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➯a/n: WAAAAAH VAMPIRE ATEEZ I FINALLY DID IIIT HOLD ONTO YOUR PANTIES
✫彡wordcount: 2.1k
(✯◡✯)genre: yandere, fantasy, smut, angst
ಠ_ಠwarning/content: see general warnings in the masterlist: visions of violence and blood, hunting fishies, fictional religion, fictional culture and dialect, soulmate au, supernatural elements, not beta read
✫taglist✫(i can't think of something clever help lmao) @soobieboobiebaby
✩index: Caethnor dialect: ka - spoken before or after a sentence to make it more serious or stern. ba - spoken before or after a sentence to make it softer. mi - added after someone's name to show affection. ula - mom.
there will only be a few instances where i use an entirely made up language but when i do the translation will be written next to it {like this}
❝Drink from me and live... forever.❞
MDNI.
𖤐❝This is not a prediction. It is a certainty. ❞𖤐
"Another daughter to welcome into the village, I hear." The elderly witch stumbles into the small home with her canes support, a smile on her wrinkled face.
The new mother is resting upon the bed, her child held closely to her chest. Her husband sits only a few feet away, watching his wife with a fond look.
"She's a healthy little thing." He says as he stands, placing a hand over hers gently, "Tihilda, will you see our daughter's soulmate?"
It was only asked as a formality, because of course she would. She had been speaking with The Goddess since she was a child, and had been the villages oracle for over sixty years now. She read everyone's soul mark when they were born. She had read his palm when he was a baby. And read his wife's a few months later.
Now, many years later, she will read their child's.
"Let me see the babe," she hums as she sits on the edge of the bed.
The young woman sits up with a groan, carefully handing over her newborn. Her spouse comes to sit next to her and takes her hands gently as they watch the seer unbundle the baby from the quilt. "She's precious," he whispers to her, looking at her with stars in his eyes.
The elder settles the precious thing in her lap, smiling as two innocent eyes look up at her. "You two have a beautiful daughter," she nods, gingerly taking the wiggling left arm, "let's see what love awaits her, shall we?"
She turns the palm face up, looking at it intently. As she reads the lines — she falls into a trance.
Upon the day which blue becomes red and the sun becomes void, the darkness comes for its bride.
"I have waited an eternity."
Eyes turning crimson. Fangs. Blood. So much blood.
"You are promised to us!"
Blue becomes red.
"Do you remember when I said that I know little of love?"
Screams. Terrible, horrible screams.
"Hold your breath, bite your tongue, close your eyes — do what you must while I do the same."
The sun becomes void.
"You are mine, and I take care of what belongs to me."
Tears from pure eyes. Hands upon hands on virginal flesh. The tainting of innocence.
"My soul craves you in a way that aches. It aches in my bones."
Corruption of the soul.
"We are only haunted by things which that we refuse to accept."
The darkness comes for its bride.
"Drink from me, and live... forever."
She takes in a sharp breath, trembling as she quickly drops the child's hand.
"Tihilda!" The woman gasps, "are you-"
"Your child is... cursed. She is to be the soulmate of demons. Of... vampires."
It's quiet save for the soft pitter-patter of the rain on the roof. The couple stares.
She knows that the witches predictions are always right, but she refuses; "ka don't jest in such a way." She sniffs as she gathers her child. She holds her to her chest, a frown on her lips as she looks down at the chubby cheeks of her precious first born.
"This is no jest... This is not a prediction. It is a certainty."
The man stands up abruptly, gesturing to the door, "I think it's best that you leave."
"Indeed. I will give you some time, come to me when you are ready."
He just shakes his head, scratching at his beard.
She stops with her hand on the door knob. "What is the child's name?"
The woman wipes her eyes, not looking away from the child. "We have named her (Y/n)."
"I will pray for her soul."
𖤐❝I bid you, come to me.❞𖤐
You are six years old the first time you hear it, at least — that's the first time you can remember.
You're along the rivers edge, learning from your mother how to fish. Your feet freezing cold as you stand deadly still in the ankle deep water, your fingers riddled with splinters that still need tending to after crafting your own wooden spear.
"Don't move a muscle, (Y/n) mi," she whispers just above the wind whooshing past. "They can feel every little move in the water, they can hear us as well."
"Is that why you're whispering?" You smile; you're still sporting your baby teeth. You're a slow bloomer. It makes your mother's heart melt.
"Yes, exactly," your mother smiles back. "Now focus ba. I will go first. Watch closely."
You watch her every move as she shuffles slowly just a bit deeper into the water, the fish are slightly startled; but they stick around her legs and swim carelessly.
"T'chu!" You squeak as she moves her spear at the speed of light, piercing both the water and a large fish. {Awesome!}
"Easy, right?"
"No way, Ula! I can't move that fast," you pout as she takes the fish and slides it off the spear and into your wicker basket.
"Not yet, you can't. You will get there!"
Repositioned and waiting for the fish to settle down once more, you hear a voice in the whipping wind. Over the rushing water around your feet.
"...feel her... I can feel... hear... me?"
You look up, brows pushed together as you glance around the river. The words are broken up, incomplete. In a language you don't fully understand at first. It's the realm's language, not your villages. You search for the source.
It's only you and your mother.
"Can... hear me?"
"Yeah..." You nod to the disembodied voice.
Your mother looks up, curiously. "Hey, focus."
"Didn't you hear him, Ula?"
Her face drops, and she knocks the side of her spear against your arm lightly, "focus. Pay no mind to wind spirits ka. Catch yourself a fish." She tightens her grip on the weapon as she looks around.
You sigh, looking back down at the quickly swimming fish.
A soft ghost of a hand touches your braid and lifts it up.
"Ah!" You whip around so quickly that you lose your balance, falling into the shallow bank and soaking your dress in ice cold water. But no one is there.
Your mother has her spear raised defensively, slicing the air with it as she moves it around.
You swear you see the ripples in the water coming ever closer to you. Like an invisible force is wading through it.
"I bid you, come to me."
"Ula!" You yell, terrified as the voice echoes more clearly in your head.
"Come to us."
"Ba swai ulaa fla," she comforts you in your native language as she drops her spear in water and pulls you up; holding your soaked form close as she runs away from the river. {Ba it's just mommy.}
You certainly get some strange looks as she bolts through the village near dusk with your crying and sodden figure. But she pays them zero mind.
"Tihilda!"
The elderly oracle turns around from her place on one of the pews as your mother bursts into the church at the edge of town.
She stands up slowly. "The bond is growing strong as she grows. I told you this would happen ba."
"Please, please, Tihilda," your mother begs as she kneels with you in her arms, "I'm not ready to lose my little girl to... to..."
"Bring the girl here," she waves with a slight trembling hand, shuffling up the aisle and all the way to the statue at the end of the room, "lay her down."
She does so, cradling your heated face as she lays you on your back, soaking the rug. "What are you going to do?"
"Not me. We. We will pray."
"Pray?" Your mother nearly scoffs, "what good will prayer do if The Goddess is the one who gave her such a horrible destiny?"
You don't understand much of what's going on. All you know is that you're cold, and you're scared.
Tihilda slaps her upside the head. "Ka watch your tongue. Kneel with me, and we shall pray for your girls soul to be free of this evil."
You stare up at the stone statue as their voices fill your ears, drowning out the haunting whispers in your head.
𖤐❝My dreams are just dreams!❞𖤐
When you were thirteen, you had come to terms with the fact that you had no soul mate.
When you were seven, your parents broke the news to you. You were promised to nobody but The Goddess Grentizia, and you would become a nun after your first bleeding.
Your friends in the village were off to find theirs in neighboring communities or spending more time with them, leaving you behind.
Perhaps you were lucky that you were a late bloomer. It meant you had more time to do... whatever it is you're doing.
Drawing patterns in the dirt with a stick as life bustles around you.
"(Y/n) mi," Tihilda calls for you softly, "have you gotten lost in your mind again?"
"No ba," you hum, sitting up from where you were laid on your stomach. "I was just... recalling a dream that I had."
"A dream?" She hums back, leaning forward in her seat on the stone bench.
"Ka," your father groans from beside her, closing his holy book. He had become a preacher a few years after your birth. "How many times have we been over this, uh?"
"What's the matter," Tihilda's wrinkled forehead becomes more so, "a child can't dream?"
"My dreams are special."
"(Y/n)!" Your father stands abruptly, making you shrink, "your dreams are just dreams."
"Lir-" {Ok-}
"Say it."
Tihilda sighs deeply, tapping the man's arm, "give the girl a break."
"My dreams are just dreams..."
"Again."
"My dreams are just dreams."
"Again."
"My dreams are just dreams!" You yell with a sudden defiance deep in your voice, staring up at him boldly, and he goes to step towards you when —
"Make way for the Kings Lieutenant!"
In your own world, you and your father had failed to notice the man's arrival. Failed to notice that he was almost in the town center.
"Come," your father ushers you forward, and all of your previous arguments are lost upon you as you run into his arms.
He hurries to take his preachers robes off and drapes them around you, uncaring as the white fabric drags in the mud.
The atmosphere in Caethnor has never been so thick. Your little village is so far out of the way, none of the royal council bothers to visit.
And for that you were grateful. There was "rumors" about the actions of your undead rulers. And the fact that the royal Lieutenant was here could only mean bad things, especially unannounced.
He stops in the center of the square. From behind your father, you can see him.
He seems to be taking deep inhalations through his nose, his lip curling up.
His head snaps to you. Lieutenant Kim Hongjoong meets your eyes — only for the briefest second before you're hiding behind your father.
"Hello~" He sing-songs, in front of you both in the literal blink of an eye.
Your father jumps, startled, and holds your shoulder comfortingly even though his hand is quaking.
"Hey," he says more sternly when he doesn't get a response, "it's rude to ignore people, child."
You look up to Tihilda, your eyes wide and uncertain. But she has no answers for you. You have to decide on your own.
"H-hello ba..." You whisper, cowering behind your father.
He takes another deep breath through his nose, lips pressed together. "Hello ba?" He hums, crouching down to your height and meeting your eyes again as you peek.
"Forgive her, My Lord," your father butts in quickly, "she has never left the village, she only knows our dialect."
"How cute... How old are you, child?"
