Summary: Another mysterious stranger visits Wonho and Y/N, bringing interesting news.
A/N: So…it has taken this long. Unintentionally of course, but life has its ups and downs and it takes the upmost concentration to write these (which I haven’t had). I deeply apologize for the extra extra long wait, however, I do hope this filler chapter will set up for some excitement in future chapters. Enjoy :)
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Wonho lets out a long exhale. “I’m still trying to understand why my instincts led me here. This can’t be a coincidence, Y/N.”
In my heart I knew Wonho was speaking the truth because I felt the same way. “I understand how you feel. I feel it too.”
We lock gazes then and my body temperature spikes drastically along with the rapid beating of my heart. It was as if I were in a trance until Wonho shifts slightly towards me and brings me back to reality.
I stand up in a panic. “So,” I drag out the word while trying to gain control over my heavy breathing. “What should we do now?”
Wonho remains seated, looking nonchalant as ever, seemingly unaffected by what had overly affected me. “We make a plan. The ultimate goal is to figure out what the hell is going on here. Something isn’t right. I just know it and I will do whatever it takes to figure it out. To add to that, we must find where my magic is hidden and find out what or who exactly you are.”
I let out a long exhale. “That’s...a lot.”
Wonho nodded his head in agreement. “It really is. I’m more frustrated than anything, Y/N.” He shakes his head. “I have bits and pieces of memories I’m trying to piece together but it hardly makes sense. I’m trying to make sense of it all.”
“What do you mean?” I inquire.
“I mean,” He pulls out his dagger from before. “This dagger. I said that my mother gave it to me and I believe that’s true. I have a memory of a woman giving me this dagger while gasping her last breaths of life but…” The look in Wonho’s eyes held pain. “What if she is not really my mother?”
I decide to sit back down, thinking it’s best to comfort Wonho as well as I can although it’s not something I’ve ever been decent at. “What do you feel, Wonho?”
He turns his head to look at me, eyes glossy. “Huh?”
“What do you feel? In your heart? What does your gut tell you?” I gaze into his deep amber eyes.
“I feel...I feel like it’s her. It has to be.” He says with a sort of determination; his tense jaw going slack again.
I give a small reassuring smile. “Then I think you’re right. It was your mother.”
He looks me in the eye then and gives me a grateful smile.
That’s when another knock at the door startles us out of our moment and my heart starts to once again beat erratically.
I side eye Wonho. “You didn’t hear anyone coming?”
His face was a mixture between shocked and confused and if we weren’t under current circumstances, I may have laughed at it. In response to my question, he just quickly shakes his head in disbelief.
I go to get up and check who’s at the door until Wonho’s arm stops me, the warmth of it spreading across my chest.
“I’ll answer.” He says. “You stay here, okay? If anything happens, you escape and run.”
No. Absolutely not okay. I can’t just run away when I agreed to help Wonho in the first place. I understood the severity of the situation and the dangers that come with it. We both agreed. He can’t go back on it now.
“Uh yeah, not happening.” I remove Wonho’s white cloaked arm from me and give him a stern stare in the eye that conveys how serious I am. “Did you forget you’re quite literally on the run and being hunted after?”
“Well…”
“Here’s what we’ll do,” I say, cutting him off. “I will answer the door, you can stand behind the door in case anything bad happens. We have no clue who it is.”
I go into a stare off with Wonho for several seconds until he gives in. “Shit, fine. But if anything goes awry, I won’t hesitate to do something about it.”
I smirk in triumph when the knock comes again.
I get up and make my way to the door, knowing that Wonho is right on my heels behind me.
Once I get to the door, it’s like repeating history. I’m once again taking a deep breath before slowly cracking open the door to reveal...a smiling man.
The man across the threshold wore a deep red tunic under a large obsidian hued cloak. His silver head of hair peeking out from the hood.
I stood there confused for several heartbeats until he finally spoke.
“Well,” His voice of a higher tone filled the space between us. “Aren’t you going to let me in?”
My eyebrows furrowed instantly. “I don’t even know you.”
Somehow, his smile grew even wider. “Don’t worry, you will.” Before I could stop the man, he steps around me and makes his way into my home.
He doesn’t make it far before Wonho is moving from behind the door and putting the mystery man in a chokehold, cutting off his air flow.
Somehow he remains calm and keeps a lip upturned while speaking in a slightly strained voice.
“Who are you?” Wonho speaks up, with a tone more deadly than I’ve heard yet.
“I’m here to help.” The man gasps. “My title is The Silvered Savior. I’m sure you’ve heard of me since I’m quite well known-“
Within a millisecond, Wonho tosses The Silvered Savior’s body around, slamming him into the wall, keeping a forearm against his neck.
