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Summary:Until he saw you laughing with someone else, your hand resting on their arm in a way that should’ve been his.
Pairing: Hendery X Reader
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Hendery had always been the easygoing one—the friend everyone could count on for a laugh, the guy who never stepped on anyone’s toes. He was the nice one, the one who listened to all your problems, the one who smiled even when his heart ached. And for the longest time, that had been fine. It was just who he was.
Until now.
Until he saw you laughing with someone else, your hand resting on their arm in a way that should’ve been his.
His stomach twisted. He should’ve been happy for you, right? That’s what the nice guy does. He smiles, he nods, he convinces himself that this was how things were meant to be.
But tonight, he didn’t feel like playing that role.
“Hey.” His voice was steady as he walked up to you, even though his pulse was anything but. You turned to him, eyes bright like they always were when you saw him, and for a second, he almost chickened out. Almost let you slip away.
But then the other guy—someone he barely knew, someone who didn’t know you like he did—put a hand on your waist, and suddenly, the words came easier.
“Can I steal you for a minute?” Hendery asked, forcing himself to meet your eyes instead of the confused look the guy beside you shot him.
You blinked, clearly surprised, but nodded. “Yeah, of course.”
He led you a few steps away, just enough that he didn’t have to see that guy in his peripheral vision anymore. His heart was racing. He wasn’t supposed to do this. He had never done this. But he was done being the one who always stepped aside.
Taking a deep breath, he looked at you—really looked at you—and finally said the words he should’ve said a long time ago.
“I like you.” His voice was quiet, but firm. “And I don’t wanna just stand around and watch someone else get to be with you.”
Your lips parted slightly, surprise flickering across your face. “Hendery…”
“I know I should’ve said something sooner,” he rushed on, afraid that if he let you speak, you’d tell him it was too late. “But I didn’t. And that’s on me. I just… I need you to know. Because if there’s even the smallest chance you feel the same way, I don’t wanna let this slip through my fingers.”
The silence stretched between you, thick with something he couldn’t name. Then, slowly, you smiled.
“I was waiting for you to say something,” you admitted, and his breath caught. “I just didn’t think you ever would.”
His heart slammed against his ribs. “So does that mean…?”
You rolled your eyes, but it was fond, amused. “It means yes, you idiot.”
And just like that, for the first time in his life, Hendery was glad he finally broke the rules.
Summary - A night with friends ends up in both you and haechan figuring out each others kinks. 7 minutes in heaven turns into something you’ve both been needing.
“Come on! Let’s sit!” I hear ningning squeal as the group of people settle down into a circle on the couches around us “I think we should play truth or dare” she coos, shooting a wink at me with a smile on her face “ok” I shrug as we hear 3 other people walk in.
I turn to see haechan, jeno, and Renjun coming in late from practice as they make their way toward us “what’s going on here” jeno sighs as he plants down next to Karina “truth or dare” she shrugs as haechan perks at the name “oh I’m in” he purrs as he sits next to me, throwing me a smile and a greeting before the game begins.
“Haven’t seen you all day” he sighs as he leans onto my shoulder giving me a pout “my best friend thinks she’s too cool for me” he fake cries causing a smile to grow on my face “cut the theatrics” I laugh, lifting my leg up slowly exposing my thigh a little higher than usual. Haechan’s breath hitches as I squirm on the couch, my eyes focused back on Karina as she asks me a question.
Karina notices haechans wondering eyes, from my thighs to my boobs, to my lips, she had a plan. “Y/n! Truth or dare” she smiles that smile I know all too well. I squint my eyes, knowing it going to be trouble “truth” I shrug as she loses her smile “BOOO” she sighs “what’s a kink you have but never told anyone” she winks as I lean back, hitting haechans arm that was spread behind me on the couch “breeding kink probably” I shrug nonchalantly as I feel haechan stiffen from beside me.
“What do you know haechan has that exact same kink” jeno smiles over at both of us and Karina. I look over to haechan who has a smirk on his face, the tension growing as it goes silent for a few seconds. “Ok rina truth or dare” I coo as she smiles at me coyly “dare” she coos.
“I dare you to kiss jeno” I smile “fine” she rolls her eyes and leans to her left, kissing jeno softly but the soft kisses quickly turn into a make-out as she straddles him. They pull back slowly, smiling at each other before jeno looks over to haechan. “Haechan truth or dare” he hums “dare” hyuck smiles.
“I dare you to play 7 minutes in heaven with y/n” jeno nods, I chuckle as I look over towards hyuck “fine” he shrugs as he pulls me up and pushes me into the closet nearest to the living room “so what are we going to do” I coo as our bodies are inches away from touching “whatever you want any doll” he hums onto my neck.
“Hyuck” I mewl as his hands run up my body “why didn’t you tell me you had a breeding kink” he coos as I try and hide my moans as his hands trail up my hips “you never asked” I shrug as his eyes stay glued onto mine “fuck me” I pout teasingly, taking hyuck by surprise as I trail my finger down his chest.
“Don’t tease me y/n” he groans as I press myself onto him “or what?” I smile as his eyes grow dark “or else all of our friends will hear me fucking my cum into you sweetheart” he purrs into my ear as he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. I whine at the feeling of his fingers trailing up my legs “do it then” I coo.
Haechans hands grip the back of my thighs, lifting me onto the small desk as he throws the stack of towels onto the ground. Our lips ravage each others as he kisses my neck harshly “please” I whine as his jeans rub against me “mmh?” He smiles.
“Hurry” I whine as he nuzzles into my neck, playing with the hem of my panties as he pulls them off slowly “I’ll take my time” he coos, tucking my panties into his pocket and pressing my pussy onto his pants, rocking slowly as I tug at his waist band “not yet” he smiles onto my lips as he trials 2 fingers between my legs.
He rubs slow circles onto my clit as my back arches at the warmth of fingers “god you’re already soaked” he hisses as he dips one finger into me, rubbing my wetness all over my folds with 3 of his fingers. His fingers go back to my clit, rubbing larger circles as my legs wrap around his waist. 
