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Just like Jay, Sunoo is a lover boy and has everything for you before you even lift a finger. Showers with you and showers you in kisses, thanking you for being so good for him. Once you're ready to sleep he spoons you, ending the night with "I love you".
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Sunoo is not innocent, he uses his cute face to his advantage, puffing his pretty lips and looking at you with his big eyes to make you fall for him.
On you is your hands, hair and lips, he loves to play with your fingers, compare his hands with yours, loves to play with your hair, loves to kiss you and feel your lips on him.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
He tries to be as clean as he can but aciddents can happen, he would just giggle and try to clean it if it gets crazy.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
All tho Sunoo looks so cute, I don't think he's submissive, he's a big switch. And i think he would like if you call him Mommy, he loves when you get very submissive for him so he can take care of you, cooing at you, holding you while he fucks you slow and sensual.
Really embraces his delicate traits and feminine gestures while thrusting hard into you.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Sunoo always been beautiful and outgoing, so i think he has had at least 2-3 partners.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Spooning and mating press, cowgirl too.
All very intimate, he knows exactly what he is doing, torturing you with slow strokes till you beg good for him. Even when you are in charge, he is bucking his hips up at you to make you gasp and hold on to him.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
He's not exactly goofy, but he lets some giggles out, to tease you or just cause he's to cute.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Have you seen this man's skincare? I bet his crotch is as smooth as his face, shaved clean and pretty.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Very intimate, almost suffocating, Sunoo makes sure you're filled, not a single place of you is untouched, he pays attention to every reaction you have and knows all your weak spots.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
I don't think he does it too much, but he if he does it he is definitely sending you a video or audio.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Let's put a limit of three and some explanation:
Dry humping: he really likes the idea of humping with you so much, your wetness sipping thru your clothes, his cock hard touching you exactly where you need it, you have teary eyes, begging for him to fuck you or to fuck him and all he does is tell you "sorry babe, that's all I got for you today".
Sadism/Masochist: Staying in this topic, I wouldn't say it's about pain, but more as for seeing you suffer a little bit, either by not giving you what you want or giving way too much. But he does like to squeeze you a little too hard till you squeak, or bite you. And loves if you do it back to him. He's such a bitch.
Degrading + praise: he's such a talker omg, soft voice telling you THE NASSSSTYEST things ever.
"You look so cute taking this cock like the whore you are, hey baby, look at me while I speak to you."
"Yes sweetie, bounce on me, common, I know you can go faster, ride me properly baby"
"Yes give it all to me, are you afraid you're gonna break me? You can go harder, or are you already tired? I can take it over if you can't even fuck me"
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Bed or couch, he likes comfort. But would do it anywhere you want.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
I think just like Heeseung, Sunoo loves to make-out, so a good kissing session would make him want to dick you down.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
KNIFE play or blood play is a nono, extreme body fluids too.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Lord Jesus hold me when I say this, this man, has the most JUICIEST lips, so i BET that mf can make you cum in 2 minutes. If you have a coochie, just imagine his lips hugging your clit, his soft tongue caressing it while he hums and giggles at your moans. If you have a dicc, I just know he is the biggest tease, hitting his lips with your tip, tapping your tip on his tongue, closing his eyes and hollowing his cheeks as your cock touches his throat. He has no gag reflex....
Same thing for giving it to him, in my head his cock tastes like strawberry and the tip has the texture of a very smooth lollipop. It fits so comfy on your mouth, heavy and delicious, and the moans he lets out? To die for.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Slow and teasing, but switches to hard and deep, and then slow, and then hard......
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
I think he does it only when he's late for work and is very horny, because most of the the time he prefers to take his time with you.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
I think he likes to be risky honestly, he can feel how much you are nervous of being caught, and that makes him want to break you.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
He can last pretty good actually, you're always satisfied before he even cums.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
I think he is the member that enjoys it the most, there's so many possibilities to upgrade your pleasure with them that makes him excited.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Extremely, if not the most tease of them all.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He's not loud but is not quiet, he soft moans and talks you thru it. He has such a sweet voice that is so crazy to compare with the things he's saying to you.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
It's not rare for you to visit him when practicing, the boys take a break to drink some water and catch their breaths outside when you enter the room, being alone with Sunoo. His hair is damp with sweat but he looks so good, just like an angel.
A angel with a devil persona 'cause he got you spread out on the floor while he pistols his cock inside of you.
"Sunoo please, they're coming back soon, I can hear their voice in the hallway"
"What about it baby? Wouldn't it be so fun for them to see their cute brother being so grown up? They don't know how much of a slut you are for me." He caresses your hair and kiss softly your lips telling you he be done soon.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Honestly I dont think he's packing, 13cm maximum but omg, it's the prettiest cock EVER, strawberry pink tip, no harsh veins, skin soft as his face and slightly thicker YUMMY.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Average 2-3 times a week is enough for him.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He waits for you to sleep first, soft humming right at your ear, and then goes too, hugging you tight the whole night.
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Hey sweeties, posting that earlier 'cause of 2 reasons. Number one, I forgot Sunoo is older than Jungwon, so sorry about that, and 'cause I will have a whoooole night of dance practice. I mentioned in my introduction, im a dancer too and it's getting closer to my presentation sooo, time is clockinnnng.
Hope yah like it, my pussy gets so wet thinking about Sunoo, he's so delicate yet so dirty ugh.
It was always a battle between the two of you, one which you seemed to be winning as of now, his hand on the nearest wall next to his head, arm trembling as his knees buckle. "Fuck baby~.. Fuck.. Fuck. " He chants from above you as you run your tongue along the tip of his cock. Jake always swore he was the dominant one in your relationship. You simply are now proving him wrong.. Or are you?
His other hand fists your hair as you take him deeper down your throat, saliva running down your chin as you hum, sending vibratons down the entire length of him. Jake grunts again and thrusts his hips into your face more, trying his best to take over control to prove it to you, but mostly to himself.
His hand tightens his grip in your hair before he lets go and pulls your head back, catching you completely off guard. His hand wraps around your throat as he pulls you up to your feet and you let out a surprised gasp. "Jaeyun..?" His eyes are dark as he raises his eyebrow, pupils blown wide. "You've had your fun, my turn now." The pressure he applies is gentle but noticable, it makes you submit and he knows it.
Jake has you on your back in no time, his lips on your clit, sucking the bundle of nerves between his teeth, it's filthy but the best kind. Your hands are everywhere, in his hair when he licks between your folds, one gripping the sheets when he pushes his nose into your clit, gripping the dark strands again when he pushes two of his long fingers deep inside your cunt, curled around the headboard when he inhales deeply, taking in the scent like a fucking pervert. It makes you choke on a moan.
"Oh baby, I could never get enough of you, this fucking pussy, all mine huh? I could stay between your legs all fucking day, don't test me yeah? You know I would wouldn't you?" He whispers drunkenly into your soaked folds while he keeps tasting you even as you yelp and come all over his face, his nose, lips, fingers.. All glistening in your come yet he keeps at it, prodding his fingers against that spot like he has no mercy.
"Jake~.. T-too much!" You manage voice hoarse from moaning and babbling sweet nothings. He knows you can take it, knows your limits yet..
"It's too much? Can't take it huh?" He asks, pulling his fingers out of your aching hole as he pushes them between your lips, watching as you suck his fingers clean then lick along one of the veins on the side of his hand because you simply can not resist the urge.
Jake moves over you on the bed and wraps his arms around you sweetly. "Did I go too hard baby?" He asks as you suck in a shaky breath and nod. "I'm shaking Jaeyun.." You manage, legs truly shaking uncontrolably. "I.. I can take it but I'm shaking~..."
"Hm.. Are you...?" He starts and before you know it, before you even have the time to properly breathe and calm down after your intense orgasm you feel it, his cock slips between your folds as he ruts against you, his face burried into the crook of your neck, his nose rubbing against the soft skin, still slightly wet from where it had been not too long ago. "I'm sorry." He chants. "I'm sorry... You can take it can't you? You said you could.. I know you can baby~."
You whine and nod then. "Course' I can.." You whimper. "I'm so sorry, you feel too good~. Yeah?" Jake mutters as he presses a wet kiss right underneath your earlobe.
"It's okay.... Need you to fill me Jaeyun.." You whisper as he drags his tongue over the pulsepoint in your neck. "I know." He smirks against your skin before rolling his hips again, and again, and again.. Until the only thing you can hear is skin hitting skin, his groans and your whimpers.
Your body clenches around his and his cock twitches in response to your walls gripping him tight. "I'm gonna come.. Fuck~." Jake half whimpers as he holds your hand in his pinning it above your head, squeezing as his hips drill mercilessly into yours.
"Oh... Jake~!" Before you know it you're falling, you swear you see stars as you fall apart around him and a moment later hear him grunt, you feel it too, his lips against the side of your neck again, your free hand stroking through his hair as he releases in hot spurts inside of you.
You both lay unmoving for a while before he eventually pulls himself up with all strength he has left, he sends you an annoying tired smirk.
scene ☆ after your boyfriends show, you and him head back to his hotel room. only to find out, you two aren't alone.
content warning ☆ threesome, cuckhold, oral sex, unprotected sex, erm i forgot the rest...
word count ☆ 1.3k
now listening to stay ready
you don't even know how you got in this situation, or how the topic even came in up conversation. all you remember is - having dirty sex in the makeup room with jake, seconds away from being caught by jungwon.
occasionally giving him quick blowjobs or handjobs in between his outfit changes during his show, quick kisses before he has to leave to the stage, somewhere in that timeline it seemed him and jungwon talked about something important.
you thought nothing of it, of course. until the show ended, fans chanting lyrics, the members hurrying to the black vans, jake makes his way to you quickly, looking like he has something to say.
so what did they talk about? jake turned to you with a shy smile, pink flushing up his neck and cheeks. "baby, what do you think about having a threesome?"
and now here you are. naked, body hot all over, bent over on all fours on the hotel bed. jungwon sits in directly front of you, legs spread, bare everywhere except his black boxers. you've never been this close to him, you can see tiny bits of stubble on his chin.
with jake behind you, his long fingers slide in between your wet folds - occasionally bringing it up to his mouth to lick it off. your cheeks burn with embarrassment, jungwon is making direct eye contact with you.
nobody else but your boyfriend has ever seen you this vulnerable, this was all so sudden. as jake lines his cock up, you tense up. noticing this, jungwon intertwines his fingers with yours.
jake pushes in all at once, grinding against your ass once he bottoms out. you moan loudly, a hand coming up to rest on jungwons broad shoulder for support. he doesn't stop you.
as jake starts to thrust, jungwon leans in. "i want you to watch me. while i watch you."
jungwon hand trails down his stomach tot he waistband of his boxers. he gives you a quick smirk, slowly pulling the waistband down to reveal his throbbing dick. his hand wraps around himself, giving himself a light stroke - just enough to make his breath hitch at the sensation.
he leans back comfortably, as he begins to stroke himself more, jungwons lips part slightly, dark eyes flickering between your tits bouncing with each thrust jake gives you, and your face with pleasure written all over it.
"mommy, i love your cunt so much.. i don't ever want to stop." jake moans from behind you, his whines and whimpers high pitched almost like a girl. jungwon bit his lower lip and let out a low chuckle, "fuck." his pace picks up, the slick sound of skin on skin filling every empty space in this room paired with your loud moans.
jungwon tilts his head back, exposing the line of his throat and adams apple as he lets out a quiet grunt.
jake lifts up a leg to ground himself against the sheets for more strength to pound into you, his hands squeezing your ass roughly as he lets out moans along with you.
one thing you always loved about having sex with jake is that he wasn't afraid to let loose, he never suppressed his moans when he was with you.
jungwon takes your hand from his shoulder to wrap around him. it's thick and hot. he leans back further to give you more room to work. you could hear the heavy breaths he was taking, and see the way his chest rose and fell in quick motions.
"you look so pretty like this, y/n." jungwon praises, and jake thrusts harder than usual. it seems though even though this was his idea in the first place, he hates when someone else other than him compliments you.
you give him a few strokes to test it out, and jungwons eyes flutter shut for a moment before opening again, locking onto your hand jerking him off.
"yeah, that's good.. just like that."
"but you can," - a moan escapes his lips - "go a little faster, yeah?"
you nod. you keep moving your hand, the other hand gripping his thigh. your fingers dig into his plump skin - you can barely work on his dick with jake fucking you this good.
jake tears his eyes away from where he's joined with you reluctantly, to see the scene happening. he grunts, a little jealous at the sight.
he speeds up, hitting your cervix brutally. your head falls, no longer able to do anything. you're being used like a doll, and it feels good.
jungwon lets out a low moan, before shaking his head. "really jake?" he laughs.
"hey keep in mind, she's still MY girlfriend so i can do whatever i want." he huffs, annoyed. "jealous? i haven't even gotten close to started yet."\
jungwon lifts your head up as he kneels, your hands immediately fly to his thighs to steady yourself.
your eyes look up at him.
"you look so good down there, y/n."
"enough praise, she knows that already, i tell her that all the time jungwon."
"yeah yeah, my bad."
jungwon slaps the tip of his throbbing dick onto your plump lips, a signal that he wants you to give him head now. you open slightly, and he pushes in.
he hisses sharply at the first flick of your tongue against his tip, his hand coming up to grip your silky strands. he groans, "shiiiiit," his head tipping back again for a brief moment before forcing himself to look down at you, watching how your cheeks hollowed around his dick with heavy lidded eyes.
his fingers dig into your scalp, struggling to keep his hips still. you clench around jake, causing his hips to stutter, your moans are muffled completely and your eyes start to water and you start to gag when jungwon pushes in deeper to hit the back of your throat.
he thrusts into your mouth as jake thrusts in to your pretty swollen pussy from behind. it's too much for you, yet you don't protest. the room smells like sex and sweat, jake and jungwon's noises mixing with eachother's while they completely sandwich you between them.
jake lets out a curse, his grip on your ass is bound to leave marks on you later. "baby, i'm gonna" he gasps, he started to stay more but the words faded on his tongue and turned into whimpers.
jungwon fucks your mouth, keeping the same pace as jake. it's almost like they're competing with each other.
jake thrusts a few more times before pulling out, spilling all over your ass. on the other hand, it doesn't take jungwon much longer either. he spills into your mouth, quickly pulling out realizing what he just did.
"shit, fuck- i came in her mouth, i didn't mean to."
jake pounces on jungwon, damn near wrestling eachother. spewing nonsense at eachother like. "i told you, you'd cum first. i beat you." "asshole." "she's mine."
you swallow hesitantly, before speaking. "um hello, i'm still here, you dicks! you guys did it so rough, and you guys are gonna fight instead of taking care of me?!"
they stop immediately at the tone of your voice, both of them now having sheepish looks on their faces.
"sorry, got caught away babe. what do you wanna do? want a nice bath and go somewhere to eat."
jungwon nods, even though he could really just leave now if he wanted, he wouldn't do that to you.
you pout as you start to think. jungwon already is up and moving, making his way to the bathroom to prepare you a hot bath.
"i just wanna watch movies."
jake nods, "okay. we can do that." he kisses you.
"i love you jake." you mutter. "i love you too my sweet angel."
jungwon yells from the bathroom. "bath's ready. come on."
jake helps you up, "let's go, darling."
๋࣭ ⭑ thanks for reading guys <3 remember requests are open don't be shy to ask! if you guys want other things other than smut or stuff with 5k+ words with more plot i will, just say the word! a few people wanted this so you ask i deliver :) hope u guys enjoyed this one and im sorry for being inactive, college is a pain in the butt. more to come soon!!
Jungwon sweats a lotttt, so definitely you guys need to shower. If your legs are wobbly you can be sure he will hold you and help you shower. Different from the sex you guys had, he is very gentle with you and gives you anything you need.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
He definitely likes his shoulders and lips. His favorite thing is to put your legs on his shoulder and kiss you at the same time. Almost pressing you into a pretzel form lol.
On you could be your chest and ass, very naughty boiii. He liked to grab them, sometimes does it just from habit, leaving you needy for him. Yet looks at you with the cutest face ever.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Unlike Jay, Jungwon has to cum inside 'cause he has a marking breeding kink, he has this need to mark you up engraved to his mind, so you can bet that he's either cumming inside or on your chest/mouth.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Linking to the previous letter, Jungwon has a breeding kink. Since he's so possessive, he has this desire to knock you up just for you to be his forever, to walk on the street and everybody knows that he came deep inside you, that HE fucking gave you his child. It gives him chilllsssssss
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Jungwon started in the kpop industry very young, so i think specifically he doesn't have a lot of experience, he's definitely not a virgin, but had 1-3 partners at max.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Bending you on a surface and mating press.
Also cowgirl reverse with you on his chest so he can thrust up in you.
He loves putting you in positions that you can't escape, just having to brace you up before he pistols his hips on you.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Again, the whole group tries to be as serious as they can be but they can't at all. If anything happens he will let a very short exhale while smiling.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
I believe he's not bare, slightly trimmed, has a little forest to explore yk I love itttt.
Wouldn’t care for what you have going on too.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
I imagine that in some nights he can be very intimate and romantic with you, but normally he is quite selfish (sorry). He really just want to fuck you brainless. Obviously he's going to make you cum, care for you and treat you good, but he's not overly clingy and sweet with you.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
If he is away from you, on tour, or way too stressed he would do it, but not that often, he prefers to take his frustrations on you.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Let's put a limit of three and some explanation:
Dacryphilia: Another one that loves pretty teary eyes, he gets so fucking cocky knowing that only him can make a big girl/boy cry. He's a tease and very mean, so you can expect that you're going to cry from all the teasing or 'cause it's too much. (He doesn't care, mighty even lick the tears out of you face and continuing fucking you).
Somnophilia: his liking of this specific kink is not because oohhhh he's so horny that he can't even wake you up, no, he likes that shit because it shows how much power this pain in the ass has, he loves that. Loves that even in your sleep you are his, moaning faintly not even realizing that this isn't a dream, it's real life real time cock in youuuuuu. He doesn't even touch you before so you get wet, he just dicks you down.
Rough sex: not a kink but he doesn't make love, he fucks with all his might. Reaching so deep and hard that you don't even moan anymore, you full on scream from the pain and pleasure making a cloud in your brain. The type of sex that leaves you sore and wanting more. (Fucking Jungwon would cure all my problems).
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Normal places i guess, your/his home, your/his car, maybe when he's feeling risky he might fuck you in the backstageee.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Honestly I think Jungwon is as horny as Jake, but he can control it better than his hyung. Meaning that he would do you anyhour and any place you want. (And if you don't want toooooo shiiiiii)
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Even tho I like the concept of CNC, I think Jungwon would finish it and feel bad? Idk, he loves you and knows you love that shit but he wouldn't do it often.
