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When they call you clingy hyung line : pt 2 (fake texts)
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pairing: hyung line x fem!reader
genre / tags: making up, fluff, slight angst, established relationship, swearing, not proofread (let me know if I missed anything)
a/n: part two is here 🎉🎉 idrk what else to say so enjoy :D
ss count: 16
part one
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chan (방찬)
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lee know (리노)
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changbin (창빈)
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hyunjin (현진)
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a/n: RAHHHH idk if this was good tho. ANYWAY im working on other fics but if you have any reqs my inbox is open
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Epilog Cell Block Tango for AO3
Headcanons I have for our favorite boys <3
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Chan
I feel like he always tries to flirt with you, but he ends up being cute because he always giggles at the end
So bbg coded
He definitely adds whatever schedule you have onto some notes app, so he can internally check off everything and make sure you didn't forget anything
He's the one who keeps you organized
Definitely uses any pick up line he comes across to try and woo you
Only ends in giggles from both of you
Loves to playfully argue over every small thing when he wants to be stubborn/difficult, but he's always smiling
Definitely likes having you sit on his lap while he does work
Lets you listen to the music before it's out so he can get another opinion (he definitely takes your words into account)
Probably stole at least one wolfchan for you
Adores seeing you get along with the other members
Lee Know
He definitely drags you out of the house against your will whenever you two go on a date
You end up not even knowing it's a date until you reach the location
Yes, he loves to do this specifically when you're in your pajamas
Loves when you play with his hair
You'll always catch him softly smiling at you, but he won't ever say anything about it
Hobby of watching shows together while taking guesses on what would happen next
He always carries an extra hoodie with him in case you get cold
Ends up "accidentally" spilling something on the hoodie you had on so you had to use the spare he kept with him
He always fiddles with the strings coming off of your clothes when you two cuddle
Kisses your forehead a lot
Will sometimes teach you choreography (and laugh when you fail—don't worry, it's all good fun though)
Cooks for you a lot (you're not allowed to say no to eating it, besides, why would you?)
Changbin
Gets really shy when you compliment his muscles
Also very bbg coded
Always subconsciously flexes around you
Loves, loves, LOVES eating together with you
Will always drag you to the gym with him so you can watch him work out and maybe join him
Is very loud when the other members tease him
You're the only one allowed to steal his food
He's the only reason you work out
Loves being able to pick you up and carry you everywhere
Gets riled up a lot when you tease him about anything. Sarcasm or not.
"So basically, what I'm hearing is; you don't love me—" "YAH! I NEVER SAID THAT! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!"
He loves hugging you, but feels even more special if you spoon/hug him first. Makes him feel safe.
Hyunjin
Projecting? Me? Never... (I have the same MBTI as him)
Loverboy
You thought the poems and paintings were only for the first few months
There's no honeymoon stage
You're his muse
Definitely loves making you things and seeing your reaction
Feels really special when you hold him close at night, and sometimes he stays up just gazing at your face
He loves when you let him draw on you
Sometimes he gets upset when he's painting you
He says it's because he can never capture your beauty in paper
Will ask you to learn a couple's dancing trend he saw
Mood changes entirely when you come to watch him practice
Han
Me projecting again? Maybe a bit...
You make him feel giddy
A lot of people say he's very energetic in their headcanons, but I kinda disagree... I think he'd actually be a little quiet
He's so glad to find someone he doesn't need to be loud with to keep them interested
Still sunshiney and loves yapping about his interests
He feels safe with you and doesn't overthink as much
Most dates are at home, together on the couch or bed
Warms his heart when you actually listen and bring up what he says later
A text back is all this man needs to be happy
He'll send you voice memos of him singing
Sings songs irl too and expects you to sing with him
Loves when you compliment his voice
He loves when you two geek out about the same show
He writes lyrics about you but gets a little nervous when you ask to see
Sometimes he just stares at you, overwhelmed by his feelings in a good way
Felix
Very touchy, hands always on your shoulder, waist, etc.
Loves seeing you get flustered when his voice goes low—it makes him feel special that he possesses the ability to make you feel like that
A sweetheart
He definitely draws patterns on your skin with his finger
Always takes his makeup off in front of you so you can see his freckles (you said you loved them once, that's all it took)
You can't prank him with a tiktok trend. He's too chronically online for that
Definitely sends you those "us <3" tiktoks
He loves having you sit on his lap/beside him when he games, and also loves explaining the game to you if you don't know how to play
If you do know how to play, I feel like you two would have a lot of dates where you're inside the house, cuddling and gaming
Seungmin
You two tease each other all the time
He's not afraid to admit how in love he is with you
He says it all the time
Loves seeing you flustered
A complete dork at times
He once made you buy a puppy plushie because he said that you not having one is "proof that you don't love" him
You two are really weird together
Whenever the members tease him, he only calls out their singleness
They've never seen him so soft
He sings to you if you ask him to, but God forbid he messes up (he will treat you asking him like a real recording session)
This man like doesn't care what anyone else thinks. Like at all. Fuck everyone else.
