WARNING: smut (hard sex, unprotected sex, oral sex, hand job); angst; fluff; foul language; violence; kidnapping; mention of drugs
PAIRINGS: main: Choi Minho x Reader; side: Kim Jonghyun x Kim Kibum
CATEGORY: romance/thriller
RATING: 18+
Number of Chapters: 19
Word count per chapter: 700-2k
Overall word count: 27.8k
SUMMARY: Y/n was kidnapped when she was 13 but she doesn’t remember how it happened but keeps having these nightmares. Minho was a member of a syndicate when he was younger and, now, has already been living a new life. However, something from their past gets in the way for their happy and satisfying relationship.
Writer’s note: I really hope you enjoy this fiction. Please feel free to tell me what you think. I’m more than appreciative to receive comments from readers. I’m open to reasonable & constructive criticisms, as well as love & support.
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction made for personal entertainment of readers. The writer does not ever intend to offend her readers nor does she aim to spread false information about anyone as to pay any disrespect to the real-life persons whom the characters are based on. She also does not claim ownership to any of the images that are being used.
A/N: Literally just Jongkey being “romantic”. @syncxpate wanted a fluffy fic after the last one~ And if anyone was wondering, I was indeed listening to the Guardians of the Galaxy soundtrack.
It was way too cheesy, Jonghyun knew that, but he really just wanted to sway to some romantic songs with the love of his life. The lights were dimmed, the music playlist was set, and fake rose petals had been strewn over the carpet. If it didn't look so romantic, Kibum would have thrown a fit the minute he walked in the door. Instead, however, he was currently frozen in the entrance way, shoes barely off his feet with an eyebrow quirked in disapproval.
Jonghyun smiled so wide his face hurt, as if flashing his pearly whites might soften whatever lecture he was about to get. His eyes were closed in preparation for whipping out the puppy dog eyes. He heard a heavy sigh and light footsteps, before lips softer than silk brushed his own. Leaning into the kiss, Jonghyun let his hands wander to Kibum’s hips, keeping his eyes closed all the while. Kibum made a noise in between annoyance and amusement when Jonghyun slid his hands ever-so-slightly downwards and broke the kiss. He still had his eyebrow raised.
“Do your face muscles not hurt?”
“What?” Kibum had no idea where this was going.
“Your eyebrow…” Jonghyun trailed off when he realised Kibum was only going to get more irritated if he kept up whatever this was. “I just wanted a dance,” he smiled sheepishly, avoiding eye contact.
“We have a studio-”
“Not that kind of dance! Like, romantic style. Couple dance.”
Kibum sighed as loud as he could but placed his hands on Jonghyun’s shoulders. Jonghyun beamed again, and Kibum couldn’t help but think he looked like the most beautiful star in that moment. Jonghyun took out his phone and began his specialised playlist. Rupert Holmes’ Escape bled through the speakers and immediately elicited an impressive eye roll from Kibum. Before he could say anything, the smaller man caught his lips again in a chaste kiss before swaying to the beat. They followed each other’s lead for the duration of the song before the playlist moved on.
“Did you just download the entire soundtrack of Guardians of the Galaxy?” Kibum found his eyebrow raising yet again as Hooked On A Feeling began. “Not romantic at all…” he muttered.
“Hey! It’s a good movie with a great soundtrack!” Jonghyun actually sounded offended now.
“It came out like three years ago dude. Get over it,” Kibum rested his forehead on his partner’s shoulders to avoid letting him see the small smile gracing his face. If he was being completely honest, he was actually really enjoying this.
“I can feel you smiling on my neck-”
“Shut up,” Kibum pressed himself closer, wrapping his arms around Jonghyun in a real hug. He barely processed the next song change before Jonghyun started singing along. It was his own song, End of a Day. “I missed hearing you sing for me,” Kibum was smiling fully now, unable to stop himself despite the song itself being sad.
“Hey, Key?”
“Hm?”
“We’ve both worked really hard.”