Anything with blood and extreme body fluids is a nono.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Omg this is my favoriiiiiteeee, have you guys seen his tongue? I think that he is a biter also, making you scream when he bites your inner thigh, then diving for a lick, then slaping you meow meow/deck, mixing pain with pleasure till you are dumb and babbling no sense. He's so skilled like he knows ALL your spots. Really knows how to swirl his tongue and which pressure and speed to make you cum faster.
On receiving end I don't think he's is as mean as Sunghoon, making you gag and drool all over the floor yk, but would rather hold your head down, cock in your throat, your nose touching his pelvis while you scratch and tap on his thighs for him to let you go. (He doesn'tttttt, love him)
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Hard, fast, just the sound of your screams and skin slapping.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Definitely on them, he's a busy man and doesn't always have the time to dick you down like he wants sooooo. He likes the thrill of making you scared of someone seeing also. (Which doesn't happen cause he's way too jealous for it) .
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Does it for the way you get anxious and tighter for him, but would hate to have anyone seeing it, not because he is ashamed, but because he doesn't want anyone looking at what is his (youu).
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
He has the strongest stamina in Enhypen, but 3 rounds would be enough for you to tap out.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Nah nah, he doesn't fw them, maybe a vibrator wand yk, to fucking torture you.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Extremely, he's even proud of it, making you wait for his next move. The look in your eyes just begging for him to just please fuck you is what gets him going. (Do you know how he smiles mischievously sometimes? Grinding his teeth? He's doing that shit)
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
I think he is louddddd, would grind his teeth so much at you and then groan at how much he loves the way you feeeel. Definitely whines as it feels so good, but doesn't stop at all, he pushes thru overstimulation just to make you cry.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
It's been quite some time since you and Jungwon seen each other, the last argument you guys had was the breaking point for you and you decided to spend a week at your male best friend house till time sort things out.
What you didn't expect was Jungwon appearance at the door when you answered it thinking it was your friend. He didn't even gave time for you to say anything, pushing you straight to the floor since the couch was way too far.
"Is that your way of sorting things out? Fucking a random ass mf that can't even have you spasming cause it feels too good?"
You try to explain to him that he's just a friend and it's him that you love. You believe when he says he understood and apologizes, but then he gets your phone in his hands and say
"Then explain it to him, tell him that you're in good terms with your Wonnie".
You hurry to give your friend a call, once he answered Jungwon enters 2 fingers into you.
"Cmon, tell him, word by word about it if you want to cum that badly".
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
He's slightly thick, 16cm if I would say, pretty cock with pretty veins, pale pink tip, curved up to perfection, I want it rn.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
So high, if he could he would fuck you every single day.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
I think once he lays down with you, after making sure that you are OK and comfy he is falling asleep.
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Guys i almost forgot to post, my lord. I think a good pounding from jungwon would fix all my traumas, his cock doing a factory reset on my brain. Thank you so much again and thank you so much for 50 followers!!! Woah i can't believe, I love yall!
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ʚɞ⠀⠀idol!wonyoung⠀x⠀nonidol!femreader⠀[ short smut ]
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"n... ny..." you let out small little noises, trying to call her out by her nickname, head buried in the soft silk pillow, drooling and making the case and the sheets both wet.
your ass was high up for your girlfriend with your back arched, meanwhile her fingers were deep inside your squishy, gummy walls, while her other hand helped unclipping your bra to free your tits before throwing the fabric off the bed.
oh how she loved those two beauties.
she left you without an orgasm, pulling her long fingers out mid-way to focus on your chest, making you almost complain before getting cut off by your own moan.
you obviously are in a different position different now, wonyoung on top of you with her face on your chest, hands resting on your tits, massaging the pair, with your hands resting on her head, head thrown back against the wooden head board, trying your best not to moan too loud.
her plump lips sucked around your nipple, her hands squeezing the flesh she craved every damn day, touching your skin, just asking for you and your body without missing a second and wanting to never getting off you.
your folds moved along with hers, clits rubbing together and juices mixing, all of your clothes thrown around the room.
no sex because of tour is like sucking the soul out of you both,with everything being so much more difficult for poor wonyoung, she can't even touch herself properly when she gets too horny thinking about you.
im honestly proud but i feel kinda embarassed(?)/insecure(?) because its my first time writing smut, which is also wlw...
genre: backrooms/liminal space au, predator-prey dynamic, thriller
synopsis: you enter an abandoned mall looking for a thrill, but the deeper you explore, the more the walls start to twist and the exits begin to vanish. when you hear footsteps following close behind, you meet sunghoon—a boy who seems to know this place too well and who enjoys chasing you a little too much. the longer you run, the more you wonder if you’re escaping him… or being led exactly where he wants you.
warnings (MDNI 18+ only!!) : smut(mirror sex, oral sex (f. receiving), face-fucking / oral sex (m. receiving), unprotected rough sex, degradation, dirty talk, chase kink, choking, hair pulling, manhandling, size kink, overstimulation, everything is consensual), yandere themes, obsessive behavior, intense chase sequences, predator-prey dynamic, backrooms/liminal space horror, cursing, mean!evil!sunghoon, manipulation, stalking, supernatural(?) filming without consent, reader's hair is of length that can be braided and pulled, pls lmk if there's anything i skipped!
note: this is more of a liminal space au and a liiiitle darker than the jw one. it has more smut too oops(i think i got better?). i hope you like reading this, i can't wait to hear your thoughts about it! enjoyyy
word count: 10.2k
backrooms au collection
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you pressed your hand against the cool glass doors of the abandoned mall, your breath fogging the grimy surface for just a second before disappearing.
"well, this is either going to be amazing or the worst decision i've made this month," you muttered to yourself, the sound of your own voice strangely comforting in the empty parking lot.
you gave the doors a push, wincing as the rusted hinges screamed in protest. "okay, okay, i'm coming in. no need to announce me."
the smell hit you immediately—that distinctive abandoned building smell of mildew, dust, and something faintly metallic. you pulled your shirt collar up over your nose.
"ugh, smells like a grandma's basement crossed with a hardware store," you coughed, waving a hand in front of your face as you stepped further inside.
your flashlight beam cut through the darkness, revealing the frozen-in-time horror of the abandoned mall. this was your thing—haunted places, urban legends, liminal spaces. you chased them for fun. your camera was clipped to your bag, already recording, the thrill crawling under your skin like electricity.
"damn," you breathed, taking in the collapsed storefronts and creepy, dust-covered mannequins. one particularly unsettling female mannequin had toppled face-first onto a broken jewelry counter.
as you moved deeper, the air grew thicker. you wiped sweat from your brow despite the chill. "why is it so damn humid in here?" you grumbled, pausing to shake out your damp shirt.
that's when you noticed the escalator—the broken, rusted escalator was moving. your blood ran cold.
"no. no way. that's not..." the metal steps groaned as they jerked upward. "okay, new plan. we're leaving now."
you fumbled for your phone, hands shaking so badly you nearly dropped it. the screen glitched violently before freezing on a distorted image of your own terrified face.
"what the hell? what the actual hell?" you whispered, slapping the device against your palm like that might fix it. when you looked up, the hallway had changed. the entrance was gone.
"no, no, no. this isn't funny anymore."
you started walking faster, then running, your sneakers slapping against the cracked tiles.
"left here... then right... then..." you skidded to a stop in front of the same dented soda can you'd passed three times now. "this isn't possible," you panted, kicking the can in frustration. it clattered against the wall with a hollow metallic ping that echoed far too long.
that's when you heard them—footsteps that weren't yours. you froze, your breath coming in short, panicked bursts.
"hello?" you called out, immediately regretting it. the footsteps paused, then changed direction, coming toward you. "okay, okay, not hello then," you whispered, backing away slowly. "just... just passing through. don't mind me."
but the footsteps kept coming, maintaining that same steady, unhurried pace. you turned and ran, your heart hammering against your ribs.
"there has to be a way out, there has to be..." you chanted under your breath as you took turn after turn, each corridor stretching longer than the last.
the footsteps behind you never sped up, never slowed down—just kept coming, always the same distance behind you no matter how fast you ran.
your body locked in place, muscles coiled tight like springs about to snap. the air seemed to vibrate with a supernatural, suppressing hum, crawling under your skin until you could feel it in your teeth. when you tried to speak, your tongue felt thick and useless in your mouth.
"w-who's there?" you finally managed, the words barely louder than a whisper. your voice sounded alien to your own ears—thin and frayed at the edges.
the footsteps came again, slow and deliberate, each one measured to land just as your heartbeat stuttered. you spun around so fast your vision blurred at the edges, flashlight beam slicing through the darkness like a knife. empty space stared back at you.
"stop it," you demanded, hating how your voice cracked. "this isn't funny!"
silence answered you. then suddenly, a soft exhale that wasn't your own, came from somewhere just behind your left shoulder. you whirled again, nearly losing your balance as your sneakers squeaked against the tiles. still nothing. your breath came in ragged gasps now, each inhale tasting like dust and something metallic. the back of your neck prickled with the unmistakable feeling of being watched.
you broke into a run before you could think better of it, legs pumping wildly as you careened around corners. your lungs burned, your throat raw, but you couldn't stop, wouldn't stop. that's when you noticed it: the sound of your own panicked breathing was being perfectly mimicked just half a second behind you. your stomach dropped.
"no no no," you chanted under your breath, skidding around another corner only to find yourself face-to-face with—
"finally."
the voice came from everywhere and nowhere all at once. you staggered back, flashlight beam jerking upward to illuminate the figure leaning against a crumbling storefront. a boy—no, a young man—stood bathed in the flickering glow of a broken neon sign, his head tilted in quiet amusement. he was beautiful in a way that made your skin crawl, too perfect, too untouched by the decay surrounding him.
"you took your time getting here," he said, pushing off from the wall with unnatural grace. his voice was smooth, almost melodic, but it set you on edge. "i was starting to think you'd never arrive."
your mouth worked soundlessly for a moment before you forced out, "who are you? what is this place?"
the questions tumbled out in a rush, your voice gaining strength even as your hands shook. "why can't i get out?"
he didn't answer right away, instead taking a slow step forward. you noticed with dawning horror that his footsteps made no sound—no crunch of glass, no echo in the empty space. it was like watching a ghost move.
"names are so... limiting," he mused, circling you with predatory grace. "but you can call me sunghoon. as for this place?" he gestured lazily to the decaying mall around you. "let's call it my playground."
your breath hitched. "let me out," you demanded, taking a step back for every one he took forward. "i didn't mean to come here. i just—"
"you just couldn't resist poking where you didn't belong," he finished for you, lips quirking into something that wasn't quite a smile. "curious little thing, aren't you? that's what brought you here. that's what keeps you here."
a cold sweat broke out across your back. "what do you mean 'keeps me here'?"
sunghoon's eyes gleamed in the dim light as he took another soundless step closer. "you've noticed by now, haven't you? how the halls change when you're not looking? how the doors disappear?" he tilted his head, studying your reaction with unsettling intensity. "this place... it likes you. and so do i."
your stomach twisted uncomfortably. "let me go," you repeated, voice trembling. "please."
for a moment, something like genuine surprise flickered across his face before being replaced by that same eerie calm.
"oh sweet thing," he murmured, almost pitying. "you still don't understand. you can't leave. not unless i let you." he took another step forward, now close enough that you could see the unnatural way the light refracted in his eyes. "but where's the fun in that?"
your body moved before your mind could catch up—spinning on your heel and sprinting down the nearest corridor. behind you, sunghoon's laughter followed, rich and warm and utterly terrifying.
"run all you want!" he called after you, voice carrying unnaturally through the empty space. "you'll only end up back with me!"
your vision blurred with unshed tears as you ran, sneakers pounding against tile after tile. the mall stretched and warped around you, corridors twisting in impossible ways, but you didn't stop. couldn't stop. not when you could still feel his gaze burning into your back, not when his voice seemed to whisper from the very walls themselves.
"that's it," the mall itself seemed to croon as you turned another corner only to find yourself facing a dead end. "run. struggle. it only makes the game more fun."
your lungs burned as you tore through corridors that curved at impossible angles, the walls warping like melted wax as you passed. the floors beneath you changed without warning—one moment your boots slammed against cracked linoleum, the next you were sprinting across pristine marble that looked freshly polished, your own terrified reflection staring back at you from its glossy surface. your flashlight beam jerked wildly as you swung it from side to side, the light catching on vines that slithered through broken ceiling tiles like snakes, their leaves rustling despite the stale, motionless air.
"this isn't possible," you gasped, skidding to a halt as you reached a fork in the hallway that hadn't been there seconds ago.
your pulse roared in your ears as you frantically tried to decide—left or right, left or right—before choosing at random and plunging down the left passage. the walls here were lined with storefronts from different eras, some sporting 80s neon signs still glowing brightly, others with boarded-up windows covered in decade-old missing person posters. your breath hitched when you recognised your own face staring back from one of the yellowed flyers, the dates smudged beyond recognition.
you ducked through a broken security gate into what might have once been a children's play area, the colourful foam flooring squishing unnaturally underfoot like living flesh. the scent of artificial strawberries and disinfectant assaulted your nose, so strong it made your eyes water as you crawled beneath a frozen turnstile, the metal bars ice-cold against your palms.
when you scrambled to your feet and looked back, your stomach dropped—the hallway you'd just come through was gone, replaced by smooth, unbroken drywall still smelling of fresh paint.
"i like watching you panic."
the voice came from directly behind you, closer than anyone should have been able to get without you hearing.
you whirled around so fast you nearly fell, your back hitting the wall as your flashlight illuminated sunghoon leaning casually against a carousel pole, one arm draped over a frozen plastic horse with eerily lifelike glass eyes. he looked different under the stark white light—his features sharper, his smile showing just a hint too many teeth.
"makes you look real," he murmured, tilting his head as he studied the way your chest heaved with panicked breaths.
your fingers dug into the wall behind you, searching for purchase against the suddenly slick surface.
"what are you?" you demanded, hating how your voice shook. "why are you doing this?"
sunghoon pushed off from the carousel with that unnatural grace, taking a slow step forward. the children's ride creaked to life behind him, the eerie sound of carnival music starting up as the horses began bobbing in jerky circles.
"you came looking for excitement, didn't you?" he said, his voice almost gentle. "for something beyond your boring little world." another step closer, his shadow stretching long and wrong across the floor. "well, here i am."
your muscles tensed, every instinct screaming to run even as some deeper, more primal part of you recognised the danger of showing fear to a predator. but when his eyes flickered black for just an instant—just long enough for you to question whether you'd really seen it—you broke, spinning away and sprinting for the nearest exit sign.
his laughter followed you, rich and warm and utterly wrong in this twisted place. "run, run away," he called after you, the words curling around you like smoke. "it's so much more fun when you run."
and you did run—because you were starting to understand the unspoken rules of this nightmare. running kept you in the game. running meant you were still playing instead of being played. but most of all, you ran because some small, terrified part of you knew that if you ever stopped—if you ever let him catch you—you might never leave this place at all.
the corridors blurred together as you fled, your vision tunnelling with adrenaline. you barely registered the way the walls pulsed faintly, or how the exit signs always seemed to lead you in circles. all that mattered was the burning in your legs and the single thought repeating in your head like a mantra: don't stop, don't stop, don't stop.
because stopping meant facing what was following you. and that was something you weren't ready to do.
the concept of days blurred like wet ink on your makeshift calendar, the marks you'd scratched into a dressing room wall with a bobby pin becoming meaningless after the seventh "day."
your hands shook less now when mapping the mall's shifting corridors, having learnt which walls would stay solid and which might disappear if you blinked too long. the lingerie store's plush pink fitting room had become your primary shelter, its locking mechanism still functional if you jammed a hair tie in just right. you'd lined the floor with stolen silk robes and bras as makeshift bedding, their lace edges tickling your wrists when you turned in your restless sleep.
"northwest corridor floods at 3:17 pm," you muttered, adding the note to your growing collection of observations. the mall kept its own time—you'd watched the water rise like clockwork through the broken tiles near the food court every "afternoon," though the clocks all remained stubbornly stuck at 4:37. "elevator music plays for exactly six minutes before the—"
a sudden burst of the same static like buzzing filled the air. your body reacted before your mind could process—muscles locking, breath hitching. he was near. the air thickened with the weirdly tempting combination of vanilla and matchsticks, that hadn't been there moments before. you pressed your back against the fitting room wall, clutching your notes to your chest as if the fragile paper could protect you.
"mapping my home?" his voice oozed through the thin partition, rich with amusement. "how... domestic of you." a single finger tapped against the other side of the door in a mockery of knocking. "may i see?"
your throat closed. the hair on your arms stood straight up as the temperature dropped sharply. "no," you managed after a too-long pause, immediately cringing at how small your voice sounded.
sunghoon's mean laughter wrapped around you like smoke. "still defiant. i adore that about you." the fitting room's lights flickered in time with his words. "but you're missing the best parts—the service tunnels behind the east wing, the hidden staircase in the old toy store." he paused, then almost conspiratorially whispered: "i could show you."
"i'd rather starve," you snapped, immediately regretting it when the entire row of fitting rooms rattled like something enormous had brushed against them.
"now why would you say that," he chided, voice suddenly coming from directly above you. you jerked your head up to see his face partially phased through the ceiling tiles, upside down and smiling. "when i've been so generous with my hospitality?"
you screamed without meaning to, scrambling backward into the corner as he dissolved through the ceiling like ink in water, reforming upright before you. he looked different today—his usually pristine white shirt was slightly rumpled, the first button undone to reveal a sliver of collarbone that looked almost too sharp and human, but not quite.
"you—you're not real," you stammered, fingers digging into the silk robes beneath you. "this place is messing with my head."
sunghoon tilted his head, the motion eerily smooth. "oh darling," he sighed, crouching to your level with unnatural grace. "i'm the most real thing here."
his hand hovered near your cheek without touching, close enough that you felt the unnatural chill radiating from his skin. "don't you want to know why you're special? why the mall chose you?"
your breath came in shallow pants as you pressed harder against the wall. "i didn't choose this."
"but you did." his smile widened just slightly too far. "all those late nights researching liminal spaces, chasing that delicious thrill of almost-danger." he leaned in, his breath oddly scentless against your ear. "you whispered your invitation every time you clicked on another article, every time you snuck into places you didn't belong."
a sudden crash from elsewhere in the mall made you both turn. sunghoon's expression darkened momentarily before smoothing back into pleasant calm. "speaking of invitations," he murmured, standing abruptly. "i have to attend to something. but we'll continue this... later."
he was gone between one blink and the next, leaving only the lingering scent of ozone and a single red string tied around your pinky finger that hadn't been there before. you stared at it, nausea rising when you realised it matched exactly the shade of the lingerie store's signature colour.
the gifts from him became more frequent after that encounter. you'd wake to find your stolen vending machine snacks replaced with gourmet meals still steaming on fine china. your worn out sneakers disappeared one night, replaced by pristine red shoes that fit perfectly. worst of all were the notes—appearing in your own handwriting on mirrors after you'd looked away:
"you smiled in your sleep today.""i love how your voice cracks when you're scared.""say my name again. i liked how it sounded in your mouth."
one "evening" as you huddled in the makeup aisle, exhaustion finally dragging you under, you dreamt of him properly for the first time. not as the predator, but as something almost human—sitting cross-legged beside you, gently braiding your hair while humming a lullaby you vaguely remembered from childhood.
