a/n : a little something for Momo day <3 (better late than ever lol) Dahyun’s bubble post got me feeling something like, make some room for me pls i swear i’ll behave >.<
There is no reason for you to feel jealous over Dahyun’s birthday post to Momo. All Twice members are close to each other, both in body and mind, and it isn’t as if you had never fallen victim to Jihyo’s drunken behavior and her accidental smooches at the corners of your lips, or Nayeon’s sticky fingers on your ass.
The photo isn’t recent, Momo had gotten a new haircut in preparation to MISAMO’s comeback, and so you pay it no mind, taping on the like button below the picture before switching to a different social app.
It isn’t long before Momo makes a grand entrance, waltzing past the entryway and straight to the living room where you are.
“Hi baby!” She chimes, bending down to trap your face in her hands and reach out to your lips, kissing you firmly but lovingly.
“Happy birthday love,” you greet her back as Momo pulls away, dropping next to you on the couch.
“What are you doing?” She rests her head on your shoulder, cheek pancaked onto it.
“Just looking at the stuff the girls posted for your birthday,” you smile, recalling one of Jihyo’s story of your girlfriend sleeping at a restaurant, a napkin tucked in the collar of her shirt that emphasized the comic aspect of the situation.
“You didn’t post anything,” you can feel her pout as she states the obvious, you know it’s not a complaint.
“I’m just keeping the best for last,” you grin. Momo pinches your side and you jerk up a bit without propelling your girlfriend off your shoulder. “Well, if I can do better than Dahyun’s post, that is.”
Your own words hit you only a second too late, and you don’t register Momo’s interrogative oh as she lifts her head to meet her eyes with yours. “What?” You shriek, fainting ignorance knowing damn well Momo is far from stupid and already sees right through your avoidant look.
“What about Dahyun’s post?” She asks.
“Nothing,” you lie, “I liked it.”
Momo is now fully facing you, one leg propped up on the couch and the arm of the same side against the backrest. She doesn’t say anything, but the moment you shoot a quick glance at her Momo huffs. “Are you jealous babe?” she quips.
You huff back at her, eyes not leaving the screen of your phone anymore, but you don’t say anything.
Maybe it was time for you to admit that it wasn’t jealousy, per say, but something akin to possessiveness. The image of Momo’s hand on Dahyun’s bare thigh burned into your hippocampus. You shrank in on yourself, chin nearly merging in between your collarbones as you slowly sank further into the couch.
“Oh my god, baby why?” Momo can’t help but snicker when you dramatically fall down the opposite side of hers. “Come back here,” she leans over and grabs you from under one thigh, pulling you with such force you oblige, soon straddling your girlfriend, facing her.
“Is that what you want?” Momo teases.
“Dahyun was facing the other way round,” you sulk.
“Yeah, but I can see you better like that,” she says, voice dropping an octave lower as she leans in to plant a kiss where your jaw and your ear meet. You hum in satisfaction, hands coming to repose themselves on Momo’s shoulders, her own settling on your waist. “So? Still jealous?” She keeps on kissing down your neck to the vale of your collarbone.
You whimper against her mouth as Momo lightly bites down on the muscle above, “I’m not.”
“Are you sure?” One hand comes sliding down your tummy, untucking your shirt from your pants and reaching back up to your breasts, grazing the underside. You arch at the touch, and Momo presses her hand against your sternum to keep you in place before latching her mouth onto your left nipple through the fabric of your shirt.
You gasp, one hand coming up to grip itself in her blonde bob. You try to push yourself onto her mouth, signaling to her to get more into it, but Momo keeps a strong hand between your boobs. The tip of her tongue flicks at your bud in kitten licks, and her mouth barely closes around it.
Momo is not one to tire from foreplay, she could go at it and tease you for several hours on end, and she has done so in the past. But right now, she’s doing this on purpose, because she doesn’t need a reason to taunt you like that.
You whine in protest, “Momo, please…”
“I’m waiting, love,” she replies, moving to nip at your right nipple.
Of course your girlfriend expected you to concede, to admit you were feeling a little jealous upon seeing that picture. Pulling one last time at her hair, you try to get her to look at you, “I was not jealous,” you say resolutely, “maybe just a little possessive…”
“A little?” Momo stops, fighting the urge to mock you with yet another smirk.
“Don’t push it,” you snarl.
As if to mean that’s enough for me, Momo wastes no time and has you remove your shirt completely, followed by your bra removed by her hefty fingers, and dives back onto your tits, suckling at the nipple again.
You cry out, a sense of relief washing over you, soon replaced by the itchy feeling of your growing arousal. A feeling you don’t have to focus on for too long as Momo is already slipping a hand in your pants and underneath your panties, fingers brushing your clit before sliding down your slit.
At the pace she’s going, you think you might combust on the spot. “So wet, just for me,” Momo whispers in your ear, and it’s not helping, just riling you up even more. She notices and slides one finger in your pussy, all three knuckles in. You let out a lengthy moan, tightening your hold on her shoulder and in her hair.
“Careful, I’m not not planning on going bald,” she scoffs, stopping amidst the process of giving you yet another hickey between your tits.
“Sorry,” you breathe out, “I’m sorry baby.”
“Don’t worry, you’re excused,” she states almost too matter-of-factly as she adds a second finger and starts to pump them in and out of your cunt.
She sets up a fast pace, sometimes rubbing at the spongy spot inside, coating her fingers in your arousal. Momo avoids your clit, trying not to let the palm of her hand touch it. You notice it rather quickly, moans now substituted by whimpers, seeking more of her, more than just her fingers in your pussy and her mouth on your tits.
You believe Momo takes note of the sudden shift in behavior right away. She takes her free hand and brings it to your neck, pulling you into a searing kiss. It’s messy and devouring, tongues and teeth meeting and clashing with each other, mouths agape letting out the sultriest moans out of the two of you.
You had been so focused on your own pleasure that you didn’t attend to Momo's. Though she didn’t complain, and never did, you’ve always felt a bit guilty that she would care more about your needs than hers.
“You know where else you could sit for me?” Momo prompts, as if noticing, again, you were drifting off in your thoughts. She let her hands fall to your hips, then lower, grabbing at the soft plush of your thighs. “Where?” You ask, knowing the answer already.
“Take off your pants,” she demands and again, you oblige, moving at light-speed to rid yourself of your clothes. At the same time, Momo lays down on the soft seat cushions of the couch, guiding you back down on her.
Her arms snake behind your thighs, and your knees are on both sides of her head, not too close but apart enough Momo can have you sit on her face as much as humanly possible.
You always hesitate for a second. Despite getting off to the sight of your girlfriend enjoying herself being squished between your thighs, you couldn’t help but need her approval to finally sink down on her face. An approval that came in the form of Momo bringing her mouth to your throbbing clit and pulling you down at the same time, and there’s nothing you can do to keep the moan from coming out of your vocal cords, raw and high-pitched.
One day, that woman is going to literally eat your pussy.