"I'm-"
"She's ten! She's only ten! Eleven in Plusu!" He laughs nervously, pulling you further behind his back when the undead man reaches out. You keep your mouth shut. You aren't ten. And you weren't born in Plusu. But he has to be lying for a reason.
"Ten, huh?" He tuts his tongue, taking one more sniff before standing and rolling his eyes.
The girl he's looking for is thirteen by now...
"You shouldn't eat so many golden deadnuts," Hongjoong takes one last glance at you over his shoulder as he walks away, "it makes your blood smell sweet."
His sharp fangs peek from his lips as he smirks. He's as terrifying as the legends.
...But why do you want to go after him? Why was he in your dream?
"Not here. Let's search again on the way back."
𖤐❝PROLOGUE❞𖤐
𖤐❝NEXT TIME❞𖤐
Hongjoong blinks a few times as he surveys the horrified looks of the townspeople. A smirk spreads across his bloody lips — "boo."
The simple word spooks a great deal of them, the broken silence is enough to make them jump. The scarlet liquid in the corner of his mouth makes the children hide.
He and Wooyoung laugh at their reactions, the latter playing idly with your numb fingers.
Yunho places his hand on your cheek slowly, looking down at you like you hung the stars in the sky. You're breathing heavily, eyes dazed as you force yourself to keep your eyelids open. The sweat on your skin doesn't stop the way he strokes your face adoringly. "Where have you been hiding, huh?" He chuckles quietly, the question clearly rhetorical.
Hongjoong is tired of all of these eyes on you. "Everyone out." He turns to you, then back quickly, "leave the preacher. Boys, you can feast."
Villagers start scrambling quickly, yells and cries of panic as the handful of lower ranking Vampires chase them out of the church.
It takes a good few moments for the chaos to clear, and he joins Yunho and Wooyoung in inspecting you slowly while everyone clears out. "How did I miss you, little one?" He hums, rubbing your waist leisurely, "you've grown a great deal. I forget that humans do that."
scout's honor: series, fantasy and soulmate au, ot8 ateez x crossdressing! reader, reader tags along with this group of eight men to travel across the country to reach her long-time friend in the midst of a war (prologue and chapter 1 are posted)
need it bad: requested, ceo! sanhwa x reader, just filthy smut tbh, how will the boys treat reader after not seeing her for a looong two weeks? you're in for some rough treatment.
loverboy: sequel to ghost him. (9:47) in which seonghwa decides to take matters into his own hands when yeosang can't seem to take a hint
fragile: handle with care: dom! yunho x reader, telling your boyfriend he can be rough with you brought out a whole new side of him
untitled- camboy au: camboy! yeosang x reader, neighbor au, who would've thought the sweet, soft-spoken boy next door would be the camboy you watch on the regular?
only the best: characters tbd, reader starts to fall for their music instructor while writing a song for their anniversary with their boyfriend
omg the mingi voice-mail got me in a puddle!!!! I literally dissolved because it was too good!!!!
thank you for taking my request you did amazing!!! I love me some sub!mingi and also I wanted to tell you your mingi drabble with ball busting is one of my of all time fave I come back to it regularly (I read it so many times it's actually embarrassing)
thank you for these top notch fics <3
Hi!! Thank you! It makes me so happy to hear that you enjoy it! It really helps motivate me to write more. I reread fics all the time and to hear that someone does that for mine has me shook. Thank you so much for reading and for your feedback!!! I appreciate it!
hi! omg please i have a voicemail request for mingi (i just read the yunho one and im 😵💫😵💫😵💫)
so maybe like sub!mingi calling while he's jerking off but he's a whimpering and whining mess because he knows he's not allowed to finish without you and he's at his limit he just needs you so bad and you should be home by now already and he doesnt know what is taking you so long so he whines about being a good boy for you and that he misses you and he cant wait to cum for you when you get back + mommy kink if you're comfy with it <3
if you're not inspired by that absolutely no worries ill be happy just with a mingi voicemail <3
have a nice day/night <3
new voicemail - mingi (17:40)
pairing: sub! mingi x reader
genre: smut
tags: mommy kink, mentions of thigh fucking
note: (not edited), thank you so much for your comments and this ask! you have no idea how happy you made me lol. I appreciate you! Hope you enjoy :)
requests are open and feedback is greatly appreciated!
The number you’re trying to dial is not available at this time. Please leave a message after the tone. Beeep.
Hey, where are you? You were supposed to be home twenty minutes ago. What’s taking so long? Did your train get delayed? I hope you’re not still stuck in the office.
I’m so excited for you to get home. I’ve missed you all day. It’s been torture just sitting here, waiting for you to return to me.
All I can think about is that outfit you left home in today… I’m jealous that your coworkers got to see you in those tights with that skirt all day while I had to sit here and just imagine it. I hope you’ll let me fuck those pretty thighs of yours.
I’m imagining your fingers in my hair while my face is buried in your chest. How you’d tighten your grip in my hair when I reach between your legs.
How you’d praise me for being the perfect little slut for you while I rut in between your thighs. Fuck, I’m about to cum just thinking about it.
I know you said I should wait for you to get home before touching myself… I tried, I swear! It just hurt so much, I couldn’t take it anymore.
I promise I won’t cum until you’re here to let me. I’ll be a good boy for you. I’ll do anything you want, mommy. Just please let me cum. I can’t take it.
Hurry home, mommy. Please. My hand isn’t enough. I need you, please.
note: currently working on two requests but here's a tiny snack for yall. any voicemail requests? feedback is appreciated, enjoy! :)
The number you’re trying to dial is not available at this time. Please leave a message after the tone. Beeep.
Hey, baby! I know you're busy right now but I just wanted to call and remind you how proud I am of you. It takes a lot of strength to do what you're doing.
You’re pushing yourself really hard lately. Just make sure to rest well, okay? I get worried, you know. Let me take care of you every once in a while.
When you get home today I have a surprise for you~ You’ve been working so hard lately, you deserve a reward, don’t you think?
Tonight, I’m going to worship you. You want me to eat you out until you’re crying from pleasure? Maybe fuck you nice and slow? Or perhaps you want me to completely fuck you senseless?
Anything you want, it’s yours. I’m happy to be of service however you want me.
I know you still have an hour left of work, so I’ll get myself nice and sensitive for you before you come home. I’ve already been playing with myself for a little while now, but I haven’t let myself cum yet.
I want to wait until you’re here so I can cum on that pretty face of yours. I’ll be waiting, darling. See you soon.
note: here’s a short little something while I’m in-between works right now. Trying out something new, let me know if y’all enjoy this voicemail format. (not edited) Feedback is appreciated :)
The number you’re trying to dial is not available at this time. Please leave a message after the tone. Beeep.
Hey baby, I miss you. When will you be home from your trip, again? It’s been so lonely in the apartment without you. I can only go so long without physical affection, you know…
I really wish you were here right now. You wanna know what I’d do? Well, I’d start by teasing you a little over the fabric of your clothes. I’d flick my fingertip over your nipples and lightly trace my fingers down your stomach. Once I get to the hem of your shirt, I’ll lift it up and lick at your chest. I bet you’d like it if I left some hickeys there too.
I know you’re impatient, but I’d argue the build-up is the best part. Getting to see you slowly sink into pleasure…
Babe, I’m so hard right now. All I can think about is you. How you feel, how you taste. God, I want to taste you right now.
I wonder what you’ll look like when you listen to this after your meeting. I bet you’re pressing your thighs together really tight. Hopefully, you used headphones or waited to get to the hotel before playing it.
Though honestly, I can’t say I’d be too upset if your coworkers finally got the hint that you’re in a relationship. Maybe I should stop by the office sometime. I could bring you lunch, fuck you on your boss’ desk, and then we could eat together.
Call me back once you listen to this, babe. I’ll wait to cum until I can hear your voice. Don’t make me wait too long, princess.
tags: virgin reader and san, corruption, best friend! San, loss of virginity, minimal plot, cum eating, vaginal fingering, light marking, possessiveness, unprotected sex (use protection kiddos), creampie
note: hello! I have emerged from my cave to post smut once again. requests are open! I write for ateez and seventeen. feedback is greatly appreciated, hope you enjoy :) (not edited)
wordcount: 1.5k
You press a hand against his chest to keep the distance between you, but he grabs your wrist and pulls you into his arms. Looking up, you meet his smug look with an exasperated one.
“San, I told you this is ridiculous. Stop trying to make something out of nothing. They were just messing around.” Your friend just had to mention your attraction to him in a casual conversation, leading you to the situation you’re currently in.
Since they had left he’d been continuously hounding you on the significance of their comment.
"Messing around, huh? You know, pushing me away just makes it sweeter when you finally cave into your desire for me." He trails his hands down your arms and eventually, he holds your hands in his own. "You can't deny you want me in the same way I've desired you for months, darling."
He guides your arms to lace around his neck, then places a hand on the small of your back, pressing you further into him. You nearly bury your face in his neck just to hide your flushed face.
"I-I don't..." You struggle to find the words, but he's quick to shut down your response with a tight squeeze of your hips.
"Oh come on, babe. I see the way you look at me. You aren’t as subtle as you try to be.” Previously when he’d call you babe, it would be in a jokingly flirty manner. You had always thought that was just how he was with all of his friends. But now, you weren’t so sure about your past assumptions.
“Are you being serious with me right now?” you ask, voice full of nerves. You dodge eye contact with him, but his hand pulls your chin up to match your gaze to his. His voice quiets to a whisper as he leans into you.
“Of course I am.” A gentle smile graces his features as he awaits your response. You wrap yourself around him in a hug with a small sigh of relief.
“I’m really glad to hear that, San…” A moment of silence passes between you two before you continue. “What they said was true. I… I like you. As more than a friend.” You tense up when the man in front of you remains quiet until he looks up at you with a bright, teasing smile.
“Sorry, what was that? I don’t think I heard you.” He goes as far as to put a hand to his ear and tilt his head. You playfully shove him.
“Nevermind, I take it back.”
“Hey, no take-backs! You already said it!” He stares at you with puppy eyes for a long moment before you give in and the both of you are falling onto your bed, laughing until you’re clutching your sides.
It takes a while for you to regain your composure. When you do, he’s laying with his head propped up on his hand and his curious eyes follow yours.
“So, you like me huh?”
“Yeah, I do,” your response comes out as barely a whisper, eyes darting nervously between the ceiling and his form.