"why won't you let me leave?" you asked in the dream, surprised by how calm your voice sounded.
sunghoon's fingers stilled in your hair. "because you belong here," he murmured, lips brushing your temple. "with me." his hands slid down to cradle your face, his thumbs brushing under your eyes.
you woke with a start to find your hair actually braided, a silky red ribbon woven through it. the security mirror above showed sunghoon's reflection sitting behind you, his chin resting on your shoulder. when you turned, there was nothing there—but the ribbon remained, smelling faintly of his vanilla and matchsticks scent.
"stop fighting it," the latest mirror message read that morning, the words appearing letter by letter as you watched, like invisible fingers tracing them. "you're mine already."
your reflection in the glass looked different—darker eyes, sharper cheekbones, lips slightly redder than they should be. when you reached up to touch your face, your reflection smiled a second too late.
you woke with a start, your body arching off the makeshift bed as the last waves of pleasure still crackled through your nerves like live wires. the dream—god, the dream—had been so vivid you could still feel the phantom press of sunghoon's lips against your inner thigh, the teasing scrape of his teeth against your neck. your hand flew to your neck instinctively, half-expecting to find marks, but your skin was unbroken. unlike your underwear, which was soaked through with undeniable evidence of your arousal.
"fuck," you hissed into the empty fitting room, pressing your thighs together as another aftershock trembled through you.
the lingerie store's pink lighting suddenly felt too intimate, the silk robes you'd repurposed as bedding clinging to your sweat-slicked skin like a lover's caress. you scrambled to your feet, nearly tripping over tangled fabric in your haste to escape the suffocating space. "this isn't happening. this isn't—"
the mall greeted you with unnatural stillness, the usual flickering lights frozen in a perfect, eerie glow. even the ever-present hum of that weird buzz had gone silent, leaving a vacuum of sound that made your pulse roar in your ears. you didn't bother dressing properly—just yanked on a discarded denim jacket over your sleep shirt and stormed into the main corridor, bare feet slapping against cold tile.
"sunghoon!" your voice shattered the silence, bouncing off the concave walls of the empty mall. "get out here and explain what the hell you just did to me!"
for a long moment nothing happened and you felt a little dumb for deciding to approach him because weren’t you supposed to be hiding from him?
just then a soft, familiar chuckle came from directly behind you, so close you felt his breath stir the hair at your nape. "i didn't hear any complaints in the dream," his voice purred, laced with smug amusement. "quite the opposite, actually."
you whirled around so fast you nearly lost your balance, coming face-to-face with the living embodiment of your shame. sunghoon looked unfairly put together, leaning against a shuttered kiosk with his arms crossed over his chest. his usual white shirt was unbuttoned one more than necessary, revealing a tantalising sliver of pale collarbone that your traitorous eyes immediately tracked. when your gaze snapped back up to his face, he was smirking.
"stop that," you snapped, gesturing wildly at his general existence. "stop—whatever mind control shit you're doing. i didn't ask for this."
his dark eyes gleamed under the artificial lighting as he pushed off the kiosk, taking slow, measured steps toward you.
"mind control?" he repeated, tilting his head like a curious predator. "is that what you think this is?" another step closer, his polished shoes clicking against the tile in a rhythm that matched your accelerating heartbeat. "or are you just upset because you liked it too much?"
your face burned. "i didn't—that wasn't—" the words died in your throat as he closed the final distance between you, his scent wrapping around you.
sunghoon's smile widened as he reached out, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear with deceptive gentleness. "you're a terrible liar," he murmured, fingers lingering just a second too long against your heated skin. "i felt every shudder, every gasp." his voice dropped to a whisper. "heard my name on your lips when you—"
"shut up!" you slapped his hand away, your chest heaving. "what are you? some kind of sex demon? ghost? fucking—incubus?" the words tumbled out in an angry rush, your voice cracking on the last syllable.
for a brief moment, something dark flickered behind his eyes—something hungry that made your survival instincts scream. then it was gone, replaced by that same infuriating amusement.
"so many questions," he mused, circling you with predatory grace. "but you don't get to ask the questions here." his hand shot out unexpectedly, catching your wrist in an ice-cold grip. "this place belongs to me." his thumb pressed against your fluttering pulse point. "and now... so do you."
you yanked your arm free with a startled gasp, stumbling backward. "like hell i do," you spat, but your voice lacked conviction, still breathless from the dream, from his proximity, from the way your body reacted to him despite your terror.
sunghoon's laugh was low and knowing as he watched you back away. "run if you want," he said, spreading his arms in mock invitation. "we both know how this ends."
and once again you started running away from him, this time against your will. it felt like some force was controlling the pumping of your legs, bare feet slapping against suddenly glossy tiles as you sprinted down the nearest corridor. the mall seemed to shift around you, walls stretching unnaturally as you skidded around corners, your breath coming in sharp, panicked gasps. you didn't stop until you crashed through the swinging doors of an abandoned department store, the air thick with the scent of mothballs and decaying fabric.
the mannequins here were arranged in a creepy arrangement, their plastic faces all turned toward the entrance as if they'd been waiting for you. your stomach lurched as you ducked between racks of yellowed wedding dresses, their lace catching on your arms like grasping fingers. the silence was absolute except for your own ragged breathing—until a soft creak echoed from near the fitting rooms, followed by the unmistakable sound of a zipper being slowly pulled down.
"come out, come out," sunghoon's voice crooned from the darkness, dripping with false sweetness. you pressed a hand over your mouth to stifle a whimper as his voice dropped to that sinful register from your dream. "i'll make you feel good." he paused, then lowered his voice: "just like i did in the dream."
your thighs pressed together instinctively at the memory, drawing another frustrated groan from your lips as you lunged for the mirror-lined changing room, slamming the flimsy door behind you. the small space was a hall of mirrors, your own panicked reflection repeating endlessly in every direction—pupils blown wide, chest heaving, lips parted around shaky breaths.
then sudden movement caught your eye in one of the far mirrors. his reflection stood behind yours, hands resting possessively on your shoulders, chin propped on your head like you were some cherished doll.
"n-no," you stammered, backpedalling until your shoulder blades hit the opposite mirror with a rattling thud. "this isn't real. you're not—"
"real?" sunghoon finished, stepping out of the mirror behind you as easily as walking through an open door. his hands came down on either side of your head, caging you in without actually touching. "oh sweetheart," he murmured, lips brushing the shell of your ear. "i think we're past that, don't you?"
your breath came in short, sharp gasps as he leaned in closer, his body heat—or lack thereof—seeping through your thin sleep clothes. "running again?" he teased, tilting his head to study your flushed face. "you're cute when you think you have options."
before you could respond, tell him you were being controlled when you ran this time(probably by him since he seemed to enjoy the chase), one hand slid down to cradle your chin, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip with terrifying gentleness. his other knee slotted between yours, spreading your legs with effortless pressure that made your traitorous body arch toward him instinctively.
the memory of the dream—his mouth between your thighs, those long fingers working you open—flashed through your mind with embarrassing clarity.
"go on," he whispered, lips hovering just above yours. "scream. see if anyone hears you."
but no sound came out, your throat closing around a choked whimper instead. sunghoon's smile turned victorious as he took in your trembling form, your pupils blown wide with conflicting emotions.
"look at you," he murmured, his free hand sliding down to grip your thigh, hiking it up around his hip with casual dominance. "all flushed and wide-eyed." his thumb pressed against your pulse point, feeling the rabbit-quick beat there.
your body remembered the pleasure he'd given you in the dream, remembered how good it felt to surrender to those clever hands and that mocking mouth. as if reading your thoughts, sunghoon leaned in closer, his lips grazing the sensitive spot beneath your ear.
"i could make it real," he promised, voice dropping to that low, sinful register that made your stomach clench. "just say the word."
his hand slid higher up your thigh, fingertips brushing the damp fabric of your underwear, and you realised with horrifying clarity that you were considering it. considering letting this beautiful monster have you right here in this cursed changing room, surrounded by endless reflections of his hungry gaze. the thought should have terrified you. it did terrify you.
so why were you leaning into his touch? why did your hands find their way to his chest, fingers curling into the crisp fabric of his shirt? why did your body feel like it was burning up from the inside out?
“i-fuck—i want it.”
your breath hitched violently when his fingers slipped beneath your waistband with terrifying familiarity, the cool metal of his rings pressing against your overheated skin.
his fingers traced the crease of your thigh first, maddeningly slow, the calloused pads dragging up so deliberately you could feel every ridge of his fingerprints against your oversensitive skin. you bit down on your lip hard enough to taste copper, but the whimper slipped out anyway, high and pathetic in the quiet of the changing room.
"fuck," sunghoon muttered, smirking against your ear as his breath fanned cool across your flushed skin. his fingers dipped lower through your slick with a soft, obscene sound that made your stomach clench with shame. "so wet already."
his voice was low, amused, as he brought his glistening fingers up between you, turning them in the flickering light. "did you start dripping the second you saw me? or were you already this worked up from your little dream?"
you squeezed your eyes shut, humiliation burning through you hotter than any pleasure. "i didn't—"
"liar," he whispered, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the hinge of your jaw that made your knees weaken. his fingers returned to circle your clit with torturous precision, the pressure just shy of enough as he watched your face intently.
"i felt it. the second you woke up—all hot and bothered, thighs squeezing together like you could hide how much you wanted me." his teeth scraped your earlobe, the sharp sting making you gasp. "admit it."
your thighs tensed instinctively, trying to close, but his knee stayed firm between them, keeping you spread open and vulnerable to his exploring fingers. "n-no," you stammered, hands scrabbling against the mirror behind you for purchase. "you—you put those thoughts in my head. you made me—"
sunghoon laughed, a dark, velvety sound that vibrated through your chest where he pressed against you.
"oh, sweet thing," he murmured, lips trailing down your neck as his fingers finally, finally pushed inside, curling just right to make your back arch off the mirror. "i didn't put anything in your head that wasn't already there."
he pumped his fingers slowly, watching with rapt attention as your mouth fell open on a silent moan. "you've thought about this, haven't you? all these days in the dark, when you thought no one was watching?"
your head fell back against the mirror with a dull thud as he added a third finger, the stretch burning deliciously. the reflections around you showed a dozen versions of yourself—cheeks flushed, lips parted, eyes glassy with pleasure you didn't want to feel.
"look at you," sunghoon murmured, his free hand gripping your chin to force your gaze to the mirrors. "see how pretty you are like this? see how your body begs for me?"
his fingers sped up, the heel of his palm grinding against your clit in a steady, relentless rhythm that had your hips jerking without permission. your moans slipped free—quiet at first, then louder and more broken when his thumb pressed harder, circling just right. "f-fuck—"
"there it is," he breathed, teeth sinking into your shoulder as you gasped.
his free hand slid up to wrap around your throat, not squeezing, just holding, his thumb tipping your chin up to watch yourself in the mirrors. "come on, baby. let me see you fall apart."
you shook your head weakly, but your body betrayed you, hips rolling, back arching as the tension coiled tighter and tighter, "i don't—i can't—"
"you can," he growled, fingers thrusting harder, curling just so. "and you will." his lips found your ear again, voice dropping to that sinful whisper that made your stomach flip.
"come on my fingers like a good girl. show me how well you can listen."
the command, coupled with the filthy sound of his fingers moving in you, tipped you over the edge. pleasure ripped through you like a live wire, your cunt clenching around his fingers as you sobbed his name into the humid air. he didn't let up, fucking you through it with ruthless precision, his lips ghosting your ear as you trembled and shook.
"told you," he whispered, voice thick with satisfaction as he finally slowed his movements, letting you ride out the aftershocks. his fingers slid out with a wet sound, bringing them to his lips to lick clean with deliberate slowness. "fuck, you taste even better than in the dreams."
you were still panting, oversensitive and dazed, when he laughed—soft and mean—and sank to his knees between your legs. the sight of him there sent a fresh wave of heat through you.
"cute," he murmured, before biting the inside of your thigh hard enough to make you yelp. the sharp pain melted into pleasure almost instantly, your traitorous body arching toward his mouth.
then his tongue was on you, licking a broad stripe through your folds with terrifying precision. it was just like the dream—his mouth hot and demanding, tongue sliding over your slit like he'd studied you, memorised the shape of your body in every twisted corner of this place. he started slow, languid licks that made you whine, your hips jerking forward on instinct—
he growled, low and guttural, hands digging into the backs of your thighs to lock you in place. "stay fucking still," he muttered into your pussy, voice raw with annoyance. "or i'll stop, and we both know you don't want that."
the threat shouldn't have worked. it shouldn't have made your stomach flip with something dangerously close to want. but you froze, hands fisting in your own hair as he dove back in, eating you like a starved thing—messy and loud and ravenous. his tongue curled inside you, lips sucking your clit until it throbbed, until tears stung your lashes from how good it felt, until you were gasping out broken little apologies you didn't even understand.
"please—" you choked out, unsure if you were begging him to stop or never stop, your thighs trembling with the effort to stay still.
he ignored you, his grip tightening as he licked a stripe up your soaked centre. "you say that like you have a choice," he murmured against your skin, the vibration making you jerk. "like you're not already mine in every way that matters." his teeth grazed your clit, the sharp edge of pleasure-pain making you cry out.
when he finally pulled away—lips shiny and chin dripping with you—he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and grinned up at you like he'd just won some grand prize.
"that's more like it," he whispered, stroking a finger through your folds one more time just to watch you twitch. "told you." his thumb pressed against your swollen clit, making you whimper as he rose to his full height, crowding you back against the mirrors.
"you were made to fall for me. every part of you."
as he stepped back into the mirror, literally melting into the glass like it was water, his final words followed you into the heavy silence.
“sweet dreams, darling.”
and you knew, with sinking dread, that they would be. he would see to that.
you woke up sprawled on the cold tile floor of an unfamiliar department, your body aching in ways that made heat crawl up your neck. your thighs stuck together uncomfortably, the fabric of your shorts damp in a way that had nothing to do with sweat. your throat felt raw, like you'd been screaming, but the last clear memory you had was sunghoon's fingers digging into your hips, his mouth—
"fuck," you hissed, slamming a fist against the floor hard enough to send a jolt of pain up your arm.
the sharp sting grounded you momentarily before the memories came flooding back—his hands everywhere, his voice whispering filth in your ear, the way your body had arched against him despite your screaming mind. you dragged your nails down your own arms, leaving angry red trails in their wake. "stop it. stop thinking about it."
but your skin still burned where he'd touched you, your pulse still throbbed between your legs in a traitorous rhythm.
you ripped a strip of fabric from your already tattered shirt with shaking hands, tying your tangled hair back with jerky movements. the scrap smelled faintly of his scent, that same scent that seemed to cling to every surface in this godforsaken mall. you threw it away violently, only to watch in horror as the fabric slithered back into your pocket like a living thing.
"i hate you," you whispered to the empty air, unsure if you were talking to sunghoon or yourself.
you walked with purpose this time, dragging your house keys along the walls to carve deep grooves in the paint. one scratch for every step, counting under your breath like a prisoner marking days.
"one hundred twenty-seven. one hundred twenty-eight." the numbers kept you sane, gave you something to focus on besides the way your body still hummed with residual pleasure. "one hundred twenty—"
the scratches disappeared before your eyes, the wall healing itself like fresh skin over a wound. you screamed then, a raw, guttural sound that echoed through the empty corridors.
"stop fucking with me!" your voice cracked on the last word, bouncing back to you in mocking repetition.
hours passed without any sign of sunghoon, and the silence grew teeth. it pressed against your eardrums until you found yourself humming just to fill the void, jumping at every creak of settling infrastructure. part of you—a traitorous, weak part—missed the sound of his voice, the way it curled around your name like a physical touch.
you shook your head violently, as if you could dislodge the thought. "shut up," you hissed to yourself, digging your nails into your palms. "just shut the fuck up."
that's when you found the theatre. it materialised at the end of a hallway that definitely hadn't been there yesterday, its ornate double doors gleaming under the emergency exit lights. the sign above read "starlight cinema" in peeling gold letters, though you'd never seen this place during your days of mapping the mall.
when you stepped closer, the doors swung inward with a whisper of movement, revealing a cavernous space of red velvet seats and a screen that took up the entire far wall.
your feet moved against your will, carrying you forward like a sleepwalker. the moment you crossed the threshold, the doors slammed shut behind you with a finality that made your stomach drop.
inside, the theatre was pristine—crimson velvet seats untouched by dust, the screen glowing faintly in the darkness. it smelled like fake butter and childhood nostalgia, the scent so incongruously normal it made your chest ache.
you sank into a plush seat without meaning to, your exhausted body folding into the comfort despite every warning bell ringing in your skull.
the screen flickered to life with a soft whir, showing shaky home footage of your bedroom. you watched, transfixed, as you saw yourself working on your studydesk, the scene not older than a year or two. the angle was skewed like someone was watching from the shower.
"stop," you whispered, fingers digging into the armrests.
you in your bedroom last year, dancing to a song only you could hear as you got ready for something. you crying in a car, your face illuminated by passing streetlights. you sleeping peacefully, the camera lingering on the rise and fall of your chest. hundreds of clips, some from moments you remembered vividly, others from mundane instants you'd never think to recall. and then—
you at your birthday party, blowing out candles for an age that you hadn’t turned yet. you old and grey, rocking slowly on a porch swing that didn't exist.
your blood turned to ice in your veins. "no," you whispered, fingers digging into the velvet armrests. "what the— this isn't—"
"i recorded all your best parts.
the seat beside you creaked as weight settled into it. you didn't need to look to know who was there. the scent of vanilla and matchsticks enveloped you first and then that oppressive buzz filled the air. then his fingers were prying your hands away from your face, his grip deceptively gentle.
"you see now, don't you?" sunghoon murmured, his breath warm against your ear. on screen, the footage showed you kissing him passionately, your hands fisted in his hair like you never wanted to let go. “i want to show you how pretty you look.”
"shhh," he soothed, pressing a finger to your lips just as you were about to scream at him. on screen, the footage changed to show last night—your head thrown back in pleasure, his mouth between your thighs.
