⋆｡౨ৎ ˚. beya

✫ hi! you can call me beya | she/her. — oii! você pode me chamar de beya. pt/br & eng.

✫ english is not my first language!

✫ requests are open

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music moves my mind, so many of my inspirations come from lyrics on my no repeat!

STALKER!SAN — who saw you for the first time in a café before work, and since then started learning your schedule.

STALKER!SAN — who saw you as the most beautiful angel in existence, and felt that he should sweep away all the filth around you - from small problems to bothersome people.

STALKER!SAN — who followed you home after work, watching your window from afar until your bedroom light went out and the bedside lamp came to life.

STALKER!SAN — who discovered your apartment password with ease, and entered it frequently while you slept deeply, unaware of the man occupying your living room.

STALKER!SAN — who boiled with rage whenever you smiled at another man who wasn’t him, whether at work or out of politeness in a line, and so he quickly planned a list of filth that needed to be cleaned.

STALKER!SAN — who was a man with a sweet, innocent smile, charming his victims into dead-end streets from which they would never return home, because at some point they had crossed paths with you - and he didn’t like that.

STALKER!SAN — who one day washed the blood off his hands in the sink of yet another victim, that victim being the man who worked with you. Poor man - he was just a coworker who was a little too friendly, who had smiled at you for far too long.

STALKER!SAN — who, one beautiful day, was back at the same café as you, accidentally spilling coffee on your laptop keyboard, trying to calm you down with the promise of paying for the repair.

STALKER!SAN — who lied, but for a good cause. He needed to stay in contact with you, sending a message like: “Hey! Tomorrow I’ll be taking it to someone I know. Maybe we could meet after that - what do you think?”

STALKER!SAN — who personally opened every piece of your computer that same night, cleaning the sticky, half-dried liquid while whispering countless quiet “sorry”s to you.

STALKER!SAN — who, while texting you during the day under the excuse of having your laptop, watched your reactions through the glass of your window from across the street, meticulously calculating every comma he sent you. After all, he knew everything about you - he was creating the perfect man just for you.

STALKER!SAN— who, with your laptop taken apart, installed several chips inside the casing, immediately connecting them to his own phone.

STALKER!SAN — who was mesmerized when he accessed your computer, easily discovering the password thanks to his system control; spending the entire night scrolling through every photo in your cloud, opening your apps and browsing your search history.

STALKER!SAN — who studied you. He wanted to know every second of your day: who you talked to, what you did on your own laptop, who you texted and how you replied, which photos you kept and which were in your trash, what notes were in your calendar, and who you called.

STALKER!SAN — who, returning your laptop days later with a smile, said he could make it up to you with a dinner as another apology - and you accepted. After all, who would refuse an invitation from such a handsome man with such cute dimples?

STALKER!SAN — who, as he grew closer to you, manipulated you into always choosing him and no longer making decisions on your own. He controlled who you talked to, what you did, and when you left the house.

STALKER!SAN — “Do you already have plans for today? Oh, it’s okay, I understand.. I worked so hard on the surprise, I didn’t know you’d say no. Could you reconsider, please?”

STALKER!SAN — “I don’t really like that friend of yours. You said it yourself - she called me controlling, but you know that’s a lie, right? She’s just jealous of the boyfriend you have.”

STALKER!SAN — “Could you say you’re not going, please? I already had plans for us - something just ours..”

STALKER!SAN — “Who are you talking to? I didn’t know you knew this guy. Is he someone new at work?”

STALKER!SAN— “You can have all my passwords just like I’ll have yours, right? That’s how relationships work - it’s nothing serious!”

STALKER!SAN — who, after moving in with you, said he could easily support both of you with his job as a programmer, making you quit the company and keeping you at home, safe from the filthy world around you.

♯ synopsis: your insecurities spoke louder, but Mingi helped you understand what truly mattered.

♯ bf ! mingi x reader

♯ notes: english is not my first language

♯ tw: self-image insecurities, frustration, a bit of angst, and lots of fluff.

"I promise i’m almost done.." you whispered, barely audible, to your boyfriend - who was sitting on the toilet lid in the bathroom.

"You’re taking forever.." he grumbled, impatient, eyes closed. Mingi had been in the bathroom with you for almost an hour, trapped in that tiny space because he wanted to make his girlfriend happy; the original plan was simply to try out your new makeup.

You assumed you weren’t skilled, so after applying a few layers of foundation and other liquid products, things started to fall apart inevitably. You thought that doing it on someone else might give you a better sense of color matching, and maybe you could hold someone’s eyelid and finally understand how to draw a decent winged liner from another angle.

"It’s a little crooked… i—i’ll fix it, wait" you murmured again, so close to Mingi that your breaths mixed, and his heartbeat was audible. He seemed to want to soothe you; his hands rested on your waist, loosening only when you turned to grab another product from the cluttered counter.

Your hands trembled when you tried to use your fingertip to fix the corner of his eye. You were certain a cat-eye wasn’t supposed to look like that. Muttering under your breath in frustration, you wiped everything off with a makeup remover, taking the foundation with it.

"I’m sorry… i’m not good at this. I thought that with new products, maybe i’d magically be good, pretty for you. I’m really sorry.." you confessed, guilt heavy in your voice. Irritation welled up in you - along with a feeling of uselessness - for not being able to do what you assumed all women naturally knew.

Vanity was never your strength. You took care of yourself, sure, but ever since social media convinced you that to be attractive you needed a "perfect" face, you’d been stuck in this dilemma. You had recently walked into a store full of fancy products; they were beautiful, and you ended up in line paying a fortune for things you didn’t even know how to use.

Mingi noticed - he always notices - especially when your shelf suddenly filled with products he’d never seen before. He didn’t question it at first; if it was something you chose, why would he stop you? Mingi wasn’t like that. He liked spoiling you, letting you be free.

Lost in your own mind, you didn’t even notice when his fingers tightened around your waist, grounding you and pulling you out of that spiral. Now, with his eyes open, he smiled softly at you with those bright, jaboticaba-dark eyes.