“You lie.” He seethes. “That man is a myth. A legend.”
The silvered man laughs. “Why, thank you. That’s very kind of you to call me a legend, but I’m gonna need you to get off me now.”
In the blink of an eye, Wonho is forcibly removed, flying through the air and landing on the other side of the room on his back with a loud thump.
I ran after him instantly. “Wonho!” I reach his side, kneeling down. “Are you alright?”
He grunts but gets up with ease. “I’m fine.” But the harsh creases in his face show how angry he is.
I turn back to The Silvered One. “What the hell do you want?”
He takes a step forward, with even more grace than Wonho. “I said I was here to help.”
I turned to Wonho, confused. “You know him?”
Wonho shakes his head, clearly still upset he was in mid-air less than a minute ago. “I don’t know The Silvered Savior, but everybody in the damned realm knows of him. Myth says he was the most powerful faerie to ever exist, being able to do incomprehensible and very fearful things. But I’ve heard he is respected. The last story told is hundreds of years old.”
I look back at The Silvered One who has a wide grin on his face. “That’s the basic gist of it, yeah.” He starts to walk to the living area then, with a fluidity and furtiveness that would take hundreds of years to master. He turns at the coffee table and sits on it. My frown deepens.
“However, there’s one part of the story you don’t know.” He looks past me at Wonho “Or I suppose in this special circumstance: remember.”
Our brows raises in question.
“You, my friend—” He points over my shoulder. “—do know me. Does the name Minhyuk ring a bell?”
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hello, sorry for the late reply! i do plan on continuing the series, life has been crazy lately so i haven’t gotten around to write more, so i apologize for the waiting but it will be continued ❤️
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Summary: Unwelcomed guests visit Y/N’s home wanting to know of Wonho’s whereabouts and in the midst, Y/N discovers more about Wonho and how her entire life was not what she thought it was.
A/N: This took much longer than expected to write, I kept making changes and altering small details. The entirety of this story may end up being a somewhat long one, but I hope it’s enjoyable to read nonetheless. Thank you to everyone who reads and please enjoy! ♡
PART 1 | 2 | 3
“They? But who are they, Wonho?!” The panic bubbled like lava in my gut. I stepped away, no doubt fear plastered my face.
“The king’s personal assassins, most likely.” Wonho exhaled. “They hunt for the king, whether for good or bad reason, it doesn’t matter.” Wonho spat ‘the king’ out with disgust in his tone.
“It is not all pixie dust and rainbows like they portray in the human realm.” A slight shudder pulsed through his body. “Here’s your first lesson about the faeries: never trust one.”
I raised a brow. “I’m trusting you though.”
One side of Wonho’s lips raised. “That’s where you got lucky, I’m one of the good ones.” A proud smile filled his features.
“Hm...” I give him a once-over. “We’ll see about that.”
Then began Wonho’s rapid search around the cottage for someplace to fit his large build into. He left the area to check my bedroom and bathroom and returned only a short thirty seconds later, shoulders slumped in defeat.
“This is no use. The best I could do is hide under your bed and hope the way my feet stick out goes unnoticed.” He paused. “However, I still have this.” He then reaches behind his back, under the milky cloak and takes out a dagger. It was long and had swirled engravings on the grip, and a white almost translucent-like stone on the pommel.
“That’s...very pretty.” It really was. I’ve never owned or touched, or really even seen a dagger in real life but it was beautiful. The white stone even had a slight glow to it.
Wonho gave a small smile. “I think it was my mother’s.”
I was about to pry about why he only said “I think” until he suddenly cocks his head to the side, ears twitching again. “Shit, they’re not far. Okay, I’ll go hide in your bedroom. Or, more like stand by the door with my dagger ready.” He turned to run back through the small space and shut the door to my room with haste.
I paced the living area for what felt like hours until a mild knock sounded at the door. I jumped out of my skin for the second time in a day from the startle. I’m starting to see now that extreme stealth is a part of what comes with the faerie genes.
Walking the few steps to the front door, I willed the chattering of my teeth from nerves to cease.
I took my time unlocking the door to mentally prepare for what was to come. When I opened it, I found three tall men standing beyond the threshold.
They were all unbelievably handsome and wore all black, in complete contrast with Wonho’s white attire. They had hair so midnight blue, it almost looked black if not for the reflection of light from the sun. They even shared the same sea blue eyes, except for the one in the middle who wore a moonstone pendant around his neck, the circular edges golden. His right eye was silver, like melted metal.
I was the first to speak. “Can I help you?” The quivering threatened to start again and I swallowed the growing lump in my throat.