His pace quickens as I fall onto his chest, breathing heavily as my cum drips down his fingers “please please” I pant out, digging my nails into his arms as he scatters sloppy kisses onto my jaw and cheeks.
“O- oh sh-“ I breath out onto his chest as my eyes squeeze shut, his warmth making me shiver as I hear him softly groaning from the scene playing out “let it out doll, let it out” he coos. I feel his hand snake to the nape of my neck, tugging my head back and latching onto my neck.
A shock of pleasure going through my body as my legs squeeze onto his waist, my moans being muffled as I fall onto his chest, moaning onto him as I shake “god you look so pretty” he smiles as he pulls his fingers back, taking in my droopy eyes and mouth hanging open as I pull back from his chest.
“I’m not finished with you yet” he hums as he drops his cargo pants and boxers “let them hear how good I make you feel, don’t be shy” he whispers onto my cheek as his nails dig into my jaw. I nod eagerly, not taking in his words as I come down from my orgasm.
He pulls me forward, angling me slightly up as he slowly pushes into me. Loud moans escape both of us as he pulls back slowly, slamming back into me roughly as he fucks me onto the table. My hands fly to my mouth as his pace quickens, his cock filling me to the brim as the table creeks with each thrust.
Incoherent words spill from hyuck as his nails dig into my hips “I said I wanted them to fuckin hear you” he hisses as he sees my hands on my mouth. He grips my wrists and pins them onto my stomach, fucking me harder for my disobedience.
“H- hyu- hae-“ I mutter out as I feel my wetness on his hips with each of his thrusts “gonna fill you full of my cum doll, I’ll keep these pretty panties in my pocket so you can feel me dripping out of you as we sit with our friends. Do you like the sound of that?” Hyuck coos as he grips my face to his.
My cries get louder from his words “yes yes yes” I pant out as his strokes hit deeper than before “want me to fuck a baby into you yea? You want everyone to know your best friend did this?” He hums as my hands scratch at his shirt.
“f- fuckk” I cry out as I squeeze around him. “Been wanting to fuck you full of my cum for so long. You feel so fucking good”, his words make me go dizzy as I shake from the feeling of him fucking me like he’s been dreaming of this “good girl” he coos as silent cries and pants spill from my mouth. His thrusts get sloppier as he feels me squeezing around him “fuck you’re just begging for me to fill you up huh?” he hisses.
“Sh- shit” he groans as he thrusts into me once more, staying still for a few seconds as he fills me with his cum. “All mine” he pants as he kisses me softly. My mind still hazy from the fucking, mascara running down my cheeks as he chuckles at the fucked out image of me in front of him.
“You good sweetheart?” he softly asks as he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear “mmh” I nod weakly as he pulls out slowly. A whine escaping me from the emptiness as he pulls out slowly, my eyes going down to his cock that was coated in our cum.
I smile, jumping off the table and getting on my knees as I suck him clean. His body shakes softly from the feeling of my mouth around him after an orgasm “just cleaning up” I smile as I pull back. He hisses with a smirk, his jawline more noticeable as he clenches his jaw and moves his face to the left.
God, he looked so pretty from my view “get up before you give me another boner and I fuck that pretty mouth” he scoffs as he lifts me up “maybe I should get back down” I teasingly smile “I think we’ve gone over the 7 minute timer” he chuckles as he cleans both of us up “oh my fucken god I forgot they are all outside”
You always admired people who plays the guitar, specifically, the electric one.
You went around the school, to find a quiet spot. You heard the roaring of a guitar, with a honey-like voice making harmonies together. Your feet dragged you to the sound. Peeping secretly, there you found the lead-guitarist of your school, Lee Haechan. You admired everything about him, the way his fingers nibbled the chords, the way his head was bopping to the song, and how his voice was so unique.
“mind requesting a song instead of standing there like a fool?”
He spoke. Your body took a screenshot and he noticed it, he chuckled attractively, “come here, sit beside me. I’ll play any song you want.”
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Key: ♤: angst | ♡: fluff | ♢: slice of life | ♧: mature content | ♣: smut
NCT
Mark Lee:
➸ watch me, watch you ---♡♧ ♣
idol au/secret gf- after a long day at rehearsal, you walk in on mark showering.
➸ keep your eyes on me [part two] --- ♧♣
mark did say he wasn’t done yet… a continuation of wmwy.
➸ time lapse [finished, being released weekly] --- ♤♡♢♧ ♣
Read the preview here!
masterlist
pre-idol / idol au- mark gets accepted for the opportunity of a lifetime. the question is: when will he tell you? can we fix it?
➸ high speed rebel! [ coming soon! ] --- ♧♣
~racer au, supportive gf reader- watching your boyfriend race wasn’t the most exhilarating part.
Huang Renjun
➸ good things fall apart [coming soon] --- ♤
idol au- sometimes loving renjun, just isn’t enough.
Lee Jeno:
➸ looking for attention ft. 00′ line ---♢♧ ♣
idol gamer au- sometimes getting jeno’s attention wasn’t the easiest around the 00′ line... little did you know they want you just as bad as jeno does.
➸ with careful eyes part one! -- ♤♡♧ ♢
idol au- jeno was offered a spot in nyfw, and you get to tag along as his personal stylist.
➸ with careful eyes part two [ on hiatus ]--- ♧♣
one night, too many drinks, three decisions, for you. a continuation of wce
Lee Donghyuck (Haechan)
➸ and we’re live! [coming soon!] ---♧ ♣
~idol au/secret gf, hyuck is doing a solo vlive, or so the fans think he’s solo…
Nakamoto Yuta
➸ you said forever ---♤♧
non idol au, toxic relationship- have you ever loved each other so much that it becomes the reason you both fall out of love?
honestly this will all just be noren (I’ve been scrolling through so many pages in ao3 for these damn fics) These can all be found on ao3 (AKA archiveofourown)
noren
star love - heibai
Renjun and Jeno were given a curse. To have their lives intersect on Christmas Eve once every three years. Renjun sees it as an irony. Jeno agrees. (Because he can’t let Renjun know that he sees it as a blessing.) words: 31,415 | chap: 5
This fic was devastating, I loved basically everything about it. I would’ve never thought about a plot where a couple breaks up even though they still love each other, and yet they meet every three years on the day they broke up. And this goes on continuously for 30 years, like how in the world. I started crying and you can feel the pain (unless i’m just a wuss lmao).