“I like you too. You know that?”
“Mhm,” you nod.
“I don’t think you understand just how much I like you.” You let out a confused hum, prompting him to continue. “Can I show you, babe? Show you how much you mean to me?” You nod hesitantly.
Instantly he leans over you, arms encasing you on the bed.
“Let me touch you. I’ll treat you well, darling.”
“Okay…” you whisper. He hovers over your body, his head placed just above your ear. Body heat radiates in the small space between you.
“I need a more enthusiastic response if you actually want me to do anything with you, babe.” It takes you a moment to steel your nerves before responding firmly.
“I want you, San. Touch me, please.”
“That’s my girl. You’ll be good for me, won’t you?”
You nod. When he stays silent and raises an eyebrow at you, you add on a verbal ‘yes’. This seems to satisfy him because he settles his weight next to you on the bed.
His tongue flicks at the column of your throat while he takes his time to explore your body with his hands. The warmth of his palms slips under the fabric of your shirt to tenderly squeeze at your breasts.
It’s not long before he’s stripping the both of you completely and disregarding the fabric in a heap on the floor. The room is quiet save for the soft rustle of the bed sheets and your combined heavy breathing.
One of his hands finds its way to your chest again, gently squeezing at the flesh. His body looms over yours on the mattress and a teasing grin lights up his face.
Three fingers press into your mouth when your lips part to let out a moan. You swirl your tongue around the digits, covering them with your spit. After some time, he takes them from your mouth and positions them at your entrance.
With your reassurance, he gently presses two of his fingers into you. His fingers scissor inside you for a moment before he starts pushing them in and out of you.
Eventually, he adds a third. With each thrust, he presses them upwards into your g-spot. The sensation has you tensing your thighs, pressing your legs tighter around San’s frame.
You raise a hand over your mouth, trying to muffle the whines coming from your lips. His free hand grabs yours and holds it against the mattress next to your head.
“Let me hear you, baby. I think I deserve at least that after you took back your confession earlier.”
He continues at that same pace until you’re panting for air, head hung back in pleasure. A jolt of warmth shoots down your spine and you tighten even more around him, straining your whole body. His thrusts slow down and eventually, he pulls his fingers out of you.
He pulls your chin up to meet his heated gaze. Once your eyes meet, he presses the same fingers that were just inside you to his tongue. He sucks on his own fingers just as you had before. When he pulls them from his mouth a trail of saliva clings to them.
“You taste even better than I could have imagined.” He pauses for a moment with his heavy gaze on you. His hand absent-mindedly strokes up and down your thigh.
“I’m the first person to make you feel this way. Right, babe? The first to have you whine on my fingers. The first to make you cum.”
“You’re my first, San.”
“You’re my first too, you know that? I’ve never done these kinds of things with anyone else. I was waiting, just for you. I’m the only one who deserves to touch you like this.” His hands slide up and down along the curves of your hips and he lets out a small sigh. “See what happens when you give in to me? I can give you everything you want.”
He leans in close to you and whispers, “What is it you want now, princess?” You have trouble looking at his face as you mumble your answer. He lets out a ‘hmm’ before asking, “What was that? I didn’t quite hear you.”
“Your cock, San. I want your cock. Please give it to me.” A grin splits his face at your admission. He leans back and pushes your legs up toward your chest, pumping his cock a few times before pressing the tip against your entrance.
He slowly pushes it in, stilling every once in a while to let you adjust before continuing. Once he’s fully inside you, he stills for a moment. After your encouragement, San gently starts to move. He holds his body right above yours, his head resting at the intersection of your hair and neck.
From his position, you can clearly hear every noise that comes from his mouth. Every groan, every whimper, goes straight into your ear. His panting matches the pace of his hips.
He slowly pumps into you, gradually building up the pace with each stroke. A slap on your ass has a familiar coil of heat tightening in your abdomen. Eventually, he hits a pace where his hips slam into the flesh of your ass with every thrust. You writhe in pleasure, releasing your built-up tension and clenching hard around him.
His voice breaks in a loud groan as he spills inside you. Slowly, his hips come to a halt inside you. Both of you take in deep gasps of air as you come down from the high of your orgasms.
San bites and sucks at the skin of your neck. Once he's sufficiently marked your neck, he rests next to you on the bed and carefully traces a hand up and down your figure in a comforting gesture. He uses one arm to prop himself up to look at you.
pairing: yandere! dom! seonghwa x sub! fem! reader
genre: smut, yandere
tags: best friend hwa, cum eating, oral sex (fem receiving), vaginal fingering, exhibitionism (done without prior consent), marking, minimal plot mostly porn lol, poor sangie (previously dino, changed this for plans for the sequel ;) ) :(
note: requested: @whatudowhennooneseesyou, not edited, hope you enjoy! feedback is greatly appreciated! :)
wordcount: 1.2k
“I just don’t think he could treat you properly. I say you should ghost him. You deserve so much better than what he could possibly have to offer you.” Your best friend stares at you from across the kitchen table, sipping from his iced coffee with pinched eyebrows.
“What’s wrong with Yeosang? He’s been so nice and respectful so far. I really think it could go somewhere.”
“Why go somewhere when I’m right here?” You look up from your coffee, eyes wide and eyebrows raised. His eyes meet yours with a fierce intensity and you look back down at your coffee mug.
You swirl the contents in the hope that it will help you focus on something other than your racing heart. His voice breaks your momentary concentration.
“I’m serious. I want to be your everything. You already have that role in my heart.”
You fumble around with words in your brain, trying to come up with a response. You’d had those thoughts about Seonghwa before. Of course, you have. He’d become your best friend three years ago and has been your roommate for the past 8 months.
You had never dared to approach him in that way before, though, thinking he would reject you and you would ruin one of your greatest friendships.
Eventually, you told yourself to simply move on and try to find love elsewhere. You had shut down all romantic attraction to him. Yeosang had approached you after class one day and had been coming on strong since.
The sound of his mug being placed in the sink next to you raises you from your thoughts. He leans down to meet your seated height and gently grabs your hands in his.
“Sweetheart, could I please have the honor of showing you how beautiful you are to me?” You’re stunned into silence, but manage to nod, interested to see where this would lead. He nods his head toward your bedroom and keeps your hand in his as you follow him there.
Inside your bedroom, your phone rests plugged in on the nightstand next to the bed. Several blankets are piled onto your bed, and Seonghwa takes a moment to move some to a pile off to the side of the room.
He motions for you to lie down on the mattress, but you hesitate. He looks at you with slight concern in his eyes.
“Are you comfortable with this? We don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
“I want to.” Your voice comes out meek. “I’m just nervous. I don’t want our friendship to change.” The feelings you had tried to suppress come to the surface, making it hard to look him in the eyes.
“I can promise I won’t do anything against your wishes. We can take it at whatever pace you want.” You take a seat on the edge of the bed and he stands in front of you.
“I want this.” You reach a hand up to the bottom hem of his shirt and look to him for confirmation. He helps you pull the fabric off his body, then you each take turns removing clothing from the other. He takes his time undressing you, all but teasing himself with the slow reveal of skin.
When you’re both rid of your clothing, he guides you to lie back on the mattress. He holds himself above your form as his eyes trail along the curves of your body. Soon his hands follow suit.
“Is this okay?” He whispers into your ear. You nod back. “Tell me, beautiful.”
“Yes, it’s nice. I… I like it a lot.” You let out a soft sigh and close your eyes. You feel his weight shift and then he’s lying at your side.
“What else would you like?” he asks. “Would you like my hands here?” he continues, a hand just under the swell of your breast.
“Yes, Seonghwa,” you manage to mumble out. “Please touch me more.” His hand softly massages your breast. Eventually, his hand works its way lower. His fingers find your clit and circle it gently. Light moans escape you.
His free hand soon finds its way to your entrance. Two fingers slowly enter you and he lets out a groan as your walls already try to clench around him. As one set of fingers swirls your clit, the other pumps in and out of you at a steadily increasing pace.
“You like that, baby?” A pressure starts building in your core.
“Yes, I love it. This feels so good.” His pace increases even more at your praise until soon his hands are trembling against you.
“Better than he could ever do, right?” You let out a confused hum before he continues.
“I fuck you better than Yeosang ever could, right? Tell me, beautiful.” It’s not long until you’re trembling under his touch.
“Fuck! Yes, you fuck me so good. He could never make me feel this good! Just you, Hwa!”
“That’s what I like to hear, baby. Remind me, who’s making you feel this good?”
“Seonghwa! You, Seonghwa!”
“That’s right, baby. Only me.”
“Hwa, I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!” you moan.
“Cum for me, beautiful. Cum on my fingers.” His words instantly have you clenching hard until a wave of pleasure crashes over you. Your hips move on their own to grind further into his touch.
You gasp for air and meet his intense gaze with dazed eyes. He pulls his fingers from inside you and lifts them to his mouth, sucking on them. His eyes bore into yours while his tongue swirls around the digits, a smirk pulling at his mouth.
“You taste as good as you look, darling.” He pauses. “I’d like to savor you in another way.” He rises from his spot next to you and positions his face at your clit. His tongue gently swipes across it, sending a jolt through you. He chuckles, then begins to lick at the sensitive area.
Starting slow, he gradually becomes bolder in his actions. Soon his tongue is lapping at your pussy like it’s a gift from heaven. When he’s not swiping at your bud, he uses the flat of his tongue to press firmly against it.
His ministrations quickly have you unraveling once again. You lightly buck your hips to meet his face, creating a rhythm that matches that of his tongue. An orgasm builds in your core and before you even have a chance to tell Seonghwa, you’re coming on his tongue.
As you’re coming down from your high, he sits up and leans over you. He sucks at the skin on your chest, leaving hickeys in his path. Your chest heaves while you try to catch your breath. He gradually moves upwards until he’s leaving dark hickeys on the column of your neck.
“How was that, beautiful?” he asks, laying down at your side.
“That was amazing, Hwa.” You finish your response with a yawn. His hand holds your own.
“There’s a lot more where that came from if you’ll have me.”
“I think I’d like that,” you mumble before falling asleep.