I.N.
He doesn't make a big fuss about you touching him like he does to others
He doesn't like doing anything in front of the members though. They can and will harass him with "what about me"'s
You two definitely send each other ootd's
Members are so jealous of you (they find you two adorable)
Sends you lots of .5 pics
He kinda likes to be seen more as a man than a maknae around you
Wants to impress you
Likes comparing hand sizes
Really nervous around you for the first few months
written | gelato scoops
pairing: gelatoshop worker!seungmin x reader
genre: fluff
warnings: n/a
event masterlist: #SummerStarFalls
word count: 1k
The bell above the glass door of gelato parlor chimes loudly, cutting through the low hum of the air conditioner and the quiet pop song playing over the speakers.
Kim Seungmin doesn't even look up from where he is wiping down the stainless steel counter with a damp towel. He already knows who it is.
"Day fifty-two," Seungmin announces flatly to the empty air, his voice completely devoid of amusement as he folds the rag. "The temperature outside is 27 degrees, which means you're here to waste my oxygen and deliver another hazard of a pickup line."
"Good afternoon to you too, Seungmin-ah!" you beam, stepping up to the glass display case and leaning your elbows over the top ledge.
Seungmin slowly lifts his head. He looks sooo cute in his dark apron, a clean white polo underneath, and wire-rimmed glasses resting delicately on the bridge of his nose.
"I don't recall giving you permission to use informal language, customer," Seungmin notes dryly, grabbing a paper cup and a green plastic spoon without even asking for your order. "Your usual?"
"You remembered!" you gasp dramatically, resting your chin in your hands. "Is it because I'm unforgettable?"
"It's because you order the exact combo every single day at 3:15 PM like a scheduled pestilence," he corrects, plunging the heavy metal spade into the tub of cold cream. "And because if I don't get you out of here quickly, you'll start talking."
"Speaking of talking," you grin, leaning in an inch closer. "Are you made of gelato? Because you're cold, sweet, and I feel like I'm going to get a brain freeze every time I look at you."
Seungmin stops mid-scoop. He looks at the scoop of gelato in his hand, then at your expectant face, and finally up at the ceiling as if asking the universe for strength.
"A three out of ten," Seungmin evaluates solemnly, dropping the round scoop into your cup with clinical precision. "And I'm being generous."
"A three?!" you gasp, offended. "I spent my entire lunch break coming up with that!"
"Then you should ask your employer for a refund on your break time," he counters without missing a beat, smoothing down the top of the gelato. "Because that was a tragic misuse of mental labor."
Despite his words, you don't miss the faint twitch at the corner of his lips.
"You're laughing," you point out, pointing a finger at him. "Kim Seungmin, you're smiling! I saw it!"
"I am experiencing a muscle spasm caused by customer-induced exhaustion," Seungmin lies, sliding the cup across the counter toward you along with a napkin. "That will be five dollars and fifty cents."
"You know, one of these days, my charm is going to break down that icy wall of yours," you declare, tapping your phone against the card reader.
"Your 'charm' sounds like a public nuisance," Seungmin replies, handing you your receipt.
"We'll see about that tomorrow," you wink, taking a bite of the pistachio gelato. "Same time?"
Seungmin adjusts his glasses. "Unfortunately, I am contractually obligated to be here. So yes. Prepare a better line next time."
"Challenge accepted, Seungmin-ah!"
"Leave," he hums, though as you turn to head for the exit, he leans his elbows against the counter, his chin resting in his hand as he watches you walk out into the afternoon heat, a soft smile finally breaking through his stubborn front as soon as your back is turned.
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By late August, a relentless heatwave has begun to break, and the countdown to the end of summer is ticking away.
You walk into the gelato shop on a rainy Tuesday, shaking out your umbrella by the door. Seungmin is behind the counter, leaning against the register, waiting, two paper cups already packed to the brim with gelato sitting on a tray beside him.
"You're four minutes late," Seungmin notes as you approach, tapping his wrist where an imaginary watch would be. "I was almost forced to enjoy peace and quiet."
"Traffic was awful," you sigh, stepping up to the counter. "Wait... why are there two cups?"