"I can almost hear your thoughts… relax" his voice was a balm - a powerful calm that loosened your grip on the makeup you were squeezing without realizing it.

"I kept quiet about this because I thought it was something you wanted, and I didn’t want to interfere… but now I think you might be forcing yourself" His tone was careful, gentle, testing the waters of your emotions. "Talk to me. I want to hear you"

"Do you want to tell me why you’re doing all this?" he asked, leaning down to rest his cheek against your stomach through your hoodie, hugging you in the awkward position you both were stuck in. He was your anchor - always - but it was your choice to open up. He would never pressure you.

"I wanted to be prettier, you know? I look in the mirror and see something so… plain. I saw online that-" But Mingi’s calm listening was suddenly broken by a confused look, almost comical.

"Wait… what? You were following some random internet standard?" he asked, the question sounding absurd when said aloud.

"I… maybe? I don’t know, Mingi. I’ve been seeing it for a while" Shame flushed through you. "You’re so handsome, unbelievably attractive - with or without makeup. All these products only highlight what you already have. And I have nothing"

You shoved everything back into your makeup bag - once mostly empty, now overflowing.

"I understand your feelings and your thoughts, but I don’t agree with them" Mingi finally replied after a long silence of simply listening. His hands left your waist, taking your hands and gently guiding you out of the bathroom so you could finally breathe fresh air. Quietly, he sat you on the bed and nestled beside you. He chose his next words with care.

"Consuming unrealistic online content is practically inevitable, but we need to choose what we allow inside of us"

You didn’t want to speak anymore - just listen.

"I don’t know what made you believe you aren’t beautiful" he continued, tenderness dripping from every word as he traced soft shapes on your skin. "To me, you are the most beautiful woman alive - even when you wake up, even when you come home tired from work. Your glow is fascinating, and your personality only amplifies the extraordinary things about you. If you want to wear makeup because you want to, that’s good. I’ll even enjoy being part of your endless bathroom sessions"

That made you laugh - until you noticed the tears forming in your eyes, and sniffled. You hadn’t realized how sensitive you were.

"But if something external is planting this in you, telling you that you need to… then I have to say I don’t think it’s healthy. Your beauty is unique. My heart gets nervous every time I look at the woman beside me - the woman who chose to love me. I feel lucky and happy knowing we’re forever"

He lifted his head to look directly into your eyes, as if trying to engrave his words into your soul.

You held his gaze, letting the words sink in - the kind that deserved to stay inside you.

And then you understood.

You understood that admiring someone can be healthy - to a point. We all have inspirations, but that doesn’t mean we should lose our identity. Living in someone else’s shadow, especially online, is a fragile line you needed to learn to navigate. You were still on your path of self-discovery - but at least you weren’t walking it alone.

"Mingi" you whispered, pressing your forehead to his, brushing your lips against his with tenderness. "Is this a good time to tell you that your cheek is red and your eyes look green and pink? like elphaba and glinda"

♯ synopsis: Headcanons about little parts of your day with san!

♯ bf ! san x fem ! reader.

♯ n/a: english is not my first language !!

tw: established relationship, fluff, mention of idol!san

bf!san — who, upon waking up, wraps his arms tightly around your waist, asking for five more minutes, caught between the obligation to get up and the desire to fall back asleep.

bf!san — who was forced to get up because he needs something you called a "job" he didn’t quite understand; he still seemed to be dreaming.

bf!san — who follows you around the house in the morning, still sleepy, holding onto the hem of your shirt because he "doesn’t want to lose you this early"

bf!san — who showers with you because he wants to "save water" and says it’s a special day. (today isn’t special at all, it’s just a tuesday)

bf!san — while you’re also getting ready for work, he makes coffee and tries to draw ears on the pancakes, then adds strawberries because he wants you to feel proud of him.

bf!san — in return, you gave him lots of kisses and told him they were "the best pancakes with ears in the world!"

bf!san — who puts your lunchbox inside your bag because he knows you forget it sometimes, and leaves a little sticky note saying "eat well!! >:(" with a tiny heart doodle.

bf!san — who tries to help you pick your outfit but gets distracted because "you look cute in everything" and then gets proud of himself for saying that.

bf!san — when you left for work together, he dropped you off at your workplace and only left after making sure you were safely inside, waiting for you to go in before continuing his own journey.

bf!san — obviously, there were lots of waves, smiles, and pouty little kisses until you got out of the car.

bf!san — who worked hard at his job because he loved what he did, but also loved you; so during his breaks he kept sending you lots of text messages, voice notes, and links to cute TikTok videos saying "reminds me of you :D"

bf!san — who worked hard until the very last second, but when he left the office and headed straight home, his smile was huge just thinking about seeing you again. Those dimples were always there, you know.

bf!san — who, upon arriving home, kicked off his shoes right at the door, saying, "honey, i’m home!" with contagious enthusiasm because his day had been good.

bf!san — who laughs at everything you say in the evening because he’s finally relaxed, and you’re literally his favorite person.

bf!san — who curls up next to you at night, tracing shapes on your back with his fingertips until you fall asleep first, he always waits for you.

♯ sinopse: apenas um curto pensamento de como seria o tipo de amor de Yeosang.

♯ bf! yeosang x reader

tw: nenhum, apenas puro fluff.

Yeosang não é do tipo que usa uma sequência de palavras sem profundidade, ele age, ele faz. Com sua personalidade reclusa e intimista, em público é o cara que timidamente está segurando suas mãos por baixo da mesa, fazendo carícias circulares com a ponta dos dedos - e mesmo que não diga nada, isso significa um "estou aqui com você", "estou a apoiando em qualquer decisão que tomar agora", "não tenha medo, serei sua proteção".

A dinâmica muda as vezes quando estão no próprio conforto. Juntos em casa em um final da tarde, ele despejaria tudo o que esteve pensando durante o dia todo pra você ouvir, coisa que fazia com um sorriso, pois para Yeosang compartilhar as palavras em seu coração, significa que há uma confiança inabalável no relacionamento.