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When you wake up later in the day, Seonghwa is still asleep next to you. Your eyes flick over to your phone resting on the bedside table. You carefully reach over Seonghwa to grab it. When you unlock the screen, you nearly drop your phone, eyes locking onto the open call log.
tags: overstimulation, ballbusting, cock and ball torture, clothed sexual acts, maybe feet if you squint?, "miss", implied both reader and mingi are switches, please let me know if I missed any
note: requested, not edited, hope you enjoy! feedback is greatly appreciated. :)
word count: 0.8k
His hands slide up the skin of your thighs and settled on your hips. From his kneeled stance on the floor of your bedroom, he looks up at you with desperation. Your fingers lace through his hair at the base of his skull and pull his face to press against your upper thigh, just below the fabric of your shorts. His knees rest against the ground on either side of your feet.
“You remember why you’re in this situation, honey?” you say, tilting your head at him. He nods.
, to which you say “Tell me what you did.” He lets out a sigh before responding in a hushed tone.
“I was mean to your coworker,” he says.
“And why were you mean to him?” you ask with a curious expression.
“Because he was flirting with you in front of me” he answers. His pouty lips press against the warm flesh of your thigh.
“I appreciate the sentiment, but some of the words you chose to use…” you trail off.
“He wasn’t backing off, even with me right in front of him! I needed to show him that you’re taken already.”
“I assure you, honey. Seungkwan is just a coworker and friend. He can flirt all he wants and my heart will still be yours.” Mingi mumbles something into your skin.
“What was that?” You run your fingers through his hair. His eyes lift to meet yours and his face pulls away the tiniest bit from your thigh.
“He should hear how loud you scream when I fuck you. I think that might get it through his head that you’re taken already.” He looks away mid-response, a hard blush creeping up his neck. You release one of your hands from his hair and use it to raise his chin, guiding his eyes to meet yours once more.
“Honey, who’s in charge here?” you ask, pressing the heel of your foot against the bulge in his pants.
“You, but-” his response is cut off with a groan when you push your heel harshly against him.
“No ‘but’s’ honey, I’m in charge right now.”
“Y-yes Miss…” You release the pressure against him.
“I think someone needs to learn their place. What do you think?” He bites at his lip. “Well?”
“I agree, Miss. Please put me in my place.” His eyes shine with excitement and anticipation.
“Good boy.” You don’t miss the shiver that runs down his spine at your words. “Now, how many times did you curse at Seungkwan today, hmm? Count them out for me.”
“Umm.. well I called him a sleazy motherfucker, an asshole, a dick…” his voice trails off. He pulls his hands off your skin to count on his fingers. “Eleven times…” he whispers.
“Count these for me, honey.”
Your foot firmly presses against his bulge once more and a sharp inhale comes from him.
“One.” His voice comes out uneven, yet strong. You release then press harder.
“Two.” His breaths come deep from his chest. He continues counting as you lessen and increase the force as you see fit. The only sounds in the room are the shuffling of fabric, your hums of acknowledgment, heavy breathing, and occasional gasps for air.
“Nine…” His voice comes out as a soft whimper, barely a breath on your skin. His body trembles and he holds onto your legs like you’re a lifeline. “Miss, I’m going to cum soon if you keep going…” You don’t respond, only pressing your foot against him once more. He melts into you as he comes undone.
You keep the pressure and circle over him as he rides through his orgasm and his hips push upwards against your foot. As he comes down from his high, he inhales deeply.
You release the force for a moment, then push against him even harder. A deep moan comes out of his throat and his head tilts back.
“T-ten!” His breaths come out in pants and his half-lidded, glazed-over eyes stare up into your own. “Miss, this is… too much.”
“I think it’s what you deserve, don’t you?” you ask, tilting your head. You don’t wait for a response and give a final kick. The noise he lets out starts as a yell but turns to a desperate whimper. His mouth hangs open and his trembling body clings to yours.
“Ele- eleven,” he pants. You slick back his hair from his face and guide his chin upwards to place your lips softly on his. The kiss is gentle and when you part you stare at each other in a comfortable silence for a moment. You move to join him and wrap your arms around his frame, pulling him to you.
“Remember I’m yours just as you’re mine, honey,” you say, giving a kiss to his temple. “Let’s get you cleaned up, okay?”
Request : really weird but my k!nky ass wants to know if u can do it, can you do an ATEEZ b@llbust!ng reaction? Like a short story for each member. (ButIf u don't want to that's totally alr)
I didn't do exactly what you asked, but it will be posted momentarily :)
Note: Hello! Here's the first chapter of Scout's Honor. I'm having a lot of fun writing this and I hope you enjoy reading it! Feedback is greatly appreciated!
Mini Masterlist
The sun’s golden rays are sparingly cast over the market street, but the work day is far from over. Vendors still shout advertisements for their products and crowds mingle around each booth, browsing the contents.
Having already bought what you came here for, you’re sat on a stoop at the far end of the path simply watching over the businesses. Your hand mindlessly reaches into your satchel, patting the section your coin pouch is tucked in. Not many people join you, too busy rushing to finish up sales.
The market streets have become thick with tension over the past month, with the war in the far country of Sena cutting off trade supplies. Not many materials are affected currently, but those that have been are far too expensive for you to even consider purchasing.
Your heavy brown cloak is settled over you, obscuring your figure from those around you. The hood over your head serves to further hide your features, as well as to shield your eyes from the harsh light of the near-setting sun. This scene is one you’ve grown familiar with over the past few years of living in Priua.
The call of one particular merchant draws your attention to the opposite side of the street. Under your hood, you can see old man Dal waving his arms around with a scowl as he scolds a slim man dressed in fine leather.
The younger man seems more interested in the minuscule scuffs on his boots and dirt under his nails than in whatever Dal has to say to him.
Your town sees its fair share of travelers, but this one has a careless attitude that has you on edge. Rising from your viewpoint, your feet take wide strides across the cobbles until you stand just a pace away from the man.
When Dal catches sight of your hood, his face relaxes a degree and his hunched shoulders square to meet you. He gives a slight bow of his head before stating his case.
“Sir Eun, This boy tried stealing from me!” the man cries. Your eyes catch onto the form of this supposed thief, tilting your head slightly as you study him. “Right from under my nose like I’m senile!” His boots are high quality, yet they’re scuffed and muddied.
“He asked for an item then tried snatching these off the table when I wasn’t looking!” he yells, holding up a worn pouch of herbs. From what you can see of the dagger on the traveler’s hip, it would go for a good price at the market. “As the best healer in the city, you would know the hard work it takes to procure this fine product.”
Trailing up the new man’s form, your shadowed eyes eventually raise to meet his cat-like ones. His eyebrow twitches upwards as does a corner of his lips. You level your stare at him, thinking. He hardly looks like someone who would need to steal.
Shifting your glance between the merchant and the man, you decide to give him the benefit of the doubt. You take steady steps towards Dal and pull the coin pouch from your satchel.
“Perhaps our friend here is down on his luck at the moment. Here-” you pass the necessary coins with a soft, diplomatic smile, “for the herbs.” You pause, then tuck a few more coins into his palm. “And for the trouble.”
“You’re too kind, Sir Eun.” You wave away his comment and grab the bundle of herbs from him, then turn to face the newcomer again.
Only this time, nothing but open air awaits you. Your eyes dart around the darkening street, but you catch no sign of the man. “That bastard…” you grumble under your breath, settling for tucking the herbs into your satchel and trudging back to the tavern for the night.
You leisurely kick a pebble down the path for the short walk there. While you walk you ponder what you could do with the herbs. Perhaps you could simply resell them? From what you recall of the rare item, they aren’t good for much unless you’re working with poisons. Even then, its presence is hardly discreet.
By the time you set foot in the tavern, the regulars have already gotten comfortable at their usual tables. Come to think of it, you’ve become somewhat of a regular yourself here these days. However, you don’t go drinking yourself into a stupor any chance you get as the typical crowd here does.
You sit in the middle of a long table. With how dead the tavern is tonight, no one will mind if you take up a large space for yourself. The soft clink of glass on wood in front of you raises you from your thoughts.
“Your mind must be quite busy to not greet me first thing, Eun. I brought you two tonight, as a precaution. I’ll have to go back to work in a second, but I always make an exception for my most valued customer.” Your eyes shift to meet those of the person sitting across from you, hands locked around two pints of ale on the table between you two.
“Sorry, Jihye,” you say, gaze jumping around the room. “Just stressed, is all.” The chair gives a loud creak as you lean back into it.
“What’s stressing you?” she asks wiping her hands on her apron and leaning forward to rest her elbows on the table. You pause a moment before responding.
“I have to meet with Sir Iseul of Chion,” you state, a distant look covering your features. Chion is not a terrible city by far, but you’d much prefer to stay in Priua where you’ve made your home.
“Chion? But that’s so far! Nearly a month’s travel! What business is so important you must go to Chion? You shouldn’t be getting any closer to Sena!” she exclaims, eyes and mouth wide with shock.
“It shouldn’t concern you, Jihye. It simply has to do with the healing arts. And Chion is a full two months travel from the battlefront. There’s nothing to worry about. We would know of the approach long before they ever reached the city.” you wave off her worries, taking a few sips from the closest pint.
Jihye shifts in her seat before her eyes raise to the door at your side. You take another sip from your pint of ale and follow her gaze, only to nearly spit it out when you see the form entering the tavern.
The man from before pauses a few feet into the establishment to look around. You turn and lower your head as his gaze sweeps over your table, hoping your hood will help you blend in. The approaching footsteps alert you that your attempt at stealth was unsuccessful. Jihye seems to notice his approach and stands from her chair.
“Well, I should be getting back to work, Eun. Yell for me if you need anything.” She dusts off her apron before quickly walking towards the kitchen. In the next moment, the chair to your right is pulled from under the table and flipped around. The man sits down on it backward and sets his arms on the backrest. He looks over to you with a quick smirk.
“You know, I didn’t get to thank you properly earlier.”
“Perhaps because you were too busy running away?” You send him an amused grin.
“I didn’t stray too far. I was close enough to see you bought what I wanted.” He leans forward against the backrest, gesturing with his hands as he speaks. “How about I buy it off you? I swear I’ll pay this time.”
“Hmm... I’m not sure.” You pick at your nails, seemingly disinterested. “What if I happen to find myself in need of some…”you pause to recall the name of the herb in your possession, but come up short. “What if I plan to keep it?”