Seungmin picks up the tray, unlatching the small wooden partition in the counter and stepping out into the customer seating area for the very first time all summer. He pulls out a chair at a small corner table near the window and sits down, gesturing toward the seat across from him.
"My break started two minutes ago," Seungmin says simply, taking a spoon for himself. "And since tomorrow is the last day of August, I figured I should save you the embarrassment of delivering another ninety-second pickup line over a glass counter."
You blink, stunned, before a grin breaks across your face as you slide into the chair opposite him. "Are you telling me you're actually hanging out with me?"
"I am eating my lunch," Seungmin corrects smoothly, though a faint flush dusts the tips of his ears. "You just happen to be sitting in the area."
"Riiight," you tease, taking your cup. "So... no pickup line today?"
Seungmin takes a quiet bite, tilting his head as he studies your face through his glasses. "Actually... I prepared one."
Your jaw nearly drops to the floor. "You? Prepared a pickup line? Kim Seungmin?"
"Don't get excited," he warns, though the crinkles around his eyes deepen with pure amusement. He sets his spoon down, leaning forward over the table, his dark eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that makes your heart do a flip.
"Go on,"
"Are you an unregistered pet?" Seungmin rasps, his voice dropping an octave into that he rarely uses. "Because you follow me around like a puppy."
Silence stretches across the small table. Your breath catches in your throat, your cheeks burning bright pink as the sudden sincerity behind his sarcastic words hits you like a freight train. Seungmin watches your flustered reaction with a triumphant smirk spreading across his face.
"Zero out of ten," you mumble, covering your face with your hands. "That was awful."
"It was…" he mumbles leaning back in his chair with a soft, breathy chuckle, his long fingers reaching across the small table to gently nudge your wrist away from your face. "Now stop hiding. You've been flirting with me for two months... the least you can do is give me your phone number so I don't have to wait until 3:15 PM to roast you."
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— okay (bf!chan x fem!reader)
chan checks up on you when he figures out you're not doing too well.
pairing: bf!bang chan x fem!reader tags: mentions of eating + drinking, suggestions of mental health issues, angst
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— longing (minho x reader part 2)
you're back in seoul visiting the boys. all of them missed you, but one in particular wants you to stay forever. can he confess to you in time?
pairing: ot8!skz, lee minho x fem!reader tags: swearing, mentions of eating + drinking, slight angst, suggestive jokes, kys jokes, all-around chaos, slight suggestiveness towards the end
part 1 | part 2
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𝓣𝓻𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓘𝓷𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓽𝓼
𝓒𝓱. 𝓣𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓮
Chapter Two
A/N: As promised, Chapter Three!! Was super excited for this one, since we can finally get into interactions and such!!
Special thanks to my sweetheart @mommymothie <3
Synopsis: Staying with them will be harder than you thought.
W.C: 5.1k
WARNINGS!!: Mentions of eating people, violence
The soft orange glow of sunlight didn't fit in with your surroundings at all, let alone your newfound situation. Trapped in this foreign place with a bunch of the creatures hellbent on eating you, because even though they claimed they didn’t plan to do so, you weren’t stupid enough to fall for any of their tricks or tactics. You would never fall for any of their shit ever again. After the loss of your people, the ones you swore and failed to protect, you weren’t going to put your trust into any of these bastards no matter what they told you.
Memories of the last few days plagued you as soon as you came to and you gave a heavy sigh, though while you were coming into consciousness, there was a soft sound coming from above you. A deep rumbling that had your eyes blinking open against the harsh light in the room, the light blocked out by something on top of you.
Once you were able to see, you realized there was a figure hovering over you, hands on either side of your head and knees on both sides of your hips. Jeongin stared down at you, head cocked to the side with his eyes focused intently on your face.
“Good morning.” Clearly more than a little startled, you gave a shout and shoved him off of you, crawling backwards with your heart suddenly racing. The idea of him preparing to eat you in your sleep drove you to react rather quickly, shoving yourself to your feet and sprinting past him to the open door. He called your name, but of course, you weren’t listening to a word he said, tearing through his door and out into the open hallway. Seeing no one else there, you turned and ran in a random direction in hopes of escaping. Running blindly wasn’t the best idea, of course, but what else could you have done with the state you were in? Mind still hazy with sleep, limping from your injured leg. Moving out of sheer instinct alone.
Just as you turned a sharp corner, however, you collided hard with something. Fell back, whimpered at the pains in your leg and wrist. When you looked up, you found one of the creatures from yesterday, the one with the chubby face and big eyes. Jisung, or “Han” as they called him.