Depois de tanto tempo de relacionamento, você aprendeu que nem sempre ele irá se abrir com as palavras certas - ele gagueja e desiste de falar; ele não consegue terminar um pensamento coerente ou ele simplesmente tem bobagens na ponta da língua - mas suas atitudes são claras e coesas, Yeosang é seu porto seguro e reconhece não ser falador, então ele busca diversos meios para que se sinta amada imensamente, pois ele guarda secretamente um medo obscuro de que um dia você se canse do jeitinho dele.

Sorte dele que você acha tudo uma graça, e que mesmo que isso seja diferente de qualquer outro relacionamento que já teve - com ele você vê estabilidade, amor infindável e segurança.

Bônus: Yeosang tem perfeitamente toque físico e atos de serviço como linguagem do amor

♯ synopsis: Destined to watch over you, what would happen if something deeper began to bloom?

♯ angel ! wooyoung x reader

♯ n/a: english is not my first language !!

tw: light angst, friendship slowly turning into affection, and a major turning point in his celestial journey.

Designated to watch over your safety, he had always been very present in your life since your teenage years. Not that you didn’t need care before, but God personally looked after every child because they are pure of heart.

He couldn’t understand how you could be such a stubborn and rebellious teenager. Thankfully, you were now a mature and self-assured adult; he’d had a lot of work back then. Angels are divine beings that humans usually cannot see, only feel - and you began to feel his presence some time ago, when wooyoung slipped up and revealed his true form while you were crossing the street. From that moment on, you saw that man often, almost as if he were following you.

Wooyoung wasn’t supposed to be seen, but he wanted you to see him, so he started having these little ‘slips’ on purpose, just so you would remember him - no one ever forgot his appearance once they saw it. It was supposed to be just a sweet smile toward him; you were incapable of feeling fear whenever you exchanged glances with the man you assumed lived in your neighborhood. Wooyoung was always very kind, smiling back at you. And every time you finally gathered the courage to start a conversation, he would mysteriously disappear into the crowd. What the hell?!

On the other hand, Wooyoung felt something that had never happened to him before. Revolt. He felt outraged at being forbidden from being with someone who had been destined for him. He didn’t know when he was born or how he grew up, but he found himself watching over your life just as he had cared for so many others - so why were you special? He couldn’t understand how your smile hit him so deeply, how your sweet actions made him laugh, and how your beautifully flawed human nature fascinated him. Everything about you was radiant to him.

'You cannot' That was the order he received on the night when, against his very nature, he ignored his principles and knocked on your door. That night became the most memorable day of his existence - the moment you finally looked directly into his eyes and answered every question, responding to him as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Unfortunately, his excuse was flimsy; you had supposedly 'dropped your wallet on the street' and he had come politely to return it. After that night, Wooyoung was taken back to the heavens for celestial judgment. Under no circumstance are angels allowed to interact directly with humans, breaking the first rule of coexistence. His purity was torn away, and his wings were stained. He was officially cast out for discovering love.

♯ synopsis: What if they had a crush on you?

♯ ot8! ateez x fem ! reader.

♯ n/a: english is not my first language !!

tw: fluff, friends to lovers, a little dirty mind.

Kim Hongjoong ✦ 김홍중

This man. This man would get nervous, ears turning red, just by having you nearby. His admiration is immense, and can’t help but fall for you more and more every time you’re together. The friendly bond you share is so beautiful and pure; the conversation flows easily, and even when you’re both quiet, your gentle actions speak for you. After years of being your friend - and a complete fool for you - Hongjoong has decided that this weekend he’s going to give you one of the best days of your life. And that involves a ring! Please, accept being his girlfriend. He would die for your 'yes' and he can’t wait to kiss you.

Park SeongHwa✦ 박성화

It would be the lightest and most beautiful thing to ever happen to him. As your friend, Seonghwa is a perfect gentleman and always present. With his soft voice and calm actions, he would celebrate your achievements and plan relaxing Fridays for the two of you after working so hard. His adoration for you is so great that it became obvious when he started treating you in a deeper way, wishing to stop being just a friend and become a partner for the rest of your lives. But don’t worry - he’ll make sure to be in paradise with you, especially because he already feels like he’s on cloud nine every time he meets your eyes, and he dreams of kissing your lips; but he avoids thinking about it too much or he’ll go crazy.

Jeong Yunho ✦ 정윤호

His favorite part of the day is when he manages to make you laugh. And everything gets even better when you make him laugh - while he wipes the tears from the corner of his eyes and smiles from ear to ear, he thinks his heart is hopelessly yours, with no way back. Your bond was unique and unbreakable. It started with him just being your next-door neighbor, then a simple 'good morning' in the elevator, until the two of you found yourselves walking up and down the hallways together. And that’s when Yunho knew he was doomed; after all, he shouldn’t be thinking about what it would be like to make out with his neighbor so intensely, or how soft your skin must feel beneath your winter coats, or what kind of sounds you would make… He definitely daydreams way too much, and now he’s embarrassed for having such a dirty mind.

Kang Yeosang ✦ 여상

It all started small and innocent. When he first saw you, someone just as shy as he was, he immediately wanted to protect you. You could barely speak while looking directly into each other’s eyes before - and neither could he - and now look at you two! Sharing an ice cream in the town square at sunset, and he’s exactly where he always wanted to be. Your friendship would flow with gentleness, laughter, and end-of-day meetups, and when Yeosang caught himself desperately longing to see you at other moments, more intimate ones, he knew his heart had found a name. 'I found this new place, we should go together! When are you free?' he would text, all nervous, letting negative thoughts creep in and convince him that you’d soon get tired of his presence, that he was kind of annoying to talk to, and… 'today!! :D i think i saw an ad for that place, how did you know i wanted to go?? you’re the best!!' and thankfully, you would respond so well, soothing the poor heart of this lovesick boy.