Momo finally gives all the attention your throbbing clit was craving. No teasing needed, she simply wanted, ached, to lose herself into your cunt, tongue switching from lapping between your folds to flicking back at the swollen bundle of nerves above. Anytime you arch your back, you also press harder against her mouth. Momo hums in contentment, one of her hands leaves your ass to relieve herself of some of her own pains and aches.
There is nothing but a symphony of moans and whimpers filling the living room. Pleas run out of your mouth in search of a desperate release, you grind your pussy against Momo’s face and she keeps on sucking at your clit, tongue going back into folds, fucking you relentlessely with it.
“Momo… I’m so close,” you chant her name over, and over, and over again. Momo pinches her eyebrows, as if trying to catch up with you. You take over for her, placing your hand below hers, applying pressure while rubbing her clit in repeated motions, rutting continuously as Momo joins you in your fun, grinding against the palm of your hand.
“That’s it baby, come for me,” she mutters from under you.
That tight feeling in your gut snaps when Momo bites and sucks at your clit again. You cry out your release, and your fingers slip past her folds in one swift motion, making Momo whimper as her orgasm crashes over her as well. Coming down from your high, you lift yourself up, licking at your fingers to get a taste of Momo’s.
You settle over her lap, plopping onto her chest as your girlfriend hugs you, hands running up and down your spine. You raise your head, cradling Momo’s face and kissing her, chaste but longingly.
“Hope the seat was to your confort,” she murmurs mid-kiss.
-- momo / jihyo / tzuyu, 1.8k. smut // polyamory // MEN DNI
scalding hot; always when they're together.
to say tzuyu didn't love being praised would be a lie.
when she agreed to join momo and jihyo today, she failed to consider the fact that no one doted and adored her more physically than them, her girlfriends, and regardless of any mistakes in choreography, she was simply faultless in their eyes.
though she initially keens at it, the constant affection eventually becomes distracting in ways she refuses to admit.
“just like that,” jihyo murmurs, hands on tzuyu’s waist, helping her into position.
momo leans against the mirror, arms crossed. her eyes rake over their figures in contemplation. “remember: hold, turn, then dip.”
it would be good advice to remember, if only tzuyu wasn't so caught up trying to ignore her painfully tensed jaw.
jihyo’s hands are warm against her skin, almost screaming for her attention through the cloth of her t-shirt, and the chest tightening feeling is all the more intensified under momo's gaze.
jihyo seems to notice, as attentive as ever.
“breathe, tzu,” she whispers.
unfortunately, tzuyu is given minimal time to heed her reminder as momo starts the music up once again, and she's thrown into their practiced choreography with only her muscle memory and jihyo to guide her.
she finishes back in jihyo's arms after a final spin, and by then, momo has pushed herself away from the mirror to review their finishing post more closely.
they hold their places instinctively, letting momo position them as she pleases.
tzuyu's a little out of breath – from the dancing, she'd hoped – but now with both momo and jihyo in such close proximity, she's not too sure if it's just that anymore.
“that was perfect, really,” momo muses, pleased.
tzuyu's gaze is too busy darting from jihyo's in the mirror to momo's just opposite her, before she falters completely and settles on the hardwood floor.
she doesn't hide it very well, it seems, because momo and jihyo exchange knowing glances. there're teasing glints in their eyes; unavoidable.
“are you nervous?” jihyo raises a brow.
nervous is an understatement. tzuyu can feel her heart in her temple, and she knows jihyo feels it too.
“you did amazing, baby,” momo praises, caressing tzuyu's cheek to bring her gaze up. “what's wrong?”
now momo can feel it, she's sure.
“i– um,” tzuyu says. momo catches her eye, and she panics. “i need a break.”
thankfully, they don't push.
jihyo presses a kiss to her cheek before letting go, allowing tzuyu to scramble away to catch her breath.
she sees them chuckling in her peripheral vision, but decidedly ignores it for the sake of her sanity. she's never been good at handling the two of them at once.
she falls back on the couch with a huff, rubbing her face in her palms.
momo and jihyo pay her little mind after, and while tzuyu's able to regain her composure momentarily, she quickly finds herself flustered all over again when they resume practice.
the move perfectly in sync, somehow acutely aware of each other.
there's something about watching momo and jihyo dance – tzuyu doesn't think she could ever tire of it.
she keeps her eyes trained on them, mesmerised. there's an unexplainable admiration and want that stirs.
it’s momo who notices this time and snaps her right out of her thoughts.
“tzu-ah, come here,” she says, reaching her arm out.
tzuyu is startled, but there's little time to overthink it. she takes momo’s hand and lets herself be drawn in.
momo catches her by the waist before she stumbles.
jihyo comes up from behind then, tucking her chin on tzuyu's shoulder and clasping her hands in front of her abdomen. “you seem a little… distracted.”
tzuyu doesn't miss the way the corner of momo's lips tug upwards. she can't see jihyo's face now, but she’s sure jihyo's just as unbearably smug about it, if not even more.
they seem to read each other's minds– where jihyo's hands stop, momo picks up somewhere else.
tzuyu can't help but cast her eyes downwards; momo's lips look very kissable. i’m fucked, she thinks.
“i’m not,” she murmurs.
they can tell anyway – they already have. she only hopes they'd stop or do something about it.
knowing them, they've never been able to resist the latter.
“mhm,” momo drawls. “of course not.”
behind her, jihyo sneaks her hands beneath her shirt. tzuyu chokes up.
“what did i say about breathing?” jihyo scratches lightly, just up her sides, always teasing.
tzuyu sucks in a breath. she's compliant to a fault. “i'm– i'm trying.”
“you are,” jihyo hums, velvet in tzuyu's ear. “keep going, baby. you don't have to hold back.”
tzuyu doesn't know who she's talking to. on the other side, momo curls a palm around her nape and scatters kisses down her jaw. oh.
“ah, i–”
“you're good,” jihyo tells her. as it always is with jihyo's way with words, tzuyu believes her.
“i'm gonna die,” tzuyu lays a hand over jihyo's, halting its motions. “if you two– if you do it together.”
she feels momo nibble lightly; clutches onto momo's shirt instinctively in response.
momo smiles against her skin. “you’ve done it before. you're still here.” barely, tzuyu thinks.
“you can take it,” jihyo murmurs, followed with a kiss on the juncture between her neck and shoulder, and a stubborn hand up her chest.
the words take effect almost immediately. tzuyu's head falls back with a soft cry, heaving into jihyo's touch. “slow– slowly, please.”
she floats between impatience and oversensitivity, suspended on the edge of a cliff; too eager and afraid to jump off at the same time. jihyo twists her fingers gently, and the reaction she gets from tzuyu is almost euphoric – high, whiny, and knee-buckling.
momo has to take hold of tzuyu's waist, parting momentarily from her nape. her free hand, the one tzuyu had no mind to notice, makes itself known between her thighs.
tzuyu gasps into the ceiling, melting. “oh– unnie–”
where momo lacks in words, jihyo makes up with generous praise.