Unlike the other two you’d met face-to-face over the last two days, this one immediately reacted with aggression, lips pulling back into a snarl while those big eyes became even bigger. Stretching wider and wider, just like his jaw. Utterly petrified, you used your good hand and foot to scoot backwards, gaping up at him and watching his body twist and contort. You’d never seen them do this before. You knew how horrific their bodies could become, but you never bore witness to the transformation, since none of them bothered to fit in anymore. It seemed these ones did and you loathed them for that.
Arms elongating, he planted them on either side of you, despite remaining on his feet. Just like Jeongin had done mere moments ago. His legs made a loud snapping sound as they bent back at the knees, growing and making him so much bigger, like a giant spider ready to sink its pinchers into a helpless fly. His body had risen in the process, towering over you so tall his back was pressed against the ceiling. Drool leaked from his open maw and landed right under your eye.
“Hannie! You caught them!” Jeongin’s voice caught both of your attention. Since you were too stunned to look away, Jisung did so for you, peaking over your head at the approaching figure. “Thanks. They just love to run, I guess.”
In quite literally the blink of an eye, his body returned to normal. Curly hair, heart-shaped lips. With the changes in his body, his clothes had ripped in certain spots, now loose and torn around his torso and limbs. He didn’t seem too happy with your presence between them, glaring at you with so much animosity it made you want to hide behind Jeongin for safety.
“Put it on a leash, then.” Excuse me?
“That would be a good idea, huh?” Jeongin reached down and placed his hands under your arms, using them to lift you up from the floor and back to your feet. Flustered, you pushed him away, narrowing your eyes at both of them.
“Why would you do that? You scared the shit out of me!” Honestly, that was meant for either one of them, because both instances horrified you in their own separate ways. While Jeongin looked guilty, Jisung didn’t seem to feel bad in the slightest. Instead, he smiled, wicked and cruel.
“Aww, poor thing.” He crooned, only to hiss and bare his teeth when Jeongin shoved him.
“Knock it off. You remember what Channie said.”
“I don’t want them here.”
“Well, that’s too bad-”
“I want breakfast. Take me wherever the dining room is.” It was way too early for you to listen to them bicker, so you interrupted, changing the subject as quickly and rudely as possible. You might have agreed to stay here, but that didn’t mean you were happy about it. Jeongin promptly perked up, smiling at you in that creepy way from before, meanwhile Jisung huffed and walked off.
“Fucking humans…” Asshole.
“Let’s go!” Jeongin chirped before grabbing your arm and all but dragging you along down the hallway. Today was going to be rough.
Somehow, after that whole fiasco, you got stuck cooking with one of these freaks. Minho, if your brain served you correctly. This creature was quite the busy body in the kitchen, zipping around you with hardly any effort at all, ordering you around in the meantime and only making that feeling of resentment grow inside of you. While he did most of the work, you were stuck with passing him the utensils he needed for this specific meal, watching as he separated several plates to match the tastes of his buddies.
“No, that goes on Changbin’s plate. Han doesn’t eat meat.” He’d smacked your hand with a spatula while you were trying to distribute whatever meat he wanted in the meal onto said plates. With a glare, you put the protein on the right one, then watched with curiosity as he prepared a ninth plate. “Would you like meat?”
“No, I’m good.” There was no way to tell what kind of meat it was, and you didn’t trust them enough to believe that it wasn’t human. So, with a sharp nod, Minho started to make up your own plate with greens and fruit, things you actually hadn’t eaten in a very long time. Solely out of interest in their ways of living and nothing more, you stepped up beside him and decided to ask the questions that had been on your mind. “Where do you guys get this stuff?”
“We have a garden down the hall.” Your eyes widened with both surprise and, although you wouldn’t admit it, a hint of admiration. It was hard to keep a garden running nowadays, what with the lack of proper resources and how hard some plants were to maintain.
“Oh. That’s actually really cool.” Minho snapped his head towards you. You flinched and leaned away, brows furrowed as you stared back at him, watching his eyes blink in quick succession. His face was blank as he met your gaze, but something in those eyes made your stomach churn. “What?”
“I wonder what you would taste like.” Not at all comfortable with those words, you stumbled away from him and picked up one of the knives he’d laid out on the counter. Minho’s eyes didn’t leave your face. That haunting gaze followed you as you crept away from him, stepping forward every time you stepped back, easily cornering you against the counters with nowhere to run. For a moment, you were tempted to yell for Jeongin. You didn’t like any of these freaks, but at least you knew he wasn’t planning to eat you.
“Your leader said you can’t eat me.” He cocked his head to the side.