I Hurt You - chocosunshine (incomplete)
“I hurt you”
“I know-” His voice cracked. Tears rolled down his cheeks as his hands trembled grabbing his shirt. The hole on his chest grew deeper as the lie -told to himself- left his lips “I know you mean you love me”. Renjun will do anything in order to stop feeling lonely. Even if it means that he will have to break is own heart in pieces, and feed Jeno with them. words: 37,695 | chap: 9/11
Let’s be honest, no hate to the author, but the summary sucks. Their writing style does take a while to get used to (some grammar errors, short sentences, weird time skips) but for some reason I keep going back to read this. Again this is an angsty fic, not everyone is going to like it. I was very skeptical of it but it makes me cry so there’s that~ If you want to give it a try you can, it’s an interesting take on loneliness and how two people cope with it. It is somewhat incomplete, and I don’t think the author is going to finish it. I’ve literally visited this 44 times (I know it counts each chap but like) anyway kinda obsessed and a bit annoyed the author never picked it back up
Plexure - verqi
He felt chills running through his arms when a pair of hot lips land against the cold of his nape. He rests his hands on either side of the counter, trying to subtly move his head forward to escape. Escape what? This Jeno. His brain supplied. This, four months before Jeno. words: 57,909 | chap: 11
This is another one where you may not like it, I didn’t really like the later chapters because everything just happened so abruptly. Well I usually like things to go a particular way but this story was fine. This fic also has to do with the concept of loneliness and how the characters cope, idk why I’m into this stuff but check it out. It does get somewhat cringe, just a bit, but I don’t know I found their dynamic interesting and this is without the a/b/o stuff from “I Hurt You”. I visited this one 32 times...
Half Agony, Half Hope - SeeTheVision
In the grand story of Renjun Huang, Jeno Lee should have been the merest chapter. He’d blown into Renjun’s life like a hurricane at seventeen, rattling windows and turning everything upside down, but the storm hadn’t ended when Renjun slammed the door at eighteen. In the past six years, he’d been unable to turn the page, eternally stuck in the chapter of his life when he’d made his worst mistake. words: 15,528 | chap: 1
This does kind of focus more on the other dreamies, it’s a cute story and it does end on a good note. I think I would’ve added a mini epilogue but I know a lot of people like open-endings. It’s not very angsty, it does have markhyuck and chenji if you were wondering. It’s a solid fic and a pretty short read.
Destiny - starrymeis (meiqis)
It was a rainy day, sheltered inside a library, when Jeno felt his heart tighten in pain. Warmth that seemed to be soaked wet before the kindling of a fire started.
But there was no wound that would not be healed by time, and sometimes, fate also offered a second chance to make up for what had once been missed. (Jeno has been in love with Renjun for years and he left when it became too much. Years later, he hadn't expected to meet his never forgotten love again...) words: 62,703 | chap: 1
I was a bit hesitant to start this fic since the kudos to hit ratio was a bit off, but I was curious who wrote this much in one chap. So I read it and the fic is not bad. I cannot believe Jeno loved for that long, that is actually insane. Again this is angsty, I will say when they meet again in the future I didn’t really like how it progressed from there. But again, it’s a solid fic you can give it a chance if you want a long read lol.
komorebi - misleki
“You know what’s more important than data analysis meetings and investor lunches and conference calls? Getting to eat breakfast with you in the mornings. I swear to the ends of the earth, the sight of you sipping on orange juice is infinitely more important than whichever old man is trying to kiss up to me to get into my father’s good graces.” (Renjun learns a thing or two about perspective, and Jeno comes home.) words: 10,906 | chap: 1
This one was interesting, most of the story is in italics and quotes, it’s mostly Jeno’s voice messages throughout their relationship and the distance between them. I read this quite awhile ago, but it is mostly Renjun reminiscing (I think). And then Jeno does come back and all that jazz. It’s a cute read, a bit angsty (def not as angsty as the ones above) but it’s a nice read. If you want something short and ends on a good note, read this one.
strategic fit - smokeczars
It’s common knowledge that Lee Jeno from Communications and Huang Renjun from Legal had it out for each other. Like flowers blooming in spring and the ice caps melting away to a slowly toasting earth, it’s just accepted fact. or: the one where jeno and renjun are co-workers. and also secretly married. words: 11,857 | chap: 4
This was pretty funny, it is a work verse so it’s not angsty (surprisingly with everything that I’ve recommended so far). And it actually comes in a three part series, I really enjoyed it. I guess I forgot to add it to my last recommendation. But I’m sure a lot of you have read this, it’s cute and funny when the other workers get surprised they’re together.
the night like it is home - hopeboos
He covers his face with his hands and tries to think rationally, but that’s impossible when he just saw Jeno turn into a giant dog right in front of his eyes. He wonders if they’re both losing it, or if this could possibly be a really, really vivid dream—but he knows what he saw. He’s always been open minded to the supernatural, to the impossible, but seeing it, really experiencing this is making him struggle to keep his mind in his own body, to stay present in this moment. Jeno is running around the apartment as a dog-slash-wolf, Renjun is stuck here in Jeno’s bedroom without his phone, and he’s scared out of his mind about it all. This is real. This is happening. If he follows this line of reasoning—if he accepts this absolute absurdity as the truth—then that really is Jeno out there. If Renjun is scared, he must be so much more terrified by this sudden transformation. | or | After Jeno is bitten, Renjun helps him through the consequences. words: 41,476 | chap: 4
I enjoyed reading this, I actually come back to this fic a lot just to see the dreamies interact and I think the author got down their “personalities” pretty well. I wouldn’t say this is totally focused on noren but moreso on the dreamies relationship (which is super cute). I do think it might’ve been a bit rushed, they could’ve prolonged it a bit, but it was a nice read. I think everyone would have a fun time reading this, especially with the inclusion of Daegal making an appearance (so cute).