He pulls a coin pouch from his satchel and places nearly double the amount you had paid on the table in front of you. “Would this amount suffice?” he asks, lip curling into a smirk. You pretend to contemplate the decision momentarily, tapping your chin.
“I suppose it could,” you say, gathering the coins into your palm and retrieving the bundle of herbs from your bag. As soon as you lay the herbs on the table, he snatches them away. “What do you plan to use those for anyways? They’re hardly common around here.”
“A friend of mine asked me to retrieve them while we were in town. I have no clue what he plans to do with them.” A loud series of footsteps from the entrance grasp your attention.
“San, who’s the new friend?” Seven more men take seats at your table, all but encircling you.
“This would be Eun. He saved my ass from an angry merchant earlier today.” Your eyebrows raise slightly at his informality.
“Have you thanked him properly?”
“I was getting to that before I was so rudely interrupted by you all.” He pauses a second before continuing.
“Eun, let me introduce my friends. This is Seonghwa.” The blond man who spoke earlier perks up and sends you a calm smile.
“Hongjoong.” Next to Seonghwa, the man with light brown hair waves politely.
“Yunho.” The taller man sitting to your left gives a mumbled greeting with a nod of his head.
“Mingi.” He smiles wide at you from across the table.
“Yeosang.” He simply raises his hand.
“Wooyoung.” To Yeosang’s side, a hand waves enthusiastically.
“And Jongho.” A soft ‘hello’ comes from the last. “We’re passing through Priua on our way to Krae.” Your eyes widen at that information. Krae is a settlement Northeast of here and perhaps a week's travel from Chion. In fact, they would pass through Chion if heading there from Priua.
“Can I get you men anything to eat or drink?” Jihye stands, observant as ever, in front of your table. Hongjoong raises his hand.
“Eight pints, please.”
“Of course. I’ll be out with those in a moment.” Silence washes over the group.
“I want to join you,” you say. Exclamations of surprise echo around the table.
“Why?” Hongjoong questions immediately. A glance at the others tells you they’re all wondering the same.
“I need to get to Chion. I’m meeting with someone.” The men share a look with each other before Hongjoong continues.
“Why should you join us? What do you have to offer to the group?” Glasses clink on the wooden tabletop as Jihye sets one in front of each of the newcomers. She sends you a charming smile.
“Well, Eun is the best healer in town. Hell, maybe even the country. He’s extremely skilled.” A slight flush rises on your cheeks at the praise and you look away from her gaze.
San leans closer to you and says in a low voice “They must be very important to you for you to travel so far.” You nod.
“Extremely,” you answer, adorning a determined look.
“So just how good of a healer are you, Eun? Surely you have some stories.” Yeosang asks with a flat expression.
“Aish- Detective Kang back at it again” one of the men murmurs.
“What?” he asks with a glance around the table. “ I want to know more about who we’re dealing with here.” he shrugs.
Jihye makes her way back to refill everyone’s pints just in time to answer for you.
“Oh, he’s the best! Once Hyunjin snapped his arm clean in two and Eun here was able to get it back together, healed, and functioning in record time! And one time In-Su got bit by a venomous snake and Eun sucked the venom out! Don’t doubt his abilities, he’s called the best for a reason.” she finished with a stern look at Yeosang.
“That’s good to hear. We could use another healer considering the trouble we’ve had recently.” Hongjoong says, shooting a half-hearted glare at the man to your left.
“It was an accident, I swear!” he exclaims. Seonghwa and Hongjoong whisper to each other for a minute before their attention returns to you.
“I suppose if it’s just to Chion, you can accompany us,” Hongjoong says, extending a hand to you. “Welcome aboard, Eun.” A few cheers and mumbles erupt from the surrounding men at his exclamation. Some of your new companions seem eager to celebrate, with how they’re throwing back ale like there’s no tomorrow.
“We leave Priua tomorrow before dawn, will you be ready? Chion is three weeks away if we’re quick.” Seonghwa asks, eyes searching your own. You give a nod. “Good. We’ll meet in front of this building. Bring all you’ll need.” he says, leaning back into his chair.
Note: I'm not sure how frequently I'll be able to update this with college going on but I'll do my best! I hope to post chapter one in the following week! Feedback is greatly appreciated!
Mini Masterlist
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“You know, I didn’t get to thank you properly earlier.”
“Perhaps because you were too busy running away?” You send him an amused grin.
“I didn’t stray too far. I was close enough to see you bought what I wanted.” He leans forward against the backrest, gesturing with his hands as he speaks. “How about I buy it off you? I swear I’ll pay this time.”
“Hmm.. I’m not sure.” You pick at your nails, seemingly disinterested. “What if I happen to find myself in need of some…”you pause to recall the name of the herb in your possession, but come up short. “What if I plan to keep it?”
He pulls a coin pouch from his satchel and places nearly double the amount you had paid on the table in front of you. “Would this amount suffice?” he asks, lip curling into a smirk. You pretend to contemplate the decision momentarily, tapping your chin.
“I suppose it could.” you say, gathering the coins into your palm and retrieving the bundle of herbs from your bag. As soon as you lay the herbs onto the table, he snatches them away. “What do you plan to use those for anyways? I’ve hardly heard of them before.”
“A friend of mine asked me to retrieve them while we were in town. I have no clue what he plans to do with them.” A loud series of footsteps from the entrance grasp your attention.
“San, who’s the new friend?” Seven more men take seats at your table, all but encircling you.
a/n: this is by far the longest and most thought out fic i've ever written and i'm so proud of it <3 i put so much care and effort into it, so i hope you enjoy!
tags: @seojonneh & @thatswhywerefever
You've got your eyes on the new senior in your music class, and the feeling is unfortunately mutual.
✫彡wordcount: 8k
♡´･ᴗ･`♡ (ಡ‸ಡ)genre:
yandere, college au, angst
ಠ_ಠwarnings/contents:
long read, takes place over a few months, semi-slow burn, yandere behavior, age gap (19-23/college freshman-college senior), bullying, violence(not described towards reader), cursing, nicknames, threats of death(again, not towards reader), online stalking(kinda?), kissing, one(1) horn-ee line that implies they did the deed, emotional vulnerability, yandere&dark themes really shine towards the end, probably part one because i have so many ideas for these two
ヾ(´〇`)ﾉ♪♪♪ song recs:
OTONABLUE by ATARASHII GAKKO!! "i want you to connect to my heart"
Can We Lie Here? by Holy Fawn "the field grows taller and it will never let you go"
First Love/ Late Spring by Mitski "please don't say you love me"
Ptolemaea by Ethel Cain "i am the face of loves rage."
Darkness, I'll Always Be Your Girl by R. Missing "i'm always going to be your girl"
MATURE UNDER THE CUT MDNI
The fourth period of the day is always your favorite. The teacher is kind and helpful. You get to express yourself through music. No one in the class seems to bother you- in fact (even in a class full of seniors) you seemed to make a few friends. The teacher even let you hide out the first few weeks of school during your free period to avoid the chaos that seemed to follow you.
All in all, the music room is your safe place. A smile graces your lips as you round into the large room, greeting a classmate who's by the door gathering his book from the tall closet cabinet.
"Hey, (Y/n)." He welcomes you, turning into the storage and grabbing the book with your name on its spine.
"Thanks, Soobin." You take it with a small bow to your senior and turn to walk with him to your seats. "Oh," you sigh. Someone is in your chair, their face hidden by the musical sheet stand in front of it. You look to Soobin for help, and he simply shrugs before taking your hand and leading you to the back of the room, to your occupied seat.
"Excuse me," he speaks to the man. His head pokes up from behind the stand and he stares at the two of you with an unreadable expression. "Oh, uhm," Soobin stumbles over his words, gesturing to you.
"This is actually where I usually sit," you stammer, avoiding his cold eyes. When he says nothing, and makes no effort to move, just looking at you - Soobin kicks his shoulder with yours, making you stumble. "Well, the intructor likes us in specific places, so that the music is... y'know? Did he sit you here?" You ask slowly, looking at anything but him.
"Ah," he sighs, looking to the unoccupied seat behind him. "He must of pointed to that seat. Sorry." He speaks shortly, slowly setting his violin in the open case at his feet and sliding it back to his seat.
"Thanks..."
Soobin mumbles an apology to the quiet man as he nearly bumps into him on the way to the seat beside yours. You nod shortly at him and take his place, setting your violin in his' place. You fold your book open to the page scribbled on the blackboard behind the teachers piano.
As you set it down on the music stand, you see a book already in its rightful place. You roll your eyes, meeting eyes with Soobin, who has a teasing smile on his face. He knows you well enough to know that you already want to be done with the music room intruder.
You fold the book closed and come face to face with a name newly printed on the front cover with Sharpie.
강여상
"Uhm," you twirl around in the plastic chair, "Sunbae?" You know he's a senior. Everyone beside you and one other student is.
He looks up from the string he's fixing on his violin and his eyes go to his book in your hands. "Sorry," he chimes, slotting his instrument between his knees and taking the book with both hands. Your hands stay frozen in place as you finally take a moment to look at him. And, God, is he gorgeous. He has a birthmark under one of his eyes, that you can't seem to get over. It makes him look somewhat ethereal.
"Yeosang?" You ask, and he nods, eyes flicking away before coming back to yours. "Resonated sound," you offer a smile, and he's a bit taken a-back.
Your friend next to you is even more so. You're willingly conversing with someone other than him? Since when? Where is his (Y/n) and what did you do with her?
"It makes sense that you're a violin player! It resonates the most, I think."
"Oh, really? I didn't ever think of that," he laughs a little bit- and you swear it's the cutest thing ever. You go to speak again, when the instructor beats you to it by telling the class to turn to the song you'll be working on. You turn back around and offer Yeosang a final, small smile, and get your violin situated.
Thursday morning, the class is in a slight chaos as you turn the corner and enter. You, too, are buzzing with anxiety and anticipation. Yesterday, just before the bell, your teacher said that he would be asking a few individuals to try out for a special part in the song for your upcoming performance.
Soobin is already in his seat, bouncing his leg as he reads and re-reads the notes: trying to memorize them. The pretty new guy is one of the only calm ones in the entire room, gently working on one of the parts that he seems to have trouble with.