“I love you,” Kibum looked up properly at Jonghyun now. Jonghyun held his gaze. It felt like one of those awful cheesy moments in a romantic drama where you knew the couple were about to kiss but they wouldn’t get on with it. So Jonghyun leaned down and captured Kibum’s lips in a slow, sensual kiss.
They were all failures; that’s why they ended up together.
At first it wasn’t because they liked each other, or because they would benefit from each other, or because they knew each other. They first became a coven out of convenience. They were all washouts; a familiar that couldn’t keep a job because he was too clumsy, a drude that was usually too tired to haunt nightmares because he couldn’t sleep during the day, an incubus that feeds on sex and relationships but couldn’t keep a friend, a poltergeist that had too much of a conscience, and a fallen angel that spent too much time praying in a futile attempt to get back to heaven. But really, finding each other and moving in together was the best thing to happen to them.
It was a normal day for the five demons who had opened a coffee shop of sorts. They owned a hipster chic shop that sold drinks for different kinds of things as Taemin and Key had taken up potion making. They sold drinks to make you sleep, drinks to make you calm, lustful, angry, and just about any other emotion. Their shop thrived in the heart of Seoul, the magic of their drinks kept hidden to everyone but them.
It was around 6pm and Onew, Taemin and Minho were busy at work. Minho was able to work in the kitchen cleaning and organizing as he didn’t need to apparate to do so. The other four could see him, so if he just kept his movement of things out of sight, no one would know that a poltergeist was doing dishes. Taemin was at the front counter; his angelic beauty and mysterious aura drew customers into the shop, and his boyfriend and his familiar, Onew was working diligently behind him, pouring up the brews they’d made the night before.
Taemin knew their shop was being watched; the same three men in all black had started coming in two weeks ago and would spend a large chunk of the day sitting in the corner booth after buying nothing more than bottles of water. Minho has also hung around them to listen in on conversations and actions they made; watching as the men in black suits took pictures of Taemin and Onew at work during the day. Key had also mentioned that men in similar attire order three bagels from them every night during their delivery only hours when Jonghyun was on delivery duty. These reasons are why an emergency meeting has been called as soon as they closed in two hours. It was a Saturday night, so they closed early with no delivery that night.
Key and Jonghyun walked into the shop promptly 5 minutes before closing and got busy helping close, but Key noticed that one of the 3 men were missing as the other two left. He mentally made a note to Jonghyun who could sense his boyfriend’s uneasiness as he locked the doors. The two looked around the main area as Onew and Minho picked up behind the counter, Onew cleaning the pot of decaf amour he had knocked on the floor minutes before.
Minho felt the shift in atmosphere from Key and Jonghyun and went to see what was wrong. Seconds after Minho appeared in front of Key and Jonghyun a large crash was heard from the
women’s bathroom and Onew yelped, dropping the coffee cup he’d been sipping from.
“Taem was cleaning in there.” he said quietly a worried expression covering his face.
“Minho, go check first.” Key said to the poltergeist, pointing towards the bathrooms. Minho promptly disappeared and then reappeared seconds later.
“Guys, it isn’t pretty. One of the black suit men has Taem in some sort of net thing that brought out his true form, wings and all.” Minho said, eyebrows knotted together in fear for one of his best friends. Onew gasped and hopped over the counter in a second, ready to fight to free his boyfriend but Key stopped him.
“Wait. These guys want us to show them what we really are right? Let’s show them then.” He said with a devilish smirk.
“Onew, go get the healing potion ready just in case we need some, and the three of us will get Taem, don’t worry. Jjong, Minho let’s go.” The incubus said, shifting into something a little less than human. He had fiery red hair with little horns and a long tail, his skin tinted a light pink.
Jonghyun shifted into a dark creature with long, sharp claws and a sickening grin with sharp teeth.
The demons had made plans to deal with unwanted visitors, ways to eliminate them without worry of the public knowing.
Minho first appeared in the bathroom again this time, inside one of the stalls and he began making knocking noises to distract the man in the black suit from his struggle with Taemin who seemed to be out of it, but was still putting up a fight with the net. He used this distraction to open
“Who’s in here?” The suited man called out into the bathroom.
