows knitted. You caught your breath almost scared, scared but excited, scared but regretting not coming before...
“Chen!” You extended your hand wanting to touch him, but he took another step back. “What’s wrong?”
“I thought you came because you missed me, and after three months apart, you come to me smelling like another man.” He placed his index finger under his nostrils to cover them looking rather disgusted.
You laughed shaking your head. “Possessive vampire?”
“Are you even mine to begin with? How could you?”
“Did you look for me?”
“I’m a vampire yes, but I cannot find you just because I want to find you. However you know where I am. And you smell like another man. Have you came here to mock my misery?”
“Misery? What misery, look where you’re liv-”
Chen turned on the lighting making you swallow the rest of the sentence. It was magical. It looked exactly like one of those Joseon dramas settings, but even better. The red colours contrasting with the modern lighting. The beautiful wooden flooring, warm wooden flooring that was. The ornaments, the flowers engraved in the wooden pillars.
“Chen! How?”
“For you. I never had the need to do this, but for you. I’m willing to live the most normal life. For you. You give meaning to my existence.”
“Not Dohee?”
“You. You made my frozen heart beat again.”
You came closer really needing to hear everything he had to say closely.
“You smell like another male.”
“What do you smell? You think I slept with someone else? Do you think I could? I couldn’t even get closer to anyone all this time!”
“Then why?”
“I took his car. I smell like Donghae because of his car! To come here when I heard you call me. It was that easy to have me back. Why didn’t you call me before? Why didn’t you say my name once!”
“Bath.”
“What?”
“Bath to get rid of that stench.”
You widened your eyes surprised but relaxed your features after nodding. “Alright Chen, I’ll-”
“Jongdae. Call me by my human name. I don’t want to be Chen anymore, not with you.”
You agreed. “Alright.”
He moved walking in front of you in the once humid and dark corridor. Now it was warm and inviting. Bright and beautiful decorated with all sorts of Joseon antiques.
You didn’t speak, you didn’t ask, you just observed amused till he opened the door to the biggest bathroom you’ve seen in your life.
It was not as bright, it was dimly lit. Dark beige marble walls and floorings. A big double door shower with a bench inside, and a big enough bath to fit two people. It was already filled and it had fresh bath foam floating and some petals.
“When did you prepare all this?” You smiled trying again to get close to him.
“Bath!” He placed his hand in front of him.
“I-”
“I’ll wait outside.” He huffed walking away.
You noticed how his hands had gathered into fists. He seemed cold and distant, but as you undressed and submerged yourself in the very comfortable warm bath.
After not even five minutes he knocked on the door.
“Yes?” You raised yourself looking at the door.
“Ahmm.”
“Do you want to come in? There’s plenty of room in here.”
He opened the door slowly peeking first to see how you sat in the bath. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s alright Ch-Jongdae. I guess I smell nice now?”
He let himself in holding a very old looking book. “Can I sit? Next to you?”
“With a book?”
“I’ll sit just next to the bath.”
You nodded confused. “What is that book you’re holding?”
“Poetry. You like poetry?”
“Well, I don’t know...”
Jongdae sat next to the bath on the floor, he opened the book making you curious. You watched how long his eyelashes were when he looked down at the book trying to choose what he wanted to read. His tinted lips the most kissable, wondering how you had such willpower to not just pull him with you inside.
‘廻石直生空 平湖四望通
岩根恒灑浪 樹杪鎭搖風
偃流還漬影 侵霞更上紅
獨拔群峯外 孤秀白雲中
The solitary boulder rises straight up to the heavens
And looks out over the four directions from Placid Lake.
Waves constantly splash around the roots of the stone
As tree branches ceaselessly tremble in the wind.
The stone leans in the waves, immersing its shadow
While an encroaching sunset mist transforms its top to red.
Unaccompanied, it juts up beyond the clustered peaks,
Rising alone amid the white clouds’
“You can read Hanja? How old is that book?”
“This was written by Dharma Master Chong, a monk from the Goguryeo Kingdom (37 B.C.–A.D. 668)”
“It’s beautiful Jongdae... but it’s more beautiful because you read it with your voice coming out your tinted lips.”
“You don’t detest me? My lips turned way too crimson. It’s the reason why I secluded myself in a way, I’m afraid you’ll be embarrassed of me.”
“Well good thing you secluded yourself, otherwise someone could had taken you from me. You are beautiful Jongdae.”
He shied away looking down smiling slightly. You noticed because the edges of his lips curled slightly upwards.
He set the book down lifting his gaze to lock eyes with you. “You smell good.” He took your hand feeling with the palm of your hand with his thumb.
You hissed at the feeling of his cold skin with your hot one. You raised yourself lightly tracing his lower lip with thumb. “I missed you. I won’t lie about it. I missed you a lot. I was in pain, but you never called me.”
“Would you had heard me?”
“I did when you called me today. How could you? You don’t you desire me anymore like you did before?” You traced your fingers over your neck.
“Don’t do that.” He growled.
“I don’t fear you Jongdae.”
He pulled you to stand bringing you by the waist crushing his chest over your naked one making you gasp. “You shouldn’t say things like that to a vampire. You are here alone with me. Watch your words.”
You cleared your throat. “You look tense. Your muscles must be aching.” Your hands massaged his shoulders slowly.
“Did you feed well today?”
You nodded. “All I’m missing is dessert.”
His nostrils flared before following a drop of water that traced your cheek going to your jaw. “Get dressed.”
“You don’t crave for me anymore?”
“I don’t think you’re ready to take me. You need to feed.”
“Don’t you need to feed?”
“___.”
“Jongdae! I don’t feel desired. All them things you told me... a bunch of lies.”
“You basically hold my life. You have me wrapped around your finger and it’s hard to deal with it.”