I think this is enough recommending for now, I am on a literal scavenger hunt for more fics lmao. I have been venturing into dojae (but a lot of those are short fics, they’re so funny I could recommend a few but I’m a bit lazy at this point). But if you’re looking for some angsty fics I have you covered, you may not like the grammar style or how it progresses, but this is just my opinion~
hello! I am here with a fluff happy end Yuta imagine / one shot!
So far Yuta has been the character for my angst stories, but not here!
warning : none i guess. YUTA IS A FLIRT HERE, BUT A NICE ONE. He is also sweet.
ENJOY!!
You reach the front door of your best friend’s house. Passing the weight of the flavoured milk tea from one hand to another, you wait while mumbling how slow your friend is despite his young age.
You almost press the bell again just to be stopped when the doorknob turns and a young man with a big apologetic smile greets you through his fluffy pink bangs.
You gulp from the unfamiliar face; you remember Mark did not look like that he’s definitely taller and hit the gym more frequently than Mark. And when he flashed a second smile, you swore that was the most beautiful smile you’ve ever seen in the entire universe. You never knew a man could give a gummy smile that charming.
“Oh! Sorry we were watching a film and did not hear your ring.”
“You must be (y/n)!” he opens the door wider and naturally offers you his hand to transfer the heavy drinks. You thank him for realizing the heavy load you have and being a gentleman for helping you take over it.
“I’m Yuta, oof these drinks are heavy I wonder why Mark told you to grab these all by yourself.” He questions as the two of you come into the house and drop the beverages to cool for a while in the refrigerator.
“Nah… That won’t happen between Mark and me, we’re as close as a sibling and he won’t bother making me bring all those heavy things.” You giggle, realizing how Mark never treat you special as a girl.
“Don’t trust him then,” Yuta smirks
It came out of the blue, but it triggers something inside your mind. Your body freeze and you popped your eyes out.
“Woah, funny.” You fiddle with the rope on your sweater, “That’s exactly what Mark said about you.”
Yuta grins and leans back over one of the counters, “Interesting! Mark is my favourite brother here.”
There’s something intriguing coming from this man with a healing smile, some sort of invitation to “come and try me, proof it whether Mark is right or wrong”
“Well, don’t be afraid… I am not harmful. Now shall we join the others. I’m pretty sure they’ll look for us if in five minutes we’re not back yet.” Yuta winks and you laugh from his quirky remark.
“Sure! I also want to beat Mark for not sending anyone of you to pick me up from the bubble tea place.”
“Well next time, you can always call me, and I’ll carry them for you.” Yuta walks in front of you and the two of you ascend to the second floor.
Mark and the boys greet you with big cheers, it’s been a while since you come to join Mark and his gang’s monthly movie night. Usually you join him and went for a sleep over, but as the two of you mature you skipped that part to keep you and your friendship relationship healthy.
Mark now lives alone for half a year, since his parents are away for a business trip. It’s been three months since you last step into this house. Lately you’re busy with college and you only meet Mark on impromptu library meet up, sudden appearance in your flat while he brings Chinese take outs, and of course whenever you two cross paths on a class or just between breaks.
“Hey there you are! Thought you’re still queueing for the drinks.” Doyoung remarks as he engulfs you into a hug. He’s one of the savage members that acts as if he doesn’t care about you when he’s the most overprotective one about your wellbeing.
“Well if Mark here knows how to treat me like a lady, I won’t be this late! Imagine walking two blocks under the scorching sun with one heavy bag of 10 drinks?! He did not even open the door for me and instead Yuta here, the sweet smiling man you all hide from me, is the one helping me.” You quacked as a matter of fact. You throw Mark a death glare and the man only pulls out his innocent smile and peace sign.
“Let’s have Johnny and Winwin take the drinks upstairs.” Jaehyun commands from a blanket fortress he is comfortable in.
“Oh wow didn’t see you there…” You shook your head and took a dive into that one empty space. The one and only spot always reserved for you, the right-hand side of the sofa.
“Remote is yours I guess; coz we’ve chose a lot of film and you’re coming back after like three months?” Taeyong tosses you the remote he has been holding.
The movie room Mark’s parents made for the group is spacious. With one big screen and a projector, one big sofa for seven adults, a fluffy carpet and of course four big bean bags. The lighting option also provide a calming and comfortable ambience. The built-in speakers are also enough to consider this room as a cinema!
You make yourself comfortable and choose a favourite movie of yours. The opening song echoes through the room and as the three guys distribute the drink, Jungwoo dimmed the lights.
Yuta takes the empty spot next to yours, since there was no other room and Mark doesn’t seem to not allow him. Though you did glance for a second at Mark, like naturally asking him through a glance if this is okay. Like a good brother, Mark frowned and wants to just jump and sit between the two of you. He doesn’t like the flirty look Yuta is giving to you, but who is he to forbid Yuta?!
An hour and a half into action, you found yourself already leaning so close to Yuta’s shoulder. You did not realize if that’s because of the movie, or you’re sleepy, or just because your body is attracted to him. You think it’s the tiredness that made you naturally leaning into whoever is beside you. In the dark room, you feel his warm hand creeps slowly into your shoulder, when you did not move nor reject him, he confidently pulls you closer into his embrace.
Your fingers press the blanket’s edges tightly as you feel Yuta’s hand slowly rubs soothing circle into your shoulder. His eyes were glued to the screen and not for once he spares a glance to you. You’re no longer focus on the film, bleh you remember every detail already and that’s why you’re so distracted with this tingling fluttery thing Yuta did to you.