You take your seat wordlessly and immediately get to work, working the bow over the strings effortlessly. You block out all the other instruments and conversations, letting the music take over your mind. You had spent the better half of last night memorizing the notes and the timing, and the song already comes like a second mature. Music has always been your escape- your friend. You swing the bow away in the final note and let the sound resonate in your ears over the noise around you.
You smile, content with your own performance.
The hair on your arms stands up as an uneasy feeling washes over you. You glance around the room to find the source, and you don't find anything. "Hubae." The voice comes from behind you.
It's Yeosang, with his eyebrows creased in concentration as he looks down at the violin in his lap. You turn half way in your seat, humming in response. "Could you," he hesitates, "could you help me?" It seems like he's a bit ashamed to be asking, avoiding your eyes and mindless fingering out the cords.
"Sure, what do you need help with?" He turns the knob on the back of the stand loose and swivels it around to face you. He has his book marked up with circles and underlines and small singular-worded notes. One part, the one he's been practicing and messing up repeatedly is marked up the most. He points to it.
You slowly sit down your violin in its case and slide your seat beside his, taking up the empty space behind Soobin. "Ah, I had trouble with that too! You aren't the only one," you profess, smiling at him when his eyes flicker toward you for a moment. His face flushes quickly, and you pretend not to notice as you fix the stand to face you.
"So, it's the part where you go from G to A, right?" Yeosang nods, going from cord to cord slowly. "It's cause your fingers aren't warmed up enough." You take his violin gently and hold is loosely by its neck, holding out your other hand. You tap each of your fingers to your thumb quickly, going from your index to your pinky and then back. "Try." He does so, struggling slightly- but slowly getting up to speed with you. He continues the exercise as you sit his instrument in your lap, holding out your cupped hands. His movements halt, and he looks at your opened hands and his beloved instrument placed gently on top of your skirt.
"C'mere." Your reach out your hands and pick his up, slowly rubbing the lowest knuckles, "it's the ones that holds you back the most," you state matter-of-factly. You slowly work his hand for a few moments, before dropping it and handing him his violin. It takes him a few moments to recoup, and he shakes the thoughts from his head as he grabs it.
He places it under his chin and gives a final glance your way before he begins playing. When he reaches the line from hell, he passes by without any trouble, his limber fingers sliding into place fluidly, pressing down the right strings in the right place like he's done it a million times before.
"Beautiful!" He smiles at the compliment, lowering the violin to thank you before the teacher so rudely interrupts you again.
"Who's first?" He asks the class excitedly, locking the portable pianos wheels before leaning back on it. Everyone is silent, and you try to slowly maneuver your way back into your place. "Miss (Y/n)!" He points at your crouched figure, and you pop up from behind Soobins back with tight lips.
"No, thank you, Mr-"
"Come on down!"
You take a deep breath, gathering up your bow and violin and holding back a frown as you sit behind the piano with him. "Ready when you are." The rest of the class resumes their own practicing- save for Yeosang and Soobin: who watch you.
You lift your bow in time with him as he presses down the accompanying keys. You go through the entire verse, not missing a beat or a cord as you play your part. The ending note echoes out in unison with the piano, and you smile at the teacher as he takes down some notes before dismissing you to practice the next verse.
You walk toward Soobin with a new found confidence in life, pumping your fist and whisper-yelling about how you nailed it.
If only you looked back, you would see Yeosang looking at you with something dark swirling in his wide eyes.
Opposite to music and musical theory, lunch was the most dreaded part of your day. Soobin had his at a different time, and your friend Hiyyih was always late on Friday's because of her debate club.
You were left alone for the first 20 minutes of the hour long period, and it was the worst part of every Friday since the school year began.
How or why you grabbed the attention of such a foul senior was beyond you. But it seems like Un Ji has a personal vendetta against you- despite the fact that you had never even looked in her direction until she decided to trip you over during volleyball(why did she even do that? You were on the same team!). Perhaps she had some home problems, or had unpacked trauma, or was simply just that mean. It doesn't matter. What does matter is that she just can't seem to get enough of teasing you.
"There she is!" Her sing-song tone makes the hair on the back of your neck stand at attention. You're always in the same seat waiting for Hiyyih, so why does she bother acting surprised? "God, look at her. All lonely!" The condescending way she laughs alone is enough to make you want to curl up on yourself.
"Mind if we sit?" She and her goonies don't wait for you to respond, and you don't bother to anyhow. You just look down at your lunch with a forming frown. "Ah, don't frown! You'll get ugly..." You look up with your brows furrowed in confusion, and she has a serious expression on her face. A smirk slowly forms as she scans your face. "Oh," she draws out, "too late."
Some of the girls she's with begin laughing, and their giggles echo around your hot ears.
"Hey," Yeosang sits next to you with a smile directed towards you, completely ignoring the existence of Ji.
Your eyes flash to her, and back to him, and back down at your sandwich before you mutter out a hello. "Who's your friend?" She asks you, leaning her elbow on the table and holding her head as she gives him dreamy eyes.
"Oh," he dramatizes, hand to his heart. "I'm Yeosang." He says to her shortly, before turning back to you, "why aren't you eating?" The past two weeks, you and Yeosang have been slowly growing closer. Maybe he's decided it's finally time to join you outside of class.
"Psh, she doesn't need to. Look at her." Ji's desire to woo him is overwhelmed by her desire to tear you down. "So chubby, (Y/n), do you want to work with us during gym?"
Yeosang doesn't let the way your eyes widen with fear slide. His top lip rises as he looks at her in disgust. She seems like she's been knocked over with a feather, staring back at him as her face heats up. "What? I'm only looking out for my friend!" She swipes her hair over her shoulder and moves on from her brief moment of feeling scandalized. "Right?" She looks to her friend, who says something that doesn't quite reach either of you.
He's keeping his eyes on you again, watching as wetness builds up in your eyes. At the grating sound of her voice, he comes up with an idea. He sighs and stands up, "seems I've lost my appetite." You look up from beneath your eyelashes and watch as he takes the long way to a bin, passing behind Ji.
As he does, he makes an effort to cross his foot in front of the other, making himself stumble. "Oh my goodness!" He yells as she screams, the glass of water he had on his tray soaking into her back, loose pieces of food getting stuck in her hair. "Oh, I'm so clumsy." He deadpans as she stands to face him. "My bad." He looks over her shoulder to see you, quickly covering you smile with a hand over your mouth.
"You are so dead!" He slides away from her grasp and back around the table, grabbing your wrist and pulling you along- giving you just enough time to grab your bag before you escape the cafeteria: leaving a screaming Ji in your wake.
"Oh my god, Yeosang!" You begin to laugh as you run. His grip on you wrist slips down to your hand, and you don't protest as he holds it tightly, looking back as he continues to lead you away. His own laughter starts to sound out, dying down soon as you both slow.
He lays down on a cement bench, and you take a seat at the very end of it by his feet. Both of you breath heavily between broken chuckles. He props his head up on his hand and looks down at you.
"She had that coming, huh?"
"Oh, yeah!"
He leans back and gazes up at the clear sky, squinting at the brightness before he fully closes his eyes. "Hate people like that."
A silence envelopes the both of you, save for the blowing wind that cools down your flush face. He listens to your breaths, matching his own to them.
"Thank you, Sunbaemin...I could have handled it, you know, on my own- but I really appreciate it." You rant quickly, placing your hand on his lower leg in a show of gratitude.
He nearly twitches away at the feeling, eyes opening and finding you once again. "No problem." He sits up, "I have to admit... I've seen her bothering you before. I saw what she did to your book last week."
"Oh... yeah. That was one of my favorites."
I know. "I'm sorry I didn't step in earlier."
"It's okay, really. You don't have to stand up for someone you barely know." You offer him a sad smile, and he returns it with a wide one.
"I'll stand up for you." He says. He promises. "I'll protect you from her from now on."
"Really?" You ask abashedly, quickly correcting yourself to, "I mean- I'd really appreciate it, but, you know you don't have to do that for me!"
He tilts his head, seeming as if he's searching your mind. "Of course I do. You deserve better than to be treated like that."
Tears are building up in your eyes, and he quickly adjusts himself to sit with a leg on either side of the bench, scooting closer to you. "(Y/n)..." He draws out. "Please don't cry."
"I'm sorry."
"Why? Why are you sorry, it's okay, ba-It's okay. Come here," he wraps his arms around your shoulders, bringing you closer as you begin to cry silently. "It's okay," he hushes you, sending a death glare in the direction of a student who's giving you both a strange look.
"I'm sorry, Yeosang." Over your own ragged breathing, you don't hear his breath catch in his throat. He tightens his grip on you and rubs his hands up and down your arm comfortingly.
"Don't be sorry. Shh, I'm here now, don't worry, okay?"
His skin is lit ablaze when you wrap your hand around his wrist in search of comfort. "Thank you," you whisper, "no one stands up for me."
"I will."
"And then?!" Hiyyih urges you to continue, hugging her big rabbit plushie tightly as you tell the story of what happened with Yeosang earlier that day. You lean your head over the edge of the bed from your seat on the floor and smile.
"He just kinda... held me? It was really nice, actually. I mean- at first it was a little weird cause, like, obviously: but it was nice!"
"Oh my God," your best friend exclaims, flattening herself on the bed to be closer to your face. "That's so sweet of him! I need to meet this guy and give him the stamp of Hiyyih approval."
"Oh, it's not like that... He's just my senior, seniors take care of juniors they like right? He's just friendly." You back away in confusion when she places the back of her hand on your cheek.
"You're blushing!" She yells, flopping off the bed to join you on the floor as you begin screaming that it's just warm in her room, and she's screaming right back that you have a crush.
"Bahiyyih!" Her brothers voice rings out, making you both stop, making an 'oh shit' face as you hear his heavy footsteps come down the hall. The door opens to reveal her big brother, Kai, with his hand perched on his hip. You feel like he might scold you for being so loud, but he scrambles into the room and shuts the door behind him. He plops down opposite of the both of you and leans forward, "spill."
"It's nothing! He's just a nice guy from my music class." "She's totally whipped for this dude!" You and Hiyyih speak over one another, slapping each others hands down as you both try to emphasize your own point. "Good lord," Kai mumbles, rolling his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. "Start from the beginning."
You and Hiyyih continue interrupting each other every so often as you explain about Yeosang. And when she cuts you off for the third time, Kai reaches over and smacks her upside the head- causing a yelling match between the siblings.