“i've got you, don't worry– just like that,” she coos. “just perfect, tzuyu.” her hands continue kneading slowly, a fine balance between momo's fingers brushing up her centre and the tension in her chest, and the warm timbre of jihyo's voice.
momo's fingers brush up her centre, cupping her through cloth. “you've been thinking about this,” she says when she gets there, warmth in her hands. “haven't you?”
“i'm always– thinking about you two,” tzuyu says with a half-gasp, twisting her head into jihyo. jihyo finds her lips easily, tzuyu's hand on her cheek urging her to come closer even if they couldn't be anymore close.
“what a sweet tongue,” jihyo notes, splaying a hand over tzuyu's stomach. “did you hear that, momo? she's always thinking about us.”
“mm-hmm,” momo drawls lovingly. “what can i say– you’re quite irresistible, hyo.”
her hand moves languidly as she comes over to kiss jihyo in earnest, and tzuyu’s sure she catches her eyes in the midst of it on purpose.
while it would've halted all of tzuyu's thoughts immediately, the sounds made from their kiss rile tzuyu up even more than anything else they could've done. tzuyu squirms in between them; the grip she has on momo’s shoulder and jihyo’s neck respectively is so tense she wonders how she has any energy at all to keep herself upright – then again, jihyo was doing most of the work there, and if tzuyu's mind was clear enough, the realisation would've hazed it up all over again.
when momo pushes her palm up, pressing against her, tzuyu jerks suddenly with a moan. “momo–”
momo parts from jihyo's lips. “will you come like this?” her voice is still electrifyingly breathy from the kiss, rough.
“no–,” tzuyu whines, tugging on momo's sleeve. “want you inside– in me, unnie–”
momo's fingers trail to the waistband of her sweats, teasing. jihyo ignores it, dipping her hand past the elastic and into wetness.
“you want momo's fingers in you, baby? or mine?”
oh god, tzuyu thinks. this is how i die.
“anything– unnie, please,” she begs, because how could she possibly choose?
it seems to be the answer jihyo is looking for, anyway, because she pushes further down and in almost immediately, and tzuyu's back arches forward with a strangled cry.
“how's this?” jihyo hums, playful.
tzuyu doesn't answer, not that jihyo really expects one with how her far head was thrown back and her fingers clawing at jihyo's neck. tzuyu wraps a leg around momo, knees soft, and momo is gracious enough to tighten her grip for support.
though, not gracious enough to spare tzuyu of madness.
she pulls tzuyu's sweats down slightly, just enough for her hand to join jihyo's. “leave a little fun for me, hyo,” she mewls.
jihyo shifts in turn, “sorry, i couldn't resist,” and kisses tzuyu's shoulder for good measure, proving her own point. even then, she still makes space for momo to lay a thumb over tzuyu’s clit. tzuyu truly goes mad.
in tandem, they're absolutely unbearable in the best of ways. heat builds up in tzuyu's tummy, thrumming steadily and scalding hot; always this way when the three of them are together.
tzuyu comes, loud, without any more warning besides the whimper that leaves her throat and the dig of her nails into momo's shoulder. warmth spreads from the base of her tummy, a muted explosion all the way up to her head.
vaguely, she hears momo's voice. “one more, tzu.”
then, more clearly in her ear, jihyo, “for us, baby, we know you have another one.”
when jihyo pulls her fingers out, only for it to be replaced with momo’s mouth, tzuyu yelps. “fuck! oh, fuck, momo– unnie, i can't–”
she really is going to die.
“breathe,” jihyo coaxes, pressing down on her tummy lightly. “just like that, tzu; you're taking momo perfectly.”
the praise does wonders for her. with a sharp cry, tzuyu comes again, weak spurts of arousal spilling over momo's tongue. she trembles in their hold, tugging on jihyo for something to ground her, even for a moment. jihyo tilts her chin towards her, fingers still wet, and drowns tzuyu's moans out with a kiss.
momo emerges eventually, lips glistening with slick.
when jihyo notices, she parts from tzuyu and kisses momo in turn.
she lets out a soft, pleased hum, savouring the taste.
tzuyu wraps her hands around momo's neck in the meantime, parched but completely satiated at the same time.
“look what you did to her, hyo” momo teases. “you knocked her out.”
“who's the one who wanted another round?” jihyo bites back.
“you’re both… too much,” tzuyu manages; but, the buzz in her bones soothes her so quickly she can't find it in herself – forgets, really – to complain anymore.
“ah, she lives,” jihyo laughs.
“barely,” tzuyu huffs.
“want us to stop?” momo piles on.
in the comfort of their arms, tzuyu dozes off before she's able to come up with a wittier response.
no, she thinks, never, before her eyes flutter close; she'd be lying otherwise, wouldn't she?
well!! what an absolutely insane thing for me to write, I can't believe it either. I hope this madness was somewhat enjoyable to read!! this fic made me miss jitzu a lot :((
now how do I tag this??
also, I'll be keeping my reqs open for one more day, since I forgot to warn everyone beforehand! they'll be closed tomorrow night (in abt 26 hrs) :)
anyway, thank you so much for reading and interacting!! I really appreciate it <3
tw: horror/ urban legend themes, thriller au, yandere, ghosts, knives, mentions of kidnapping/ missing children, blood, biting, dubcon.. basically a jennifer’s body spin off.
pairing: (twice) sana x fem!reader
wc:4.7k
a/n: i would like to thank @nayuyeons for the chance to join a collab like this. it was tons of fun and honestly i wanted to write so much more for this specific fic haha. here is the masterlist for the collab!
"What do you mean you're afraid to walk home?" Sana asked her younger sister, Seiko. The child was barely seven years old, with the same wide eyes as her elder sister. In fact, they seemed similar in multiple ways, and one could easily tell just by observing their interactions.
"Kuchisake-onna.." Seiko replied, she looked up at Sana and then back at you. For some odd reason the atmosphere changed at the sound of the name. An ominous shadow falling over the once calm setting as the dark green leaves rustled in the wind. The sounds mixing in with the fading sound of children's chatter and laughter.
"What's that?" You asked rubbing your exposed arms to smoothen the goosebumps. The words sounded familiar but you couldn't quite place it. Maybe you heard it from someone at university - or maybe on the news. However, you were nowhere near ready for Seiko's reply.
"Slit mouth woman." Seiko grabbed Sana's skirt and moved closer to her. Practically clinging to Sana's side while her dark brown eyes flickering to all the other students who were leaving the school. Their laughter drowning out the whistling of the wind and the subtle creaking of the swing sets nearby. "She kills adults but Ai-chan said she kidnaps children and then take them to her house where she eats them."
"Oh come on Seiko, you know that's just a story." Sana playfully poked her cheek. But Seiko was not buying it, not even for a second. Her knuckles white as she refused to release Sana's skirt.
"It is real! Ai-chan said that her cousin saw her and now her cousin is missing." Seiko's eyebrows furrowed. Her lips pulled into a frown as she tugged against Sana's skirt once more. "Please, pick me up from school from now on."
"Every day?" Sana asked, "I have classes too Seiko."