You did not slap his hands nor pull away; no this is a different sense of affection and attention. His touches are not harassing, not naughty. His ghosting fingers are just tracing friendly lines over your arms, giving it some frictions and attentions. The quick gasp escaping from your mouth did not even surprised him. He only stops for a second, thinking you did not like it, but your stupid hand automatically reaches for his and the Japanese boy smirks.
He knows you did not mind, you like it. You’re blushing so hard right now, you feel so embarrassed and you just hope the sofa could eat you alive right now and then disappear.
Sadly that couldn’t happen and you’re still there going red in the dim room surrounded by ten men who are preoccupied by the film or at least by their foods. Judging how Jungwoo is pouring the popcorn bowl into his mouth and looking for more chips to swallow.
“You choose a nice movie (y/n)!” Johnny surprises you when the ending credit rolls and the lights are bright again.
You did not realize the movie had ended; well your mind is busy processing your heart. Yuta had stopped drawing abstract circles on your arms, no he stopped that long way ago. However, you feel your skin longing for his finger tips again. He is already sitting back in his normal position pretending he is focused on the movie, or he really did. No body caught the steamy action between you and Yuta, no body even has the slightest hint that your red cheeks were not result of the hot room. They’re blunt or they’re good brothers who did not want to be a cockblock.
“Shall we go out and eat? I’m hungry and I’m craving sushi!” Jungwoo breaks the silence since some of the boys are starting to yawn.
“Great I love sushi!” Yuta enthusiastically jumps from his couch.
“You wanna join?” Mark asks you, to which you nod eagerly.
“Let’s go, how do we split the cars?” You grab your phone and tidy up your shirt.
“You can join me in my car; I have one free seat.” Yuta quickly takes you as his partner and guess what, no one else is going into our car.
You thought they were being so considerate, or just don’t want to be a third wheeler.
No. apparently Yuta drives a two-seater sport car! Sexy!
The short journey to the sushi bar several blocks away from Mark’s house is heart-fluttering. Yuta looks so cool driving in his sport car, looking so ethereal when the wind blows his hairs through the open sunroof. You exchange laugh, jokes, and get to know each other well.
“So, we’re here!” He smiles to you after parking his car and closing the sunroof back.
You smile, “Thanks for the ride,”
“Ah the ride was nothing, what do I get for making the trip entertaining and the movie time .. how do I say it- fluttering?” he leans his body boldly to face you.
You giggle, this man is so bold and you did not wonder why Mark told you to be careful with him.
“Okay, what do you want? I can give you something for being a good companion today.” You give up and give in.
Yuta brings his hand to one lose strand of hair on your face. His big hand tucks them nicely behind your ear, then he whispers by your ear shell. His deep voice resonates and vibrates through your bones.
“Mind to give me your number?”
You feel goose bumps and shiver down your spine. This man over here, sure can make a girl or even man froze and die from heart attack. He is so unexpected and unpredictably flirty.
You smirk and open your palm, “Want me to type it in, or you want me to read it out loud?”
Yuta brings his gummy smile back and hands you his phone. You easily go to his phone book and add your number.
You quickly type in your number and name it under your favourite nickname.
Your phone then rings and you save his number to your phone.
“Angel?” Yuta questions when he sees you type in Angel as his contact name.
You shrug your shoulder, “Coz your first appearance was helping me? Then your smile really heals me.”
He nods his head slowly, ”I like that, hmm cute.”
“And what did you put in as your contact number?” Yuta scrolls his phone when you return it to him.
“Twinkle,” he reads in confusion but a small smile pops through his lips, “twinkle? Coz like your entire nature is dazzling in my eyes?”
You gasp and give him a thumb up “That is a better explanation than what I have in mind! I simply wrote Twinkle coz I see twinkle in your eyes when we’re together. I know it sounds lame, but we’ll go with yours.”
Yuta’s smile grows wider and you wish time can stop there, because whenever this sweet man smiles, you feel all of your problem disappear!
“Twinkle and Angel, hmm can’t imagine what cute pet names we will have when we’re together one day.” Yuta winks and leaves you speechless inside the car. He stands outside the door, laughing for a moment when he peeks into the window and sees you still shocked.
He waltz to your door and like a gentleman he is, opens the door for you.
You realize you look so stupid and probably everyone is already inside, quickly you step out of the car and walk side by side with Yuta into the restaurant.
The rest of the night, you sit beside Mark and Taeyong. Yuta takes the vacant seat beside Winwin and Jungwoo. You believe if he sits next to you, you won’t be able to focus on the dinner.
Mark keeps you entertained and ensures you’re eating well since the men here basically gobble things up. You laugh at Mark, for you know you will not go home unless your stomach is full.
Amidst the chaotic jokes and story time from the boys, your eyes meet Yuta’s and he just stares back at you while smirking and shrugging his shoulder lightly. He then focuses back on the fun and loud conversations, while you… you’re once again questioning your beating heart. Come on why are you like a teenage girl?!
Mark drives you home that night, since the other men are still new friends for you. Mark felt he is responsible for you. You thank him though and the ride back home was enough for you to catch on with one another.
You wave him good bye and as you’re about to step into your house, Mark stops you in your track.
“You know what, forget the time I told you to be careful around Yuta. He’s the most trust-worthy guy in the squad. Good night!” Mark pats your shoulder and dutifully returns to his car and with a big grin, he waves to you and presses his gas back to the road.
Yuta leaves a life of wild partying and long nights to be with Lily, a witch with growing power.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
~Fantasy!au, sexual themes, some angst, blood play, power complex, fighting, drinking, demons
Word Count- 4K~
A/N: I’m sorry this took so long. I started uni again and just got really busy. But I hope you like it. It took a lot of effort. I really like how it turned out :}.
The sky was dark against the neon lights of the club Yuta was stationary in. It had remained that way for days, after the pair emerged from Johnny’s nerd store. Yuta felt comfort in the corner at his reserved seat in his favorite club. He felt comfort but he was nowhere near content.
Lily had showed him her power, used it to help him, and it was highly amusing to him. But as he sat alone, accompanied only by several empty shot glasses, he couldn’t help letting his mind wander to the thought of her: Her childlike persona, soft skin, powerful demeaner. She was truly everything he desired.