"does it matter? you liked it. you came so hard you cried." his thumb brushed your bottom lip. "say thank you."
the words bubbled up in your throat before you could stop them. "thank you," you whispered, hating yourself even as your legs fell open slightly.
sunghoon smiled, slow and satisfied. "good girl." he stood abruptly, leaving you cold and aching in the theatre seat. "i'll be seeing you soon," he promised as he faded into the shadows. "very soon."
the screen went dark, then flickered back on to show real-time footage of you sitting there, your face flushed with desire and shame. as you watched, you couldn’t comprehend the rush of emotions going through you.
you staggered as you stood up, knocking over the popcorn stand in your rush to escape. the doors slammed shut behind you with finality, but it didn't matter—the images were burned into your retinas, playing on loop behind your eyelids every time you blinked. your future. your past. all his.
worst of all was the tiny, traitorous part of you that had lingered on one particular clip—the one where he'd kissed you so deeply you'd melted into it, your fingers tangled in his hair like you never wanted to let go.
that part of you wondered if resistance was even worth it anymore.
the maintenance corridor behind the shuttered arcade became your new hide out spot, its walls vibrating with a constant electrical hum that drowned out the mall's other noises.
you'd barricaded the door with a broken air hockey table, your back pressed against cold metal as you spread stolen flyers across the concrete floor. a penknife trembled in your hand as you carved routes into the paper, mapping every loop and dead end you'd encountered, marking each mirrored surface with a small 'x' that grew more frantic with each addition.
for the past few hours you had been constantly muttering patterns to yourself—three flickers of the lights meant he was nearby, that weird overhead buzzing preceded his appearances by seven seconds exactly, he always emerged from the largest reflective surface in any given room.
you'd figured it out through sleepless nights and panicked observation—sunghoon wasn't just haunting the mall. according to all the myths and stories you had read in your previous researched for an adventure, he was some type of a mirror entity, his presence woven into the mall’s very architecture. and mirrors were his doorways.
the realisation should have brought comfort because knowledge was power, wasn't it? but instead it settled in your stomach like a stone. how many reflective surfaces had you passed in your old life without realising he might be watching from the other side? how many shop windows, bathroom mirrors, even puddles on the street had been potential gateways for those hungry eyes?
the mall had continued shifting around you in subtle, malicious ways. you'd wake to find new corridors branching off familiar paths, their walls lined with mirrors angled just so to create infinite reflections. exit signs flickered and rearranged themselves into words that made your skin crawl when you accidentally read them aloud—"stay" one morning, "mine" the next.
you took to covering every reflective surface you passed with stolen clothing, your fingers shaking whenever you caught your own exhausted reflection in a shard of broken glass.
but the most terrifying change wasn't in the mall—it was in you. you started noticing the careful patterns in his stalking, the way he'd linger exactly three steps behind you in security mirror reflections before manifesting. how he'd pause near certain corridors, giving you time to notice escape routes that always, always led you somewhere worse.
he wasn't just chasing. he was leading you to where he wanted you to be. he had a sick fascination with chasing you. the realisation curled inside you like smoke, poisoning every thought even as your treacherous body began responding differently to his appearances—your pulse racing not just from fear, but from something hotter, darker, more shameful.
as you returned to reality from your spiralling thoughts, you realised that you hadn’t seen him in quite a while. it had been a few days and he had been pretty much laying low since the theatre incident.
so, you carefully removed the obstructions from the door and stepped outside to see what was going on. just as you turned right, a corridor appeared between one blink and the next—a stretch of space you were sure hadn’t been there yesterday, lined with rusting kiddie rides and claw machines that shuddered to life as you passed.
neon lights flickered overhead, painting the walls in harsh pinks and blues, the air full of mechanical chirps of arcade games activating without coins . your fingers tightened around the flashlight until the plastic groaned. every instinct screamed trap, trap, trap—he’d laid this path like a fisherman unspooling line, waiting to reel you in. and yet, your feet kept moving.
deeper into the arcade, a toy store’s entrance gaped dark ahead, its broken animatronic mascot slumped in the corner like a discarded puppet. you stepped inside before you could chicken out, the air thick with the scent of aged plastic and something faintly metallic.
"okay, seriously," you muttered, kicking a deflated basketball out of your path. it hit a shelf of waterlogged stuffed animals, their fur patchy with mold.
"how many times do i have to ask? why me?" your voice bounced off the ceiling, too loud in the silence. "why not just pick someone who'd actually want this fucked up—"
"because you're mine."
his voice came from everywhere at once—from the cracked speakers of a nearby karaoke machine, from the mouth of a decapitated doll at your feet, from the hot press of lips against your ear a second before hands locked around your waist. you gasped, elbow flying back to connect with nothing but air as he materialised behind you with a sharp smile.
"most guests just die," sunghoon continued, walking you backward until the checkout counter dug into your spine. his knee slid between yours, forcing your legs apart casually.
"scream themselves hoarse begging for doors that won't open. but you—" his teeth grazed your pulse point, biting down just hard enough to make you whimper. "you keep fighting. even when your pretty little cunt drips for me. even when you moan my name in your sleep."
your flashlight cracked against his cheek before you could think better of it, the sound echoeing like a gunshot.
for one terrifying second, the entire mall went still. the flickering lights froze. the distant hum of electricity cut out. then sunghoon's hand was fisting in your hair, yanking your head back so hard white spots danced in your vision.
"oh, darling," he purred, pupils swallowing his irises whole. "you're gonna regret that."
the world tilted as he spun you around, your front slamming into the counter hard enough to bruise. his body pressed flush against yours, every inch of him radiating predatory intent. you could feel him, all of him—the thick length of his cock straining against his pants, pressed snug against your ass. your breath hitched traitorously.
"still so fucking feisty," he mused, grinding forward just to hear you gasp. one hand kept yours pinned to the counter while the other slid down to squeeze your throat—not cutting off air, just reminding you he could. "gonna have to get rid of that nasty attitude, huh?"
you thrashed, but he just chuckled darkly, his free hand making quick work of his belt. the clink of metal hitting tile sent a shiver down your spine. when his cock sprang free, heavy and flushed against your lower back, your thighs pressed together instinctively.
"none of that," he tsked, delivering a sharp smack to your ass that made you yelp. the sting bloomed hot under your skin, mixing with the shameful pulse between your legs. "on your knees. now."
when you hesitated, his grip on your hair tightened, forcing you down until your knees hit cracked linoleum. the pain barely registered—not with the way he was staring down at you with dark hunger. his cock bobbed inches from your face, the tip glistening with precum.
"open," he demanded, thumb pressing against your bottom lip.
you clenched your jaw shut, glaring up at him through your lashes. bad move. his smile turned razor-sharp as he leaned down, his free hand slipping between your legs to rub two fingers against your soaked panties.
"really?" he mocked, feeling you jerk against his touch. "gonna play tough when you're this wet? fucking dripping just from me manhandling you?" his fingers pressed harder, drawing a broken moan from your lips. "open your mouth or i stop. your choice."
the threat shouldn't have worked. it shouldn't have made your stomach flip. but when his fingers started to pull away, your lips parted on a whimper.
"good girl," he crooned, sliding his cock between your lips before you could change your mind. the stretch burned—he was thicker than you expected, the head bumping the back of your throat immediately. tears pricked your eyes as you gagged, your nails digging into his thighs.
sunghoon groaned, his hips jerking forward instinctively. "fuck, look at you," he rasped, tilting your chin up so he could watch your lips stretch around him. "taking me so pretty even when you're pouting. gonna ruin you for anyone else."
his thrusts started slow—shallow pumps that let you adjust to his size. but when you hollowed your cheeks experimentally, his control shattered. suddenly he was fucking into your mouth with abandon, the head of his cock hitting your throat with every other thrust. tears streamed down your face as you choked, spit dripping down your chin in messy strands.
"that's it," he praised, fingers tightening in your hair. "take it. you love this, don't you? love how fucking filthy you look right now." his voice dropped to a growl. "bet you'd come just from this if i touched you."
the humiliating part was that he wasn't wrong. your hips rocked forward uselessly, seeking friction against the air. sunghoon laughed, the bastard, but didn't give you what you wanted, his thrusts only growing erratic.
"gonna cum," he warned, pulling back just enough to let you breathe. "swallow every drop or i'll make you lick it off the floor."
you barely had time to nod before he was coming, hot spurts flooding your tongue. you swallowed obediently, your throat working around him. his groan was downright sinful, his hips stuttering as he milked himself dry on your tongue.
when he finally pulled out, you gasped for air, your lips swollen and slick. sunghoon looked wrecked—hair mussed, chest heaving, his cock still hard and glistening with your spit. he crouched to your level, tilting your chin up with two fingers.
as he hauled you up and kissed you deep, you weren't entirely sure you minded. you wondered when exactly the lines between captor and something else had begun to blur.
"look at you," he murmured, voice wrecked, thumb brushing your lower lip like he was marvelling at some precious artifact. the way his dark eyes drank you in—mouth slack, lashes fluttering, that stubborn defiance still flickering beneath the dazed surrender—made heat crawl up your neck.
"so fucking pretty when you give in."
"i didn’t—ah!" your weak protest dissolved into a gasp as he suddenly gripped your jaw, his thumb pressing down on your tongue with possessiveness that sent sparks straight to your core.
"liar," sunghoon purred, watching with rapt attention as you instinctively sucked at his thumb. he dragged the wet digit down your neck, leaving a cool trail that made you shiver.
you opened your mouth to retort, but the words dissolved into a startled moan as he manhandled you with terrifying ease, spinning you around and bending you over the dusty counter so fast the world tilted. the cold air hit your exposed skin just before his palm did—a sharp smack that made you jerk forward with a yelp. "f-fuck!"
"always so loud," he teased, yanking your jeans down past your thighs with no patience, his fingers skating over the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. you could feel his smirk against your shoulder blades as you trembled.
"so wet and i haven’t even touched you yet." his voice dipped into something awed, almost reverent, as he dragged two fingers through your slickness, spreading you open with obscene ease. "shit, you’re dripping. all for me?"
"shut up," you managed, voice trembling as much as your legs, fingers scrambling for purchase on the counter’s edge.
the denial sounded weak even to your own ears, especially when your hips pressed back instinctively at the first brush of his cock against your entrance—thick and hot and already leaking.
sunghoon’s laugh was dark as he lined himself up, one hand fisting in your hair to yank your head back. "say that again when you’re not grinding against me like some desperate thing," he challenged, before slamming into you with one brutal thrust that punched the air from your lungs.
you saw stars, knees buckling as the stretch burned—he was bigger than you’ve ever had, the ache bordering on too much until he pulled out and drove back in, hitting that spot inside you that made your toes curl.
"f-fuck! sunghoon—"
"that’s it," he growled, releasing your hair to grip your hips instead, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. each snap of his hips sent the counter rattling, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the abandoned store alongside your broken whimpers.
"take it. you can." his voice frayed at the edges as he angled deeper, the filthy squelch of your combined arousal filling the air. "fuck, the sounds you make..."
you bit your lip to stifle the noises, but he noticed immediately, leaning over your back to nip at your earlobe.
"none of that," he chided, breath hot against your neck. "i want to hear every pretty little noise i pull from you." his hand slid around to your clit, rubbing tight circles that had you arching with a cry. "that’s my girl. let go for me."
the coil in your belly tightened unbearably as he whispered filth in your ear—how perfect you felt wrapped around him, how he’d dreamt of this since the first moment he saw you through the glass, how he knew you’d come untouched if he just fucked you deep enough.
"p-please," you sobbed, nails scratching at the counter as your thighs quivered.
"please what, sweet thing?" he teased, thumb pressing harder on your clit as his thrusts turned erratic. "use your words."
"please let me come," you begged, the admission spilling out amidst broken moans. "i need it—need you—"
your orgasm crashed over you without warning as he snarled "good girl" against your skin, so intense your vision whited out, his name tumbling from your lips like a prayer as you clenched around him.
sunghoon cursed, his rhythm faltering for the first time as he fucked you through it, his own release barrelling toward him.
"gonna fill you up," he rasped, hips stuttering as he buried himself to the hilt, spilling inside you with a groan that sounded almost pained. "fuck—fuck, you take me so well."
for one suspended moment, there was nothing but the sound of your mingled breaths and the slow drip of condensation from a broken freezer somewhere in the mall. then his lips brushed the shell of your ear, softer now, almost tender as he gently turned your face toward a nearby security mirror.
"look," he murmured, still sheathed inside you, his arms bracketing your trembling body. the reflection showed your wrecked form—flushed skin, bitten lips, his handprint blooming across your skin.
"see how beautiful we are together?" his fingers traced the love bites along your shoulder. "you don’t really want to leave."
the worst part wasn’t the words. it was the way your heart stuttered in agreement as you watched his lips graze your pulse point in the mirror—his satisfied smirk, your dazed eyes, the obscene way his cum leaked down your thigh when he finally pulled out. and god help you, you’d never felt more alive.
you didn’t pull away when sunghoon pressed closer, his chest warm against your back as he nuzzled into your nape. his fingers traced lazy circles on your hip through the sticky mess he’d left between your thighs, the touch somehow possessive and tender at once. your body just hummed with leftover pleasure, muscles loose and pliant like melted wax.
"say it," he murmured against your ear, lips brushing the shell so softly it made you shiver. "just once. i know you want to."
your throat tightened. you dug your nails into your palms, trying to summon the anger that used to come so easily. but all you could focus on was the way his breath hitched when your thighs squeezed together reflexively, how his hands trembled slightly where they gripped you—like he was the one unravelling now.
the word slipped out before you could stop it. "yours."
he went utterly still behind you. for one terrifying second, the entire mall seemed to hold its breath—the flickering lights froze mid-spasm, the distant dripping faucet you’d listened to for weeks went silent. then his arms locked around you so tight you felt his heartbeat against your spine, frantic as a caged bird.
when he turned you to face him, his eyes were different—not that eerie predator’s gaze, but something raw and human and starving.
"again," he demanded, voice cracking on the word.
you expected to feel trapped. instead, something warm uncoiled in your chest when his thumb brushed your cheekbone with unbearable gentleness.
"yours," you whispered, and watched his lashes flutter closed like you’d given him water after years in the desert.
the mall came alive around you. lights buzzed to life down the corridor, the broken neon sign outside the arcade sputtered pink and blue across your tangled bodies, and somewhere distant, a music box began playing that half-remembered lullaby from your childhood. when he kissed you, it wasn’t like before—no biting, no games—just slow, deep presses of his mouth that made your toes curl against the filthy tile.
"good girl," he breathed against your lips, the words so full of wonder it made your chest ache. "let me take care of you now. please." his hands slid under your thighs, lifting you like you weighed nothing, and you surprised yourself by tucking your face into his neck without protest. his skin smelled like that familiar vanilla and spicy scent, which was now comforting and familiar as your own heartbeat.
he carried you past mirrors that no longer showed your ragged reflection—just glimpses of a softer version of you with your fingers threaded through his hair, wrapped in his jacket, smiling sleepily up at him. part of you knew you should be terrified. the rest of you was too busy memorising the way his breathing stuttered when you nuzzled closer.
time moved differently after that. the mall stopped fighting you—or maybe you stopped fighting it. the flickering lights steadied. the food court started serving your favourite mango smoothies exactly when you craved them. one morning you woke to actual sunlight streaming through a skylight that hadn’t existed the night before, dust motes dancing in the beam like tiny stars.
"you’re spoiling me," you muttered when sunghoon pressed a cup of real coffee into your hands, just how you’d liked it before this place.
he grinned, all sharp teeth and boyish delight, as he flopped onto the mattress beside you.
"that’s the point, dummy." his fingers laced through yours, cold as always but no longer unsettling. "if you’re happy, i’m happy." the way he said it made your stomach flip—like your joy was his oxygen.
you learned the new rules slowly. when you mentioned missing thunderstorms, the mall piped in recorded rain sounds until sunghoon caught you crying to the fake patter and snapped his fingers to make it stop.
"none of that," he’d grumbled, pressing you into a pile of stolen blankets. "if you want real rain, i’ll find a way. just don’t—" his voice cracked. "don’t look at me like i’ve failed you."
the first time you saw another person—a college-aged girl with a backpack clutching her phone like a lifeline—your stomach dropped. sunghoon tensed beside you on the escalator, watching your face carefully.
"want me to scare her off?" he whispered, already smiling at the idea.
you studied the girl’s wide eyes as she took in the suddenly pristine stores, the way her fingers hovered over a rack of vintage dresses that definitely hadn’t been there yesterday. she looked like you, once. hopeful and stupid.
"no," you said at last, turning your face into sunghoon’s shoulder. "she’s too loud anyway."
his laugh was bright and surprised, his kiss to your temple so proud it made your cheeks burn. "whatever you want, darling."
as the girl wandered deeper into the mall, the lights behind her dim one by one. you don’t watch. you already knew how this was going to end.
in a dystopian society where vampires have taken over the world, cities are divided in two parts:
the bane zone, where human rebels and outcast vampires tear each other apart every night — and the high zone, where all the others vampires and humans peacefully coexist, or at least in appearance.
after losing everything that was dear to you, you’ve decided to become a vampire hunter, surviving in the deadly bane zone of seoul for many years.
but one fateful day, you’re forced to infiltrate the high zone, as your found family of hunters were caught and are now held captive by seven of the velite — the vampire elite.
as you venture into the elite circle of vampires to try to save them, you unfortunately meet sunghoon, a velite with an ethereal beauty but sadistic tendencies, who chooses you for his favorite hobby: a bloody cat-and-mouse game.
｡ warning: a lot of profanity , prostitution and human trafficking networks , slut-shaming (including a bit from y/n) , anxiety-inducing settings , mention of thinness and lack of nutrition , sexual harassment (by an external character) , vampire things , social class disparity , y/n says she's prefer to d*e than ... , y/n also mentions she wants to torture and kill vampires (lol) , mention of drug and alcohol , a bit of action. !MDNI, CONTENT AIMED TO INFORMED AUDIENCE!
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NOTES (1) chapter 2 is here, faster than i expected it! ig the few adorable reactions i got motivated me hihi. A LOT happens here and as promised, both jake and heeseung appear (well for jake, it's more like he's mentioned), and i might have lied about a certain person not appearing before the next part *evil laugh* read the warning (for real please) and enjoy the reading.
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The surroundings are calm and soothing. A soul in a hypnagogic state is lulled by the velvety sound of flowing water. Eyes closed, gradually, the train of thought resumes its course; you can't remember the last time sleeping felt so numbing.
Opening your heavy eyelids is an ordeal in itself. But as soon as you do, your body rushes to cough, spitting out water from your now inflamed lungs.
You wake up with a start, your heart pounding in your chest with fear. You look around and immediately notice it's daylight. Relieved, you breathe deeply. Your body is half underwater, your clothes and hair soaked. A piece of your t-shirt is caught on barbed wire, which probably saved you from drowning.
From the abandoned appearance of the leftover structures, you realize you're still in the Bane Zone, but you've never ventured this far. For five years you were unaware that a river flowed along the edge of the area. You feel really stupid because it could have made showering so much easier for your hunters’ group.