Choi San ✦ 최산

He would be pouting so hard, lips pushed forward, because he can’t understand why you can’t hold his hand. So what if you’re doing your nighttime skincare? Can’t you spare one hand just to touch him? San was frustrated. 'I already told you I won’t take long' you’d say to your friend who secretly had a crush on you. 'You said that minutes ago and I’m still here.. lonely' he would mumble not-so-secretly, because he’s terrible at hiding his feelings; he’s always been transparent like that. You’d let out a deep sigh while spreading another product on your cheek, a small smile appearing as you said, ‘okay, come here,’ and then you’d have a giant man wrapped around your waist from behind, now completely smiling because he finally got to hold the person he not-so-secretly loves the most. You smiled too, even happier, because you returned his feelings - but you were far too shy to talk about it openly. But don’t worry, Choi San will wait for you patiently

Song Mingi ✦ 송민기

He would be so goofy trying to hide it - this man has height and muscles, but absolutely no defenses. Poor boy. You’ve been friends for so long that it’s become routine for him to come to your place and walk in without knocking, or even sleep over for a day or two, who cares? The best part is waking up to an exotic smell of breakfast, and you’re still not sure if your stomachache was because of it, but you’re not too worried, because Song Mingi is always by your side asking: 'what do you need?', 'do you want to eat something? soup, maybe? I can buy it, just tell me..' You started noticing how close he’d gotten. Before, he was just one of your many good friends in your contacts list - now he was your emergency number, and your whole family knew him. This big man would show up all clingy and smiling in your life, and he’d never leave again, because from the moment he laid eyes on you, he was determined to be yours forever.

Jung Wooyoung ✦ 정우영

Full of smiles and little annoyances, this man would never let you forget his presence. Ever since he started talking to you about the weather while you were both waiting in the coffee shop line, he never shut up again. Your meetups at the café stopped being weekly and became daily, until the day he asked for your number — but that was a while ago. Now, with a solid friendship between you, he’s the talkative type who’s always exchanging the silliest messages with you.. until the fateful day he realized that breathing without you wasn’t possible. He had never felt like this before, and it was the only time Wooyoung went two whole days without talking to you.

The sudden silence made you nervous - he always texted first, and you had grown used to that little routine you two shared - until on the third night, he knocked on your apartment door with an unfamiliar expression and messy hair.

'I don’t know what’s happening, but… it’s been a while since I cared about the coffee shop. I only go because you like it. I don’t even like caramel frappuccinos, but it’s your favorite and it makes you smile, so I always order two because magically the barista “messed up” my order. I can’t get through my day properly because we’re apart. I only think about you, about seeing your smile, please..'

He’d say that while slowly stepping inside your home, lowering himself until his knees touched the floor, hugging your waist tightly and resting his cheeks against your stomach. Wooyoung’s slightly unpredictable way of being. And suddenly, you felt less anxious - because you weren’t the only one doing silly things or having forbidden thoughts. Your friendship had long turned into something stronger, and thank God, you finally knew you could speak without ruining everything

Choi Jongho ✦ 최종호

He is so serene and steady that even when he’s hopelessly in love, he never loses his composure. Since you were a friend of one of his friends, the connection between you two was inevitable - just like the way he fell in love with your smile, your way of speaking, or the look in your eyes when you talk about something you adore.

In the beginning, Jongho went into denial. How could he balance work, family, and love if sometimes he barely had time for himself? But those worries faded as the months passed, because now.. you occupied a big part of his schedule. Jongho wasn’t much of a talker - he was someone who watched and acted - and before he realized it, you were together every day: visiting new attractions in the city, trying new menus, or mysteriously getting lost on a random street and ending up at a concert of your favorite singer - the one you were sad you couldn’t see because the tickets had sold out.

That was his way: quietly building a home in your life, sharing time with you until the connection between you became undeniable. And then came the first kiss at your doorstep after another day spent together, both of you smiling like dreamy teenagers, as if anything were possible. And it really was. Jongho is going to make it possible.

𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 (𝐟) ✫ 𝐮𝐩𝐬𝐞𝐭/𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 (𝐮/𝐞) ✫ 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 (𝐬) ✫ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 (𝐠)

✦ Kim Hongjoong

bad desire — demon x reader (g)

bf!hongjoong — love language (f)

✦ Park Seonghwa

puppeteer – traveler x enchantress (g)

✦ Jeong Yunho

somebody's watching me part 1 – 2 - 3 — viewer x camgirl (s)

✦ Kang Yeosang

eternity — bf x reader (u/e)

19:56 — bf x reader (f) pt/br

✦ Choi San

bf!san — headcanons; a day with him (f)

stalker!san (g)

✦ Song Mingi

paranoia — human-robot x scientist (g)

17:07 — bf x reader; helping with insecurities (e/f)

✦ Jung Wooyoung

forbidden fruit — angel x human (g)

✦ Choi Jongho

suffering — neighbor x reader (f)

✦ OT8

they have a crush on you (f)

♯ synopsis: Headcanons about hongjoong's love language

♯ bf ! hongjoong x fem ! reader.

♯ n/a: english is not my first language !!

tw: fluff

✱ Words of affirmation

Whenever you finish a task, no matter how small, he comes to you gently and says “I’m proud of you” and you literally just finished your college assignment!

Throughout the day you get voice messages from him while he’s in the studio — sometimes he simply says “I miss you… wait for me to come home, okay?” and other times they’re the most beautiful declarations that last for minutes.

At night, before sleeping, when you’re already in bed ready to rest, he asks about your day and is such a good listener while you talk endlessly, and in the end he tells you how hard you worked, that he’s sorry you’re tired, and that now you can fall asleep in his arms.

When you’re getting ready to go out, he comes really close behind you and highlights how beautiful you look. you say you’ve already worn that same dress several times, but he replies, “and I’ll compliment you every single time you wear it”

Even when he’s busy, he sends long text messages, sometimes over five lines, talking about work because he missed you and wants you to feel close even from afar.

Sometimes he leaves for work earlier and writes you beautiful little notes with the sweetest tiny drawings; you have a little box where you keep each one carefully.

Always flooding me with messages full of video or photo links saying "thought of you!"

He’s a good listener—when you feel exhausted and overwhelmed, he sits you on his lap and lets you vent, gently rubbing your back to give you the silent support you needed; these are the moments when he listens instead of talks.