He didn’t desire her like the woman he’d sucked dry the night before. No. It was so much more.
He gazed around at the crowd packing the popular night club, the clothes of many still sopping from the inclement weather. A few figures caught his attention, a group of college boys surrounding a very intoxicated girl. She was smaller than most of them but didn’t seem to notice the intention around her.
One of the boys flicked his hair out of his face as he peered over his shoulder in Yuta’s direction. He smirked before focusing back on the girl. Something about this boy was unsettling to Yuta.
Yuta was used to unsightly characters, ones of his own kind that were not nearly as skilled or experienced as he, and other creatures of similar nature with a much higher tendency for brutality, but he had never felt this unnerved.
He felt like the boy may have been a creature of familiarity, but Yuta couldn’t determine what, and that’s what was odd. He didn’t know.
After downing his last shot, he stood from his place and adjusted his dress pants before making his way to the door, trying to think no more of the feeling in the pit of his stomach. This party had become boring and he was in no mood to feed again tonight.
As he passed through the crowd, dodging body after body, the boy appeared beside him, checking his shoulder.
“My bad,” he sneered in an unexpected nasally tone. Yuta followed him from over his shoulder as he continued toward the exit, watching the next movements of the boy until he reached the door.
The streets were painted with wet streaks as the rain misted Yuta’s face. For a rainy night, he noted the unusual amount of civilians wandering the city. It was very odd indeed.
Every direction he turned his head, his eyes met a bystander. He couldn’t seem to shake the feeling that they were here for him. He felt for sure they could tell what he was, but what were they?
He picked up his pace, trying to remain inconspicuous without going into a panic. Frantically checking his surroundings, he hadn’t noticed a quickly approaching pedestrian and accidentally bumped into her arm as he passed. Her feet never slowed as she glanced behind her, giving Yuta a familiar smirk. He was close enough to her to see that the color of her irises were tinted purple.
Something unnatural was happening, he could feel it, and he needed to get to Lily as quickly as possible without being noticed.
He made a sharp turn down a confined alleyway with the intention of breaking into a sprint, turning his head over his shoulder to make sure he wasn’t being followed. The air around him grew thicker as he attempted to pull himself forward, but he was blocked.
In the little light coming from the open streets, a large figure stood in his way, chuckling in an inhumanly deep voice.
Yuta was not one to let fear take over his senses, but he had to admit, he was afraid. Not afraid for his life but the fear of Lily’s, putting her in danger. This beast of a creature was after them and Yuta had to get to her somehow, before something else did.
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In her small quiet home, Lily was anything but calm. The clash of thunder echoed through the walls as she carefully watched the surges of energy through the clouded sky. Her entire body ached, and her hands were shaky as she tried her best to make some chamomile to calm her senses.
The Book had not opened itself to her since she brought it home, but it spoke to her often, appeared in writing on the walls, and flowed with the cold breeze of the storm. The power it had placed upon her shoulders had taken a toll on her physical being.
She knew she had become much stronger. She could feel her ability growing within her, noticed how much she could withstand, but it had been days of nonstop training, and she felt much weaker than when it began.
The energy within her had changed, shifted, almost as much as the weather had. She somehow felt connected to it, like the change in magic had conjured the storm itself. She was much more powerful, but the energy she now possessed was difficult to control and resulted in several dents in the drywall.
She hadn’t spoken to Yuta in days. She missed him, but was terrified of what he might do if he found out the Protector had been broken. His demonic nature can be difficult to maneuver. Chaos cannot be controlled once set in motion and in the state she was in, he could have easily destroy everything she’s worth.
But now as she paced her living room floor, watching her hands shake uncontrollably trying best to contain her magic and sipping at her cup, she wondered where he had been, if he was doing alright, if he would come find her. She let her thoughts run with ideas to draw her attention away from the impending anxiety the storm had caused her.
Her feet had stopped moving momentarily when she heard a loud BANG at the front door. She jumped instinctively, stumbling backwards. Then from behind the door came a frantic, “Lily, please let me in. It’s me.”
She placed the warm cup on a coffee table nearby with surprisingly steady hands and waved her hand, rushing to the door as it swung open and banged against the wall. Standing slumped on her doorstep, leaning his weight against the frame, was a very weak, beaten and bloodied Yuta. Even when covered in bruises and gashes, his face still managed to glow.
She quickly pulled his arm around her shoulder, helping him hobble through the door. She sat him on the floor against the wall opposite the kitchen and rushed out of view. When she returned, she held a small bowl of warm water that had been sprinkled with peppermint oil and a washcloth draped over the side.
He gazed at her with big eyes as she moved the objects with such grace. The door was closed with a soft thud behind them, but the air from outside had made the room cold. Yuta shivered under Lily’s touch as she padded the patches of blood on his temple. His shirt had been massacred with gaping wounds underneath. Lily tended to those next, trying her best to stay calm.
Yuta winced at first, taking in sharp breaths, but as it subsided, he brought a soft hand to her cheek, caressing it gently. His fingers were freezing against her skin, partially due to his cold-blooded nature.
“It worked.” His voice was barely audible.
Lily was still shaking, but more out of fear. Yuta was strong enough to hold his own in a fight. What kind of creature could do this much damage and was it still after him?
Her face was stern as she glanced up in his large, sparkly eyes and said, “What happened? What did this to you?” She was so shaken that it was audible in her voice. Yuta pushed himself with his hand against the floor, sitting up a little straighter against the wall as his body went ridged.
“Lily~ something has changed.” “No shit…” She mumbled under her breath.
“I’m serious. I felt like they were watching me, following me. I tried to get to you but…”
“Yuta… Who’s they?”
“I- I don’t know… But they are not human. Some of them may be like me or other types of demons, but I can’t tell.”
“Did they do this to you?” Her eyes were getting puffy and she felt as if she’d burst into tears, but she fought it off.