Minho flipped the lock and let Key into the bathroom to try reason with the man.
“Hello sweetie, what brings you to our little cafe?” Key said in a sickly sweet voice, shifting into what the suited man wanted to see, a brunette woman with large assets.
“Who are you?” He asked.
“Never mind that sweetie. Can I asked what you’re doing with my pretty friend there?” Key asked, approaching the man and leaving the door open for Jonghyun to slip in. Key latched onto the man’s arm, smirking at him with his devil cat-like smirk and let our a lustful aura in the air.
“I-uh it’s my job, he needs to be-um eliminated”
“No dear, I’m- uh afraid we can’t have that.” Key said faltering slightly at the man’s words.
The man blinked, the spell broken, and in a flash a special taser that he’d used to apprehend Taemin was used on the incubus as well. Key fell to the floor, shifting back into his natural form, jerking violently.
Not a second later a large shadow appeared on the wall and Jonghyun stepped out from the wall, looking beyond angry. “You’ve made three wrong moves today. One, coming into our shop. Two, capturing my dear youngest brother, and three; hurting the one I love the most. Now. Prepare for a night terror.” Jonghyun said, eyes turning white. Seconds later a sickening snap was heard followed by cries of agony and anguish, pleas for mercy and blood curdling screams, then all at once, the screaming stopped with a thud. Laying on the ground was the suited man, blood dripping from his mouth, dead.
Jonghyun let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and his eyes returned to normal along with the rest of his body. He dropped on the floor next to Key and pulled him close. Minho yelled for Onew and he approached the netted fallen angel.
His hand felt like it was set on fire as soon as he touched the rope. He let go with a hiss and he realized that this was no normal rope. He looked to Taemin who was tangled into the rope, whimpering and weakling trying to set himself free and he cringed at the pain the youngest must be feeling.
Onew rushed in and went to the rope, set on tunnel vision. He ignored the burning and he pulled and quickly untangled the rope, freeing Taemin. He hugged his boyfriend tightly and planted kisses all over his face. Taemin weakly cuddled close to the elder and sniffled. Onew pulled two bottles out of his pouch, hanging one to Key who was still shaken up after the shock he was given, and he opened the other and held it to Taemin's mouth. “Drink this. It’ll help.” Taemin drank the liquid quickly, and felt himself cool down slowly. After a few minutes, Onew had everyone move into the main area to rest on the couches, and he carried Taemin, careful of the younger’s large black wings that hadn’t gone yet.
Taemin smiled up weakly at Onew, “You are truly the best familiar, and boyfriend.” he whispered.
A/N This is the piece I wrote for @flrite for winning the giveaway! I hope you enjoy!
Summary: Despite being a little bit in love with his friendly neighborhood barista, Kibum's life of office work and hanging out with his friends is quite uneventful. What causes it to take a turn for the extraordinary is an administrative blunder -- the kind that puts other people's love lives into his hands. That, and the unfortunate side-effect of shooting down his own chances at love.
Genre: Fluff; Romance; AU
Rating: PG-13/T; no warnings
Word count: 81,713
Notes: Massive thanks to @chenrise for her incredibly insightful and thorough beta job, as well as for her guidance and suggestions about the title and summary. Many hearts also to @kimjongkey, who made fabulous graphics for me!
After about a million and one days later, @kimjongkey and I have chosen a winner to our writing competition!
It’s the End of the World as we know it by @lala-pipo
Congratulations!
Runner-Ups:
Solus by @onthighsbelongtotaemin
and
Celandine by @eorumverba
Thank you to our participants! All your stories were absolutely wonderful and an amazing addition to the fandom. I’m sure everyone will enjoy reading them as much as we did!
Pairings: Choi Minho x Reader; Kim Jonghyun x Kim Kibum (side)
Word count: 1.7k
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction made for personal entertainment of readers. The writer does not ever intend to offend her readers nor does she aim to spread false information about anyone as to pay any disrespect to the real-life persons whom the characters are based on. She also does not claim ownership to any of the images that are being used.