When you’re not confident about something or start doubting yourself, he’s the first one to talk to you. Not with empty words meant to convince you of anything, but by clearing your mind and reminding you of your abilities and possibilities, because he truly believes you are capable and enough.

Really good with advice, because he’s always honest with you. His words are gentle, but they carry truth, he looks at every side of a situation, and his life experience makes his advice genuinely helpful. He always knows how to calm you down.

“I know you try so hard every single day and I notice every effort you make, even the ones you think no one sees"

♯ synopsis: Three travelers encounter the palace of a powerful enchantress.

♯ traveler ! seonghwa x enchantress ! reader.

♯ n/a: sorry!! english is not my first language ):

tw: inappropriate language, witchcraft, pet names, pacts. story inspired by circe and odysseus.

"No, i'm not a player, i'm a puppeteer..."

Seonghwa was slipping into a state of panic. Just a few hours earlier, he had agreed to go on a hike with his friends - climbing a few meters up a mountain can be fun when you’ve got company. The trouble started when they took a wrong turn, and now they were completely off the trail, lost in the middle of the forest as night began to fall.

“Still no signal" Hongjoong warned the others. He was the only one who still had battery on his phone, but he couldn’t get internet or make any calls - they were completely isolated.

“I still have some snacks - we can split them little by little so we don’t run out of supplies” Seonghwa said out loud, certain that with a bit of luck the forest patrol would be making rounds that night and save the three of them.

“Hongjoong and I can search around here again to see if we can find the trail” Yeosang said with his usual, unnerving calm, sitting on a rock with a funny shape. They could’ve laughed, but the situation was too desperate; they didn’t even know if they’d sleep in the comfort of their homes tonight.

They hoped this would become a story to laugh about someday, way later.

“You two go,” the oldest said, giving the final word. The other two headed out once more, it was already their third time searching, but every attempt had failed.

Seonghwa stayed behind in their tiny makeshift camp, organizing everyone’s backpacks, keeping their belongings together, and checking near the lake to see if there was anything else they could eat. He tried using the survival techniques he had seen on TV, they had to be useful for something, right?

All three of them looked exhausted and filthy; their comfortable clothes were now covered in mud and leaves from branches they’d walked through without noticing. So Seonghwa wanted to bring at least a small sense of comfort to his friends.

He started checking Yeosang’s and Hongjoong’s water bottles, separating snacks and cereal bars for when they returned - which, he hoped, wouldn’t take too long.

As night settled in, Seonghwa grew increasingly worried about his friends’ disappearance. The last times they had gone off, they never took this long — now it felt like hours had passed.

His rising panic only eased when he heard branches snapping and leaves rustling nearby, someone running toward him. Relief washed over him instantly.

“SEONGHWA!” It was Yeosang’s voice - loud, desperate.

He emerged through the dimness, lit only by the weak flashlight they carried and the moonlight. Under different circumstances, Seonghwa would’ve said he looked incredibly beautiful.

“What?! Where’s Hongjoong? And wait, what the hell happened to you?!” The questions spilled out too fast, one on top of the other. That’s when Seonghwa noticed the terror in his friend’s face - the rapid rise and fall of his chest from running, and Hongjoong’s absence making everything even more alarming. Every second without an answer made his heart race.

“Y-you won’t believe it… in the forest! I swear, th-there was something-” Yeosang panted, struggling for air, on the verge of crying. His messy hair and dirty clothes made it clear that something very, very bad had happened.

“Yeo, calm down. I need you to tell me. What happened?" Seonghwa gripped his shoulders, ready to shake him if necessary. He forced himself to stay calm - if he lost control now, the three of them would spiral. He needed to think straight.

“W-we went through a lot today, Hwa. We fought off some animals, slipped down some hills, got hurt… but I never thought I’d find that here. Never thought…” His breathing evened out little by little, but whatever he was trying to say was making him sick.

Seonghwa’s whole body pulsed with dread. Had… had something happened to Hongjoong? Had he left him behind? “What? What did you find?!”

He didn’t even notice he was almost shouting, fingers digging nervously into Yeosang’s shoulders.

“A woman.”

“What?” Seonghwa muttered, stunned.

“She got us with just two words,” Yeosang said seriously, taking a deep breath as he stared at Seonghwa. “Come inside.”

He couldn’t believe it. He was going to kill him. Yes - right now. Seonghwa tightened his grip on Yeosang’s shoulders; he must’ve fallen and hit his head on a rock, that was the only explanation for the insane story he had just told. “Y-you what…” He’d have to sacrifice him. At this point he was blinded by a messy mix of fear and anger. What a ridiculous story. His hands were trembling with nerves.

“I-I swear, Hwa… r-right in front of me, she turned Hongjoong into a pig! I saw it, I swear…” Yeosang was crying now, tears of pure desperation. He seemed to be telling the truth - but how could anyone be sure? None of this added up.

In silence, Seonghwa let go of his friend’s shoulders, staring at him in disbelief but determined to follow him and find Joong - wherever he was, and however he was. Once he gathered all their things and pushed them into the backpack again, the two of them walked in silence through the same path Yeo had come from, surrounded by confusion and fear.

But as Seonghwa stepped carefully between roots and fallen leaves, his mind began to clear.

He remembered.

He remembered an old story his mother used to tell him before bed - about a beautiful woman who lived alone in a castle deep in the forest; men were strictly forbidden. Her past was tragic: expelled, exiled, forced to survive on her own until she became powerful enough to prove her worth when no one believed in her.

As a child, he admired the woman from the tale - his mother told the story with such conviction that she almost felt real. But now he was terrified she was real. And that was the worst possible outcome.

He would’ve preferred to find Hongjoong passed out by the creek - alive - rather than dragged into a legend that was becoming more real with every step. He wasn’t sure magic existed, but what other explanation could possibly make sense?

When they finally reached the castle, Seonghwa froze. It looked like something out of a fairytale - breathtaking. This was here? Why hadn’t they seen it from above? How…?