But at the thought of your companions, your breath catches, recalling events. A torrent of scenes violently flashes through your mind: the way you ran and hid all night. Your dagger plunging savagely into the bane vampire's heart. Jay's terrifying grin and his velvety voice vibrating against your skin. His sinuous tongue reveling in your blood. His sharp fangs nearly piercing your flesh. And ultimately, your precious collar constricting around your throat before snapping between his fingers, causing you to plunge into the river.
Unconsciously, your hand wraps around your neck. The immediate pain upon contact makes you wince. To your misfortune, you vividly remember the sensation of Jay's cold, barbarous fingers tightening there. It sends shivers of terror down your spine.
And you hate the feeling of emptiness. The emptiness of the missing necklace, gifted by your mother, which accompanied you through all those nightmarish years, and the emptiness in your heart.
You're alone. Miserably alone. They're all gone. The hunters, your chosen family, have all been taken away from you. You're more than angry; you're furious. You finally allow the tears to well up and stream down your colorless cheeks. All those years of resistance, gone to dust in a single night.
You wonder why the heavens have spared you once again. The river water wasn't particularly deep; the chances of dying from the fall were greater than those of surviving it.
Yet here you are, alive, but at what cost? You try to move, but your body aches so much. Falling from that height has obviously left you badly injured, not to mention your left arm, which seems to be fractured.
But you bear your suffering and grit your teeth.
What's the point of going back to your hideout now that the vampires know it? How are you supposed to find a new one on your own? You chuckle silently at your misery. As if your existence wasn't horrible enough.
To tell the truth, you have nothing to retrieve. Nothing but a few old, tattered clothes. Years of survival have made you give up all your belongings. The weapons you had with you are either left behind on the battlefield or lost in the water current. The only and last thing you truly owned was your silver necklace, but now? It's in the hands of some Velite bastard.
So without thinking twice, you follow your instinct and decide to untie your t-shirt from the barbed wire. You allow your body to sink, swimming underneath as best you can despite your injuries. You cross to the other side for the first time and let yourself be swept along the flow of the tranquil river.
After a while, you see the end of the waterway, which seems to end in a sewer. So you don't wait and push your body against the shore. You crawl out of the water, groaning in pain. Luckily, your muscles are trained and your bones accustomed to pain; otherwise, you wouldn't be able to accomplish anything.
Noticing no change in the vicinity, you then ask yourself where you could be: still in the Bane Zone or at the far end of the High Zone? You don't see any surveillance posts or cameras nearby, yet you definitely crossed the barrier. But what if... this place was a crossing for the rebels? An unmonitored network, forgotten and unguarded?
At the thought, you slowly get up and start walking, disregarding the throbbing pain throughout your body and also your growling stomach.
You're not sure where you're going, or even what you're trying to do. Rescue your friends, retrieve your necklace, get revenge? All this with your body in this pitiful state, and your power pills also in Jay's possession? It's absolutely laughable.
Yet you can't think of anything else, because what else is there? So you keep moving forward into the unknown, with no particular destination in mind.
After what seems like thirty minutes, small gray houses appear in your field of vision. Far from luxurious and even quite shoddy, but nothing damaged, unlike everything in the Bane Zone. Something that confirms you're definitely in the High Zone. And somehow, you're a bit perplexed; you were expecting things to be more... fancy?
However, you notice cameras and immediately hide behind a wall section. But after a few seconds of watching them, you also realize they're… turned off? No red light, no movement, too strange.
The neighborhood is also unusually quiet; at this time of day, humans should be bustling about, coming and going, yet… these houses seem uninhabited. Even stranger.
Where the hell are you?
You don't know if it's a dream opportunity or a bloody trap, but anyway. You stop thinking further and head discreetly for the nearest house. Standing in front of the window, you check to see if you have anything left that you could use to open it. And that's when you feel it, hidden in your boot: a long, sharp silver hairpin.
You quickly grab it and try to force the window open. After struggling for a while, you finally hear a click: Open.
Hearing no alarm, you sneak inside as best you can, stifling your grimaces of pain; under normal circumstances, it would be easy, as you are used to breaking into places in the Bane Zone.
You're a little taken aback by the interior. The decor is very cold, nothing cozy; it looks more like the inside of a prison cell than a house. But it's been so long since you've been in a house in a normal state that it feels almost strange; you're even a little disconcerted.
Without waiting, driven by your hunger, you go straight to the kitchen and open the fridge, cupboards, or anywhere to find something to eat. You're quick to notice that there isn't much, just bottles of water and what looks like... prune juice? Some canned foods too, but they'll do. Like, really. You stopped being a picky eater when your life became hell to survive.
Now that you think about it, you have no idea how long you were unconscious in the water: it could have been one night, two, or even three. But judging by your state, you think it should be at least two. After that, the bane vampires would surely have tracked you down.
You open two cans, peas and white beans, which you devour quickly with a fork found in a drawer. You almost moan at the sensation of your warm stomach, full for once. After emptying them, you plan to throw the wrecks outside so as not to leave any evidence of your presence in this house.
Even if you don't think anyone will come back here, judging by the state of the food stock or simply the obvious lack of life within these gray walls—you can never be too prudent; You've learned your lesson well now, and the thought makes you snort bitterly. So you decide to hurry upstairs, stumbling on almost every step, to find the bathroom.
Once inside, you lock yourself in and quickly look around: the bathroom is small, but it has everything you need, including a working shower. You clumsily undress, your broken arm causing another wave of pain throughout your limbs, and rush naked between the glass walls of the shower.
And as soon as you turn on the tap, you're stunned: water at high pressure, which, a few seconds later, heats up? How long has it been since you've experienced such comfort? As soon as the warm water runs over your hair and then your skin, you catch other drops on your face—your tears. It feels so good that you actually cry with sheer delight.
You close your eyes and breathe calmly, immersing yourself in this rare and distant state of well-being. In this simple moment, you feel human again.
After showering, you observe your waxy complexion in the mirror, marring your features: pretty in a terrible way, giving your beauty a rugged quality.
Under the sink, to your relief, you find a medical kit to treat yourself. You had forgotten the smell of disinfectant. You do your best to treat your wounds and your injured arm, concluding with a good number of band-aids and a bandage.
But when it's time to treat the bruise around your neck, you get tense; every time the balm meets your skin at your fingertips, Jay's face pops into your mind, and you almost swear.
You set off to explore the equally modest bedroom. You took the liberty of stealing clothes to replace your own… which no longer look like anything, and to your great surprise, the wardrobe turned out to be women's? Not to be prejudiced, but it didn't look like a woman's house at all. Everything was so austere, with no personal touches.
Once again, the premises resembled more a place for a jailbird than a real place to live. But whatever, the clothes were new and of decent quality, so you picked up a T-shirt, sweatshirt, pants—all black, the color to blend into the darkness.
After you're done, you feel like crap once again. No matter how much you managed to loosen up in the hot water, concern always comes back in a flash. This place, this neighborhood—everything is shady; it's difficult to feel at ease.
You glance at the bed behind you; a night's sleep in a proper bed, free of dust and dirt, would do you a world of good, but nope, you know you can't stay here, much to your regret. It's too dangerous. Nevertheless, you won't lie: after not tasting comfort for so long, it's already hard to leave behind the little you've touched again.
You then close the door with a longing and exhausted expression and go back downstairs. On the way, you gather up the traces of yourself in your hands and flee the house through the window, just as you did on the way in.
Abandoning your humanity once again to become a ghost of the streets, the vampire huntress is out of the game for the time being.
You've been venturing for a long time—too long. You can feel the sores beneath your feet forming. And to your dismay, the sun just reached the end of its descent.
Your heart begins to race all over again—a cycle of pain and fear that you can never get used to. You know that Banes can't enter the High Zone, but nothing helps; you're on your guard like every other time: if you managed to infiltrate so effortlessly, a bane vampire must succeed from time to time.
At that moment, you notice in the distance, and even slightly hear, city lights, quite reddish in this area, and the easily recognizable noise of traffic.
Instinctively, you retrieve the silver hairpin from your boot to form a bun with it so that it will be easier to retrieve if necessary; it’s unfortunately your only remaining weapon of protection.
As you cautiously approach the red neon lights, you quickly notice the grime in the alleys and the smell of urine in the air. No fucking way this is the High Zone? You also realize that there are no CCTV cameras in this place.
You find it hard to believe that such a poor area could belong here. Then you pause in your tracks to hide behind a heavy iron door, from which raucous music blares out.
As you discreetly scan the scene, you see a woman exit the premises, stumbling in her heels, as the heavy door slams shut behind her. Her make-up is smudged, her hair is a tangled mess, and her slinky dress has slipped off her shoulders, revealing the shape of her chest. At first glance, you think she's drunk or maybe drugged, but then, looking more closely, you notice the blood tears dripping from several... bites? all over her body.
You gasp silently, finding it harder to cope with the situation than to understand it. Because your brain is too fast, already processing everything.
Then, you see her collapse to the ground, and your face creases with distress. You know you should stay hidden in your corner, but you can't help yourself. After several minutes with no one coming out of the place, you decide to go to her, your humanity still tugging at you in spite of everything.
The ghost isn’t really ghosting anything, you point out to yourself, as you kneel beside the unconscious young woman. Her entire skin is covered with bite marks, from the most recent ones gushing to the older ones pink or white.
You feel so terrible and decide to check her pulse, your eyebrows furrowed with worry: weak but alive. You wish you could do something for her, like actually help and rescue her, but you can't even do anything for yourself right now.
You hear the door creaking open and hurry to hide back. A second woman comes out of the place, dressed in the same manner, and crouches down where you were.
You don't know why, but her face is somehow familiar to you. You wander through the maze of your mind, and then when you realize, surprise strikes you, and her name comes out of your mouth, louder than you wanted, unable to hold it back.
“[Friend Name].” The name of your former best friend is uttered in an audible whisper, with as much shock as sorrow. Immediately, the young woman flinches and turns her attention towards the sound of the voice. When she notices and recognizes your features in the shadows of your hideout, her face twists in the same emotions as yours.
“Y/N, is it really you?” She calls your name too in a shaky voice, and tears well up in both your eyes as you rush out of your hiding place, falling to your knees uncontrollably to take her in your arms. She returns the hug, and you feel her sobbing into your shoulder.
“I can’t believe you’re alive.” You say in total disbelief in her ear, stroking the back of her head. Your closest friend is alive. Alive but... Without meaning to, your eyes cascade over her exposed skin, and you notice them as well: bite marks.
You stop moving, and she senses it, feeling her flinch. She hesitantly pulls away from your arms and doesn't dare look you in the eye anymore, assumably ashamed. You want to tell her, "Don't be," but the words get stuck in your mouth; you don't know the whole story, but you can already tell that she's a victim.
She then mutters, “Let's not stay here; it's not safe,” and turns to her unconscious colleague. A little embarrassed, she asks, “Do you think you could help?” Despite your aching body, you obviously agree, helping to carry the unconscious girl on your shoulder and following your friend to another door, in an adjacent alleyway.
The place is dark, lit only by a faint light from green neon lights. Stifling smoke fills the air, and judging by the smell, it's cigarettes mixed with other, much stronger substances... You hold your breath for a moment, not wanting any poison to permeate your airways, until you reach what appears to be a bedroom. The few beds are unmade, with clothes and makeup scattered everywhere. It reeks of cheap perfume, but it's already better than toxic substances.
Both of you out of breath, you finally release the unconscious woman onto one of the beds, and your friend closes the door behind you, locking it. Noticing how you don't move and your worried face, your old friend indicates, “Don't worry; after resting and drinking prune juice, she'll be fine.”
When she mentions prune juice, you immediately remember the bricks you found in the fridge earlier. And in a way, you hate how your brain is so fast at calculating bits of info: that house earlier was indeed like a jail, a jail for a woman who is (or was) in the clutches of a vampire.
Assessing where your friend lives compared to the house you previously infiltrated, you assume that they don't belong to the same categories, though: your friend's social status is likely very low in this vile, vampiric society.
All this disgusts you, but you nod to her words, as if what she just said is normal. However, your concern doesn't entirely go away and ends up shifting onto your friend. You're concerned about her current life, but you also don't want to pressure her into talking about it.
At a glance, and from the dark circles under her eyes, you know she is exhausted as she sits on the edge of the bed with a heavy sigh. Then, she gently invites you to join her with a pat. After an awkward moment of silence, she breaks it and starts talking softly, avoiding your stare once more. “I can't believe you're alive and safe too. Where have you been all this time?”
Under her curious look, you explain clearly that after being separated from your loved ones, including her, you hid for a long time in what is now the Bane Zone. You tell her with a nervous laugh that you still don't know how you managed to stay alive, but that on your journey to survival you ended up meeting... other people like you, not mentioning the word rebels or worse, hunters, although she must already suspect it. You loathe yourself for doubting your old friend, but it's just too difficult to trust anyone these days.
After you're done talking, she clears her throat, knowing that it's her turn. You wish to tell her that she doesn't have to say anything if she isn't comfortable, but a selfish part of you also wants to confirm your suspicions, so you keep quiet and let her speak. “When everything had fallen apart, I was so stupid. So very stupid. I was also scared and a coward.” She lets out a sour chuckle as she continues, “I should have followed the bravest ones into the Bane Zone, but instead I decided to find someone. Or, to reach him, at least.”
She hesitates for a moment, as if what she is about to say weighs heavily on her chest. “Do you remember that young vampire on TV that I used to like and mention to you often back then?” You know right away who she's talking about; his handsome face and your friend's crazy words had both made an impression on you. “After I too lost my family, I was desperate and clung to his skewed image. In my eyes, at that moment, he was so radiant, I wanted to believe him, and it was the only thing that helped me carry on.”
You notice them, tears running down her cheeks covered in blush, without her even realizing. “I indeed found Jake here, in this shady place, because that's where I was told he was rumored to be hanging out. I was naive; I thought it was just a normal nightclub. And before I even had time to realize anything, I was manipulated into staying; I was coerced into joining this ring.” Her face contorts with pain and regret. “I'm sure you can already guess that the women and boys here are… hookers. Hookers for vampires, specifically. They love to call us blood-whores. We don't just give our bodies but also our blood. Many of us die every night, drained, but that's just a detail for them.”
Then, you see a weird, faint smile on her lips, twisted with an array of emotions you wouldn't be able to describe properly... Like hope and love being ripped away. “And I'm his, Jake's blood-whore. Among many other women, of course. And believe me, I have a dog leash around my neck. No one is allowed to touch me except him, and everyone knows it. According to the vampires who have us under their control, I should be honored that he even deigns to look in my direction since he's a Velite. Can you believe this fucking nonsense?” She then begins to sneer deliriously, and you understand her reaction. If you were in her place, you wouldn't be here anymore. LOL. Like, no fucking way you become some vampire's bitch; you might as well stab yourself with your silver hairpin.
“Anyway, let's stop talking about Jake and also our pathetic lives.” She calms down and asks you, a little confused, “If you managed to escape and survive in the Bane Zone, why did you come here?” After hearing how she feels about the Velites, you loosen up a little and decide to be more honest with her.
“Two nights ago, a Velite unexpectedly came to our hideout. My comrades were taken away by him and his henchmen. So now I'm alone, and I won't be able to survive very long in the Bane Zone without anyone.” You swallow hard since what comes next is still painful to recount. “I can still hear their screams in my head. I simply can't leave them in the hands of this monster. I also need to get back the necklace my mother gave me. It's the last thing that connects me to her and my family. And I'm sure that bastard is keeping it safe,” your jaw clenching at the last sentence.
You see your friend deep in thought. “The Velite you mentioned, do you know his name?” You snicker at her question; you wish you didn't know his name, but he made sure you knew it, and it'd be engraved in your memory, wouldn't it?
“Jay, it's Jay.” Uttering his name is pure torture.
“Oh,” she blurts out, taken aback. “I’ve heard Jake say his name several times,” she recalls. “They’re probably friends.”
You're not sure you understand where her thoughts are leading until she almost exclaims with joy before remembering where she is and leaning closer to you to whisper. “Your goal is to infiltrate the Velites, right?” Until now, you hadn't really thought about it, but you nod in agreement because, indeed, it's the only place where you can do what you want. “In three days, there will be a blood moon. And the vampires of the High Zone love to celebrate the milestone with a special... party.” You listen to her attentively: “To spice up their evening, they select a few people from our ring to go there, since Jake is... a VIP client,” something that makes you both shudder with disgust. But right after that, you pause, realizing what she's implying.
“Wait, wait, you want me to pretend to be a... blood-whore?” Words are hard to get out of your mouth and leave a bitter taste. Your old friend nods affirmatively, and her face wrinkles into a sorry expression. “Right now, I don't see any other way for you to get into their district. Security is really tight, and you'd get caught immediately.”
Then she adds, “I heard that this time the party is a masquerade ball, like in the old days for those devils,” and you realize that the opportunity is indeed perfect; Jay won't be able to recognize your face or track your scent among so many people.
The idea of being surrounded by so many bloodsuckers is already driving you crazy, though. Can you really do it? What's more, in this... role. No offense to your friend.
But just as you're in the middle of the intense discussion, you're interrupted by the sound of a loud knock on the door. “Hey [Name]-bitch, I know you're there. Get your ass over here; Jake just arrived.”
The brutality of the language startles you both, and you can see from your friend's face and the way her fingers grip the sheets that she's already panicking.
She gets up from the bed, and this time she looks at you in the eyes, crying out for help, and God, you want to get her out of there so bad. You want to promise your old friend that once you've completed your mission, you'll come back for her. But you know that the odds of it being an empty promise are high, and she doesn't deserve to live with false hope.
As she nervously adjusts her dress as low as possible on her thighs, she quietly says to you, “I-I’ll be back later. My... absence will give you time to think about my suggestion.” She leans in close to your ear, whispering as softly as possible. “If you decide to do it, know that you can hide here. I'll help you infiltrate the ring just before the selection process.”
You watch her reluctantly back away. She delicately takes your hand and squeezes it, more to give herself courage than to you. Then, after one last squeeze, she flees the room without looking back, as if she were to look at you one last time, she wouldn't be able to go to Jake.
And without noticing, three days have passed. Too quickly for your liking. You didn't have to say your answer out loud to your former best friend; the fact that you're still here said it all.
It's with a throbbing heart of unease and anxiety that you watch your friend primp you. In a few hours, the selection process will take place, followed by the masquerade ball itself.
It's been so long since you've worn makeup or had your hair styled other than in a loose ponytail with a worn hair tie. The smell of perfume makes you sick, but you put up with it. When she finishes your makeup, you can hardly recognize yourself in the dirty mirror; your hair has been neatly styled and arranged into an elegant bun, leaving two strands to fall delicately in front. Your eyes are like those of a fox, enhanced with smoky black eyeshadow and long eyeliner. Your skin is smooth, with a much healthier appearance. A few glitter particles linger on your thin features, and finally, your lips are accentuated by a light shiny gloss; this look is too much for you, but you know it's quite nothing for girls... around here.