The man in the middle spoke. “Much apologies for the inconvenience this must bring you,” His voice was baritone and more pleasant than I would have expected although there was a glint of mal-intent in his eyes. “But we have come to inquire about your knowledge of this male’s whereabouts.” He then gestures to the faerie on his left who was taller with hair cropped short. The one with the pendant had longer hair that reached past his ears and blew gently with the now calmed wind.
The short haired faerie brought one arm out from behind his back and held out his hand palm up. An iridescent blue swirled and glittered above it.
It took just seconds for a shape to form and I used all of my will power not to gawk. If someone were to have told me last night that this would happen the next day; that I would meet faeries and see magic, I would have laughed in their face at the absurdity of the thought.
The shape then took its full form. Not surprisingly, it was Wonho. His handsome face stared back at me in the swirls of blue magic but his eyes held a hollowness to them that made me frown.
I pretend to study Wonho’s face with contemplativeness, conjuring up that one year of drama class I took in high school and all that I learned.
At last I replied. “No, sorry. I have never seen him before.” Out of curiosity I asked, “May I ask what he has done?” I was almost scared for the answer.
He answered with a steady tone and no hesitation. “He was caught in unauthorized areas of the castle without your highnesses consent and murdered a handful of the royal guards in the process.” That one blue and one silver eye gazed into my own. Burned into my own. I gulped. “He is very dangerous, and because of that, it is imperative we find out every bit of information we can on his whereabouts. You do understand, don’t you?” He raised a brow, expectant of an answer in return.
Wonho’s voice then echoed in the back of my head, Here’s your first lesson about the faeries: never trust one. So I gazed back into those eyes with just as much intensity and replied, “Of course, I understand. Although I have not seen him before, is there anything else I can do to help?” I ask out of politeness.
“May we come in? It is protocol to check the homes of all faeries. My apologies again.” There was a glimmer of something else in his eye so subtle it was barely noticeable but I focused more on maintaining calm at indirectly being called a faerie. That, and the impending doom if I let these faeries enter my home.
But if I do not, it will be suspicious. So I swallow hard and force a smile. “Of course,” I repeat, “Please come in.” I move aside to let the three through, nervous sweat already beginning to gather at the nape of my neck.
The three walk in with grace, the two who have not spoken remain by the door like statues while the other scans the area casually, taking in the decor. Each step around the room taken with ease, his footsteps not making a sound against the hardwood. He does not speak while he walks the entire perimeter, but once he strides towards the bedroom and bathroom, my panic spikes.
First, he opens the bathroom door and peeks inside. There’s no need to walk in since the space is so small already. He shuts the bathroom door and turns towards my bedroom. As he reaches for the knob, I clench my fists and wish for Wonho to somehow disappear so to not be discovered. He turns the knob and walks in the room. I watch from where I am standing in the middle of the living area as he disappears behind the door on the other side. I wait for chaos to ensue but it never comes. Instead, a moment later he comes back out, face blank.
He stalks the distance between us and stops in front of me, nearly the same distance away as Wonho did earlier. The only difference being that this isn’t as enjoyable.
“You have a lovely home…” He trails off giving me a look that meant he was expecting me to give him my name.
So I give him my mother’s name. “Y/M/N.”
He gives me a light smile. “A lovely name to match a lovely home.” He raises his right hand and caresses my cheek lightly with the back of his chilled fingers. My breath hitches ever so slightly but it doesn't go unnoticed by the faerie before me. However, it does get taken the wrong way judging by the tiny smirk that shines on the man’s face. I inwardly cringe.
He drops his hand back down to his side but doesn’t make any move to distance himself. “My name is Tenebrin.”
I go to take a step back for much needed space when Tenebrin’s pendant abruptly begins to glow, the color a bright, pure white.
He finally backs away then and I exhale with relief. “We must go but I’m certain this will not be our last meeting.” Briskly turning with grace, he heads for the crimson door. The one who did the magic before opens it, letting in the biting wind.
He turns before walking out and speaks one last time, head bowing a fraction. “Until we meet again, Y/M/N.” With that he walks out, the other two following in suit.
The door clicks shut and I let out a large exhale, my suppressed nerves rising to the surface. My knees wobble and my hands shake. I stand there for who knows how long going over the event that just happened before I realize Wonho still hasn’t come out.
Walking with unsteady legs, I go to my bedroom and open the door only to find it completely empty. Panic shoots through my veins and I manically check every crevice of my room as if he could somehow shrink and hide in one of them. Wishing for Wonho to return, I look out my small bedroom window hoping to see something, only to end up disappointed at the familiar snow covered trees.