"Maybe I can do it sometimes." You volunteered. Truth is you would do anything for your roommate, Sana. Especially since you were dropping hints that you liked her. Unfortunately, it was not going well since every time you try to confess - something happens to ruin the situation. But at least this would give you a chance to get to know her family more, plus you love kids - right? kinda...
"I can't ask you to do that for me." Sana said as she gently patted her sister's head.
"You don't have to ask, I don't mind doing it - besides Seiko looks really scared." you gestured to the child that was staring off in the distance.
"Fine, but when y/n -onee san come to pick you up, you have to behave .. okay?" Sana asked. To which her sister nodded. "Okay let's go home - mom should be back from work by now."
"Can … can I walk in between?" Seiko pointed to the space between You and Sana. Sana nodded and allowed the child to stand between both of you. Seiko looked up to you and smiled before holding on to your hand. She did the same thing to Sana.
You felt your heart skip a beat at the scene. You and Sana with a child, being all domestic… It was almost like something out of a GL and you were very much into it.
However, what you did not realise was that this was only the beginning of a terrible experience.
You stood near the school's gateway with your phone in your hands staring at the news headline that just popped up on the screen. There was another child who went missing within the past twenty-four hours. Apparently the child was walking home after school but never actually made it home.
That was really fucked up.
Your fingers racing across the touch screen as you sent a text to Sana to reassure her that you were here on time. Today she was busy with a class so you had to pick up Seiko. It was your first time doing it alone but you were given simple instructions. Just carry her home to her mom and leave. That's all - no awkward interactions… nothing.
"Y/n - oneesan!" Seiko's cheery voice echoed in your ear as the child ran towards you. She hugged you before looking around.
"Hi!" You greeted her, "How was school today?"
"It was fine. Ai-chan and I made clay bunnies." She held your hand as you both began to walk down the sidewalk as Seiko continued to speak about random things.
Then it happened.
A soft whisper caught your attention. It felt as though someone had spoken a broken language right into your ear. Your heart skipped a beat as you looked around. Something felt a tad bit uneasy. Your stomach churned as you approached a nearby park. Something was definitely wrong, yet Seiko kept talking as if nothing had happened.
Unfortunately, the conversation died down as you both followed the path near the park. It was awfully quiet. Which was odd since most of the schools were over by now. Yet you saw no one in the park.
"Y/n oneesan?" Seiko spoke up, her little fingers tightening around yours. "Kuchisake-onna isn't real right?"
You stopped walking. A gust of wind fanned your cheeks and sent chills down your spine. You pulled your jacket closer against your body before looking down at Seiko. You wanted to tell her right there and then that it was all just an urban legend but at the same time you were beginning to question it yourself. Especially with the recent rise in missing children cases.
"I don't think she is real." You looked around the park. "Don't worr- " You came to a pause when you saw something white in the distance behind Seiko. You sucked in a breath, fingers twitching at the sight. It looked like a figure. A tall, slim figure dressed in white. Suddenly, the silence amplified. The rustling sound came back but this time the same whisper followed. The figure remained still as stone, except for their jet-black, long hair that moved with the breeze.
"What's wrong?" Seiko asked as she was about to turn around. You quickly grabbed her and let out an awkward laugh.
"I'm really hungry, let's get going." You lied.
Seiko nodded as she held on to your hand once more. However, this time your pace was a bit faster. You glanced back to where the figure was only to see an empty park. There was nothing there. Not a single person.
Was Kuchisake-onna - real? Of course not, she was simply an urban legend and that was the extent of it. You took a deep breath and continued walking until you passed more people. Once again, you engaged in random small talk with Seiko. You both bounced from topic to topic until you both stopped in front of Seiko's home. It was a classic Japanese styled home which was blocked by a wall that was about eight feet high.
"Will you be okay from here?" You asked.
Seiko kept a grip on your hand. She did not reply, instead she glanced behind her once more.
"D..do you want to come in?" Seiko asked. You looked around before setting your gaze back to the child.
"It's okay, I have some work to do back at the dorms." You said.
Seiko nodded she reluctantly let go of your hand before running to the gate and pulling it open. She stopped and glanced back at you.
"Thank you Y/n-oneesan." Seiko called out before running inside. You smiled and waved at her. Once the gate was closed you let out a sigh and then walked back to the university dorms.
While heading back, something caught your eyes. It was a missing child poster that was plastered on the side of a building. You looked closely at the picture and then it hit you. The child was wearing the same uniform as Seiko. Suddenly it became a bit difficult to focus. An ominous feeling set in once more as the wind blew stronger.
You glanced back to see people carrying on with their business. It was normal.
You entered your dorm and typed in the code to your shared room. You pushed open the door and saw Sana sitting at her desk. She turned to face you and you almost screamed.
"What's with all the red stuff on your face?" You questioned. Sana's eyes widened as she quickly wiped off the substance.
"Oh - just ketchup you know." Sana chuckled.
You grimaced and then slipped off your shoes.
"How was it?" Sana asked once she cleaned up the red on her face. You shrugged.
"Normal, I saw another missing child poster up today." You sighed before flopping down on your bed. "I'm not a kid but even I'm scared."
"Don't worry." Sana said, "I am sure they will find that child soon,"
"I hope so." You picked up our phone and began to scroll through it, "Sana, do you believe in the slit-mouth woman? Like do you really?"
"Well." Sana got off her chair and stalked towards you. She stood at the end of your bed and slowly leaned forward, "I do actually believe in her." Her arms on either side of you as she climbed on the bed, "And if I were her, I'd come for you first."
"Wait - what?" You asked as you pushed your body back. Sana's eyes darkened, a sick smile forming on her lips as she leaned closer to you. Your eyes flickered from her eyes to her grin - her mouth seemed to stretch wider as she smiled.
"F..fuck." you froze, horror consuming your body as she bared her teeth at you.
"Y/n - Sana!" The door suddenly swung open. You whipped your head to the side and saw Mina standing there with a box of take out in her hand, "Uh - am I interrupting something here?"
"Maybe." A cute smile replaced the sinister grin on Sana's face. She sat neatly between your legs and looked back at you, "I was just telling Y/n about the slit-mouth woman."
"Y..yeah." You stuttered before moving further away from her.
"Oh damn, I heard about her," Mina slipped off her shoes and closed the door behind her. She walked to the desk nearby and placed the box down, "Oh here is your takeout. But apparently, they are blaming the missing kids on her."
"Do you think she is real?" You asked Mina as you reached for the box of food and grabbed the fork from nearby. You opened it up and began to eat. Mina paused, she thought for a second before answering.
"I don't know." Mina huffed, "I want to say no but recently a lot of weird stuff has been happening." Mina kept her head down as she stared blankly at the bed. There was another few seconds of silence between the three of you.
"Weird stuff?" Sana asked. You looked up from your meal and faced Mina. Her face paled at the question.
"Yeah, like just before I came into your room, I felt this really weird aura in the hallway but when I turned around nothing was there." Mina shivered, she locked her gaze with Sana. "I wonder why.."