“Who said I was going to? I don’t eat meat.” Yeah right.
“Then why did you say that?” You snapped back. To your surprise and unease, he didn’t look very sure of how to respond. He just shrugged and you wanted to throttle him.
“I don’t know. I’ve never wanted to eat a human before.” Was that supposed to be flattering? As he spoke, he kept coming closer, soon standing right in front of you without even glancing at the blade gripped tight in your hand. “But you smell good. And you look good.”
“Easy there, asshole, you haven’t even fed me dinner yet.” To try and brush off the strangely pleasing compliments, you turned away from him, retorting with sarcasm to hide the tremor to your words. While his observants would’ve come off as flirty any other time, you knew what that meant coming from one of them. You looked like a promising meal, rather than a potential partner. You doubted these things would even be able to understand such a concept.
“You would let me? After I fed you?”
“What? No! Can you back up please?” Upon putting your hand up between your bodies, he listened. Minho took several steps back, then turned back to the task at hand, leaving you there by the counters with trembling hands and an incredulous expression. He didn’t seem bothered in the slightest, not even remotely upset that you’d told him he couldn’t devour you.
“You humans are strange.” Yeah, you were the strange one.
Staying here in this shithole wasn’t easy. After the first incident where you ran out of a primal sense of fear and found yourself caught by Jisung, Jeongin hadn’t woken you up like that again, instead just shaking you awake and telling you whenever breakfast was ready. Other than that, you spent most of your time in solitude, hiding away in the room you “shared” with Jeongin and either reading or just lying on the floor. A few days passed and Chan had decided to give you more things to do, forcing you to go with Hyunjin to his room in search of art supplies.
The moment you stepped into his space, you noticed the stark differences between this bedroom and Jeongin’s. There were pictures everywhere, hanging all around the walls, candles lit with a bare mattress centered between windows that were actually left exposed. No wooden boards covering them. Sunlight shined into the room and lit up the space, showing off every line and stroke in Hyunjin’s paintings and sketches.
“Woah.” You murmured, to which he perked up, smiling a little sheepishly as he showed you around.
“Do you like them?” The paintings were deeply disturbing. Dark colors that made up shadowy figures or the voids of open doorways, eyes too big and limbs too long, the paints blending in a way that made the images look distorted. Wrong. Meanwhile the sketches were mostly scribbles and jagged angles, black ink and graphite mixing to create depictions of unsettling sceneries, as well as animals with improper proportions and people locked in embraces.
“They’re terrifying.”
“Thank you!” Hyunjin wandered over to a small box by his bed and started rummaging through it, pulling out a stack of papers and a few canisters of paint, then a few paint brushes and pens. There were a few cups on the floor filled with colorful water that Hyunjin sat in front of, setting his papers down and getting comfortable on a pillow he placed to use as a seat. Looking up at you, he smiled wide. “Come, take a seat!”
You did and Hyunjin was practically vibrating with excitement, laying out his supplies before taking a brush into his own hand.
“Feel free to use whatever you want!” It was odd, seeing one of these things like this. So happy and joyful to share a human hobby. The two of you started working on your own artworks in silence, your pen gliding along the page as you began sketching whatever came to mind, doubting that your skills would turn out to be as good as Hyunjin’s. Despite how unnerving his work was, you couldn’t deny that he was good. Every painting and sketch in his room was filled with emotion, even if you couldn’t really name what emotion it was.
In the process of your drawing, you noticed Hyunjin glancing at you every now and then. You would look at him with a quirked brow, questioning his constant attention, only for him to get all flustered and focus back on what he was doing. His paper was angled away from you, placed against a book that leaned on several other books like a makeshift easel. Deciding to ignore him, you focused on your own task, drowning out the rest of the world with the pictures in your brain.
By the time you were done, he was still working. You smiled down at your simple, somewhat shitty sketch of your bedroom at home from memory, the silhouette of an old friend sitting on your faded bed that you had to keep erasing and redrawing over and over again. Now that your work was done, you stood up to leave, only for Hyunjin to stop you.
“Wait! Could you stay for a few more minutes? I’m almost done.” With a sigh, you sat back down, crossing your arms and watching him put the tip of a brush to the page. Only because you wanted to show your appreciation for being able to do something during your captivity. Not because you were interested at all in what he was doing, even though you kept trying to peek and steal a glance at the paper in front of him. He covered it every time, even tapping his brush on your nose and leaving a pink stain behind. “No peeking!”
Whatever. You sat there, waiting, and once he was finally done, he turned the paper around to show you.