With defeat, I trudge back out of the room and stop in my tracks when I see him. Wonho. Wonho, sitting on the couch with a handful of berries. My eyes widen.
“What the hell-”
Wonho looks up then and smiles with his white teeth showing. “Y/N!” He stands up and puts out his berry-filled hand. “Want some?”
I ignore his question. “Where the hell did you go?!”
Wonho shrugs. “Well, one moment I was in your bedroom praying to the faerie gods a miracle happens and I’m not caught. Then a few minutes later, a miracle happens and I don’t get caught. I was poofed out of your bedroom and back into the forest somewhere surrounded by a gathering of berry bushes.” Wonho made a large motion with his arms to depict the size. “I ate a lot of them while I waited—out of nerves mostly. I didn’t know what happened and had a mini panic attack, wondering if you’d be okay. But I had a feeling deep in my gut everything would turn out, so I waited. And while I waited, I picked some berries for you. Then I was poofed back here.”
He shrugs again. “Anyway, do you want some?” He holds his hand back out and I examine his face further and notice his lips are in fact stained a dark red now.
Lightly rolling my eyes, I hold my hand back out to receive the berries. Beaming, Wonho drops them into my palm.
“How do you think it happened?” I look down at the berries now in my palm and hesitantly grab one, putting it in my mouth...and it tastes better than any other berry I’ve ever eaten. Sweet and addictive. I pop another in my mouth immediately.
“The only reasonable explanation would be because of you.”
I nearly choke on a berry. “Because of me?! Do I have to remind you that I am human? Why couldn’t it be you? Or the faerie gods?”
“Yeah, about you being human, I don’t quite think you are human anymore.” Wonho goes to sit back down and I follow, feeling faint. “Plus, the faerie gods have been dormant for centuries, I highly doubt they would actually answer to a matter like this.” Wonho looks towards me then, sure of his thoughts. “The only explanation is you because you do not smell human, you live in the faerie realm because of your grandmother—who by the way, I think put a glamour or charm on this cottage—and those berries you touched and ate didn’t kill you.”
I snap my head towards Wonho and yell, “THE BERRIES COULD HAVE KILLED ME?” Rage builds in my chest.
Worry momentarily crosses Wonho’s features. “Well, yes. Even just touching the berries causes an instantaneous effect on humans, creating severe burns. Eating them though, a painful death.” I gape in horror at the new fact but he continues. “I contemplated it and I just knew you weren’t human. There was no way. The berries were the only way to be sure. Please forgive me.” Wonho grabs my hand off the sofa and holds it tightly, giving me what would be the faerie equivalent of puppy dog eyes.
I keep a glare steady on Wonho but don’t move to pull my hand away from his grip. “You’re lucky they tasted so damn good.”
At that, Wonho smiles.
“Don’t take that as me forgiving you either, I’m still mad.”
Wonho’s smile doesn’t falter. “That’s okay, I still want to repay you for your kindness to me so maybe that will make up for it.”
I roll my eyes again at the faerie beside me and think about how at ease I feel in Wonho’s presence. How I was so quick to trust him. How I trust him still although he could have just killed me.
“It better be good then, whatever it turns out to be. Better than the berries.”
“Oh, I assure you it will be much better.”
A comfortable silence fills the room until I decide to ask an important question.
“So, what will you do now?” I turn my head back in Wonho’s direction and his head is set back on the sofa, eyes closed. I take the moment to marvel again at his beauty.
“Find a way to get my magic back.” He says simply.
“It was stolen?”
“I’m almost positive it was. Just like I’m positive my memory was erased, only coming back in fragments. I can’t help but feel a void in my soul as if it’s missing. My heart knows it.” Wonho said with sureness and confidence.
I contemplate briefly. “Speaking of, it’s time for you to tell me why all of this is happening in the first place. All of it.”
That’s when Wonho opens his eyes once again, sitting up straight, the atmosphere turning somber. “Honestly, I wish I knew more but I will explain what I can.”
He clears his throat. “Everything that has happened to me before a couple months ago is blank. Almost everything, anyway. I can remember bits and pieces but they come to me just like that: in bits and pieces. A couple months ago I awoke in a chamber within a castle I don’t remember in a kingdom I don’t remember. Apparently, I was a member of the royal guard. So I went with the motions, did what I was told.”
I stayed silent, intently listening to every word. “But one night two months ago, I had a dream. Of fire and destruction, of a woman crying and shouting my name over and over, begging me to run, thrusting that dagger into my hand.” Wonho’s eyes brim with tears and this time I grab his hand on the sofa, squeezing lightly. “Almost every night I had that reoccurring dream. So, I began digging, searching the castle after my shifts trying to discover anything I could.”