"I've been experiencing things like that too." You admitted. "Like today I swore I saw the you know who.. at the park."
"Why didn't you say anything?" Sana asked as she looked back at you. "If you actually see it then that's different right?"
"What do you mean? Beside I thought it was just me being paranoid." You answered.
"You know she goes after adults too right?" Mina teased, "Kuchisake-onna apparently comes up to adults and older kids and she asks them a question."
"What question?" You asked as you lowered your fork into the take out box. You straightened your posture and leaned against the wall as you faced Mina.
"From what I've heard, she asks if you think she's pretty." Mina paused, "If you say yes, she rips off her mask and then you get to see her mouth which is slit open from ear to ear. Blood pours out and she asks, 'what about now?' then she takes her knife and slices your mouth open just like hers."
"That's gross." You cringe at the thought of having someone take a knife and rip your skin apart. Suddenly your appetite was gone. You closed the box and placed it on the table next to Mina. "What happens if you say no?"
"I think, she will rip off her mask and then kill you either way." Mina's words were nonchalant as she played with a pen on your desk.
"IS there any way to survive an encounter with her?" Your question came more out of fear. What if she was really real - could you come in contact with her and come out alive? There must be a way right? Afterall all urban legends have a way to outsmart the evil being.
"Hmmm." Mina mused, "I heard that someone said you have to give her a neutral answer right Sana?"
"Yeah, something like, you look normal." Sana twirled a strand of her hair around her finger as she thought about it. "Then once she is distracted you run like hell."
You nodded. Well at least now you had an escape plan if you ever meet her. Not that you were planning on meeting her.
The rest of the evening at the dorm was peaceful, Mina left after an hour and then Sana left for her evening classes. You were left all alone in the room. And just to be extra safe, you locked the door and kept the lights on. Something about this urban legend was really starting to freak you out.
However, the next morning you awoke to a stain at the end of your blanket. It was a brick red colour, with a low scent. Was it from the food last night? Maybe not - oh well, looks like you have to wash it now.
"Sorry for asking you to do this again for me Y/n." Sana frowned as she held on to your hands, her soft fingers brushed over yours as she pulled you closer. "Seiko's finishing classes a bit earlier today for some reason, but I have to finish this presentation."
"S..sure." You stuttered. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you watched her face light up. She had asked you to pick up Seiko one more time. And since you were free - you agreed.
"You're the best." Sana lunged forward and wrapped her arms around you. Her soft body pressing up against yours. You awkwardly hugged her back. Oh the things you do for love.
"So just walk her home like last time?" You asked. Sana nodded. She pulled away from the hug and took out some money.
"Here, you can buy something when you're coming back if you want." She placed the money in your hand and then flopped down on her bed. You nodded and then picked up your bag before heading out. If you left now, you would reach just in time to catch Seiko. Sana followed you out and walked in the opposite direction - heading towards her next class. You hummed softly as headed towards the school. Thankfully, it was a sunny day out - with a couple of clouds dotting the blue sky. Hopefully it doesn't rain anytime soon.
After walking for a while you approached Seiko's school. You looked around and noticed that there was a greater amount of parents here than usual. Could it have been due to the missing children ? Maybe there was just a parent-teacher meeting after classes… right? You kept denying any thought that bordered on the possible existence of the silt mouth woman.
"It is all fake." You said aloud.
"What's fake?" A softer voice followed. you looked down to see Seiko looking up to you with a confused expression on her face.
"Oh … nothing." You lied.
"You're just like mommy - she talks to herself too." Seiko said as she stepped closer to you. You raised an eyebrow - now that doesn't sound too normal. However, it was fruitless to dwell on the subject so you quickly changed it.
"How was school today?" You asked the child as you both began to walk.
"It was okay." Seiko moved to grab your hand holding it tightly. "But Ai-chan didn't come to school today."
"Oh." You nodded as you listened.
"Yeah, she was supposed to help me finish a game level but Lee Sensei said she was sick." Seiko kept rambling about her day. And you listened. Well more like half listened while the other half was focused on your surroundings. It was the same path you take every time you had to drop her home. It was shorter than the initial path Sana showed you and it was a bit lonelier but at least there was a park nearby so there was always something nice to look at. Whether it be flowers or trees. However, right now you could not focus on the pretty flowers blooming - no - you were beginning to feel as if you were being watched.
You stopped walking and quickly glanced behind you. Seiko stopped talking and followed your actions. Her fingers tightening around your hand.
"Y/n?" There was a slight tremble in her voice as her eyes locked on one particular location.
"Seiko?" You asked as you looked down at her.
"Who's that?" Seiko raised her free hand and pointed towards a building. Near the wall, peering out at you was a tall figure with long black hair. Her pale face was half covered by a light coloured surgical mask. Your heart skipped a beat as you made eye contact with the woman. There was no one else on the street right now due to the time which made it even scarier.
And so you did the only logical thing one would do in this situation which was to run.
"W…we have to go now." You said. As you were about to turn around the figure pulled the mask down and smiled. Her mouth slowly widened, stretching across her lower face until the ends were near her ears. She bared her sharp canine-like teeth which were stained with God knows what. Her bloodshot eyes locked on to her next prey - you and Seiko.
"Y/n!" Seiko screamed as she pulled your hand. You turned around and ran. Your hand still holding on to the child's as you moved. Seiko screamed louder as she tried to keep up the pace. Her tiny legs moving as fast as they could.
You glanced back only to see the woman was now running after you both.
Fuck.
"Faster Seiko!" You shouted. "Help! Somebody Help!" Your voice going hoarse as you ran. This was not happening. This had to be a dream right? There was no way this was real.
"My house!" Seiko shouted. You looked around and saw that her house was just a few meters away. This was perfect if you could just make it there - where her mom was - you'd both be safe. You don't really know where the strength came from but you grabbed Seiko and sprinted towards the gateway. She screamed as her hands gripped on to your shirt. It didn't take a great detective to know why she screamed.
You reached the gate and pulled it open, entered then closed it. Seiko dropped down on her feet and ran to the front door - she quickly fiddled with the lock before opening the door. You both ran inside and slammed the door shut - locking it in the process.
Your chest heaved as you leaned against the door. Seiko fell to the floor, her knees pressed to her chest as she hugged them. Her doe eyes were filled with tears as she stared up at you.
"Hey, it's okay - she's gone." You tried to comfort the child as you stepped closer to her. You sat on the floor next to her and she buried her face against your chest. Your eyes were glued to the door. Your body was on edge - what if there was a knock? What would you do if 'she' came near? You can't protect both yourself and Seiko from a supernatural thing.
"I - I'll call Sana -" You said as you reached for your phone. You dialed her number only to have your call forwarded. You cursed softly before turning to Seiko who was now drying her tears. "What's your mommy's number?"
Seiko gave you her mother's number and you called. Her mother answered and told you that she would, unfortunately, be home a bit later today. She said you could leave Seiko alone, since she was used to it - however, the pleading look in the child's eyes was enough to convince you to stay.