“Perfect,” says your friend, admiring her work. Then she turns to the hot dresses and Venetian masks lying on the bed. “It's time.” She knows you're deliberately avoiding looking at your dress; all these years, you've been covering every morsel of skin with clothes for fear that a vampire might be tempted. So the idea of being so... exposed, under their hungry eyes, actually terrifies you. Unconsciously, your black clothes have always hidden everything about you, like armor.
But you know that for the plan to work, you have no choice. You take a deep, deep, deep breath and get up from the stool to head toward the bed. You take one last look at the nightmarish outfit and frown with displeasure as you begin to undress to put it on.
Your left arm isn't healed yet; it will definitely take more than a week, especially without the pills, so your friend helps you with the zipper. And it's demeaning that she has to assist you with something so simple. You cross your fingers that you won't have to fight before you're fully recovered. But at least, for tonight, the rest of your body hurts less, which is enough to run, you tell yourself bitterly.
To your relief, she picked a black dress, probably knowing that you wouldn't have been able to handle anything else. But in any case, as soon as she totally zips it, you can't breathe. It's so low-cut and tight-fitting. You don't dare look at yourself in the full-length mirror; although clearly lacking nourishment, years of hunting have shaped your body, refined your waist, and perfectly toned your legs… and your butt. Your body is likely attractive, and you want to pull the trigger straight to your head.
As you absentmindedly gaze at your silver Venetian mask, you hear your friend almost shriek behind you. You turn around in confusion and watch her compare the two of you. More precisely, she compares the condition of your skin: yours is tougher, covered with scratches and various cuts, while hers is softer but riddled with bite marks. Without waiting, she grabs your arm and drags you back to the stool. “That won't do, that won't do,” she murmurs to herself as she starts to draw bite marks on your skin with makeup, seemingly accustomed to doing this.
Your silver Venetian mask half-covers your face, and before leaving, you slipped your long, deadly hairpin into your bun, adding a little je ne sais quoi to your overall look even though it's meant to defend yourself... or kill some ageless beasts. Holding the arm of your former best friend, you leave the bedroom apprehensively and head together for the club. Your feet hurt; it's been too long since you last wore high heels, accustomed as you are to your old boots, which you already miss.
It was arranged this evening that you would take the spot of the unconscious colleague, who fortunately woke up but isn’t in a condition to participate. By the by, you're wearing her very own perfume, hoping that it will be sufficient and that the vampires won't notice the difference in the scent of your blood. But the fact that there were many, many people in this hellish place should help. Even so, you pray to the heavens.
After a few minutes, you finally arrive at the club, and a line of well-dressed people are already waiting. The fact that people are willing to go there is crazy to you; you know that many humans in the High Zone are traitors who have chosen an easy life here, but you didn't know that some enjoy being blood-whores for vampires.
Your best friend confided in you that if it weren't to make your charade more convincing, she would never have participated in such events. And your heart sank when she said that, to say she's ready to be chosen and possibly devoured by Jake again tonight just to help you. You really don't want to leave her now that you've finally found her.
Your sentimental train of thought comes to an end when a group of sickly-looking men enter the room. You can tell from the way they stand and observe each human being as if they were pieces of meat that they are the talked-about vampires who run the ring and will therefore select those who will go to the masked ball.
You swallow hard. You're not used to facing vampires like this... You've always fought against Banes, who are just monsters with no conscience. And in a way, they're much simpler to deal with.
It doesn't take long before they start picking out the chosen ones; you don't know what the criteria are, and suddenly, you're afraid you won't be selected. What if your plan goes down the drain?
They stop in front of each person, one after the other. They stare at their bodies like damn perverts, then sniff their perfumes. What the fuck? How horrible. You feel your best friend discreetly touch your fingertips as if to give you strength. It’ll be okay.
You mentally force yourself to calm down and pretend you're used to this shit, slackening your heartbeat before they arrive in front of you; years of experience hiding from monsters at night seems to pay off.
When the pale freaks come up to you, your eyes are indifferent and hussyish, and you almost want to look at them with contempt, but you hold back. You know you should stare at them with a slutty look instead, but it's the most you can do.
And to your surprise, one of them seems delighted. “Eve,” he begins, and you know that's your friend's roommate's name. “You seem a little different tonight, but I don't mind,” he says as he moves closer to breathe in your scent—fucking too close. “New perfume?” You need all the strength possible not to back away. But you don't move an inch, even though you're itching to take your hairpin and stab him in the stomach. At his question, you nod obediently, adding a little cheeky smile, not wanting to betray yourself with the sound of your voice.
He snickers at your reaction, making you want to puke, but he steps back and points at you with his finger. As he moves on to the next person—your best friend—you feel another vampire grab your arm roughly and drag you away.
You take one last look at the person who used to be the closest to you, and when you see the relief on her face, you know she hasn't been chosen. She gives you a small, encouraging smile, mixed with sadness, both of you realizing that this may be the last time you see each other. For good.
And you understand that it means you're alone. Again. You're going to have to face a hall full of vampires who are just waiting to drink as much expensive liqueur as fresh blood.
Fuck.
You've been riding for around forty minutes, and the further you drive from your former best friend, the more anxious you become. You realize that going back to her will be as difficult as escaping from the Velites district.
You’re travelling in a humble bus; fifteen people have been selected. Few look edgy like you, while most look eager—mad people. The curtains are drawn across the windows, and you understand that you’re not allowed to open them: the Velites’ address must stay a secret apparently, which makes you chuckle so wryly. These vampires are so pompous, and for what?
But your chucking stops as soon as the bus pulls up: you've arrived at the damn place, and your breath catches in your throat. Fuck, let’s stay calm and not faint now.
You try to regain your composure as you get off the bus, following the other humans. But as soon as you step outside, you slow down, gasping, unable to believe your eyes: modernity, modernity as you knew it before, which you haven't seen for five long years. And not just any: under the pitch-black sky, full of stars—and wow, it's been a long time—you’re surrounded by magnificent glass skyscrapers, and the cars driving on the perfect tarmac are all luxury sports models. As your group begins to move forward, you see, not far from the green, well-maintained parks, a splendid fountain spouting water.
The difference between the district where your friend lives and here is already striking, but when you think about where you live, the Bane Zone, it's simply crazy. You're no longer used to such a vision.
Then, when you arrive at the entrance to one of the buildings, a breathtaking white house with several floors, including an italic V made entirely of gold hanging above it, Velite. You immediately stop daydreaming: you’re in their place, it’s real.
Your fists clench nervously, and you notice that your hands are sweating. You swear that one day you'll die of a heart attack with all this non-stop stress that's eating you away every minute of every day.
Your group is queuing up, and one by one you see that someone is putting a crimson red wristband around your wrist, and you don't like it. You have a bad feeling that turns out to be true a bit too quickly.
After a few moments, you arrive in front of beautiful, large white doors that open for your group: the masquerade ball has begun.
You walk in, and lots of eyes are on you. Too many. Predatory eyes. You want so badly to race back out and never come back, but you can't.
In the ball hall, you rapidly notice white wristbands, then a blue wristband among the white ones. The distinction quickly becomes clear in your mind: humans have red wristbands, normal vampires have white wristbands, and those who are part of the elite have blue wristbands; at least you know who to avoid at all costs.
The other detail you notice is that your outfit is inappropriate for the event, because vampire women all wear loose-fitting, traditional dresses, which makes you feel more flustered than ever; the humans here really are a freak show.
And last but not least; the glass cups of blood that all vampires drink, as if it were a refined alcoholic beverage. Ew.
Your first instinct is to withdraw from the group and blend into the crowd, hiding your wrist behind your back as much as possible. You refuse to be mixed up with this group of humans any longer, like, sorry. Unlike them, you have no desire to get bitten and f*cked tonight, for God's sake.
You grab a glass of champagne from the tray of a waiter walking carefully past, and you notice from the redness on his cheeks that he is human and not wearing a bracelet. This instantly gives you ideas, but you still need to find a moment during the evening to slip away. For now, it's still too early; the party has only just started and you can feel that you’re being watched by the vampires who brought you here. You might be able to excuse yourself later to go to the bathroom or something like that.
With your sparkling glass cup in hand, you go to a corner of the room where there is no one and hope it stays that way. Like leave me fucking alone.
But there's no point. You have to move repeatedly every time you see yet another vampire heading towards you. You can tell that it's going to be trickier than you thought.
You end up heading to the buffet and knocking back glass after glass of champagne. You're doing the one thing you really shouldn't be doing: getting wasted, but damn it, you need it so badly.
Just when you manage to forget the horror movie all around you for a few minutes, you feel a chill on your skin. And before you even sense a presence behind you, a soft, masculine, almost honeyed voice whispers seductively in your ear: "Dulcinea, do you need real bites? Because they’re starting to fade away."
You almost do a somersault and roll back to the side, confronting the stranger. Fucking hell. You didn't manage to sense his presence, like, at all. This is the first time this has happened to you, especially after becoming an active huntress. A quick glance at his wrist reveals a bracelet... blue.
And you know you're in deep shit. A Velite noticed you have fake marks, likely because you're so stressed and your skin is now covered in a thin layer of sweat. Shit. You're completely panicked, not knowing what to do, but he smiles at you. Amused, but not twisted, and strangely, unlike Jay, he doesn't have a threatening aura at all. It’s actually quite the opposite... almost calming to the point of being enticing. Those damn vampires.
When his footsteps bring him closer to your silhouette, you can't move, almost mesmerized. He’s tall but as light as a ghost, seeming harmless even though he is not. Your bodies are only a few inches apart; his expensive woody perfume pervades your senses. The vampire wears a half-mask like yours, except for being golden, revealing a rounder lower face and a thin heart-shaped mouth. What strikes you most are his eyes, round like a doe's. But you can already guess that those doe eyes can easily morph into a different look, more… feral. You swallow discreetly, feeling the lure like a sweet melody.
Close to your face, he sings softly, “May I have a name?” And you're completely dazed, your lips parted. The effect he has on you is overwhelming, and you try to pull yourself together, but he notices too easily, letting a smirk appear. However, instead of being terrifying, this expression is enchanting. “Where are my manners?” unleashing a crystalline laugh. “I'll introduce myself first. My name is Heeseung.”
You’re about to respond or step back from him (you don’t even know), but the both of you are taken aback when the ambient music in the room disappears, giving way to the sound of instruments. The strings rise, accompanied by an organ piano, and as if it was told before, the guests move away from the center of the room, creating a dance floor, allowing you now to notice the sparkling diamond chandelier above, dominating everything.
While your head is in the air, focused on the ceiling, you feel the vampire in front of you take a step back. His movement draws your attention, and you refocus on him. At that very moment, he holds out his hand in front of you and asks politely, “May I?”
As your eyes once again plunge deeply into his, you tell yourself that this Heeseung is unsettling. His gentleness and politeness, which are obviously just bait, still manage to get to you. It's as if he can sense your tension (and he definitely can), coming to you at the chosen moment to soothe your soul—something questionable, but it's as if your warning signs are failing you. And you wonder for one second if that's what happened between your former best friend and Jake.
You look at his long, delicate fingers and want to slap yourself for wanting to put your hand right there. Especially when you see him waiting patiently, perfect in front of you.
Without realizing it, you slip your hand into his, alcohol disinhibiting you. And just like that, the wolf in sheep's clothing succeeded in getting its prey.
Although his skin feels cold against yours, the contact isn’t unpleasant, and you’re unable to apprehend what you’re thinking right now. Yet you let him lead you to the center of the room, where other couples are already standing, his eyes never leaving yours even as he turns you towards him again.
You panic immediately because the last time you danced must have been at the school prom. You haven't done it since then (and for obvious reasons). Although you know how to use your arms and legs to run away and kill a vampire, you don't know if that's enough to dance a damn masquerade with one. And why are you even doing this?
He clearly senses your emotions as he slides gently, but enough for you to hear, “Relax and let me guide you” punctuating his words by gently caressing the back of your hand with his thumb.
And the craziest thing about all of this is that your body betrays you and actually listens to him.
The music starts playing, adding to your nervousness, which makes him smile lovingly, layered with a mocking grin. You're almost certain you're going to waltz. No way.
With expertise, as if he had done this a thousand times before (and he certainly had), he steps back, letting go of your fingers, and bows politely first. Seeing everyone else doing the same, you imitate him awkwardly. He then extends his hand toward you once again, and this time you don't shy away, entrusting yourself to him, not wanting to stand out more from the crowd.
You're relieved that he's doing all this with your right arm; otherwise, he would've noticed your injury straight away, and he doesn't need to know about that too, right?
Your fingers bound together, the other hand on your back, you begin to dance; one step forward, one step back to the rhythm of the instruments. You repeat the movement three times, feeling your breath catch every time your bodies come closer, his thin smile unnerving you.
Then you feel a slight pull from his arm to draw you closer, and you can already anticipate the movement that is coming. He helps you spin, and as you see the women's dresses around you flying up in the air, you feel instead the champagne you drank going to your head, making you dizzy.
And that's when everything becomes confusing; after the spin, the vampire brings your bodies closer together, and you feel his hand naturally resting on your back; you refrain from displaying an unpleasant response, but from the pleased look in his eyes, you can tell that he knows exactly how you feel. Sweet, but a bastard vampire in all cases.
He motions for you to place your hand on his shoulder, and you hesitate for a second; your damn injured arm. But you know you have no choice, so you lift it up, the pain crucifying you on the spot, making you quiver. You thank the alcohol for slightly numbing it, though; you wouldn't be able to do any of that right now. Heeseung notices your trembling. You attempt to read his eyes, and you can guess he might think it's related to the new physical proximity and not an injury. So never mind, let him misunderstand.
As for your hands clasped together, they begin to reach out to the side. From there, the real waltz begins, and you feel yourself turning pale; “one, two, three,” you hear him whisper calmly, as you try to keep the pace without stepping on his feet or tripping over your own. So focused on his attentive words, his warm eyes, and the feeling of your heels already hurting, you only notice afterwards that you're constantly spinning together, moving among the other couples.
After minutes of repeating the routine, just when you were getting more comfortable, the vampire spins you around again, but this time you feel him let go of you.
Your face breaks with terror as you see Heeseung and his enticing smile slipping away from your grasp. In the momentum of the spin, you can't stop drifting away, then you feel a pair of arms catch you, and you gasp.
That's when you realize that Heeseung, despite his vampire-like coldness, is a little warmer than normal. The commanding hand that you feel sliding into the curve of your back, then intertwining with your fingers, is, however... glacial. Cold like ice. Vampire.
You've changed partners; everyone has, but you have the feeling that the new partner you got is far from being randomly chosen.
You feel your skin shiver, the touch as electrifying as terrifying. The man's aura is overpowering. Similar to Jay in some ways, but less rugged. More... calculated, disturbingly calm and still immensely crushing. And you know that the sudden reference to another Velite is no coincidence; your body's reactions already tell you that.
A fleeting glance at the hand in yours makes you see the bracelet around his wrist.
Blue.
Of course.
This damn Bambi vampire.
You've been collecting them, Velites, these past few days.
Fucking hell.
So close to you, too close. From the pain in your lungs, you've probably been holding your breath since the moment he touched you.
You don't even dare to look at his face, and it's certainly the first time you've ever felt so... small. The feeling is so terribly demeaning that you want to grab your silver hairpin to restore your pride. You focus on his Adam's apple, unable to let your gaze wander anywhere else, basking yourself in his frosty floral cologne.
You let him lead you in the waltz, hoping you either change partners again or that the music comes to an end altogether. And, something tells you that even if you didn't feel like dancing anymore, he wouldn't care, unlike Heeseung.
But in a dubious manner, you love playing with fire; like the huntress inside you can never be reined in after all.
You notice that your hand had instinctively clung to his shoulder. Beneath your fingers lie, in addition, firm muscles, making you clock his much more square build. You have a really foolish thought at that moment, wondering if his muscular frame makes him stronger than the other Velites.
So, you carefully lift your hand from his shoulder, trying to imperceptibly withdraw your body from his grip.
And you get immediate answers to your deadly queries.
His fingers, then, dig deeper into your skin. So deep that you feel his fingernails through your clothes, making you frown in surprise and eliciting a groan of pain that you keep carefully between your mouth; a bit deeper and you’d bleed.
Immediately, your hand goes back on his shoulder in obedience, and you continue to waltz with him, the place where he's holding you aching so badly.
You feel a brief, smooth movement: the Velite's face is now next to your ear. A very faint, chilly breath escapes from his lips and spreads to the back of your neck. Then a low, deep, husky voice rises threateningly, sending shivers down your spine.
“The dance isn't over until I say so.”
Taking your courage in both hands, you finally lift your eyes to him, meeting his icy, ominous gaze through his silver mask; same color.
Run silently, across your lips, the following line:
Dancing with the devil. And the most exquisite of all.
NOTES (2) SUNGHOON IS HERE I REPEAT SUNGHOON IS HERE FHBFHFB i don't think i could be more obvious with the whole icy thing, and yeah you get a glimpse of his nasty personality already :p also my other favorite is here... HEESEUNG, i might have worked on heeseeung personality more than any other, like i really love the contrast between him and sunghoon in this story, y/n is weak af for him FHBFHF she's like "im just tipsy" yeah sure girl!!!! also beloved JAKE was only mentioned but yeah i highly teased the sidestory with him and y/n's bestie (i didn't give her a name on purpose). i have a lot stored for the next part so fasten your belt !!! (for the jay lovers, yes he should be in the next part hehe), anyway i stop yapping, thank you a lot for reading my crap ♡ every feedback will be appreciated so don't hesitate to send all your thoughts!
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ֶָ֢⊹𐙚 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: In a world where vampires exist, the city of Seoul is not safe. With the most notorious in the Facility 007, everyone thought that the city would be kept at bay with murders being stopped and for terror to stop haunting everyone in the night. That's what you thought when they were captured and stopped the vampirism from spreading by biting normal humans. However, you made a mistake in assuming that these seven would give up, and you underestimated their desire for power and control when you were invited for an internship to said Facility 007. It should have been easy enough. But one myth and night changed everything, and now, you have to figure out how to play your cards right if you want to take them down.
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─── ִֶָ࣪☾. [𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒]: okay, so i have returned with part 2. And, I am so sorry that this took so long but I was trying to make the plot coherent with Y/n and the other characters, and also trying to make the writing a little more smoother. I mean, I am 90% happy with the outcome but I kept proof-reading it and idk, I just know that a lot of people have been waiting. I need to stop beating around the bush lmao!! Please tell me if you liked it or not. I love seeing your replies and asks. It is so fun!!
「」 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 1 ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ ۶ৎ─── [𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 3]
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FACILITY 007.