“One of the men that was here earlier said that you murdered guards,” I took a glance at Wonho but he didn’t seem surprised that I asked. “Is that true?”
“It sounds terrible—but yes it’s true.” Wonho huffed out a sharp breath. “I was just trying to dig for more information, find out anything I could and ended up discovering an old secret passageway to the castle’s underground system with endless hallways and locked chambers. There was one chamber though, different from the others that reeked with intense power. So strong it was almost overwhelming. I went to it and the closer I got, the more intense that power grew. That’s when I was found, cornered by three faeries. The only thing I could do was fight, so I killed them all to survive.” Wonho spoke with sorrow, as if not proud of having to do what he did. “I was able to do so before they alerted anyone else so I fled, albeit injured and bleeding out and escaped from a secret passageway that led to the forest.”
I stole another look at Wonho and even if I hadn’t, the grief rolled off him in waves and into me like a tsunami.
“On the bright side,” He says, trying to make light of the tension. “I still have the ability to heal quickly.”
I try to give some words of reassurance but am cut off before being able to get out even one word.
“I felt a tug in this direction, like a calling. Like a whisper of my name in the wind. It took me three days travel to get here and when I saw this cottage from a distance amongst the trees and snow, the calling became louder, as if beckoning me to come here.” Wonho looked at me with those deep, dark chocolate eyes and I felt my heart quicken, beating rapidly against my chest.
I don’t know if Wonho could hear the beating, but by the sudden silence and heavy breathing, I think he could.
I had so many questions about my own life. About Wonho’s. If everything he said is true, and if I am not human, then everything I’ve ever known and my entire life until today has been a lie, and I’m determined to discover my truth and assist Wonho in the process of finding his own.
“Take me with you.” I say, filling the silence.
Wonho’s eyes widen comically, eyebrows rising impossibly high on his forehead. “What?”
“Take me with you, wherever you go. I want to help.” I say with so much confidence, that I even startle myself with my newfound courage.
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The Force of Destiny | 2 | 3
Y/N moves into the secluded forest to escape her chaotic and unstable home life. Everything was going smoothly until an unexpected guest named Wonho enters her life, turning everything sideways yet again; but this time she likes the thrill, the adventure. However, Wonho has secrets and Y/N makes it her mission to figure them out.
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Wonho loves the way Y/N looks in his clothes, so he let’s them take everything even if he is slowly running out of sweatshirts.
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The Force of Destiny sounds super interesting, I really like how it's written so far. And fairy Wonho? yes please! If you're continuing this story and tagging, I would love to be on the list.
Thank you so much, I was hoping it would be interesting! Faerie Wonho is something I’ve been thinking about for a long time since he even looks like a literal faerie so I thought I might as well write something based around it!
Also, I do plan on continuing this story since I’ve heard great feedback so far and as long as everyone enjoys, I will continue to write! Aaand, if enough people are interested on being on a taglist, then I’ll definitely consider making one ^^
However, I do plan on updating within the next couple days which I’m very excited about! ☺️
Summary: Y/N moves into the secluded forest to escape her chaotic and unstable home life. Everything was going smoothly until an unexpected guest named Wonho enters her life, turning everything sideways yet again; but this time she likes the thrill, the adventure. However, Wonho has secrets and Y/N makes it her mission to figure them out.
A/N: This is a new series I’m working on! If you are interested in the continuation, please let me know! Fantasy is one of my favorite genres so I hope you all enjoy. In this version, Y/N is female, but if you would also like a male version, please let me know and I can make it happen. Thank you and enjoy reading! ^^
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The winters were always brutal. Howling winds and raging snowflakes shedding no mercy upon those who dare to expose themselves to the raging storm outside. No mercy at all. However, this winter was somehow worse than others. Those winds were now so angry, my tiny and humble looking cottage trembled with the force. This blizzard would indeed be a long and dreary one.
Looking out the rounded window above the kitchen sink, the thick forest surrounded my home. Evergreen trees danced in the wind, blankets of snow coating each one, weighing down every branch. This life may seem sad to many. A life of solitude. Seclusion. But that’s how I liked it. The reason why I made the decision in the first place to move into what is basically considered the middle of nowhere just barely two months ago.
Walking the small distance from my kitchen to the cozy living room with a fresh cup of coffee in hand, I sat down with little to no ease onto the cushioned rocking chair, curling my feet under my legs and picking up one of the many unread books I brought from home. Or old home, I suppose is the correct term to be considered now.
I set down my coffee on the wooden side table after a small sip, the still scorching heat of the liquid prominent but the slight pinch of a burn welcomed anyway. Opening the thick novel to the bookmarked page-
BANG BANG BANG
I lurched instantaneously from where I sat, heart leaping out of my chest. The novel flew from my hands to the wooden floor below with a pathetic thud, my bookmark and my soul with it. Irritation and slight fear began humming through my veins.