You ended the call and stood up. Your steps were light as you approached the window. Carefully you pushed the curtains to the side and peered through the glass. No one was there. There was no sign of the silt mouth woman. You breath out a sigh of relief.
"Is she still there?" Seiko asked.
"No - I don't see her." You replied. Seiko began to take off her shoes and you did the same. "Are you hungry? I can order something for you to eat." You had the cash Sana gave you so why not use it now? Seiko nodded and lead you to the kitchen, there she placed her bag down and handed you some fliers and menus from some fast food places. It took about fifteen minutes before you both decided on something and called to order it.
"Y/n -" Seiko spoke up as she sat next to you on the couch. "The slit mouth woman is real." She looked up at you. "She tried to hurt us today."
Not even you could deny or play this one off. You saw her with your own eyes. Seiko saw her too. Fuck - you probably traumatized this poor kid.
"I guess so." You said. "Do you want me to call Sana again and ask her to come home?"
"Yes." Seiko said. "I don't want to be alone."
And so you tried calling Sana again - finally after three unsuccessful calls you got through with her. Sana promised to arrive within the hour.
A few minutes later there was a knock on the door. You both froze before calmly getting up and walking towards the door. You moved the curtains and glanced outside to see the delivery person. You smiled at Seiko and opened the door before paying the man. He gave you the food but before he left you noticed something.
"Sorry for making you open the gate." You remembered closing it right before entering the house - but now it was wide open.
"It was open when I got here." He said.
Suddenly your blood ran cold. Your eyes widened as you nodded and quickly went back inside closing the door and locking it.
"Seiko - are there any other doors to this house?" You asked.
"The back door over there." Seiko said as she pointed to the kitchen door. You placed the food on the countertop and ran towards the door.
"Don't worry - its always locked." Seiko assured you. You checked the locks once more and let out a sigh of relief. Now that was one less problem. You slowly walked back to the table and began to unpack the food, however, your mind was still on the fact that the gate was open. You distinctly remember closing it.
"Can I have this one?" Seiko asked as she grabbed a box. You nodded and then took your own box. You both sat down to eat when there was another knock on the door. Seiko shot you a terrified look, you faked a smile and gently pat her shoulder to calm her down before heading towards the door once more. Again, you checked out the window first and saw Sana. A sigh of relief left your lips as you opened the door.
"You saw the slit-mouth woman?" Sana pressed her hands against your shoulders as she pushed you against the wall.
"Yeah - she chased Seiko and I - "
"Fuck." Sana quickly closed the door behind her and then looked around the room. "It's not safe here, we have to leave."
"Leave? And go where?" You straightened up your posture and followed her as she went into the kitchen.
"Come on Seiko, you know what to do." Sana nodded towards her little sister who quickly stood up and ran out of the room. A few seconds she came back holding a cloth in her hands.
"What's' that?" You asked as you pointed to the cloth. Sana ignored your question and took the cloth from Seiko, she walked towards you immediately covered your mouth and nose with the cloth. You tried to push her away but it was futile. You inhaled the strong scent and felt your limbs turn into jello. You were barely able to keep yourself upright anymore - resulting in you falling to the floor. You heard someone whisper - the faint sound of Seiko's voice echoing in your head as your heavy eyelids closed.
Everything began to fade away.
That was until you felt a jolt running through your body. Your eyes slowly opened only to be met with a dim lit room. Near to the right was a step leading up and out of the room, however it was guarded by a person.
"Finally awake huh?" A voice rang through causing your blood to go cold. That voice was too familiar. It was Sana. "Thank you for protecting my little sister."
Sana pushed herself off the staircase and walked towards you, the shirt she wore now splattered with a dark red. That couldn't be blood - right? She knelt before you and pulled the gag from your mouth.
"Sana." You said her name. You had too many questions, concerns to ask yet the only word that left your lips was her name.
"Aww." She cooed as she reached forward and caressed your face, "Even now you're calling my name." She smiled, her dark eyes sparkling as she looked up at you.
"What are you doing? Where am I?" You asked.
Sana pursed her lips.
"You remember the silt-mouth woman right?" Sana asked.
"H..how could I forget her." you asked.
"Well guess what - She's real." Sana spoke as if she were telling the truth. You glanced to the side before looking back at Sana.
"And she's me." With that Sana's mouth stretched into a sinister smile, the light form her eyes vanished and her nails dug into your skin.
You let out an ear piercing scream as you kicked back at her. You shifted, pushed and pulled your body to attempt and escape her grip but it was all in vain. Her nails breaking your skin causing a bit of blood to drip out from you.
"So do you think I'm pretty still Y/n?" She asked.
Tears pooled at your eyes as you shook your head. The pain was increasing with each passing second and the added fear you were feeling did not help.
"Sana.. no please.. " You begged as she opened her mouth wider. You saw rows of teeth inside her mouth and blood dripping from her lips.
"Wrong answer." A distorted voice rang out from her as she pushed you against the wall. Your scream was muffled as she pressed her mouth against yours. A strong force felt as if it was being sucked out of her and pushed down your throat. You choked as she kept your mouth open with hers. Her hands remained on your shoulders as she pressed her body against yours.
Your jaw felt as if it would break any second. You could not even fight back because your hands were bounded. She sucked up the last bit of air you had before you weakly fell to the floor. Your body felt strange, there was something inside of you that was aching to come out.
"What.. what did you do?" You coughed up blood as you glared at Sana. Her wide smile simmered down to a more humane version as she knelt before you.
"You're a slit-mouth too." Sana laughed, "Now we could finally be together." She crawled towards you and stuck her tongue out, licking up the last bit of blood from near your lips. “You won’t ever be able to leave me now.”
Sana chuckled, “I don’t know if you knew but I’ve always had a thing for you y/n.” Her eyes slowly trailed down your body. She could feel the excitement bubbling up inside of her now that she had you. Her fingers, stained with your blood traced up your thighs, pulling them apart and settling between them.
“Now that you’re mine.. should we continue with your initiation?” Sana asked innocently.
“W...what?” Your body shook against the cold wall as you tried to push her off.
“You’re weak right now..” Sana teased as she pressed her bloody fingers against your clothed core. “So just relax and let me make you feel good..”
“Sana.. wait..” You tried to speak but she just pressed her lips against yours once more. Swallowing up your protests, with a sick smile. Her kiss was hungry. It was nearly suffocating as she pushed her hands down your pants and rubbed you through your underwear.
You bit her lip causing her to pull away. Expecting her to be angry..But you were so wrong. She smirked as the blood trickled down her lip.
“Oh this is fun Y/n.” She teased, “I should have turned you sooner.”
You remained horrified by the series of events. You carefully turned to the side and glimpsed your reflection in the window. Your mouth was now a slit, eyes blackened and blood splattered all over.