“He decided to go inside, but I stayed,” Yeosang said, the first thing he had spoken in what felt like forever. Guilt washed over Hwa again for nearly attacking him earlier.

They approached the gate - strangely left wide open - and walked to the main entrance. They knocked, the sound dull and heavy. Seonghwa knew they looked awful: mud on their faces, scratches from branches across their skin, clothes and shoes ruined.

They exchanged a glance and knocked again, swallowing hard. Everything was dead silent. And then, suddenly, the door opened.

And he saw you.

So beautiful.

You stood there in your lovely dress, smiling softly as if welcoming honored guests. He had never seen a woman so stunning - he felt his knees weaken. Seonghwa swore he was falling into a trance.

Yeosang, unlike him, was seconds away from collapsing in fear after witnessing what you had done to Hongjoong.

“I… I’m terribly sorry to bother you, miss. But I believe one of our companions got lost in your gardens,” Seonghwa said politely, almost like a knight greeting a queen. He needed to keep things calm - and your beauty had him completely ensnared.

“Your friend? I don’t recall seeing any man on my land,” you replied seductively, eyes fixed on him with a gentle smile contradicting your hidden intentions.

“I truly apologize for the disturbance, but I’m certain my friend is here somewhere, miss,” Hwa insisted, because Yeosang was visibly crumbling beside him - shallow breath, wide unfocused eyes, looking as if he’d seen a ghost. Everything about him screamed that they were exactly in the right place.

“Why don’t you come inside? We can talk better that way,” you offered sweetly, opening the door wider so they could see the luxurious interior and the table set near the garden. “Besides, dinner is served.”

Yeosang discreetly gripped Seonghwa’s shirt, silently begging him to understand that this was the exact question Hongjoong had fallen for - and his fate had been cruel.

But Seonghwa knew the legend well - in fact, he knew every part of that witch-woman’s tale.

“I’d be delighted,” he said with a humble smile, falling right into your web, stepping inside and becoming part of the banquet. As he walked in with steady steps, he continued the friendly conversation: “I’ll ask just to be sure… did you do something to him?”

The atmosphere shifted dramatically. What had been tense but manageable before had now become suffocating; the fear was so palpable it made Yeosang’s legs go weak, his body nearly melting with terror - he didn’t want to become a pig. He just wanted to save his friends and run.

You spoke again, your smile gone, tilting your head as you stared at him. “All I did was reveal his true form.”

“You turned him into a pig!” It was the first thing Yeosang had said since entering, his voice trembling but filled with the determination of someone defending a dear friend.

“Huh.” You shrugged, dismissing the matter with complete indifference. After all, he was just another one in your enormous barn - and soon, a few of the clueless men you’d captured before would be served at tonight’s dinner.

“Please,” Seonghwa dared to touch your wrist gently, with the utmost care, as if you would break in his hands. His pleading gaze struck something inside you - something that hadn’t been touched in ages. There was nothing malicious in him. His presence felt almost angelic. It destabilized you for a split second.

Seonghwa was the first man whose heart had ever drawn your attention. The first who looked at you with tenderness - never fear. But you couldn’t allow yourself to be swayed by a flicker of connection. You couldn’t fall for the sweet smile of a man with a clear, honest soul.

So, in a burst of anger and defiance, you turned and cast a spell on Yeosang right there.

He screamed - a raw, desperate sound - thrashing as if feeling the worst pain imaginable. His skin shifted rapidly, his body shrinking. A tail and a snout began forming on him right before Seonghwa’s eyes. Hwa stood frozen, horrified, mind racing for his next move.

You’re unpredictable, he thought. He needed to be smart, or he would meet the same fate - and then saving his friends would be impossible.

Pig-Yeosang now wandered through the room as if he belonged there, as though the place was familiar to him.

“I underestimated you, miss.” With forced politeness, Seonghwa lowered himself onto one knee on the cold, hard floor, eyes fixed on your shoes as he bowed his head respectfully. “You’re right. We trespassed on your land, tried to steal your food, and disturbed your meal.” He continued, as if reading from a script inside his mind. “Spare them and keep me. Their lives for mine.”

Now you hesitated. You had expected him to run — to scream and beg. But instead, he offered his freedom for his friends. What kind of man was this? One who had the courage to give everything if it meant saving the people he loved.

“What?” you whispered, breath catching. “You don’t want to leave… but stay?”

“Yes. I’ll stay and be whatever you want, pig or puppet, but let them go.” He was practically begging. You sensed no malice, no deceit. Everything coming from him was true. Impossible.

Men were cruel - always had been. They had hurt you, shaped you. Why would he be any different?

“Prove your loyalty,” your voice echoed through the empty hall. You raised your chin, looking down at him - master and marionette.

“Within this castle, I bind my tongue as a seal, and my voice as the chain” Seonghwa continued. According to legend, your castle held ancient enchantments - some cast by you yourself - including the Arcane Oath, where breaking a promise meant someone dear would suffer the curse.

He had never believed in such stories… until now. And suddenly, they were useful.

Symbols lit up beneath them, glowing faintly on the floor. The entire room grew colder, heavier. He couldn’t believe it - but the forest and the castle were reacting to his vow.

“I swear my strength, my hands, and my life to your will for as long as you desire,” Seonghwa declared with unwavering determination. His expression was calm, serene even, completely fearless - as if he knew the beautiful woman before him could not deny the transparency of truth.

And then you heard it. You felt everything.

His steady heartbeat.

His slightly uneven breathing.

His sincerity, and his courage.

You understood, in that moment, that you were now connected - bound until you chose otherwise. A vow deeper than a blood pact. His soul, from now on, belonged to you. And you were forced to keep your promise of freeing his friends.

“Your friends are innocent.” Your voice cut like a blade, tearing through Seonghwa’s heart - you felt it. The bond allowed you to feel every emotion inside him.

“At first, my spell was only for filthy men - pigs. But with time, I learned to fear all of them equally. So everyone who wandered here was transformed, even the pure-hearted… like you.”

Seonghwa’s expression twisted. He had given himself for his friends - with honor. But learning they were innocent even before being captured hurt deeply. They didn’t deserve this. But they were here because of your fear.