You look down at your hands, thinking back to the way his skin felt under your finger tips. You don't even notice when the Huenings have stopped, now both looking at you. "Ooo, she's doing that thing again," she whisper yells, slapping his arm, "do you think she's thinking about him?"
"I can hear you, dickhead."
"My bad."
A round a laughs goes around, and she leans into your lap, looking up at you. "What were you thinking about, really? Him, right?" You nod a little bit, looking over to her vanity with an idea brewing in your head.
"You really think he likes me? I mean-"
"Of course!" "I think so, yeah."
"Hey, Hiyyih," you break the moment of silence. "Remember when we were in middle school and I had a crush on that one boy?" She looks up, searching her memory before she giggles a bit.
"You trying to say you want another makeover?" You nod with a smile, looking over to the mirror again.
"We're older now! I've been wearing the same lipstick since junior year of high school, I think I should upgrade, right?"
"Totally not to impress Yeosang, right?" Kai smirks, already scooting towards the makeup boxes Hiyyih keeps under her bed. "I can teach you how to do eyeliner, I'm better at it!"
"Hey!" She yells, offended he would make fun of her skills. He only sticks out his tongue and goes back to searching the shoe box full of eye and lip liners.
"You know you don't have to do this to impress him, right? He already likes you. I mean- it's totally obvious. And you're so nice, how can he not?"
"I know," you drag on, "but maybe if I looked a little nicer I would have more confidence? I don't know..."
"Whatever you want, chick," she sits up on her knees and gives you and aggressive forehead kiss before falling back and yanking the box away from her brother. "Give me this," she takes the liner from him, "this isn't her color at all, you crazy?"
"Hi," you slide into the seat across from him and whisper quietly.
Yeosang already has his nose in a notebook book, and he puts it down to smile warmly at you. It's Friday, three weeks have passed since he promised to protect you- and he did just that. He found every reason possible to be near, and his presence was welcomed. At this point, you would even consider him 'friend'. You were hanging out after school.
Your crush on him hasn't died down. Not in the slightest. The more time you spend with him, the more you found yourself drawn into him. He liked similar things and was a beautiful violinist and had a certain aura around him.
He could say the same things about you. The closer he got, the more sucked in he was.
"Hey, Petal."
"How's your day been, Yeo?"
He smiles at the nickname, that same glaze washes over his eyes- the one you catch every so often but you're never quite able to place before he blinks it away. He told you weeks ago you don't have to call him by any honorifics. At first you were hesitant, but soon enough you were Yeo and Petal (which he affectionately nicknamed you after he cought you playing the 'he loves me, he loves me not' game).
"Good, and yours?"
"Good!" You drop the whisper. No one is ever in the large library. Not even the librarian. Just you, Yeosang, and some girl named Lucy who reads on the other side of the room.
"Did Lucas bother you today?"
You roll your eyes. Lucas, also a freshman, has been harassing you to go out with him and won't seem to take no for an answer. "No, thank god. He wasn't there today. So... What are you working on?"
He sits and explains his project, then you explain yours. This is how it is on Fridays and Wednesdays. You sit in each others company and do all of your work, reaching out for help when you get stumped.
It's all easy today, so easy in fact: you fall asleep after you've finished your own work. It takes Yeosang no time at all to notice.
He sits up a bit and looks around. Then he stands up. He takes the seat next to you, slowly lowering his head to rest parallel to yours.
A piece of hair has fallen loosely over your face, swaying with each breath you take. Surely... you won't mind if he fixes it, right?
He moves at a turtles pace until he reaches your face and sweeps back the hair with his fingertips grazing your cheek.
As he studies you, he finally gets a chance to see the new makeup style you've been wearing as of late. It makes you look more mature, more confident. He can't tell if likes it quite yet. But, to be honest, he like's everything you do. Maybe he has a preference, but he can't tell. Because,
"always so pretty."
You stir a bit at his deep whisper, subconsciously leaning toward the warmth of his hand. He flattens his fingers and rests his palm against you. His heart seems to beat out loud: he's shocked it hasn't woken you. When you mumble something, he scoots his face a smidge closer. It sounds like nonsense, but your voice still soothes something that runs wild inside him.
His hand wanders down to the ends of your hair and he twirls his finger around them, letting go gently.
He himself nearly falls asleep, a peace he's never known washing over him with your shallow breaths in his ear.
He's teetering on the edge of unconsciousness when a loud noise disrupts the peace you've created for him. He places his hand on your shoulder, ready to wake you up at a moments notice as he looks around. As the panic settles, and his heartbeat dies back down, he registers that it was just a door.
"Hey," he lightly shakes your shoulder, "wake up." Your eyes flutter open and blink up at him as he cups your face in his hand. "Have a good nap?" He teasingly asks, stroking you cheekbone with his thumb. You groan in response, and tug your arm up. When you place your hand over his and hold it closer to your face, he almost moans at the feeling.
"Should have brought a jacket," you mumble sleepily. "So cold. Your so warm, Yeo." He looks over to his seat, where his large hoodie is draped over the back.
"Do you," he stutters, "do you want my hoodie?" You peek open one of your eyes and glare at him.
"Don't even play with me, really?" You sit up, and his hand falls back to his side. "It's not too much to ask, is it? What if- what if you get cold?" He reaches over the table top and grabs the fabric, handing it over with a promise that he'll be okay without it.
The warmth envelops you, and you sigh contentedly, wrapping your arms around yourself. "Thank you."
His heart flutters as he takes in the sight of you in his clothes and makes a mental note to make sure to turn the thermostat up even in the colder weather so he can hand over more. "Looks good on you." He tries to be nonchalant, but the blush on his cheeks gives him away rather fast. "Blues your color."
"You think?" You lift up the hood and pull the strings just enough to cover your ears before you tie it in a bow. He says nothing, just smiles fondly as you take up your phone. "Oh, I didn't sleep too long! Did you finish your work?"
He shakes his head, "I have some maths left. I just took a break before i torture myself with it."
"I can do maths!" You stand up and run to the other side, searching through his organized papers until you find the math. "Least I can do for you." He watches as you work diligently, the pencil scratching against the paper fills the comfortable silence. Only a few minutes pass until you slam the pencil down dramatically. "Boom, bam!"
He takes the paper and scans it over as he mumbles a thank you. You return to your seat next to him and begin gathering your materials. "Hey, (Y/n)..."
"Yup!" You face him, smile faltering as you see his solemn expression. "What, what's wrong? Did I mess up the work?"
"I really like spending time with you."
You're left with your jaw dropped for a moment, before you gather the courage to speak. "I...I like spending time with you too. It's easy, with you. Y'know? Just feels right! I'm actually... well, I'm really glad you transferred to Mr. Canessa class." You ramble on, speaking with you hands and not noticing that he's tearing up until one of his tears hit the table. "Oh, Yeosang! I'm sorry!" You scoot your chair closer and wrap your arms around his shoulders, cradling his head.
He sniffles quietly and simply lets you hold him, hushing him and sniffling along with him. "Why are you crying?" He asks through his sobs. "Why are you?" You ask right back.
"Because I want to kiss you so badly."
You pull away slowly and look at his teary eyes through your own. "I want to protect you from Ji, and from everyone. And I want- I want you to warm up my hands before I play. I don't ever want you to call me Sunbaenim again because I wish you saw yourself as my equal because that's what y-" You shut him up by rewrapping your arms around him, crying harder into his shoulder. The sound of your cries triggers his own, and he latches onto you like a kola, bringing you into his lap. "I'm so sorry, (Y/n), I think I'm falling in love with you."
There's a beat of quiet until you speak, "what if I'm falling in love with you, too?"
He cries into your shoulder, grip tightening around your waist. "Please, don't say things like that." He feels you tug at his hair gently and leans his head back to look up at you.
"Not even if I mean it?"
"Do you? Mean it?"
"Yes."
He grins weakly as you begin to wipe up his tears with the paw of the hoodie. "Petal?" He blinks anxiously as you hum in response. "Can I kiss you?"
You answer him with your lips on his, and it takes him a good moment to catch up. He closes his eyes and lets himself melt into you.
He falls into his back, a deep sigh passing his lips. He looks up at the ceiling and just thinks.
Your third date together had just ended: successfully in his opinion. It was barely different from the time you two had spent together before the library, but at the same time it felt all new. With your feelings out in the open you no longer had to hold back. He openly admired you, not bothering to hide his flushed face when you complemented him or avoided eye contact as his eyes shined with that unplaceable glaze.
He doesn't know why... he can't understand. How do you have him wrapped around your little finger so tightly in such a short time?
Is it the way your touch always leaves goosebumps in your wake? The way your hands work so diligently to make awe-inspiring music? Maybe, it's the way you smile when you see him. The smile that's reserved just for him? That could be it...
His phone buzzes with a small ding on his stomach. The ring tone he assigned just to you, a small bird song.
He opens the message in the next second, smiling like an idiot at the words you've typed out.
i had lots of fun ! i'm still laughing at your jokes haha
...
The phone vibrates in his hands.
where should we go next time ?
His thumbs work quickly to respond, going back and forth as he tries to come up with a good response.
You choose next time :) Show me someplace nice, Petal
He closes out the app and opens Instagram, hovering over the search bar for a moment before he finally typed in your user. He moves fluidly to it, having done this a million times before. You haven't posted in a while, but you have a new story. He clicks on your icon- a phone of you and your best friend (Bahiyyih, was it? He'll have to look into her.) making kissy faces.
The photo you've put on your story is on you took while with him. When a small lizard jumped on your table and tried to steal one of his french fries. You snapped a picture of him with his hand over his mouth in shock, staring at the lizard as it tries to drag a french fire that's bigger than it is.
He smiles fondly, snapping a screen shot of the memory. When the page refreshes, he sees that you have a new 'saved story' category. It's named "Yeo★".
The only other one on your page is called "Huening hoes". He's seen all of them a million times, but he still takes his time to click through it. It's pictures of you and Bahiyyih, of just her, and occasionally her brother. They, along with Choi Soobin, seemed to be your closest (if not only) friends.
At first, he was suspicious of the older Huening- but his nerves calmed down when he noticed the difference in your comments to them. On Yeosangs post of him playing the violin, he got a heart emoji. On kai.ning 's post of him and his track team: 'only went to see you fall... disappointed' followed by a sad face and a begging emoji.