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Chapter 7
MINHO
I can’t believe he’s still alive. I thought I saw him die. I was there when the building collapsed.
It was Min Hyunjae. It had to be him. I wasn’t mistaken. I’m not crazy. It was him who I saw on campus wearing a hood over his head. And now he’s here? What is he planning to do?
I was fine telling anyone about my childhood. However, what happened between age fifteen and seventeen is a mystery that everyone who knows me never knew came about.
It was the night of my fifteenth birthday at the orphanage and I had just blown out my candle. Bedtime arrived but I was still hoping for my wish to come true. Before I knew it, there was a knock on the window of my bedroom. Turns out it was my big brother, fulfilling his promise that he’d get me out of there. As history confirms, he was successful in doing so, and my wish came true.
He was already part of the syndicate when he signed me in. I had no idea what it was for, but, at the time, I’d rather go anywhere but back to the orphanage.
A few months later, new kids are all gathered up in a room to be taught how exactly to do the job. We were also trained to fight. And there, I met Min Hyunjae.
Hyunjae was my only friend. We were inseparable. Both of us were forced to be there and lure girls our age into that dingy old warehouse, where they would be kept captive in barrels and only the universe knows what was next for them. Hyunjae and I stuck together in doing the job. We would go to high school events and club parties to meet with innocent high school girls. We would be punished together every time we failed.
I still remember the night when Hyung brought a specific girl to the building who was quite younger than the ones we usually take in. It didn’t even look like she was a teenager then. Days had gone by when he decided that he couldn’t take it anymore. He told me his plan to call the authorities and escape together with Hyunjae. I was sure it had something to do with the girl, but he never told me what would happen to her if we didn’t go through with the plan. We just knew it was time.
The night came when we finally put an end to everything. The building was surrounded by police cars. While Hyung was about to get Hyunjae and I was supposed to run to the exits, I decided on a different plan to save the girl. While I was running towards the exit gate with her hand in mine, I heard Hyunjae call out my name, weeping.
“Hyung is gone,” he cried. As it seemed, my brother was drilled to death for being caught that he was the one who called the cops. Before we even anticipated it, a man grabbed Hyunjae from behind and took him back inside the warehouse. I had no choice but to run before other guys came for me too, dragging the girl with me.
I successfully took her away from the building and made sure she got to the police’s hands safely. However, my job wasn’t done yet. When I was about to go back for Hyunjae, an explosion rang my ears deaf. Despite it, I still ran into the burning building. I tried to hold onto hope and look for him when a policeman grabbed me, got me under control, and took me into a police car. In that police car was her.
I still remember the last words I said to her. I looked into her teary eyes and said, “Be safe, okay?”
After a minute or two, I found an opportunity to run for it.
I ran all night. I didn’t stop. I didn’t know how long I was running and how far I had come. Eventually, my legs started to tremble and I began to feel light-headed. While I was already trudging, a car hit me from behind, causing my internal bleeding and first life gone. The lady who was driving is now my mother.
. . .
“Here we are.”
I shake myself calm and collected as Y/n rings the doorbell of her parents’ house. I can already hear people jabbering from inside.
A tiny woman with wrinkled but flawless skin answers the door. I now know where Y/n got her cute height. “Oh, darling, it’s so good to see you!” She reaches out her arms to Y/n and gives her a kiss on the cheek.”
“Happy birthday, Mother,” Y/n smiles widely. “Oh, this is Choi Minho. He kindly drove with me all the way here because I was carrying a bag full of old clothes and a box of your heavy vases,” she laughs sarcastically.
“Oh, right, the box,” I just remember. “I’ll be right-”
“No, no, no,” Y/n’s mom insists. “Come on in. We’ll get that box later. Let me take this.” She takes the cake from my hands. “It’s very nice to meet you, Minho,” she looks up to me and smiles.”
“Pleasure is mine,” I smile back at her.
We’re now walking into the house, making our way across the living room, and stepping out to the garden. I watch the place from side to side, full of decorations. Balloons, banners, and not to mention, flowers in strings hung all over the walls besides already having various kinds planted along the grass.