“No. It was something else; something much bigger. I couldn’t fight-”
Before he could finish his sentence, he snapped his head towards the door. A distant thudding of very large footsteps was growing closer to their place of refuge.
Lily held completely still, focusing her entire attention on the thudding.
“Please tell me you didn’t lead it here,” she elevated her voice slightly, a tinge of annoyance in it.
“I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry. I just had to get to you before it found you.”
From outside, a booming roar shook the glass window and the two of them were almost completely consumed by fear.
“LILY BENNETT! COME OUT AND FACE YOUR TRUE SELF!” The tone of the roar was demonic, almost inaudible if it wasn’t quite so loud.
Yuta stood in his spot, using the wall for stability. Many of his wounds were already starting to heal at an inhuman rate, but he was still weak. Lily was moving towards the charmed door, ready to pull it open and face whatever it was that was looking for them.
Behind her came his voice, “Lily, please don’t. I can’t lose you.” She didn’t turn to look him in the eye before she swung the door open and marched outside for the showdown of a lifetime.
For the first time in days, she was willing to let herself loose. Her eyes glowed a fiery hue and the hair on the back of her neck stood on end. She could already feel her fingertips tingle with every step she took.
The sky was almost a pitch black, making the surrounding difficult for any human to see. Her shoes were soaked through, but her hair remained unwavering in the storm, the rain unable to reach her.
In front of her stood a creature like no other, several feet taller than her, covered in muscle. It bared its teeth and claws at her, massive in size and terrifying to look at. It resembled something like an overgrown werewolf, but its eyes seemed familiar.
“Johnny?” Her voice was low against the sound of the pounding rain.
“NOT ANYMORE! I AM MARCHOSIAS, MARQUIS OF HELL! YOU HAVE UNLEASHED MY LEGIONS! NOW YOU SHALL FACE THE CONSEQUENCES!”
He bellowed at her, preparing to charge. She mustered everything she had within, all the magic she’d been given, the power she possessed. Her feet were picked up off the ground as she pulled her energy through her limbs to her fingertips. They glowed against the stormy night sky, where magic manifested into a line of defense.
As the marquis charged her, Lily held out a strong hand. She was putting every ounce of her being into her protection. She forced a small beam away from her stable frame, but it was a weak effort and the beast reached her, pushing backwards by several yards, and knocking her onto the ground.
He ran at her again, snarling in the dark. She was ready for his approach this time and shot onto her feet with both arms outstretched. The beam was stronger and slowed the beast down significantly, but she quickly ran out of steam.
Marchosias had realized her weakness and was charging faster than ever, feeding off of the thought of his victory. With great haste, he swiped at her small figure with sloppy aim, leaving a gash across her jawline.
She winced as she lay aching on the muddy ground. Her sore body was covered in bruises as she felt the warm gash ooze. She could make out a low growl farther away from where she lay, but it wasn’t the beast.
Yuta had regained some of his strength and was fending off the beast, trying his best to buy Lily some time.
He threw a vase across the yard, smashing it against his opponent. He was frantically dealing as many blows to Marchosias’ chest and face as possible, eyes as black as the sky, egging him on for more.
Lily pulled herself back onto her feet, wobbly and shaken. Even though her entire body ached for rest, she pulled every ounce of energy into her small fingers, drawing the attention of both males.
Marchosias lunged into a sprint, reaching his large claws towards her, but in an instant, she had filled her entire body with powerful magic, using all the energy, magic, and pure adrenaline she had left.
She cried out in the surge, as her entire body blinded her opponent. It was almost as if the power had burst from the seams of her small figure, and in a flash, the creature withered in the beam, letting out a ungodly screech.
The flash had grown brighter and brighter, and the screech louder, until, finally, Lily collapsed into the mud, bleeding profusely from her wounds and the demon shriveled into the soil.
Yuta watched in horror from his position in the distance. Farther away, he could make out the cries of other demons. By banishing Marchosias, she had also destroyed his legions.
Hearing the wailing in the far-off distance had changed Yuta’s demeanor. His face contorted in discomfort, his limbs longed for stretching and his thirst for blood was growing with every second.
He could feel himself transforming as the screams of his people grew and Lily’s pulse became faint. His body felt like that of a body builder, growing stronger and stronger with every movement. The desire for blood was growing unbearable. He needed it. He began to stand up straight, changing his appearance, preparing for a night of insatiable desire and untamable lust. His shoulders were broad, his now shoulder length black hair matched the color of his soul, and all he could see was red as he let the demon in him take over.
Lily stayed, continuing to fight as death threatened to take her. Yuta had disappeared, leaving little trace and a badly injured witch to fend for her life.
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The next morning was colder than normal, the remnants of a demon hoard still lingering in the city. The air was moist from all the rain, the sidewalks still sprinkled with puddles. All was quiet, the early morning birds were still in hiding and the people roaming the streets were silent aside from distant footsteps.
Yuta was startled awake by a group of pigeons that had gathered around him as he lay on a park bench. He sat up slowly, trying to get a grip of what all had happened.
His lips were stained red with blood as he touched his tongue to his upper lip, tasting the familiar taste of iron. He wiped what he could on his torn sleeve, staining the fabric, too.
His head was in a daze, trying his best to remember the events of the night before. He looked down at his hands, taking note of the marks and more red stains. He noticed that his fingernails were filthy, harboring dirt and grime underneath.
In a flood of memory, he remembered Lily: rushing to her house, fighting the Marquis, and watching him vanish. After that was a blur.
He stood from the bench scaring off the pigeons and looked for a sign to tell him where exactly he had ended up. “Culture Tech Park”.
“Damn. How did I end up on the opposite side of town?”
His footsteps wavered slightly as he began the walk back to Lily’s small house. The city felt gloomy as he walked. He held his head low, watching his feet move carefully.
When he arrived, clouded in exhaustion, he looked up to see the front lawn had been completely demolished. It wasn’t picture perfect before, but now all the foliage had been destroyed and the yard was entirely mud and dirt.