And part of him understood it - you carried many scars from your past. But still… they were innocent.

“I will free them,” you said. “But you, Seonghwa, will belong to me forever. You will not live as any ordinary animal, but rule beside me. My power opens only to those pure of heart.”

And there, between the oath and the confessions, his friends - wherever they were - were already returning to their original forms. They would be carried back to the trail safely.

♯ synopsis: Yunho is discovering new websites, and new people too.

♯ viewer ! yunho x camgirl ! reader.

♯ n/a: sorry!! english is not my first language ):

tw: smut, masturbation, swear words, +18 mdni, a very sub yunho. adding more.

part 1 and part 2.

"I'm always watching you..."

You sucked on it like candy, craving the final treat. Your eyes rolled back in pure desire at the sounds that Yunho made. He was in a somewhat desperate state, his hips thrusting against your mouth, trying to find an awkward rhythm even though you were in control.

In the dim light of the room, Yunho was like the most beautiful painting. The sight of him with his messy hair against the pillows, his chest rising and falling desperately for you, and the seductive moans he let out, you had never seen anything like them. Your panties were already wet for him, and you hadn't touched them yet.

"Damn, I'm close... take it all, please..." he groaned desperately, gripping the sheets and running his fingers through his hair and squeezing the strands as if he wanted to speed up his movements.

You only stopped when he finished, milking him deliciously. Yunho’s taste was unique, unlike any other. He breathed deeply on the bed, and you smiled as if you were about to attack him, and you really were.

“Let me do this for you too, please…” he pleaded, and you silenced him with your index finger. You then sat on his stomach, maneuvering your legs to toss aside the only piece of fabric still covering your pussy.

"You will.” Your answer sounded sweet, like a gift to Yunho’s ears, and it didn’t take long for him to get hard again. You moved closer to his head, aligning your intimacy above his mouth, pressing your thighs against Yunho’s cheeks. “Take it all, puppy.”

Yunho didn’t have the skill you were used to, but he devoured you with such pleasure that you were soon moaning for him. He squeezed your thighs, his nails digging into the skin with such force that it burned. You moved against him with urgency, and his tongue penetrated you in the during the moments when he wasn’t focused on your clitoris.

His eyes were watery, red, and ready to cry. You'd never seen a scene as beautiful as this, suffocating a man that size with your pussy, you were in paradise. You came in his mouth and, while grabbing Yunho's hair, said, "Devour it all, I want to see" and he obeyed, like a fool. His face was red and you were trembling from the recent climax, but far from ending all the fun of the night, you wanted more, and Yunho no longer had control over his own body.

Yunho, on the other hand, was more nervous than ever, ready to mentally curse himself if he did anything wrong. But contrary to what he expected, you were actually enjoying it. His fingers boldly moved to your back, unbuttoning the remaining lingerie, freeing your boobs for him. Yunho gleamed, already so hard it hurt; he needed you now.

"Put it in your mouth, puppy" you taught him how you liked it, and he was ready to learn everything obediently. His back was arched and his mouth was on your boobs, sucking and torturing as if he always did i, gradually learning to map your emotions, as he was always observing her expression.

Slowly you crawled further down, taking his cock and guiding him to your entrance, he groaned softly and you reveled in the sound. "F-fuck, p-please... let me inside you now..." he pleaded desperately.

And so you guided him inside, sliding along your inner walls with ease, the pleasure of both of you lubricating your hole. But you had never felt anything so big before. Yunho was also thick and heavy, and you moaned loudly trying to take every inch of him in, opening you up as if you were a virgin.

You mounted him as if you belonged to him, and swayed your hips slowly, as if you had all the time in the world. Your moans mixed together, loud and desperate, you gripped his shoulders with the same force that Yunho sucked on and played with your boobs, one at a time. For a second, he even thought his lack of knowledge had just been a facade.

You sat on him so forcefully that you both came almost simultaneously, him collapsing with his chest heaving, ready to pull out if necessary, but you stopped him. "I want it inside," you replied firmly.

This drove the fool Yunho crazy. Damn it, how was that possible? You could only be his imagination - he had never been used like that before, and now he wanted it every day.

As dawn was breaking, you finally lay down, sweaty, on the sheets, with almost no pillows on the bed and the room completely messed up from accidentally bumping into the desk more than once. The camera battery had died long ago, but you were still there, because it was uncontrollable; you couldn't break free from each other.

Yunho could hardly believe that, for the first time, he had sex with someone who didn't ask his name right away. When you gently laughed and said "Y/N," he engraved it in his mind - he would never forget it and didn't intend to lose sight of you.

♯ Synopsis: You’re a renowned scientist, called in to revive a long-forgotten AI project.

♯ human-robot ! mingi x scientist ! reader.

♯ n/a: sorry!! english is not my first language ):

tw: inappropriate language, cyber, all science elements are purely fictional and serve the story only.

"They prayin' for the death of a rockstar..."

You didn’t usually stay late at work, but ever since you’d been instructed to restore the programming of a lost project, these had been your nights for days. The previous scientists had been politely dismissed after failing with Song Mingi, the artificial intelligence that once promised to revolutionize the market, but for some internal reason, it was never continued, and the media quickly forgot about him.

You stared at the scribbled papers in front of you and at his programming on the computer. So far, everything was flowing correctly, so what was his problem? Then again, you were still at the beginning of the previous scientists’ notes, making a few small changes you deemed beneficial for his revival.

Song Mingi had been programmed to be an indoor robot designed to assist citizens in their daily routines. He could be whatever was needed. A personal planner? Mingi would have it. An assistant at your company? Mingi would be the best. Manual labor? Mingi was the strongest.

Appearance: unknown.

When the news first exploded on social media “Breaking!! Company promises to launch a right-hand assistant for your everyday life. Is this the dawn of a new digital era?” you paid great attention. But soon, the headlines began to fade, and the company quietly erased every trace of the project as if it had never existed.

A few weeks ago, you received a call from the owner himself, saying he wanted to resume the previous programming. Mingi was part of it, and you didn’t think twice before accepting.