Did.. did Sana just turn you into the silt mouth woman?
im nayeon [suggestive. requested, 355 words] “love foolish” - twice
(매일 반복되는 midnight promise, i don’t know what to do / repeated everyday, midnight promise, i don’t know what to do)
“we really need to stop meeting like this…”
“shh… stop talking. just keep kissing me.”
since the moment nayeon arrived at your doorstep, you knew what she was here for. it’s been like this for the past two months.
three months since you split. two months since you wound up back in each other’s arms—or rather, tangled up in each other’s sheets. you both knew it was wrong: hooking up with your ex, especially with how things ended. you may have had a rocky relationship, but the chemistry in bed was undeniable.
you hardly had time to prepare yourself when you opened the door. she practically pounced on you. you could barely say one word before you were reaching to undress each other. walking down the hall to your bedroom, the way filled with sloppy kisses, hurried hand movements, harsh breaths, and whispered words that could only be described as lust. the rush to just fulfill that desire, satisfy that craving was too strong to wait.
“you taste so sweet… just like i remembered.” you push her to lay on the mattress, her back roughly hitting it. she sits up on her elbows, enticing you to come closer.
she looks up at you with sultry eyes and with slurred words says, “well, come taste some more.”
“don’t mind if i do.” you crawl up onto the bed, situating yourself between her legs. your lips finding their way back to her neck, marking her even though you know she’s not yours. her fingers raking through your hair, tugging when you reach the spot you know all too well. slowly, you tease her, making your way down her body, leaving pecks down her smooth skin.
she squirms when your lips reach her inner thigh. “please…”
“please, what? what do you want me to do?”
“anything… please, just touch me.”
“touch you? how?” you gently caress her thighs, inching closer to the lace hugging her waist. you feel her shiver under your touch. “with what? tell me, baby.”
she breathlessly responds, “your… fingers… tongue… anything. just anything. i need you now.”
Society fell when the game came out. It was supposed to be a game for children, where they could let their imaginations run rampant. The game was meant for them to have an escape from everyday life. But then they didn’t stop playing. They spent all day in the game. Nothing else mattered except the game.
The game--the game wasn’t like other games. It was the future of virtual reality. It was a game where you didn’t need to stop to sleep or even use the bathroom. Your consciousness was transferred into the game, putting you in a deep slumber, a coma almost. The only downfall was you had to leave, until you didn’t have to.
The kids turned to the black market for medical IV’s so they could keep playing. Crime began to rise significantly over the mere months since the game’s initial release. The police did their best, but with limited resources and limited money, there was only so much they could do.
Then the adults started playing. In an attempt to save their children, adults entered the game. The only problem was, they never left. The curiosity of what had captured their children’s minds so effortlessly and quietly. Slowly, the adults stopped leaving the game. They followed in their kids’ footsteps, buying IV’s and locking themselves away in the game.
Businesses began shutting down from the lack of customers and the employees seeming to vanish into thin air. Life began slowing down, the only thing thriving in the dying country was crime. The police slowly began to stop doing their jobs, letting the country run rampant with illegal activities.
The worst of it was in the capital. The most powerful people, the socialites, lived there, including the manufacturer of Virtual Paradise-- the game responsible for capturing half the nation’s mind. The game went world-wide, and soon everyone who was anyone had purchased the game. People, desperate to escape their lives, stole the game from anywhere they could get it. The company, Tempestechnologies, had become the company.
However, that was the capital and all major cities of the world. What was really scary was the rest of the country that couldn’t afford the game. Or if they could, they were smart enough not to buy it. With the world and the nation in chaos, the country had been divided into three districts.
The first was the JYP District. It covered most of the coastline and was the mediator between the other two districts. The leader of the District referred to herself as Queenie. As the only female leader, she gave herself a fitting title. While rather small in size, she was a force to be reckoned with. She and her husband had made a quiet, but successful, living working mainly with oversea gangs. She kept the other two districts as close allies.
The second was the SM District. This District covered the northern side of the country. It just also happened to be the richest amongst the three Districts since the Capital fell within their territory. The leader was Leeteuk, a successful businessman turned into an even more successful gang leader. He knew where the game would lead the country from a young age, and he’d been preparing ever since for the inevitable.
The last District was the scariest. YG District was made up of the southern side of the country and what little bit of the coastal region JYP didn’t control. The crime rates were so high, the police had completely given up and worked for the District’s leading gang and the leader. The leader--the leader was so many things, finding one word to describe him was impossible. G-Dragon had done so many unthinkable things, had seen the unimaginable, and he had laughed at it all.
Now while Queenie had aligned herself and JYP with SM and YG, the two didn’t like each other. In fact, if it hadn’t been for her, there certainly would have been a civil war unlike any before. That’s where the story started, at the end of a feud that started before either of them reached double digits.
Queenie sat in one of the clubs in her District. For the best outcome, everyone needed to meet on neutral territory. That meant her territory, which she didn’t mind at all. Her turf, her rules. She smirked, eyes scanning the club, skimming every face she recognized and every face she didn’t. She watched as A, one of her informants, flirted with some random guy at the bar. He wasn’t bad looking, but Queenie knew A was simply biding her time.
“Are you sure they’re going to show?” JB, Queenie’s second in command, sat perched at the edge of his seat. He was staring directly at her, his eyebrows halfway up his forehead. His drink sat on the table in front of him, barely touched as the ice slowly watered it down. She smirked, reaching to grab her own glass off the table.
“Have patience. They’ll show up.”
As if on cue, Mandu, JB’s personal bodyguard, escorted four men in. Mandu had dark brown hair parted away from his face. His muscles bulged against his tight shirt, giving everyone a clear image of his strong physique that detoured most people, as long as he kept his mouth closed. Once he opened his mouth, any intimidation the other party felt disappeared. Even with his deep, intimidating voice, Mandu was simply too sweet and kind for his own good.
Leeteuk sat in the chair opposite of Queenie. His pink hair fell into his eyes, making him squint and occasionally toss his head. His suit jacket was undone, revealing the tight, black dress shirt that hugged his toned chest. It was a well known fact that he had quite the fascination with her. Whether it be because of her stunning beauty or the power she held was of little consequence.
Next to him was Suho, his second in command. Suho was to keep himself more put together than Leeteuk did when she was around. His black hair was combed away from his face, and his suit was well-put together, albeit more casual than what he usually wore. They were supposed to be more casual, relaxed, with each other. Hence them meeting in some bourgeois club. And that was strictly on Queenie’s request.
Behind them were their bodyguard, arms crossed over their chests as they eyed Queenie and her subordinates half-heartedly. They never saw her as a real threat. Whether it was because of their alliance or because they truly believed she wasn’t a threat to anyone was unknown to her. But she knew she could handle herself, and should the time ever come, she would show them just how well.
“Gentlemen. Welcome. I hope the journey wasn’t too hard,” she greeted.
“Seeing you again is worth every second,” Leeteuk said, shooting her a wink. Queenie peered over her glass, sparing a glance to Suho who was staring at Leeteuk with a slight scrunched face. He rolled his eyes, taking a prolonged sip from his cup. “I only wish it was under better circumstances.” She carefully set down her cup.