Lily lay in the same indentation as before, not having moved a single muscle since the previous night. Yuta rushed to her side, rolling her onto her back. Her hair was matted from the mud and her face was covered in dried blood that had dripped from her wounds.
Yuta dipped his ear to her mouth, listening for breathing or any sign that she was still alive.
Kneeling near her limp body, he held her face in his hand, wondering how to fix this. Tears started forming in his soft brown eyes as he let his hair fall into his face. He had never meant to bring this upon her.
Just as he started to cry over her weak body, a presence manifested above him and soon he was joined by a very stern, rigid individual with short black hair and a heavy coat. He removed it from his slim figure and laid it over top if her as he lowered himself to meet Yuta’s position.
“Let’s get her inside. It’s freezing out here,” was all he said before standing back up. Yuta pulled her into his arms, holding her legs in one and keeping her head close to his chest with the other.
He tried to stay out of the way as best he could. Doyoung had cleared the small kitchen table for Yuta to set Lily on while he worked. He pulled things from cabinets and moved as quickly as possible. It wasn’t hard to tell that Lily had been like this for some time and he wasn’t sure how much he had to work with.
He paid Yuta little attention as he chanted under his breathe, sprinkling oils and herbs all over her and cursing when she didn’t respond.
“Shouldn’t we take her to a hospital?” Yuta interjected from against the wall after witnessing several rounds of ritual.
“They can’t help her. It would only make it worse,” Doyoung muttered, frustrated and becoming frantic.
Finally, after many attempts to bring her back to functionality, Doyoung placed a stick of cinnamon next to her right ear and said an incantation into her left, as a last resort: A spell he had never had to use before. He tried to keep his voice from wavering in nervousness.
When he had finished, there was almost an immediate difference: Her cold hands were slowly getting warmer, and her skin was gaining color.
Doyoung let out a sigh of relief. “The worst is over. She’ll be okay.”
“So now what happens?” Yuta was still very unsure of what he had done.
“We clean her up and let her rest.” It was simple but Doyoung began to wipe the dried blood and mud from her face with a rag. Yuta joined him slowly, coving more ground between the two of them. He had never cared for someone this much: certainly not enough to wipe blood from their cheeks.
Once her wounds were sewn and her hair was its regular shade of sunshine, Doyoung carried her to her bedroom, were the walls reflected the gloomy morning. He tucked her into the soft sheets and closed the door behind him to let her rest.
Yuta, who was flush against the wall again, knew better than to ask questions, but he didn’t have to. It was Doyoung who inquired.
“An incubus, huh? What exactly are you doing here?”
“I- We- it’s complicated…”
“I see. You know, I can tell you have a strange bond with my sister. One formed in magic. It’s quite strong.”
Sister…, Yuta never knew Lily had a brother, she really hadn’t mentioned much of a family. He only knew her to live on the outskirts of the city in a small cottage, alone.
“So, what’re you then? And how did you know she needed help?” He broke away from the wall and meandered closer to where Doyoung was brewing a cup of coffee.
“I’m a witch doctor; a healer. I’ve been staying close in the area. Lily told me she had been courted by the Book of Spells, so I’ve been doing my best to keep an eye on her. I could sense that something was off about her, but it may have just been you.”
Doyoung was not particularly fond of demonic creatures. He had several encounters with them, but never took any interest in them like his sister. She befriended the monsters in her closet and Doyoung banished them.
“Did I do this?...” Yuta’s voice was soft as he opened a place of his heart he didn’t even know he had, to a complete stranger.
“No,” Doyoung reassured. “If anything, I’m glad you found her when you did. Who knows what she could’ve done if you hadn’t been here?”
“Is she… evil? Is that why I like her so much?” His eyes went wide as the words flowed out of him. He never admitted to liking her.
Doyoung was unphased by the comment. “It’s possible. The Book of Spells certainly doesn’t court heroes.”
Yuta thought about the idea for a moment. Why was she willing to touch a demon, to befriend one, even care for someone like him? What was he to her? And what was she to him?
But thoughts were interrupted by Doyoung’s matter-of-fact nature. “I don’t think you are all evil, either. In fact, I think you and Lily balance. She could’ve become something much worse than Marchosias, but you were here to bring her back.”
They were silent now, in thoughts and words, just sitting awkwardly while Doyoung sipped at a cup of coffee, until he finally rose from his seat by the window and placed the mug in the sink before turning back to face Yuta.
“Take care of her. I know you will treat her well.”
And with that he opened the front door and vanished in the blink of an eye.
The small house was quiet, entirely. It was almost uncomfortably quiet for Yuta as he stood looking around at the aftermath of Doyoung’s power. Bloody rags were littered all over the floor along with wasted herbs and spices.
He felt overwhelmed, looking at the events of the day, so he opened the unstable door and sat on the porch step to think. The first thing he notice was that yard had been restored, was green and lush again. The indent in the ground where Lily was found had been filled.
It looked as though nothing had happened. The windchimes clanked together once more as a soft breeze filled the moist air. The flower beds in the windowsills were filled with color again as the gray of the sky began to fade.
How long will she take?
He sat and pondered on the porch step until the sun began to set and the star became visible. His head was less cloudy now and he was able to think clearly once more, only thinking about Lily’s wellbeing.
He stood from his sentinel post and shifted to go back inside, hoping that it would welcome him as she did. Upon reentry, the mess had been cleaned and placed in its rightful home. It was spotless from top to bottom. He glanced up to find his favorite scent had been replaced above the door frames.
He was careful to keep his footsteps light as he made his was to her bedroom, where he saw her under the bright stars of the night sky. She looked as beautiful as anything he’d ever seen, all comfy and cozy in her soft bed.
He slipped in next to her under the covers, careful not to wake her. Her caressed her exposed shoulder with the pads of his fingers, truly feeling her for the first time.
He closed his eyes and took her hand as he projected himself into her dreams. There he saw the two of them together, living a happy life full of wholesome enjoyment and passionate desire. There they would remain as the world was at peace once again.