For the two months of my seclusion, I had never come across another human being anywhere near my home. Only in those trips once every couple weeks into the town far south did I ever see another being.
For the two months of my seclusion, I had never come across another human being anywhere near my home. Only in those trips once every couple weeks into the town far south did I ever see another being.
Hesitantly rising from the rocking chair, I rush to the tiled kitchen once again and grab a steel knife from where it was sheathed within the knife holder. As hastily as one can possibly be with a robust knife, I rush to the crimson painted front door just in time to hear the unknown man speak again. Only more hushed this time.
“Please.” He spoke with pure desperation. Complete fear. “I’m sorry to intrude. This is urgent, a life or death situation.” A heartbeat of a pause. “I- I just...please. I don’t know-“
“You are aware of how suspicious this is, aren’t you? You’re a stranger. Not to mention you came to my home in the middle of a damned blizzard.” My words were as cold as the storm beyond the door where the anonymous man stood. “For all I know you could be some psycho killer trying to lure me to my death! Not to mention this location would be ideal for a serial killer.”
There was another heartbeat of silence. “I know this comes off as odd and I would probably react the same way as you, so I don’t blame you for it.” His words trembled. My stupid heart had the nerve to clench at the pain hidden in the man’s words. “However, I can explain.”
“Then explain.” I demanded through the still shut door.
“I would gladly. If you could let me in first.” His voice quivered. “Or maybe I can explain now and turn into an icicle in the process.” The man has some sense of humor, it seems.
“If you’re trying to persuade me into letting you in, you sure are doing a terrible job at it.” I held firm, although I could already feel the rising guilt in my gut. My heart almost wanted to open the door for the poor man, but my head was screaming with red flags. That this is a bad idea. Yet my heart somehow knew the man spoke true. Damn you, my compassionate heart.
Another quiet, “Please.”
I closed my eyes, taking in a deep breath before unlocking the top chain lock on my door. Opening it, the biting freeze of the outside washed over my face. I had to hold back a violent shiver.
The door was ajar just enough to reveal the desperate, and wildly handsome man beyond. He wore a white cloak, the hood over his head and its color nearly blending with the piling snow behind. His white cloak—the bottom now soaked from snow—in complete contrast with his jet black hair and dark almond eyes. His plump lips a deep pink and parted slightly.
His downcast eyes slowly looked up at mine and if it were any other circumstance, I may have been affected by his otherworldly attractiveness. Flushed, even. Perhaps I already was.
His beautiful eyes were indeed filled with urgency. As well as sadness. A hint of anger.
This was stupid. So completely stupid. Idiotic, even.
We stood there staring at each other in silence for too long before I finally spoke. “If I let you in, you have a debt to pay.” I willed my eyes to remain stoic.
Hope filled the man’s features and he let go of a breath I don’t think he even knew he was holding. “Of course. Anything. I will do anything.”
I shut the door in the man’s face to unlock the final two locks: the deadbolt and the knob lock. I opened the door once again while also continuing to grip the steel knife firm in my right hand.
The man rushed in without a second thought, trudging snow onto the doormat and slamming the crimson door shut behind him. Even taking the time to turn each lock on his own. Once done, he turned to lean up against the door. Head back and eyes closed, breathing suddenly heavy.
A minute passed but that minute felt like an eternity.
The unknown man was still panting with relief just a few paces in front of me. Head remained tilted back, exposing the length of his flawless neck.
I had the audacity to feel out of place and foolish still holding the knife in my hand. “Uh...” I let out quietly, unsure of what to do.
That seemed to snap the man out of his trance. His eyes met mine once again, head still tilted back against the door and my cheeks heated slightly. “Thank you...so much.” He breathed. True gratitude shone within those eyes of his.
I didn’t know what to say. The fact I let in a stranger in the first place is a miracle. Regardless, I didn’t acknowledge his thanks. “Do you mind telling me what the hell is going on?”
The man’s eyes turned solemn before he examined me, then suddenly turned curious. He looked to the right of my face then to the left. Those almond eyes widened slightly. “You are human.”
Confusion rippled through me, and irritation at the fact my question had gone ignored. “What...what is that supposed to mean? Of course I’m human. What else would I be, an alien?”
“Shit.” The man breathed, his breath turning ragged once again. “Why do you live in these woods?” He then looked around, as if looking for something.
“Shouldn’t I be the one asking the questions? After all, you are in my home.” I gestured with both arms to the area around us then crossed my arms, although proving to be just slightly awkward with the knife in hand.