The one thing that caged the seven vampires now caged you within. The grey walls stayed so still you thought they were staring right back at you; the silence hummed over your heartbeat, persistent and repetitive, reminding you of your situation; and the leather cuffs stuck to your wrists with an unmoving strength.
You hugged yourself, knees drawn to your chest and back against the wall as you breathed into your trousers.
Counting was the only thing you could do without having all your panic spike up again. It sounded like insanity in this room and you didn't speak a word in two, whole days. Maybe it was your defiance. Or it was the only thread you had in control over your actions, thoughts, and words.
Those vampires stripped away your mother, your skin, and now the Facility. You don't know the fate of your friends or the other scientists. You only know yours.
And that was aiding them in the path of making a corrupt venom for them to use and throw like water. As if it didn't possess the ability to reorganise the wires in the brain so that their rationality flew right out the mental window. Right and wrong would become a little more similar, no longer linear.
In fact, you felt like all your sanity defenestrated right out of your mental scape right this moment. Instead of crying, you picked yourself up shakily, hunger clutching at your stomach, gnawing at your sides, and you stumbled into the bathroom.
The room was practically camouflaged with the same grey paint, a toilet seat, a shower head that hung high on the wall, and a sink that had a sensor when hands were near. The chain around your ankle made a metallic click, the door not fully closing because of it. That never crossed your mind. The privacy that never existed in the prison cell and the way it put a gate to creativity. It was just so… dead.
Closing the door as much as you could, you splashed some water on your face, rubbing it into your eyes as if it would help you think better from the last two days.
There was no mirror so God knew if you looked like the perfect display of sleep deprivation and despair sunken into your cheeks. Or maybe mourning.
For the past two nights, you gave into sleep, not because of the desire to dream, but because exhaustion screwed into the sides of your temples and forced your head to fall. Even that wasn't enjoyable because your mother's bloodied figure appeared like a ghost that you couldn't hide from. And it was the same moment—over and over again. You turn, the chainsaw would slice through her side, blood broke through the skin and fabric, and then her lips parted as if to say something. She fell. You wake up and then, you stay up for the rest of the night, torturing yourself with your own thoughts.
You were honestly your own enemy.
Swallowing the bile, one of your bound hands managed to slip into the pocket of your pants to feel the small cylinder within. A small cylinder that not only held the last vial of antivenom, but also the last shred of hope. This little thing came into memory when you slept awkwardly on your side to find it poking into your thigh. But God, did you care?
Absolutely not. Because instead of a small vial, you saw remnants of faith, escape.
Tentative, you held it in your palm, the deep blue liquid sloshing around, knowing you held the fate of your own fight in your hands. It's all up to you. Except, this wasn't clearly enough for all the vampires; it would only blind the cell function of one of them, and how much would they need to be killed?
You sighed, leaning back against the sink, thoughts morphing into one, giant hurricane of possible notions to set up the rough planning of your escape. The vampires were physically stronger on all levels, outmatched you by a thousand. You were practically made of hay compared to them. If strength wasn't the weapon to choose, you simply had your mind to use against them.
Looking down at the vial now, you don't know how much of this could suppress their abilities, their lust for blood and violence, but you had to try. The only thing you can do is to replicate it, but you could only do so with your mother's notes, which were probably locked away in the safety of her lab cabinets. The same lab where the light drifted from her eyes.
Biting your lip hard, you blinked the tears away furiously, shoving the vial back into your pocket. Enough of that. No tears. You couldn't show that type of weakness when your vow of silence was still alive.
Once you breathed, counted to ten, you opened the door of the bathroom only to jump when you saw Jungwon and Sunghoon, hands in their pockets, gazing at you like they had been standing and waiting there for centuries.
The dread was hard to miss as it sunk into your heart, swallowing it whole, forcing the beats of your heart to shake. Had they seen the vial? Surely not. They haven't killed you yet.
Sunghoon raised an eyebrow.
“Jumpy.” He dug into his pocket and pulled out the sandwich squished and wrapped in clingfilm, soggy. You swallowed hard and limped to the stupid, cold bench and sat.
Jungwon blinked and Sunghoon chucked the snack on the surface next to you like you were a fish to take bait.
“You need the energy, so eat,” Jungwon said, tone heavy and final with a demand that you hated to hear. You glanced. The sandwich looked sad and depressed. Deflated, even. You took it with bound hands and began to unwrap it.
“Still silent,” Sunghoon mumbled to Jungwon. He hummed.
“Won't do if we need to ask her about any progress,” Jungwon purred with danger rippling in his tone. You stiffened, hands halting midway but Jungwon stepped forward, clutching the sandwich from you in a blink. He began to unwrap it, but it felt like he was peeling away the layers that hid a danger underneath. You stared shakily, fists clenched as he held the snack like an ultimatum.
“Speak.”
You didn't. He was treating you like a rat, all chained up in the stupid leather and metal, staring like you were on display for disobedience. You didn't want to act like one, to be zapped and then conditioned.
Jungwon tilted his head, a spark of annoyance breaking through his patience, but he placed the sandwich back down, and stepped back. “Suit yourself. We'll come get you later as well to make the venom.”
‘As well’? When they both turned, your head snapped up.
“What… where are Taehyun and Soobin…? What did you do with my mother?” You asked hoarsely, voice chapped like it had been dragged through a desert. They both halted, and only Jungwon turned with a ghost of a smirk, not exactly looking at you.
“Your friends… are fine.” He shrugged a little. You dared to let relief breathe over your chest like a breeze. But then, he said, “your mother was quite a snack, though. Sunoo said it was similar to yours, but lacked some iron. She should have taken her iron tablets.”
At his unnerving comment, anger tore through your body like an earthquake stunned your organs, and you lunged at Jungwon only for the ankle chain to bite into your skin and warn you to still. But at that point, you didn't care. You just wanted to eradicate the smug smirk off his stupid face. How dare they?
He didn't look bothered because he slowly turned with all the time in the world, and smiled coldly. Your fists uselessly aimed at him but missed by a few taunting inches. Jungwon watched the display of futility and Sunghoon turned and crossed his arms, watching the anger twist your face and your lungs until your breaths turned heavy.
“It's only true, Intern Song,” Jungwon raised an eyebrow of mirth.
“You sick fuck—”
“Careful with your words,” he said, cutting your vulgar words short, the danger returning like a stone and making you stop. Oh right. Any more disrespect and he would let the others drain you of your life.
You forced your breaths to slow and let your shoulders slump as if defeat snaked into your joints and collapsed whatever fight you had. Sunghoon smiled to himself and Jungwon hummed, satisfied.
“There. Good girl. Now, sit and eat your sandwich. Remember the deal you made,” he said with a grin, mockery lighting his eyes on purpose. Even when you didn't move, they both did and closed the sliding door, sealing you in.
The lock may have kept you trapped in but that didn't stop the growing determination that flickered hungrily in your chest.
You vowed to yourself you would stop them one way or another.
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The sirens outside blared loudly on the premises. It sounded like it was down below. Maybe three—no, four police cars had pulled up, probably to break a way in.
You weren't hopeful. Not when Riki and Heeseung came to collect you later, undoing the chain at your ankle, and holding you by your arms, leading you out.
It didn't bother them, which deeply bothered you.
When another round of sirens came and then silenced, Riki scoffed as he and Heeseung dragged you along the ground floor, the dim hallways flickering with a dying light.
“You would think they give up,” Riki mumbled, annoyed. Heeseung's frown remained like a heavy thread sewn into his lips.
“That's the thing about humans. They're all… a little stupid,” he replied, almost giving you the side-eye, which you took an internal offense at. They turned you to the familiar corridor of the second floor, the one leading to the East Wing through a glass tunnel displaying the night sky that bled into the horizon.
Riki snorted. “Yeah, well, I don't doubt that for a second.”
So police officers had already tried gaining authority over the place, but somehow, these vampires tackled every single one, as if they had predicted the move of a chess piece from a long way away. Something curled in your chest, tightening around your nerves in thick worry.
“They should send the real strong ones. You know, trained and stuff,” Riki murmured.
“Police officers are trained. Besides, they'll be good subjects for the venom.” Heeseung didn't say anything more, steering your silent self forward.
Of course. They needed more patients, more test trials to torture with experiments and danger. As if playing with lives would be easy and attached with no consequences. Then again, you don't expect these vampires to even have a blueprint of morality sketched into them, let alone care about the horrific outcome.
When approaching the set of double doors, it burst open before Heeseung could touch it, and a man fell through, heaving and with bloodshot eyes.
You flinched as he crawled towards you like craving something resembling humanity. He wore a uniform, or a weak excuse of it. The bulletproof vest hung off one side, hair frantic and coursing in different directions, and he had small cuts pricking his cheek.
“H-help me—”
His words were cut when Sunoo and Jay came through, crimson eyes bleeding into something darker, more nefarious, and with their weapons silently accompanying them in the firm grip of their sinful hands.
The man yelled but Sunoo clawed him in the cheek, skin breaking in three, sleek lines until blood ran down his face, eyes glassy, and his limbs trembling. You felt sick.
Jay rolled his eyes. “Bad choice.”
“Horrible, even,” Sunoo muttered, as if disgusted.
“We're not supposed to kill them, remember?” Riki said to the two boys before them, but Jay clicked his tongue, eyes still on the quivering man.
“We weren't before he tried to shoot at Jungwon.”
And at that moment, the mechanical roar shuddered from behind the double doors, shaking the ground like a promise of death.
The sound instantly made you cringe, a lump anchoring in your throat and to your stomach, dragging the metal of sickness in your gut. Lo behold, Jungwon came through with manic eyes on the man, his chainsaw blundering your ears until you couldn't hear anything but him and his violence.
The man yelled, crawling back and desperately heading to you, knowing your eyes were the only human ones right now. A shaky breath left you as Jungwon narrowed his gaze, blonde hair messy, and lifted the roaring weapon to a peak in the air.
Then, he brought it down on the man's back, blood staining his uniform and pooling at the white floor as he let out a gurgling scream that weakened your knees into air.
The blood splattered against Jungwon's shirt and face but he wore it like a badge, and didn't stop until the man became a limp body lost to the chainsaw.
The smell was the worst. The metal stung your nose and shoved you into a memory of the exact moment your mother died; icy eyes and the unspoken urge for safety through her bloodied torso. The man's blood became hers, but both were lost to the weapon. To Jungwon.
You didn't even realise you were breathing hard until Jungwon peered up at the way your eyes blinked away tears, focusing on the man. He gave a chilling smile. Sunoo and Jay stepped aside, giving way to Jungwon as he stood before you. Your eyes stayed glued to his torso. You were so afraid that if you even glanced back, all your composure would be cut loose all because of his crimson gaze.
“Is she going to the labs?” Jungwon asked smoothly to Heeseung and Riki, ignoring the tremble in your eyes. They both nodded and Jungwon hummed, satisfied, and leaned down to your lowered gaze. It was as if he was taunting you, ready to push you to your limit but held back.
“Remember the deal…” he forced your gaze to his when he lowered himself. “Any funny business and I would take the greatest pleasure in turning you.”
With no reply, Jungwon stepped back to let Heeseung and Riki lead you past the dead man, and further away, all while your legs crumbled and swayed.
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The labs smelled like blood and death. The familiar hallway had scraps of metal littered on the floor, the silence heavy and suffocating. You didn't get to peer into the patient room as you were steered into the familiar labs. The doors were off its hinges.
Heeseung held you by the upper arm, directing you into the chilled lab, the mechanical hums of the lights remaining the same, as if it didn't witness violence and death in the most gruesome way.
When entering the main room, a few faces turned to you, about nine faces to be exact, and the ones you recognised instantly were Taehyun and Soobin. Alive, wide-eyed and with questions bubbling in them. And relief. Once Riki unbound the cuffs, you hurried to Taehyun and Soobin with an urge to hug the shit out of them. But with the two predators behind you, the thought quickly fell away.
“Your neck,” Taehyun said incredulously, staring at the two deep puncture holes in your skin, branding you as a meal. The others looked, some murmured but you just covered it with your palm.
“Don't… don't worry about it,” you whispered, suddenly too self-aware. Why? You don't exactly know, but the mark spoke words you didn't say, dug into your skin and displayed the power the vampires held over you at that moment; it also held the deep shame that it was your fault for not fighting them off or thinking of another way to avoid that hurdle. Unfortunately, you got yourself tangled in it anyway, and you wanted nothing more than to skin off that status branding your skin.
Taehyun simply nodded and let you through before Heeseung cleared his throat. “You make the venom. Nothing else.” He looked at you.
“I know,” you uttered with a sharper edge than you wanted. He looked like he would say something just as biting but held back, only holding you with his own hard stare of disapproval. Then, he went to the adjacent room, talking with Riki.
As soon as they did, the other scientists gathered near you with worry, but they didn't say anything quite yet. For now, those questions could wait in line. You needed to get your plan out. Before you said anything, a man with glasses approached, monolids and wisdom etched into his face.
“I'm Dr. Kim Namjoon. I worked with your mother but we haven't formally met,” he said softly, as if treading lightly around the topic of your dead parent. It stung, but you met his gaze with a nod.
“Song Y/n.” You glanced at the others and got to know Seokjin, Minju, Chaewon, Moka, and Yeonjun. You had probably spotted them before in the cafeteria but never spoke, but introductions weren't the most necessary factor right now. Nor were memories of before. And then, you gathered them at the far corner of the lab, careful not to hover near where your mother had died. Then, you looked at them urgently.
“I have a plan.” You started with a whisper, afraid that any one of those vampires would tune in. They all shifted but remained tentative.
That's when you pulled out the small vial of antivenom, the dark blue liquid like a light in the darkness. Taehyun recognised it, snapping his gaze to you.
“You had one left?” He mumbled in alarm. Nodding to him, you replaced it back in your pocket.
“We can replicate it. I know you haven't tested it on the vampires, but… if it is able to stop healthy cells function, then…”
“Then, the vampires could die with it,” Chaewon replied in tandem. Silence swiftly rolled in and you nodded.
“But we have to be careful.” Your eyes flickered to the shadows moving around in the adjacent room, possibly attempting to dismantle any defiance you had left within.
Moka glanced, eyes folded with fear and memories from the last three days. “How are we going to make the antivenom when we have to do the opposite? They want us to make a venom.”
Chaewon made a disgruntled sound of agreement, as much as it pained her. “Good point. What happens when they try to test the venom and it doesn't turn them?”
“We can always make a fake,” you replied easily, eyes wandering for any internal answers. Again, discomfort loomed over everyone.
“A fake?” Soobin echoed carefully. Namjoon stepped up with Seokjin, both of them exchanging glances.
“We can make a diluted form. Weak but not enough to corrupt them,” Namjoon suggested quietly, but this gave you a new jolt of hope. Like it had soared through your spine, making you straighten.
“You can?”
He nodded with a fraction of joy.
“Then, we need two different teams. One will make a weak version of the venom. The other will—”
“—make an antivenom for those vampires,” Taehyun finished your sentence with the same hope swelling in his tone. If this worked, life would look a lot more than the walls of Facility 007.
“I know my mother's reports are here somewhere, locked. But, we can do it,” you murmured, glancing at the multiple cabinets locked behind you.
“Even if the venom doesn't turn them, it doesn't stop the vampires from doing it themselves,” Soobin clutched himself tighter.
“Which means we have a deadline,” Minju said with a terrified realisation striking her face. Even doubt of your own slithered so subtly past your throat and clutched at your ribs like coiled rubber bands. You took a breath.
“Then we have no time to lose. We make the antivenom. And we escape Facility Seven.”
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Nine PM hit and where the skies blackened into ultimate darkness, you were being escorted back by Jungwon to the lonely prison room upstairs. But it didn't matter. Those four walls weren't enough to stop the seed of encouragement from growing and breaking out in wild vines and thorns. You were going to get out with everyone and beat these vampires.
For once, your heartbeat was steady with a slight jump, as if you couldn't restrain your own anticipation. Jungwon flickered his gaze to you, jaw tightening.
“You… sound different,” he murmured, somewhat accusing. Realising you weren't even trying to control your internal happiness, you huffed out a breath of annoyance.
“I'm not.” You kept following him as he approached the prison door, sliding it open swiftly. Jungwon's accusation didn't move from his creased brows.
“I'm not stupid so don't treat me as such,” he snapped lowly, shoving you forward until you steadied yourself on the bench with a shaky breath. Turning back, he was already lurking over you like a stormy cloud, eyes red and ready to shred you to pieces with one wrong move.
“I'm being tied up and imprisoned. I don't feel much anymore,” you replied with a deliberate tone of anger. He just stared before picking up the ankle chain and gripping your calf without invitation. Even though there was no point resisting, you yanked your leg back only for him to dig his nails into your trousers, manhandling your foot. You winced, and he snagged the cuff around your ankle, tighter than before that it felt like he screwed it into your skin.
Then, the leather cuffs—he wasn't gentle with that either, tightening them until it morphed into your wrist. Jungwon stood, unimpressed.
“Why am I the only one here? Why can't I be with the others?” You asked, not bothering to stand up. He didn't reply for a few seconds, the harsh twinkle in his eyes never ceasing before tilting his head, his patience thinning.
“Because you keep pushing your limits and isolation should be the answer to such actions,” he muttered with scorn before turning on his heel and walking away.
When he did, your lungs loosened from the metal screws of anxiety, and your thoughts rushed like a marathon. You had no idea if he knew what you were up to, if that small detail of your chirpy heartbeat had already given you away to the enemy itself. It wouldn't be helpful if it did. Everyone here needed that freedom, including you, and you wanted to deliver that. Meaning no more of your hope overreacting and practically putting a sign of I'm–deceiving–you–and–your–brothers over your chest.
You curled your knees to your chest and hoped in silence.
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The next day, you had kept the vial wrapped away in a secret, and kept your words to a low when discussing the antivenom. The senior researchers started to make the diluted version of the venom, almost a small fraction of what the real one was like.
During your time there, you flipped through your mother's file, the one dotting and drawing her comments on the vicious antivenom, the last one telling how it killed normal cells too. It wasn't just an observation to you, but more of a promise that you held onto. A prophecy you wanted to make true.
Despite all that, the sirens in the distance happened once more, near the East side. Recalling back to Heeseung and Riki's conversation, they obviously were expecting the police officers to attack from below, preparing for it with open arms. And the police forces didn't even know. If only you could tell them that it was their plan dressed in a disguise of a seemingly abandoned building. To communicate with them that going through the ground floor would be signing a predictable death wish.
Communicate. Ground floor. Your phone.
Your back straightened so hard that Sunghoon tilted his head from behind you, near the counter. The gaze struck you, forcing you to feign a headache and go back to scribbling nonsense in the lines. Again, if they even found a speck of your plan, it would be over and you know Jungwon would turn and torture you.
It sent a minor shudder through your heartbeat. Sunghoon stared, then glanced away.