His favorite by far was posted the day he stepped up to Ji. You are sitting in between Kai's legs as he does your hair, a bottle of nail polish in one hand and the brush in the other, a big grin on your face as your head is leaned back in laughter.
More often than not, he finds himself thinking what it would be like to have been there. To hear your laughter, to be the cause of it. He loves that laugh. He loves it so much. He'd give anything to have it all to himself. To have you all to himself.
He groans, locking his phone and rolling over with a frown.
He doesn't know why or how you have his heart on a string. You have him bewitched. How? Is it your eyes? Which look at him like he's a most valuable piece of art? Is it your lips? So soft and open for his taking? Maybe, your hands? Such a delicate embrace that leaves him begging for more?
God... he wonders what it would be like to fall asleep in your safe embrace.
He's fully fallen for you, and he's fallen hard. Why? Was it your kind nature? The way you didn't hesitate to help him when he acted like he didn't know how to play that verse? Was it the way you hung onto him when Ji passed by, silently begging him to protect you? Maybe- maybe the way that you held onto his shoulders as you moaned, so tightly that your nails left indentations for two whole days? It had to have been the way you rested your forehead against his with your eyes closed blissfully after your first kiss. The excited look in your eyes as you rambled about your interests?
He loved it all. He wanted it all. And he'd do anything to keep it. To keep you.
Kang Yeosang never knew fear until the day he answered the phone to your broken sobs at exactly 12:47 AM. You cried and cried for him, begging for him to help you. And he did. He took his keys and followed your shared location to the school. He ran all the way to where he knew he would find you.
He slams the double doors to the music room open and pauses for a moment until he sees your cowered figure by the rack of guitars, leaning on the wall with your head in your hands.
He yells out to you, sliding to his knees in-front of you. "Oh, precious thing," he pushes your hands down and takes your face in his own, "what happened to you?" His heart stops beating in his chest.
Your eyes are puffy and red. But that's the least of his concerns. You have dried blood that's dripped down your nostril. A forming bruise on the side of your face.
"Who did this to you?"
The second you explain what happened, he's back on his feet, ready to hunt down that bitch Un Ji.
"Yeo, please!" You hold onto the back of his calve, sticking him in place. "Don't," you plead, "please, don't go." He sits back down on the tile floor with you.
"My Petal," he begins to tear up, "they've crushed you." You can't say anything more, simply crying as you hold his hands tightly, attempting to stop the way your whole body trembles. "She put her fucking hands on you, (Y/n). She bruised you, she made you cry, look at what she did to your violin! She needs to learn her god damn lesson. She isn't better than anyone, and she certainly isn't better than you."
Your blurry vision turns to your prized instrument, now just a mess of broken wood and snapped strings. And the sight only makes you cry more. "Don't worry," he pulls you into his chest and wraps his arms around you, kissing the top of your head. "I'll fix it... I'll fix it all." You hang onto him for dear life, sobbing into him.
"Baby," he hums, swiping away your tears the second you lean away. "I hate to see you cry like this," he holds you gently as he leans his head on yours to imitate what has become a habit of yours. "Breath with me, c'mon. You're okay now." You bite your lip to hold back your cries, eventually evening out your breathing to match his.
"You'll be okay?" He goes to stand again, and is once again stopped when you keep your grip on his hand.
"What will you do?"
"I'll just scare her. Show her to stay away."
And he plans on keeping his word to you, he truly does, but when he sees Ji all alone on the top of the stairs, all his mind can think is how 'this fucking bitch deserves to die for putting her hand on you'.
"Un Ji!"
She stands up and looks down at him with an expression of coldness, mirroring the same one he has. Only, with less rage. "I'll fucking kill you," he grabs her by her neck and pushes her to the cold ground, following her as she tries to back away. "What the fuck, dude?!"
She grabs his wrist and tries to pry it away, but he won't let up: clouded by his anger. "You are such a stuck up little bitch! You think you get to walk all over her? You think you get to touch her and get away with it? Huh? Answer me, cunt!"
"You fucking psycho, get away from me!" She struggles. He throws her down by the grip he has on her neck and lets her head slam onto the hard floor.
She's still dazed, her vision blurry from the bang to her head, when he crouches down to her level. "I should kill you." He smirks as she uncoordinatedly tries to scramble away. "I really should, but... I don't think (Y/n) would come around to that. She will come around to this though."
"Wha-" her question is cut off when he stands quickly and stomps on her hand. "Fuck, what the fuck," she screeches, trying to pull her hand back when he steps down harder and a crunch rings out. She lets her head fall to the ground, soaking it with her tears.
"Was it this hand you struck her with?" He moves to kick the other one out from under her, and steps down lightly. "Or this one?" When she doesn't answer, he crushes her hand anyway. "Best be safe." She yells and yells, but the only other person in the building this late is you; and your too occupied with the remnants of your instrument to hear her.
"Please, stop!" He lifts his foot, and for a moment she things she's got through to him. Then he swings his leg back and brings it forward to her gut with force. She attempts to roll over, but finds no splice as he just kicks her back instead. "Low life," he groans, "fucking piece of trash."
He forces her to lay down on her back with a sneaker placed to her shoulder. "Are you crying?" He coos mockingly, "awww." He bends down, pinching her cheek harshly. "Should have fucking thought about the consequences."
He replaces his foot with his knee, putting all of his weight down on her shoulder until she's slapping his leg, begging him to stop as he crushes it. "When someone asks you what happened, you say Lucas Montgomery did it, got that?"
He plans on taking down two birds with one stone, knowing that the socially inept Lucas wouldn't have anyone to use as an alibi.
"Ye-yeah."
"Hey, Un Ji... who did this to you?"
"Lucas." She coughs. Blood dribbles down her chin.
"Un Ji-ah," he yells into her face, "who did this to you."
"Lucas did! Lucas Montgomery!"
"Good. Make it believable, too." He kicks her down and gives her one last glance full of hatred with a threat, "cause next time, I won't stop until I can hand her your head on a stick."
He leaves her crying on the upstairs floor as he returns to you. He finds you, nearly unmoved from where he left you. Gathering up the broken pieces of your violin and attempting to do the same to your heart.
"Yeo?" You stand up and embrace him the second he crosses into the room, wrapping your arms around his waist and listening to his heavy breathing.
When you back up, you see a splatter of red on the tip of his sneakers. "Are you okay? Is that blood?" He cups your face in his hand and caresses his thumb over the bruise. "Yeosang!" He blinks back into reality. "Is that blood?"
You reach for the closed door behind him, when he grabs your wrist and pushes it back to your side. "You don't need to see that."
"Don't nee- what did you do?" He pushes you further into the room by your shoulder softly. "Yeosang, what did you do to her? You said you were just going to scare her!"
"She's scared," he says nonchalantly. "She won't bother you again." When you ask if he hit her, he almost scoffs a laugh. "I crushed her... I crushed her just like she did to you."
You don't know what's come over him, but you don't like it. This isn't the Yeosang you've been falling in love with. This Yeosang is scaring you.
"I want to go home, now."
He nods, "I'll take you."
"No." You speak all too quickly for his liking. "I don't want... I don't want to be near you right now. How can you... you did exactly what she did to me."
He grabs onto your forearm tightly, pulling you back as you try to leave and pushing you onto the wall next to the whiteboard.
"My beautiful flower," he hums, cool knuckle sliding down your cheek and across your jaw.
"Yeosang." His name is whispered like that of a devil, so quiet that he can barely pick up on the emotions lacing your voice. "We shouldn't... we should stop before we get more involved. I'm- I don't think-"
"No," he grumbles, pushing off the wall and going to pace around the music room. "You don't get it," he yells, kicking one of the sheet stands. You yelp involuntarily, backing into the chalkboard as his cold gaze finds you. "You don't get it," he begins to laugh, raking a hand through his hair.
"Sunbae-"
"Don't fucking call me that!" His conscience is filled with guilt as he hears the word, but it's quickly overwhelmed by the butterflies that fill his gut as he sees you cowering against the wall. "Don't call me that," he repeats in a soft, whining voice. As he approaches, you scoot behind the teachers piano, using it as a barrier between the both of you.
"Why are you scared," he asks. Wether it's genuine or teasing, you can't seem to tell.
"Please, stop. Lets just go our separate ways."
He places his hands on the top of the wooden piano, smirking as he unlocks the wheels with the tip of his sneakers. He pushes it to the side harshly, making the keys clang and echo around the room as it collides with the double doors. "Yeosang, please! You're scaring me!"
"Don't worry," he purrs as he crowds you, taking your hands in his and holding them between you: pressing his body against yours and effectively trapping you.
"Oh, Petal," his voice is truly mocking now, but it goes away as quickly as it came. "We are already involved. Do you have any idea what I would do for you? Huh? Any idea what I'm willing to do? What I did to that bitch is nothing compared to what I'm willing to do..." He places his forehead to yours, breathing in the smell of your sweet conditioner and listening to your ragged breaths. For a single moment, he feels like he's in heaven.
Then, the sirens come into ear shot.
Eyes wide, filled to the brim with tears that you refuse to let fall, you search his cold gaze. "What did you do?"
"I told you that I would protect you, yeah? That's exactly what I did." He leans his face impossibly closer to yours, "I have a feeling she won't be bothering you. Not as long as I'm around."
You turn your head to the side, avoiding his eyes as your tears fall. "Hey!" The grip he has on your chin is rough, probably rough enough to bruise.
"Yeo, please," you sob, subconsciously wrapping both your hands around his free one: which is still perched against your stomach.
"Look at me," he all but begs, shifting his weight around anxiously as you slowly turn your eyes to face him.
"I didn't do anything wrong, you know that right? She may have got hurt, but... after everything she did to you? That cunt had it coming. Okay?"
"Mhm." You bite your lip, nodding tightly in his grasp. "I'm sorry, Yeo."
"I know, baby." He places a chaste kiss to your cheek. He releases his death grip and taps your cheek gently with a smile. "I just want to protect you. You'll let me, won't you?"
The sirens are full force, ringing through the school. The lights flash through the tall window.
"Won't you?" He leans his head down and brushes his lips against you, almost begging.
"Yeah." You mumble into his lips, letting him kiss you deeply.