The man, contemplating, gave in with little to no effort. He must have known it was the wise choice anyway. “Fine, ask away. Although you may be startled by my answers...” He paused. “You should sit.”
I raised an eyebrow at that statement. “Startled in a bad way? Enough to make me want to stab you?” I inquired.
His eyes widened slightly, glancing briefly towards the knife I held. “I should hope not. You wouldn’t want to stain the upholstery with my blood.” He then moved further into the home—with an ease in his shoulders that was in contrast with my stiffness—towards the hearth on the opposite side of the room of the chair I was sat in before. He rubbed his hands together and lowered them towards the warmth of flames, keeping the hood of his white cloak still raised atop his head. For a moment the only sound was the howling wind outside and the crackling of the fire.
Thinking of a question, I decided to start small. Simple. “What is your name?”
He answered easily without hesitation. “Wonho. My name is Wonho.” Wonho. His name somehow fit his face, his features. His muscular build was noticeable even through the thick cloak. Accentuated by his wide shoulders.
“Why did you come running to my front door in the middle of a blizzard, Wonho?” The big question. I’m still baffled with my own acceptance of letting this happen. Yet I almost felt compelled to.
There was now slight hesitation, as if Wonho was picking his words carefully. Figuring out what information to share. “I was being chased.”
My heartbeat quickened at his revealing answer. “Chased? Why were you being chased?” I demanded, eyes narrowing with more aggression in my tone.
“Because I escaped.” He answered with less confidence than the first question. He turned from the hearth to look at me and saw my disapproval at his unsatisfactory answer. As if he understood I was waiting for him to continue, he exhaled a large huff of defeat, and continued. “I was a prisoner, or I damn nearly became one, anyway.”
He seemed to detect the rising fear in my eyes at his confession. “I promise you, although I may have been the prisoner, I am not the enemy.” His plump lips pursed and his face turned once again contemplative. “Do you believe in faeries?” His gaze remained on my face, studying each sliver of reaction I let slip.
Did I believe in faeries? Like the tales you hear in bedtime stories? What kind of question is this? “Why would I believe in that? ...Are you insane?”
Wonho slowly stalked towards me with nonchalance, which had my hand gripping with a vice-like force onto the knife's hilt. Wonho remained unfazed by my tension and stopped an arm’s length away from me. “Because they are real, human. Although to answer your second question, I may be that too.” The corner of his mouth raised.
“Why do you keep calling me human?” My eyes widened. “Oh god, I let an actual psychopath into my home-“ I step back to move further away from Wonho before he suddenly pulls down the hood of his milky white cloak. At first, it was an ordinary gesture until my eyes focused on what stood out most: his ears. Not ordinary ears. Not human ears. But pointed ears. Ears you hear of and see in fairytales. Exactly that, faerie ears. I might have looked like a gaping fish. A gaping fish fresh out of water. All Wonho did was give a small smile in return.
I was told tales when I was younger. Tales of those who had pointed ears. Tales I suppose I believed in as a child, but as I grew older, so did my beliefs. My memory briefly flashed back to my grandmother sitting on my bedside, telling these wondrous stories that had my adolescent eyes sparkling with awe of such fantastical adventures, believing that I too one day could experience such excitement.
I focus on reality again and take in Wonho’s presence, realizing that I should be afraid, and yet here I am: afraid that I am not afraid. Perhaps I am the psychopath for not being scared in the slightest. If anything, I am truly fascinated as if I am a child once again. However, if Wonho is what I think he is, it would explain the otherworldly beauty this man possesses.
I finally spoke. “So...you are a...“ I couldn’t even get out the word.
“Faerie. Yes.” Those dark eyes of his sparkled slightly in amusement at my wonder.
“Oh my god.” I hear the sound of the knife at last escaping from my grip and crashing to the floor. I ignore it, too in shock at the confirmation to care about anything other than the fact this is reality. Or is it? “Am I dreaming?”
Wonho let out a laugh, his eyes curving with the lovely sound. “No, you’re not. Although I must ask, why do you live in these woods? You are just within the border of the faerie lands, you know.”
Bewilderment in my features was undoubtedly very noticeable. “I...I don’t know. This cottage was never mine. It was passed onto me from my grandmother after she herself passed, just a few months ago. I haven’t even been here long myself.” My hands wrung together in nervousness at what this could possibly mean.
Wonho’s eyebrows furrowed. “Mortals cannot pass onto these parts. Or only in special circumstances.” Then giving me a look that had my cheeks once again threatening to burn, he says, “But somehow you are different. As was your grandmother. Only with a faerie’s blessing would you be allowed to see the entire world for what it truly is. Or you must believe to the core of your soul of our existence.”