It was you. Your hair, your eyes, your facial features, your flaws. Pink paint on your nose. Every single thing about you was displayed on the page, colorful and vibrant. Pretty. For a long moment filled with silence, you stared at the painting, awestruck and unsure of how to respond. Hyunjin faltered, seeming almost nervous.
“Is it bad?”
“No.” You blurted, immediately regretting it. Still, when Hyunjin lit up with hope in those cavern-colored eyes, you couldn’t resist praising him. “It’s good. You did amazing.”
“Really?” He looked just as spellbound as you. “You really like it?”
“... Yeah. I do.” Hyunjin scooted closer to you, legs crossed with an expression of fascination, passing the painting to you.
“It’s for you. I want you to keep it.” Although your brain warned against it, you reached out and took it from him. Holding it so delicately. No one had ever painted you before, never showed you in such a positive light. People back at home usually viewed you as scary and intimidating. This painting, even though your expression in it was stoic and frowning, made you somehow appear soft. Cute, almost ethereal.
“Thank you.” Why did you feel so flustered all of a sudden? Your fingers brushed Hyunjin’s as you took the painting, looking at it fondly, then your eyes met his and you nibbled on your bottom lip. “Is that actually how you see me?”
“What do you mean?” He tilted his head, confused. “That’s what you look like.”
Oh God, why did you feel hot? Were you getting sick? Your heart was racing, just like your brain, filled with thoughts that you didn’t approve of in the slightest. This wasn’t some sweet guy you could have a little crush on. He wasn’t even human, so why did you feel so flattered, as if he wasn’t thinking about hunting you down right now? Maybe that was why he drew you in such a way. You looked appetizing to him.
Without another word, you stood up and walked off. Painting in hand.
Apparently, nothing was sacred in this place, because not even a few hours later, the others found out about the painting. While Felix, Chan and Jeongin thought it was sweet, the others thought it was hilarious, poking fun at both you and Hyunjin and thriving off of your shared embarrassment over the matter. None of them would leave it the fuck alone and it was starting to get on your nerves.
“Here I thought you hated our species.” Seungmin spoke up from his spot on the couch, flipping through a book he’d probably stolen from an unsuspecting victim. Your eyes narrowed at him. “Didn’t think you’d be into one of us. Gross.”
“I’m not into him.” You snapped back, avoiding looking at the man in question. Only because you knew he would be just as disgusted as you were and you didn’t feel like arguing with another one of them. No other reason. It wasn’t like you enjoyed the way he painted you and didn’t want it to be tainted by his negative feelings towards you; obviously you despised them far more than they could’ve ever hated you and knowing that surely wouldn’t have bothered you. Not at all.
“No one would blame you if you were.” Changbin joined in with a shrug. “He’s pretty.”
“Fuck off.”
“He is, but it says a lot that you carry it in your pocket all the time.” Seungmin’s observation made your face feel hot all over again, stunned that he’d noticed such a detail. He wasn’t wrong, either; ever since you got the painting, you kept it with you, tucked away in the pocket of whatever pants you were wearing that day. Pants that belonged to Changbin, actually, since you didn’t have any of your own clothes here, except the ones you came in.
“Okay, so what if I do? Why the fuck is that any of your business?” His eyes flicked up to meet yours, a small smirk forming on his lips.
“I’m just saying it’s weird that you’re keeping paintings from Hyunjin, but you’re sleeping in the same room as Jeongin. Raises a lot of questions about your character.” Oh, this motherfucker.
“I don’t think that really means anything.” Hyunjin tried to intervene, tense as he sat on the other couch, looking at his nails to avoid meeting your gaze and revealing anything. Despite his attempt to mediate, you were quickly becoming more and more agitated.
“Sounds like you’re jealous. What, you want him to paint a picture of you?” You crooned, stepping closer to loom over him, but he kept his eyes on his book. Flipped to another page.
“He already has. Plenty of times, actually.”
“Hm. So it’s something else, then.” Kneeling down, you brought your face to be leveled with his, smiling sweetly. “Maybe you wanna sleep with Jeongin? No, you can always do that, can’t you? So what is it?”
“I don’t want you, if that’s what you’re implying. Real slutty of you to think like that, though.” Yeah, that was the breaking point. There was no real recognition when your fist made contact with his cheek, nailing him right on the bone there and making his head snap to the side, book falling out of his hands to the floor.
The response was instantaneous. While Seungmin’s head whipped back to face you, snarling with his teeth bared and his irises dilating, you braced yourself for the fight to come. Unfortunately for you, it didn’t come from him, rather another hard body that barreled into you from the side, sending you sprawling onto the floor with a grunt. Changbin, ever the savior, stood over you with a sneer.