“I think these are the best circumstances. You’re finally putting that silly little feud behind you,” she said. She leant forward, placing a delicate hand just above his knee, giving it a light squeeze. “You know how much I dislike conflict.” He watched her hand with a dark gaze, his leg tensing under her touch. Suho and JB shared an unimpressed look before they both took a sip of their drinks. Queenie pulled back, crossing her legs as she observed Leeteuk.
Leeteuk observed her too, taking in her now short hair, the subtle makeup around her smoldering eyes and luscious lips. His eyes trailed down her body, admiring how the dress hugged her curves and even gave him a glimpse of what the thin fabric was covering. She was temptation. He knew that, she knew that, he knew she knew that, and he was more than aware she used that knowledge to her advantage, yet he let her pull him in. What they knew was of little consequence to them.
“I see they’re just letting anybody in here now.” Queenie and Leeteuk looked away from each other to the three people that had entered the room. DaH, Queenie’s personal bodyguard, had brought in two more people for their little celebratory party. Her long blonde hair fell down her back as she shot a harsh glare to the pair she’d brought in. DaH wasn’t built like Mandu, she was small and petite, but she made up for her lack of bulging muscles with speed and agility. And unlike Mandu, when she spoke, her words were laced with venom.
G-Dragon gave DaH a cheeky wink, to which she replied by narrowing her gaze more. She shot Queenie an unimpressed look before moving to stand behind her. G-Dragon oozed confidence. His hair was a disheveled mess, dark marks covered his neck and most of his chest from what could be seen of his unbuttoned shirt. She gave Queenie a sly smirk as she stood to greet him, a smirk of her own on her face.
“Well we let you in here don’t we?” she teased. G-Dragon chuckled, leaning forward to place a kiss on her cheek. He shot Leeteuk a wink as he did so, enjoying seeing him get worked up from a small action. Suho leaned over to whisper to Leeteuk, calming him down somewhat.
CL, G-Dragon’s second in command, sat next to Suho. She had at least followed Queenie’s request. Her curled, blonde hair fell over one shoulder, exposing her back and drawing attention to cleavage. She kept her eyes focused between Queenie, Leeteuk, and G-Dragon. She flicked her wrist, glancing down at her watch.
Suho, despite his best efforts to keep a bored air around him, watched CL carefully. He took in her poised posture and the unreadable mask that hid her emotions too well. He took in how her dress exposed her back, letting his eyes trail down the length of her spine. He felt his blood heat up the longer he stared at her back.
“I’m so glad we could have this little sit down,” Queenie said. She watched both men carefully, observing their subtle glances at one another. “I think it’s about time you two put this silly feud to rest.” Both men tensed at the statement, avoiding each other’s eyes. “JB, if you will.” JB cleared his throat, regarding each man and their associates.
“Queenie and I agree that the best way to show peace is to build trust. We’ve talked with each of you separately and from that we’ve come up with a plan. G-Dragon is being gracious enough to send someone to stay in the SM District for one year with absolutely no contact.”
“How exactly does that establish trust?” Suho inquired, leaning forward so his arms rested on his knees. “If anything, that causes more trust issues. One year to gather information to be used against us? I’m failing to see how that works in our favor.”
“Well firstly, the agreement is that our person lives with you for a year without any harm,” CL said, turning to look at Suho. “Meaning if you want to keep them locked in a dungeon, as long as they’re fed and clean, you can do so. Second, we’re not sending just anyone. He’s sending in his only living relative to live with someone he hasn’t gotten along with in years. If anything, that’s the most trust I’ve seen him give anyone.” Suho and Leeteuk both stared at her in shock.
“I wasn’t aware you had any family,” Leeteuk said.
“It’s not something I like to advertise. People like to use them against you. I’m sure you more than anyone can understand that,” he replied. “Now I’m sending them to show my complete trust. If and when they return, as long as they’re in good health and have been treated with respect and dignity they deserve, then I will let bygones be bygones.”
Leeteuk regarded G-Dragon carefully. Something wasn’t sitting right in the pit of his stomach. This seemed too easy. After years of them being at each other’s throats, G-Dragon was going to gift wrap his own blood to him? Leeteuk narrowed his eyes slightly, his fist tightening around his glass.
“I wouldn’t read too much into such a generous offer,” Queenie said. She leant forward, facing Leeteuk directly. “He’s giving you unsupervised access to the closest person to him, and all you have to do is keep them healthy and safe. If anything, I think you’re getting the better side of this deal.” She placed her hand on his knee again, tilting her head slightly and staring up at him with her big, round eyes.
“Unsupervised?” Suho said.
“Yes. One whole year of unsupervised access to them. YG will have absolutely no access to them while they stay with you,” JB said, shooting Queenie a pointed look.
“Don’t mistake me for a blissfully blind fool, Leeteuk,” G-Dragon said, pulling Leeteuk’s attention away from Queenie. “I don’t expect you to trust me or my family. So as a sign of good faith, they’re going in unaccompanied. Even their own personal bodyguard won’t be with them. That’s how you’re going to show me your trust. Return them to me unharmed and in good health, treat them like family, or at least better than the men you’ve so graciously returned to me before, and I won’t murder everyone in your district.” Leeteuk clenched his jaw. Suho leant over, lowering his voice.
“Wait. We can use this to our advantage. How much information do you think our people could get out of him? Who would know his deep secrets better than his own blood?” Leeteuk weighed Suho’s words carefully, slowly relaxing into his seat.
“So you want me to keep them for one year, three-hundred and sixty-five days, and then return them safely?” Leeteuk clarified. G-Dragon nodded, moving to lean back into his seat. Leeteuk drummed his fingers on the armrest, staring at G-Dragon thoughtfully. Something still didn’t feel right, but Suho had a point. His second in command gave him a subtle nod. Leeteuk smiled smugly, tossing his hands up slightly. “I have to agree with you Queenie, I’m definitely getting the better deal.”
G-Dragon smirked, outstretching his hand. Leeteuk grabbed it, giving him a firm handshake. Queenie clapped her hands together, a genuine smile on her face. JB let out a shaky breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. Suho and CL shared a knowing look before turning back to the two leaders.
“I’m so happy everything’s worked out,” Queenie said, moving to stand up. “Now, I believe you gentlemen and lady have earned a night of relaxation. My club is all yours to enjoy.” She turned to G-Dragon, a smirk on her face. “I believe A is waiting for you downstairs.” G-Dragon returned her smirk, running a hand through his hair. Leeteuk held his hand up to the two District leaders.
“As much as I would love to, I should get back.” He and Suho, along with their bodyguards, headed towards the door. He paused briefly, turning to look back. “Just one quick question,” he said. “Who exactly is this relative of yours?” G-Dragon smiled, a genuine, scarily normal smile.
okay final update after not sleeping for 36 hours i finally finished the first part of the sanayeon angst... it’s a sanayeon clannad au so be warned it hurts... i cried three time while writing this becuase of how sad it is. also this is easily the longest chapter i’ve ever written oops but it’s definitely also the chapter i’m the most proud of by far. any way please comment/send asks about this if you can because my god it took so long thank you 🥺🥺