My mouth gaped slightly. “I did not believe before you removed your hood.”
“Hm...” He looked at me from head to toe. “Maybe not.” I gulped at that. “But then again, perhaps you were blessed. Or even better...maybe you’re not human at all.” My entire body froze. There is absolutely no way I could be anything other than human. Wonho ignored the bewilderment written across my features and asked, “What is your name, human?”
Forgetting the possibility of not being human, I glared at his use of the word but answered anyway. “It’s Y/N.”
He repeated after me. “Y/N.” I couldn’t even lie to myself that I enjoyed the sound of my name coming out of Wonho’s full lips. He still stood an arm’s length away and I became suddenly hyper aware of how hot this cottage is, even despite the frigid cold outside that would chill anyone down to the bone. Or perhaps just humans, considering Wonho was barely shivering when I opened the door to find him on the other side of it. I wonder how long he was in the depths of the bone-chilling snow. If it were a human out there, hypothermia definitely seems like the veritable outcome.
As I gazed up at Wonho again, at his pointed ears, the next question came out before I could stop it. “Can I...touch your ear?”
Wonho’s face reddened slightly, pondering for a moment before leaning down ever so slightly. “If you wish.” His voice breathy. “Just be gentle. They’re sensitive.” That slight smile still remained. He smelt of the forest. The evergreen trees. His hair was a bit tousled from the removal of the hood of his cloak, and a sheen of sweat on his smooth skin lingered; no doubt from whatever events happened before reaching my home. Which I made a mental note to continue asking about.
I gave Wonho a tiny, barely noticeable smile in return and took a step forward while raising my left hand slowly, trying with all my efforts not to shake with nerves. I swore Wonho’s breath fastened slightly as well. My fingertips reached for the tip of his ear first, feeling the difference; so similar yet at the same time so different from human ears. So intriguing.
After lingering here for just a moment, I glided my fingertips along the outside ridge of his ear and Wonho inhaled sharply. The sound like music to my ears.
“Like I said,” he whispered while staring down at my face, dark eyes gazing into mine with a slight shake in his voice. “Sensitive.”
Before my heart could burst out of my chest, I took a step back and let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. I turned my gaze to the door on my right, anything to not think about the man’s gaze in front of me. What was I even thinking? Was I that lonely? My curiosity and hormones nearly got the best of me.
I had to change the subject, so I cleared my choked up throat. “You never told me about what happened before you ended up at my doorstep.” I turned my gaze back to Wonho.
He opened his mouth to explain before his faerie ears twitched, his entire body from head to toe going rigid.
“Later.” He said with a crispness to his voice. In complete contrast with the lax tone he had just seconds prior. His gaze now where mine had just been, on the door. “You must help hide me.” The desperation returned to his voice. “Then I will explain everything.”
My body began to shake again from nerves of a different sort. “Why? What is happening, Wonho?”
A/N: This isn’t my first time writing. However, this is my first time posting my writing. This is a hobby and fun for me so I hope as I post more, you all become interested! I decided to start with something small, so thank you for reading ♡
Pairing: Wonho / Reader (Gender Neutral)
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 240
Summary: Wonho loves the way Y/N looks in his clothes, so he let’s them take everything even if he is slowly running out of sweatshirts.
“Just keep it.” Wonho tells Y/N. This is not the first time he’s said this. Or the second. Or the third...
Y/N’s eyebrows raise in a mixed emotion of surprise and confusion. “Are you sure? I mean- this is the fifth one in a month. I can bring the others back if you want.”
Wonho didn’t want to make his feelings and emotions too obvious. The way Y/N wore his sweatshirts stirred a feeling deep down inside that he had been blatantly ignoring for a long time now.
At first, Wonho paid no mind to these emotions and thought with some time, they may dwindle and disappear completely, but after extensive thoughts and long nights thinking about Y/N, he realized why he loved seeing them wearing his clothes and staining the fabric with their scent.
“No it’s really okay,” he finally replied with a playful glint in his eye, “You can repay me somehow for stealing all of my stuff.”
Y/N smiled big, unaware of the mutual feelings they shared. “At this point, you basically give them to me as if they were gifts. I hardly consider that stealing, Wonho.” Y/N gives Wonho a slight smirk and he returns it back. Both of their hearts palpitating rapidly.
“Fine, I suppose you’re right.” His eyes sparkle with unending love and adoration but Y/N doesn’t notice. Neither of them ever notice.
Closing the distance between them, Wonho grabs Y/N’s hand. Their heart skips a beat.
“Now let’s go watch that movie, the popcorn is waiting.”