I’d say this is probably too much for a fifty-fifth birthday but it’s just light and elegant to look at.
“Wow, this party is no joke,” I say to Y/n in full amazement.
“Why, thank you for that wonderful compliment! I worked my ass off for this,” a light brown-haired man in a cerulean blue suit appears in front of us.
“Oppa!” Y/n calls out and throws the guy a huge hug.
‘Oppa’? Who the fuck is this guy? Why do her friends all have to be guys? And why do they have to be so good-looking? Hmm, well, at least I’m way taller than him.
“I’ll leave you kids alone,” Y/n’s mom turns away from us to entertain her other guests.
Wait. I remember him. He was with Y/n and Kibum at the café the morning after she got drunk. I almost didn’t recognize him up close. Back then he had hair that was black and longer.
“Oppa, this is Minho,” she introduces me after their exchange of sweet laughter. “Minho, this is Kim Jonghyun. He’s one of our best friends from college and now Kibum’s fiancé.”
Oh. I process that for a moment. “Oh, hi!” I now show a genuine smile. “Congratulations.”
“Thanks, man! Come with me, let’s get something to drink.”
I look to Y/n, asking with my eyes if it’s okay to leave her for a bit.
“Go ahead,” she mouths as Jonghyun is already pulling me with him towards the bar.
As we walk across the garden, here comes Kibum, whose hair is now darker and longer to the top of his ears.
“Look who’s here! If it isn’t Choi Minho,” he sounds like he had a lot to drink already. “Hey, babe,” he kisses Jonghyun on the lips, then turns to me.
“Hey, Kibum! Having fun, huh?”
“You bet. The drinks are amazing!” he shouts despite our close distance. “I’ll catch you guys later.” He waves flirtatiously at Jonghyun and makes his way to Y/n. Before I know it, they disappear into the crowd.
“Great party. It’s sweet of you to do this for Y/n’s mom,” I give Jonghyun my praise.
“Thanks. Professor by day, party planner by night.”
“Nice. What do you teach?”
“I teach Music and Song Writing at the state university,” he informs me. “I hear you’re an artist yourself. What do you study?”
“I major in Photography. I wouldn’t call myself an artist yet. I just started going to school a year ago.”
“That’s great. You should be proud,” he pats me on the shoulder.
I thought I was done being amazed by Y/n, but it’s no wonder why many people love her, who are just as warm as her.
Jonghyun and I continue to exchange topics about arts and music when a tall man, taller than me, with graying hair and a drink in his hand approaches us.
“I hope I’m not interrupting.”
“Hello,” Jonghyun bows to him, greeting him formally.
“Thanks for the party, Jonghyun. These cocktails are great!”
“Not at all, Dr. L/n,” Jonghyun says. “Let me introduce you to my and Y/n’s friend, Choi Minho.” He then looks at me, “Y/n’s father is a surgeon.”
“A pleasure to meet you, doctor,” I shake the man’s hand, trying to decide whether to be delighted or intimidated.”
“I’ve heard a lot about you, Minho. Y/n calls us almost everyday and you’re all she talks about.”
I can feel my face flush.
. . .
Time passes by slowly, only because I haven’t seen Y/n in a minute. I have to say, her parents are not as bad as she told me while we were in the car. Now that I’ve met them, I can’t imagine them as being strict and suffocating as she described.
Y/n’s father just told me a funny story of how, one night, she came home drunk during her college days, she burst everything out to them. About how unhappy she was that they wouldn’t accept her for who she is. To this day, she doesn’t remember it and they’re trying to keep it that way.
With a drink in my hand, I’m now just admiring her from afar talking to her parents and other guests. I really did make a good choice of helping her carry that big heavy box. Now, I just think, damn, she’s far more stunning than how I was imagining when I didn’t get to be with her in the last couple of weeks. I thought looking after her through her window is already enough, but now, I can’t help but want more of her. I’m more than happy and esteemed to enter her world and hopefully, eventually, I’ll be a part of it.