This was a really bad idea, and yet you couldn’t bring yourself to care about the consequences. Springing back to your feet, you took another swing at Changbin, only for him to plant a firm hand on your chest and shove you right back onto the floor. You hit the concrete hard, giving a cry of frustration before reeling your good leg back and landing a kick at his knee. He hardly even reacted, reaching down to grab the front of your shirt, hauling you off the floor and tossing you aside like it was nothing.
Your body collided with the wall, dropping to the floor in a heap of limbs, sore and aching. There was no ignoring the pains that flared in your injured limbs, your wrist cradled to your chest while Changbin advanced on you. Before he could get too close, however, Hyunjin got in front of you, crouching down with worry written all over his face.
“Stop! That’s enough!” Fortunately, he left you alone to cater to Seungmin, whose eyes were narrowed into a nasty glare directed your way, which you returned tenfold. When Hyunjin’s hands found your arms to try and help you sit up, you swatted at him.
“Don’t fucking touch me.” You got to your feet on your own, limping back towards the door to hide away in Jeongin’s room again. You tossed the painting onto the floor behind you.
Two days of sitting in Jeongin’s room passed by torturously slowly. Isolating yourself meant remaining in the room the entire time, lying on the floor in the corner with your back to the rest of the room, ignoring Jeongin and anyone else that came inside. They tried to get you to join the rest of them for their meals, but you refused. You had no interest in playing house anymore. These things hated you and you loathed them, so what was the point in keeping you around? At some point, you just stopped caring, hoping they would kill you so you wouldn’t have to feel all the pains in your chest.
The sun was starting to set and you were still in the same spot, curled in on yourself and facing the wall. When you first heard the knock on the door, your body stiffened, though you promptly relaxed when you remembered the promise of death that hung over your head every single day. If this was it, you would be okay with that. You’d spent your whole life fighting and you were so very tired of it.
“Hey, angel. I brought you something.” A voice you could only recognize as Felix’s filled the room, accompanied by a smell. The smell of something really delicious. Your stomach growled with hunger, pangs making your face twist into a wince, and yet you didn’t move from your spot on the floor. Didn’t even bother turning to look back at him.
“Go away.” You grumbled. Of course, he didn’t listen, sitting down beside you and setting a plate on the floor with a small clink.
“You’ve been in here for a while. You need to eat.” Part of you really wanted to, your stomach begging you for just a bite of the fresh cookies on that plate, thinking about how good they probably tasted even though these things weren’t supposed to be eating such things. Regardless, you didn’t budge.
“Why? Just go, I’m gonna die either way, so you things will be able to eat me soon.” Felix sighed.
“We don’t want to eat you.”
“Bullshit.”
“Can you please just eat? The whole ‘you guys are evil and gonna eat me’ thing is getting really old.” At that, you shoved yourself up, giving him a weak glare.
“Don’t act like I’m not justified for being scared! You guys have literally talked about eating me!” Felix’s eyes widened and he looked to the door anxiously, shushing you and placating you with a hand held out in front of him.
“Shh, don’t yell. Changbin’s still really mad at you-”
“Me!? That mutt called me a slut! Changbin threw me at a fucking wall!”
“Chan took care of it, I promise. They’re just on edge because a human is living with us now, I swear they’re not always like that.”
“Then let me leave.” Silence. Felix fidgeted with the straps of his apron, avoiding your fierce gaze, to which you scoffed. Sitting with your back against the wall, shaking your head. “I don’t get it. Why am I here if we all hate each other?”
“We don’t hate you.”
“Again, bullshit.” Felix’s sharp look made you clamp your mouth shut. He sat down more comfortably in front of you, much like Hyunjin before he gave you that painting. The memory still made your heart flutter in your chest.
“We want you here because you’re safe with us. You think you’re being held captive, but you don’t know that this place is surrounded by others like us. Others that wouldn’t think twice about killing you.” You did know that. Those things that attacked your home were plaguing this city long before your base was even built. When you first ran into this building, you had an entire herd chasing you.
“I can handle myself.”
“Humans don’t heal like we do. You’re injured, and whether you like it or not, that weakens you. I’m trying to help you heal because I know you’ll want to leave one day.” Now that made you pause, expression relaxing just a tad. Felix suddenly looked rather somber. “They know you’ll leave, too. They don’t want you to.”
“Why? Why are you guys so attached to me?”
“We don’t really know. There’s just something about you. The way you look, the way you smell, how you carry yourself. We really like you and that scares some of us.”