“Your tinted lips...” You pulled his lower lips with your fingers. “I want them. I want you so bad.” You spoke sultrily making the beast inside Jongdae roar.
The echo in the marbled bathroom making all your hairs stand and maybe regretting your blunt actions. His eyes shined the deepest of reds, like rubies. His canines visible poking on his lower lip. He fisted your hair forcing you to reveal your neck to him. Your jugular vein pumping the blood he so long craved making you fear him.
He lowered his face finally his nose making contact with your warm wet skin. He darted his tongue licking the patch where he’d sink his teeth. “I tried to be as romantic and patient and good vampire as I could, but I guess bad girls like you don’t get to have that.”
“Jongdae!” You fisted his shirt. “I’m cold.”
“Let me suck you and when I fuck you you’ll warm up.”
“How about you fuck me first so I’m fully aware and then suck me afterwards all you want?”
“Tsk tsk tsk. I do not receive orders.” He followed by tracing his canines. “Not with a girl like you that doesn’t appreciate how composed I’ve been ever since you came back smelling like someone else.”
He followed by tracing his nails gently over your back sending jolts of pleasure through your body.
“But I want to see you too. It’s not fair.”
Jongdae sighed, it amused how weak he was with you, when in his head this scenario is nothing like he imagined it would be.
“Are you intending to stay ___?” He asked low near your ear. “Tell me, I need to know. Because I don’t want to get addicted to your venom.”
“You’re not making it want me to stay.” You pushed him lightly to look at him closely. “You don’t love me.”
Jongdae licked his beautiful tinted lips watching you bit your lower one. You punctured your lip peeling some skin making it bleed. Jongdae’s ruby looking eyes widened giving all his attention to the little drop of blood that decorated your lower lip.
“You are-”
“Nasty. I know, but you are slow. I’m just initiation what you can’t.”
You weren’t sure if you should had said that last sentence or not. You were in a second pushed to the ice cold marble wall feeling Jongdae’s canines on your lip. He sucked making two new punctures getting more of your blood. It was lust laced with desire and hunger. Certainly not satisfying anything for both of you.
You tilted your head to let him properly kiss you postponing the little blood sucking momentarily. You pushed his shirt aside trying to expose any skin, feeling that the wall at your back wasn’t cold enough to calm the fire you were feeling inside your body. Your blood pumping so fast that it felt you were going to pass out if he didn’t take you right now.
Jongdae released your lips with a pop letting your take your breath while he ripped his own clothing watching you pant, feeling how much you wanted him finally.
“You’re a bad a girl, and being bad around vampires is not wise.”
“I’m your bad girl.”
Jongdae growled the loudest you’ve heard him. It excited you incredibly. He pulled your arm demandingly towards him following by slapping your butt cheek firmly, you understood his command without any words. You encircled his neck with your arms jumping encircling his waist with your legs.
“Am I being good now?” You pecked his lips while he walked you outside the bath walking again down the museum-like corridor.
“We’ll see how good you take a vampire that’s been waiting for you for three months now. Then I’ll decide.”
“Are you going to break me Jongdae? Because I'm not one bit scared of that.”
A door slid closed feeling the softness of a silk sheeted mattress. Trying to straighten yourself to admire the Joseon queen-like chamber, you felt Jongdae’s hand at the side of your neck holding you in place.
“Just stay docile, because after this you’ll lose a lot of blood.” He advised removing his hand guiding it to your centre. “Spread your legs.”
“And acting all knowledgeable? Didn’t you lose your virginity with me?”
“We learn quick, a quality we have.” He pushed his digits inside making you gasp.
“Jongdae!”
“Three-months.” He thrusted his fingers every word deep enough to have you seeing stairs. “Three-long-painful-lonely-months!” At this stage you were holding his wrist, but that didn’t stop him from thrusting after every word sharply. “How-could-you!”
“Jongdae~”
You tried stopping his hand but in vain, and when you actually surrendered to the feeling, he was the one removing his hand.
“I’m sorry~” You whined feeling his cold member stretching you the way you needed. “I- you feel so good~” you whispered that last statement closing your eyes.
You felt his body and chest make contact with your body, the delicious feeling of his weight as he rolled his hips thrusting sharply again like with his fingers.
“Jongd-aghr~”
“Yeah, yes! Show me how sorry you are. Tell me we belong like this forever.”
“Yes Jongdae. I want this forever.” You ran your fingers through his hair sending electricity throughout Jongdae’s body, yet a new feeling he’s never felt.
“You are danger, but I love you.”
“More Jongdae~ and kiss me.”
He lowered his mouth attaching it under your ear peppering sweet soft kisses that contradicted the sharp pinch of his canines. Pain and pleasure taken to the next level.
Your body surrendered to his thrusts when they got erratic and faster than your ability to count. It was like magic because you were sure you didn’t feel any part of your body except your brain and the knot that tied in your stomach laced with vibrations that were humanly indescribable.
When his cold release filled you, you then felt him sucking on your neck followed by a sharp puncture on your numbed skin. You could hear liquid being sucked and Jongdae’s greedy swallowing. You had reached the complete happiness and satisfaction. The pain not palpable feeling how Jongdae desired you.
When his tongue lapped to seal the wound, you felt serene and calm. The orgasm you experienced still making you dizzy. His tinted lips kissing your forehead after covering you.
“Turn me like you Jongdae~” It came out in an almost inaudible whisper that his vampire nature picked up.
He stiffed straightening himself. “Sleep for now.”
Jongdae thought he was finally happy... but he hadn’t thought about this one yet...
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A/N: First update being away from Tumblr. I hope you liked it even though I was writing this in my lowest of lowest moods. There’s a nice plot coming up in the story in the future, I promise.
Thanks for reading and supporting these humble fics I write ^_^