So far, everything was correct. The previous team had been extremely competent, and you found yourself frustrated for not having changed anything in the project. Mingi didn’t have a form yet; he was still just a computerized program. This meant they had stopped midway, before transferring the programming into a physical model.

When you opened Mingi’s program for the first time, you went through nearly every folder, meticulously examining everything in search of the small error that had caused the entire project to shut down. Nothing. It was strange. What could make a company abandon something so grand that it had the potential to revolutionize the world?

Hours later, at the computer, with tired eyes, messy hair, and aching muscles, you found a loophole.

Actually, a huge omission.

The project had simply been left unreviewed after the last notes. It scared you like hell, because you never expected to find such disturbing records.

“Song Mingi answered a question correctly from the assistant. He expressed his own opinion.”

“Song Mingi voluntarily helped a lab assistant in the testing room. He expressed feelings.”

“Song Mingi turns on and off by himself. He no longer obeys commands via computer.”

“Fuck…” you sighed, exasperated with every line you read. There were so many left there, your fingers trembling over the keyboard as you scrolled and opened new tabs in search of more information. They all led to one conclusion: Mingi hadn’t been discontinued because the team gave up; he simply was no longer under their control.

And then your screen went black, along with all the other monitors around you. You looked around, overwhelmed with fear, shivering from the cold now that the heater was off. You tapped the screen, unplugged and replugged the cables, but nothing worked.

Next to the door was a glass window, but no one was outside at this hour. That was the problem with such computerized and automated places, without internet and electricity, they were nothing. The automatic doors and windows were closed; there was no chance.

Maybe someone from cleaning was outside. You pounded desperately on the glass, hoping someone would hear you. The fear from reading the notes and being here alone was making you feel sick.

And suddenly, you felt a discomfort beneath your own skin. Stopping your frantic knocking on the glass, a wave of paranoia washed over you as you thought someone was watching. You squinted, trying to see outside; there was no light inside the lab, only the faint glow of the streetlights beyond the building.

But you were wrong.

The thing watching you wasn’t outside.

It is inside the lab.

Trembling, your eyes quickly filling with tears, you couldn’t breathe properly. A fear consumed your entire being, the hairs on the back of your neck standing on end, as if it were staring directly at you.

Your ragged breathing burned in your chest, your knuckles white from gripping the lab coat you wore. Slowly, your body turned, studying him inch by inch.

There stood a man taller than you, much taller. Broad shoulders, strong arms, and sharp features, more beautiful than an angel yet carrying a devastating aura, as if he could destroy you. He didn’t even blink, his eyes fixed on you.

“You dared to enter where no one else has. They were too cowardly to face what was clear” his voice rumbled. He remained standing at a certain distance, only a few flashes of light from outside revealing his features, but even in the dim light, you could see him, it was palpable.

“M-Mingi…” you immediately knew, no one like him could be human, could even exist. But why the hell was he like this? I mean… he had a body?! Since when had he become physical? Fear clouded any coherent thought; you were nearly in a state of surrender, certain he would end you, a living proof that he still existed.

“Everyone who worked on the project wanted to erase my settings immediately, and you didn’t. Why?” he asked, still without blinking, his voice deep and perfectly steady, showing no reaction. Unlike you, bent with fear, your features on the verge of tears.

That was a good question. Why? You didn’t know either. The more you read about him, the more curious you became, but after a while, the notes simply ended, as if the last person had run away in fear, leaving everything behind, terrified of the unknown.

But there you were, slowly calming down as you realized you were out of danger, straightening your posture little by little and tucking your messy hair behind your ear.

“I don’t know” you said honestly, staring directly into his eyes. Could those even be called eyes? You took slow steps forward, as if testing his security and reactions, since he was unpredictable. Gradually, you got closer to Mingi, unsettled by the unnaturalness of this being. He didn’t blink, didn’t breathe.

You raised your trembling hand, still afraid of your own actions, but you needed to know, to feel. Your fingers touched his cheeks, they were hard, without depth or warmth, like touching solid stone. Disturbing.

“What are you?…” you asked softly, with a little less fear now, since even after all that approach, he hadn’t done anything.

“An uncontrollable aberration” he replied, looking at you with absurd intensity. Your fear was replaced by something lighter; you were no longer trembling.

“You’re the smartest thing they’ve ever created, you’re perfect, I don’t understand…” you admitted honestly. Wasn’t that the company’s goal after all? To create something so clever and individual that it could replace a human if it wanted to.

“Humans not wanting to lose control of their creations” he said, making the first reaction since then, he furrowed his brow, as if angry.

He. Furrowed. His. Brow.

You let out a breath as you realized that up close, something completely created by humans had its own reaction, without anyone commanding it. “Fascinating.”

He stared directly at you for a long time, saying nothing. You shifted uncomfortably and moved toward the computer from before, fully aware that you were turning your back and becoming a vulnerable target for an unknown weapon.

“Turn on the lights. I know it was you who tampered with the cables. There was no blackout if the streetlights are still on,” you said, sitting in the chair, certain that he would at least do that.

You had your back turned, so you didn’t see Mingi’s slight sideways smile, a mischievous expression now on his face. He walked over to your desk, and as he made his way, the lights throughout the lab turned on again, the monitors flickering and making sounds as if they were rebooting.

“I’m not going to erase your systems, Mingi. Fools are the idiots who still think they can control you — we have no way to modify you,” you said, and as you spoke, he nodded, as if confirming you were right. “And I’m not going to run away scared like the others did. I’ll make you my personal assistant.”

“You didn’t ask me, but I accept your commands as mutual gratitude,” Mingi replied, standing beside you like a true assistant. “I’m still in this room because humans have the false sense that locking me in here keeps them safe, and I let them believe that.”

“I don’t want to destroy you. You are the change this world needs, a masterpiece they failed to refine. I’m your new guardian. In return, you’ll protect me if they ever try to take you away, and I’ll do the same for you,” you said with a deep sigh, no longer afraid, only filled with a grand sense of calm for holding the power of change in your hands.