“That doesn’t mean you can just say that you want to eat me.” To your surprise, he nodded his head.
“I understand. I think they’re just confused, they don’t really understand what they’re feeling.”
“How do you know how they’re feeling?” The smile on his face was one of fondness.
“I know them. And I want to know you, too” Once again, something in your chest ached. Bringing your knees inwards and wrapping your arms around your legs, you mulled over his words, eyes darting to stare at the space between you. Nothing about these creatures made sense to you. You supposed that if he wanted to help you, you would let him, use him to get better so you could get the fuck out of this place.
“Okay. Okay, I get it.” He gave a small, tight-lipped smile.
“I don’t think you do. But that’s okay. I just want you to try.” With that, he pushed the plate toward you in offering. You took a cookie and bit a chunk out of it. The chocolate melted on your tongue, its softness enough to make you sigh with content.
“Wow, that’s good.” Felix’s demeanor completely shifted at your praise. These things really liked compliments…
“Join us for dinner?”
“Fine. I’ll be there.”
Dinner was awkward. Changbin, Seungmin and Jisung refused to even acknowledge you, meanwhile Hyunjin was sulking the entire time and wouldn’t look in your direction. The only people that really talked to you were Felix and Jeongin, sometimes even Minho who would tell you to try something new on his plate. Nothing with meat, except for a few bites of seafood that were so good you wanted to cry.
Everyone went to bed, but you lingered in the kitchen for a moment, deciding to take it upon yourself to do the dishes. You weren’t really sure why, honestly. It just felt like the right thing to do. So, while you scrubbed plates and bowls and silverware, back to the doorway, you heard someone clear their throat. Your body jolted, whirling around to find Chan standing behind you.
“Oh. Hi. You scared me.” The last time you spoke to him was the day they decided to keep you here. After that, he remained in his room or his office, tucked away to handle whatever important matters he got up to in his free time until everyone gathered in the dining room to eat their meals together. During these times, he never really talked to you. Just the others on occasion. So, seeing him here now had you a little on edge, especially after Felix told you Changbin and Seungmin were reprimanded for how they treated you.
“I was told you put your hands on Seungmin.” Straight to business, it seemed. Frozen, you placed down the dishes in the sink, biting the inside of your cheek as you watched him wearily. He wasn’t smiling this time around. There were no signs of anger, per se, but you could tell he wasn’t happy.
“Were you told why I put my hands on him?”
“What did I tell you would happen if you hurt any of them?” He inquired, as if you hadn’t said anything at all. Being talked over like that silenced you, your mouth closing as your hands fell to your sides, shoulders tense.
“But I was already-”
“What did I say?” Chan stepped closer, coaxing you. He didn’t sound pissed. On the contrary, he was calm, merely guiding you to the answer he wanted rather than outright scolding you or demanding you to come to the right conclusion. Patient in a way that made the hairs on your arms and neck rise to attention.
“Anything that happens to them will be done to me.” His head nodded slowly. When he came to a stop, it was right in front of you, so close you could smell him. Something like cologne, which was unique for one of these things, but that underlying scent of dirt was always there. They could never completely wash it away.
“And what exactly did you do?” Your stomach sunk straight through the floor.
“I punched him.”
“Where?”
“Here.” You brought a shaky hand to your cheek. Chan clicked his tongue, and when he raised a hand, you didn’t move. Just allowed him to gently brush your hand away, replacing it with his own. Cupping your face in his palm with his fingertips grazing the strands of your hair, resting over your ear.
“I’m sure Changbin made it clear that you won’t be doing that again.” He mused, thumb caressing your cheekbone. Right where you’d nailed Seungmin. “I’ll let you off with a warning this time, only because I know he went a little too far.”
A little!?
“Thank you.” Your voice was quiet, barely above a whisper, fearing retaliation for speaking out of turn. The man finally smiled.
“Relax. You’re doing good so far.” With one finally squeeze to your cheek, his hand fell away and you released a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding. “I thought you would’ve punched him a lot sooner. Seungmin likes to push buttons, but he doesn’t mean anything by it. Just keep that in mind, okay?”
“Okay.” You nodded. He returned the gesture, satisfied.
“I’ll help you finish up here. I want you to get some sleep once you’re done, I’m sure Innie misses you already.” Chan stepped up to the sink beside you, rinsing off the dishes you’d already scrubbed, shoulder pressed to yours. With a deep breath, you started up cleaning the dishes again, the two of you working in silence as the sun settled low behind the ruined buildings outside.
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Game of Love - Hwang Hyunjin SMAU
Chapter 60
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