When it was time to return to your prison cell, the distant sounds of guns ricocheted downstairs, yells and screams blending together to make a horrific melody. The tension clustered at your shoulders as Sunghoon moved you along with him. He didn't seem phased, built of nonchalance and control with a tight jaw and eyes looking forward.
The fourth floor was silent as Sunghoon slid the cuff onto your ankle and wrists, the command in them tiring you. Even then, you spoke. “You're not going to kill… all of them, are you?”
His back was turned to you, but you knew he wanted to answer. And he did, steering his gaze over his shoulder with a wall of something hidden and suspicious, like he was cherry-picking some things to reveal and some things to fabricate his sentence with. Then, he said, “no.”
Relieved or anxious, you had no idea.
“We can't. Not all of them anyway. Once you create the venom, we have to actually inject them with it, turn them, and then they can spread it to others, too. Well, assuming you are in the process of making it,” he said, lowering his gaze slightly to pin you into place, like he had silent dominion over you. “And you are, aren't you?”
With a grit jaw and a lie interlaced with it, you nodded once. He narrowed his gaze before straightening up and walking away, locking the room to a bolt.
Maybe they are onto you. Meaning things might have gotten trickier.
The plan was still the same, though. Get the antivenom made, plunge it into those deadly brothers, and stop the vampirism for the bitten ones. Then, escape.
Easy.
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The next day was the same. Heeseung was in the room, hovering by the counter a few metres away and a sniper built into his gaze. His arms were crossed, his vigilance dressed in a dangerous crimson as he tracked your back, the gauze at your neck where the puncture wounds were from Sunoo's bite.
You were with Taehyun, Namjoon, and Moka, glancing at the steps to make the diluted venom and the antivenom. To fool Heeseung, Namjoon cleared his throat.
“It's coming along. We just need to separate the venom from the plasma. So fractionate them,” he said, letting his index finger draw a useless path of conclusion on the page. You and the others nodded.
“I can do that,” Moka said softly, playing along, knowing there was nothing useful written on the paper.
Namjoon walked away with her whilst you rubbed your temples, your neck pulsing like it demanded attention for healing. Taehyun tilted his head, empathetic.
“Is it hurting?” He murmured softly, fingers hovering over your shoulder until they softly landed there, wishing he could transfer all your pain to him. With a weak, but non-committed smile, you nodded and grabbed a pen.
“I'm okay,” you uttered, glancing over your shoulder to see Heeseung glaring at nothing in particular on the floor.
Perfect. He's distracted. You hunched over the desk, writing something hastily. Taehyun glanced.
‘I think I know a way to escape if we can't get out by the ground floor’ you wrote.
Also grabbing a pen, Taehyun began to return the secret reply. ‘How? Why can't we use the ground floor?? Won't the vampires be dead by the time?’
‘Some are bitten. Probably used as their own personal guards. And have guns. We can't inject them with antivenom. Only the main 7’ you replied with a sigh of contemplation. Taehyung nodded once, slow.
‘How?’
‘I need my phone and we need to speed up the process of the antivenom. I'm going to figure out something’.
After that, you tucked away your anxiety, clutched at all the straws of your courage, and went up to Heeseung. You readied your words and confidence not to crumble before his crimson ones. Instantly, he stiffened and narrowed his gaze.
“I need to go to my mother's office.” You glanced straight at the crimson river of thoughts that were his scrutinising eyes.
“Why?”
“A file. She was the senior staff here so she has most of the information on anything regarding the venom,” you said smoothly, almost proud of yourself for becoming a liar. He didn't move, and then, he grabbed the leather cuffs abandoned at the side.
“You're wearing these.”
Without complaining, you let him cuff you to one, the other hand held in his, and you cautiously walked through the hallways coiled with unspoken tension. Some officers, or previous patients walked past you, but their eyes were a darker shade of black, as if there was a physical black hole sucking up all their senses and leaving behind a hollow shell of themselves. They staggered past, and you focused on the path in front.
Your mother's office wasn't a long way away, and her door was unlocked. The reason why you came here was because you left your bag and phone in here before working that fateful day. And before the vampires and their lethality invaded the place like an earthquake.
Entering her office set off emotions you desperately tried to bury. The mourning, grief, and guilt swarming you like death was personally here to nag you. Her chair had her cardigan cloaked over it, files neatly stacked on the corner of her desk, and shelves adorned with even more colourful binders archiving her wisdom.
It smelt like paper and old coffee, and sandwiches. You released a shaky breath but moved forward. You needed to get out to fully mourn her despite your quivering emotions.
Heeseung didn't let go as you maneuvered behind her desk, his eyes clutching to every movement. You had to be discreet. And you saw the moment as you pretended to stumble forward into the stacks of files. In a glorifying second, it all tumbled to the floor behind the desk and her chair.
Heeseung scoffed at your apparent clumsiness, and allowed you to move the chair and kneel down. Under the desk was your bag, shadowed and untouched. Your phone peeked out the pocket like a puzzle to be collected. One thing you prayed for was that you hoped it wasn't dead. Getting a cord would be a suicide mission.
While pretending to gather and scan the files you sneakily swiped the phone but held it beneath a random file labelled with nonsensical numbers. Confident that Heeseung wouldn't ask what it meant, you stood with a mask of indifference over the glee.
“I got it.” You showed him the file. And thank the universe for making Heeseung despise verbal communication. You let him lead you out, but the tension fell away slightly, making you breathe somewhat lighter.
It was going to plan.
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You underestimated them. Greatly.
Heeseung took you back to your room, sliding the door into place and allowing you to rush to the bathroom in a cuff and struggle. You held the phone from your pocket and smiled down at it like it bloomed flowers out of air.
This should allow you to call the police and progress the plan. You were so glad, though. Remaining in Facility 007 was starting to induce an annoying itch in the deep crevices of your brain.
But as soon as you began to put in your password, the sliding door slammed open outside making your body jolt in alarm. The previous tension coiled back. They usually left you alone for the night so why and who came back?
Having to forget about the phone, you hid it behind the sink before the bathroom door opened with a snap, and you turned on your heel. Jungwon stood there, grabbing your upper arm with a hostile demand that shut you up, and shoved you out there to Jake, who caught you. You landed with a small ‘oof’.
When you were about to speak, Jungwon loomed over you with messy, blonde locks, and a frown to stain for days.
“If you are hiding something, you tell me now,” he snapped darkly. Your heart dropped to your belly, and they both noticed. Jake stepped forward and you took one back, speechless, trying to stitch something together.
“Well?”
“I'm not! How can I!?” You remarked loudly, in desperate defence, but Jungwon found the hitch in your heartbeat, too easy to miss. He scoffed.
“You're on thin ice. You already know that, so why would you even dare hiding something?”
“I'm not! I swear!” You grew urgent, eyes wide and narrowed with panic as you backed away. They stalked your steps, Jungwon being much more relentless. Jake just scanned. “You know I can't defeat you.”
“I don't care what you can and can't do, I'm asking for you to spill it before I allow Jake a bite,” Jungwon remarked with a crushing gravity in his tone. It was final and threatening, enough for you to stumble back so quickly that your ankle pulled taut and you lost balance when your foot was caught.
You groaned slightly as you fell with a harsh thud and their figures stood over you with restraint and malice all at once.
They couldn't have known. You didn't even speak to Taehyun about the phone, and you know he scrunched up the paper and disposed of it. You didn't even show him the success of getting your phone, just a nod. Apprehensive, your breath made another hitch as if it hit a tall hurdle and failed.
“I'm not hiding a thing,” you uttered again. Disbelief struck Jungwon in the face and he glanced away in frustration, a hand raking through his hair. Jake narrowed his gaze, sparing his younger brother a glance. And you didn't like the look, the message transferring like a radio wave you couldn't sense.
Once more, Jungwon knelt to you, still towering over you like a haunted building. “Last time.” He dug his red gaze into yours. “Tell me what you're hiding and Jake hyung won't bite you.”
There was no way you were about to tell on yourself, about the phone—your only way out of this dangerous tunnel. You had to use it but you didn't even get to that bit either. Your eyes remained stunned, silent, and bolted with hidden refusal.
Jungwon stood, nodding as if disappointed, but really, it was a resignation of playing nice. You tensed.
Then, Jake was on you.
A scream tore from your throat as Jake's hand shot to your throat, pinning your head to the ground with a harsh thump. No. You weren't allowing them anymore of you or your blood. With an ignited spark of strength; your leg bolted to his stomach, but it only worked for a second before he straddled your hips. You shrieked.
Jungwon crossed his arms, indifferent, as if it was all a routine. Jake grunted when your cuffed hands flailed in desperation, hitting at his face, neck, chest, hands—anywhere you could get him. And your nails dug furiously into skin, creating the clear mark of struggle.
Jake yelled, annoyed, tightening his grip on your neck until your breath stuttered and your panic returned with creased eyes.
“Help me out,” Jake said to Jungwon through your struggles and scratching nails. He obliged like it was a wish, and stood by your head. You shook your head, slapping Jake's arm more aggressively in a pattern of urgent refusal.
“No—”
Jungwon didn't let you croak out anymore more as he clutched your wrists and pressed them down into the grey floor above your head. You shrieked.
Tears lined at your eyes, struggling, but Jungwon was made of cement because your hands stayed there, wriggling with futility. “Get off—!”
Jake removed the hand on your neck to hold your jaw, tilting your head back forcefully and exposing the bandage starting at the side and over the cotton gauze where Sunoo had bitten you. Jake, mesmerised, let his fingers float over your pulse, feeling the rapid fire of panicked beats. You shook your head. Jake tightened his grip. And you shrieked again but they ignored it like it was simply a fly buzzing around.
You were miniscule to them, the weakest in the food chain. He could crush your throat like glass and he wouldn't care.
Jungwon glanced at your eyes screwed shut in a plea, tears glittering and, gosh, he wanted to taste them. And another scream left you but he wasn't phased. It was your fault after all.
With no mercy, Jake ripped off the bandage tape, revealing the bruised and reddened puncture wounds poisoning your skin. You shivered, the area more sensitive than ever when an ache sparked in throbbing tingles, almost pleading for respite. When Sunoo bit you last time, it was as if he poked your skin with thick needles and pried apart each layer, each receptor, and tore it apart to invade your vessels with hot, white agony.
“D-don't… please, Jake…” you were crying now, voice trembling along with your limbs plastered down like a butterfly in a frame. It must have amused Jake because he smiled ever so slightly, the hostility making home in his eyes.
“Shh. It'll sting if you keep moving like that,” he said softly, as if he wasn't about to drain you like a blood bank.
“N-no! I swear I'm not hiding anything! Jungwon—”
“Shut up,” he replied, gripping your wrists tighter, making you sob in exasperation. You couldn't even plead your case.
Graceful, Jake lowered his lips, breathing out an exhale like the scent of your blood had given light into his eyes once more. It yanked at his desire, beckoning him closer until he let his lips feather the spot. Your legs fought behind Jake, knees trying to punch his back. It didn't work, and your panic became an anchor dragging you to the deep sea of anxiety.
His breath was warm, and he was everywhere: tilting your jaw back, lips on your neck, his other hand twirling your messy hair like he wanted to bite that too. You sobbed again, chest weighed down like the roof of your ribs would cave in, eyes blurry.
Nothing stopped him. Whilst you struggled with your wrists again, Jake licked up both puncture wounds, and you let out a sound between a groan and a harrowing sob. Every tickle of air triggered the marked area and you couldn't take the tingles storming your neck.
“Stop—!”
“Jungwon, she tastes good without me even biting,” Jake hummed, relishing in the copper of the dried blood, the scent like daisies to him on a warm, sunny day. Jungwon heard your shriek of disapproval, but he heard Jake, and he grit his jaw, restraining himself from biting the other side of your neck as well. He could, but he didn't know how much of your mind could withhold pain before the foundation collapsed.
He needed you to be compliant, not weak and drunk on anguish. Jake held your jaw tighter, neck fully exposed before the fangs prodded at your skin. You let out a raw scream, the type that skinned your throat until it burned, refusing to go through it again. No care passed through. Jake bit in with a hasty crunch and it was as if he had torn through a net with scissors.
Not even a second went by when your head pounded, neck invaded with agony that felt like lightning striking your whole body. You writhed as if you could escape it but no matter how much you struggled, the pain hailed down your shoulder and cruelly hammered up your skull.
Jake hummed loudly, eyes shut as he fed on your blood like water, no mercy for how he broke through the healing barrier of your neck. Your sobs were constant now, chest heaving with each motion of his lips. But for him, he inhaled it like it was a gift from evil itself, void of poison and oh so sweet.
It felt like you couldn't breathe. Like your throat physically swelled and closed up because of the intrusion of his fangs. Your knuckles turned white, body tensing into knots until you couldn't understand anything but the tides of constant pain drowning you, clogging your eyes, lungs, and mind.
Jake gulped the blood like a prayer, groaning darkly as he felt your breaths quiver, and your body die down into agonised shivers under your skin. At that point, your eyes drifted to close, barely understanding if you were floating or if you had finally lost it.
Jungwon released your wrists. Jake sat up, licking his lips to savour every atom of your blood and grinned. Haphazard, he returned the weak excuse of a bandage to your neck, and observed your slow and careful heartbeat. As if your body was preparing to go into a dream, conserving whatever was left of you.
“Fuck, you need to taste for yourself.” Jake lifted himself off you, and you didn't even get to process it. You just laid there like a corpse on the edge of death, eyes blinking slowly with tears.
“I would, but I think you took my half,” Jungwon said with a shrug, glancing down at you with mockery. Then, he kneeled down, tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, hand lingering before he whispered the threat.
“Remember the deal or let yourself become a monster.”
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The next sixteen hours was one, silent blur. You were in a dream where you were back home, back with your father, and moving somewhere with a scarce population and homes. It was just a countryside where a sole hut stood bathing in the sunlight. In that dream, you took in the world outside, the forest, crops, and you thought it was over. But then, your dream self touched your neck and pain exploded there until you collapsed to your knees, chest heaving breathlessly as agony climbed up your skull like a thick tide.
Pain swelled in your throat, and someone was shaking you. Your father, perhaps, but when it was deeper, more demanding, your eyes snapped open to the blurry ceiling.
A slight gasp choked past your lips, sweat glistening on the crown of your head and neck. And above you, Riki. He was holding a bottle of water and some leftover fruits. How could you eat when you had recovered the past week in one, mortifying dream? Not only that—but you had been bitten again.
He had crossed a boundary and didn't mind violating your skin like it was another reward or prize he wanted to sink his fangs into. And he did so without an inch of remorse. All you could remember was how close it felt to dying and he was proud of it because he was the one that let you tip near the edge of life.
“Can you hear me or are you just in a goldfish brain right now?” Riki's voice came through, derisive. Ignoring the jab, you gathered every piece of yourself to roll onto your side and lean on your elbow. There was no respite as the bite mark now radiated pure agony in pulsing waves, up to your temple, and swarming you with it.
Riki was still crouching but placed them down, allowing you to move at the pace of a tortoise. Eating didn't bring relief. It took more effort to do so, having to move your jaw, swallow the contents, and your neck protested at the wound. Food had lost all meaning, and you truly felt sick.
After that, you had been taken to the labs like you weren't losing your legs, and it was worse since Jay and Jungwon were both watching over like hawks. Jay had his arms crossed, scarlet gaze cutting into the scientists; Jungwon tucked his hands into his pockets, observing closely as you limped in, holding onto the counter like you had no sense of gravity.
Taehyun gasped, rushing over with Minju who saw the dried blood in the cotton collar of your shirt. You could barely stand and fell into both of them. Jungwon's jaw tightened.
“Oh my gosh…” Minju whispered sadly, embracing you into her.
Before they could rescue you, his voice rang out like a whip. “Stop.”
Minju held you tighter as you leaned on her. She was so warm, and you honestly didn't want to let go. Everything felt like a mix between cold and scorching. Quite clearly, your body was fraying away into insanity.
Taehyung grew annoyed. “What?”
“It's been three days. Where is the venom?” Jungwon replied, stepping close and almost curling his fists tighter when your blood curled around his nose and hooked him in.
“It's not ready—”
“Why? This should be your priority,” Jungwon challenged, something caught in his eyes, like he knew something but he couldn't quite figure out exactly what he discovered. You glanced at Namjoon who stood very stiffly by the other counter. According to him, he made the weakest version of the venom, a placebo. So, technically, he did make it, but it wouldn't be unlocking its full potential. Not enough to turn anyone.
Even with that reassurance planted in your head, panic tingled up your skin like a very slow poison.You held Minju tighter.
“It's not easy to make and purify something in mass within three days,” Taehyun remarked with narrowed eyes that tried to match Jungwon's. Jay scoffed, glancing over at Namjoon, who blinked at the counter and sighed as he began to retrieve something from one of the cabinets.
You watched as he returned with one vial, something murky and grey sitting within it. You almost cringed.
“If you must have one, then here,” Namjoon said, handing it over to Jungwon. It was the size of his palm, menacing and deciding the fate of the next person.
“Let's test it.”
Jungwon was already walking away but before he did, he tore you out of Minju's grip, making you stumble and panic even more. Your head spun and you had no choice but to clutch onto his arm and let your legs find their own strength. Minju reached out for you but Jay kept her in place. She shrunk away.
Taehyun and Namjoon followed behind, entering the patient room with unspoken questions and queries. The ward was messed up, the curtains thrown and ripped, beds haphazard and no longer at the wall. Inside, a few unconscious police officers were passed out there, some blood or bruises blooming in their skin.
It was horrifying at most. The one place that was supposed to help patients avoid vampirism had turned into a sanctuary for them. An experimenting cage prickling hatred within.
“Give it to one of them,” Jungwon said to you despite the exhaustion sinking into your bones like metal. Taehyun grit his teeth.
“Let me do it,” he snapped at both vampires before snagging the venom out his grip, and approaching one of the bodies. Something protested within you. Probably guilt. It started subtle, like hunger gnawing at your stomach, until it rose to your chest like a wave that urged you to do something. When you tried to tug away from Jungwon, Jay just held your shoulder in a silent, bruising grip, the side with emanating neck pain.
Namjoon and you watched as Taehyun readied the needles, collected it into the syringe only for him to pierce the man's skin and surge the liquid through.
Once Taehyun stood and threw the syringe away, nothing happened. Heck. It was so still that you were sure you heard your own heartbeat asking questions before the landslide of horror crashed into you again.
The man twitched, barely groaned and simply turned his head to the other side as if something tickled him. It felt wrong to feel even a drop of relief that nothing happened, and then when Jungwon turned to you, it vanished.
Frustration and more disbelief coursed through his every feature, and he tightened the hand latched on your upper arm, making you wince.
“What the fuck is this?” He snapped to all three of you. Taehyun and Namjoon both glanced at the man, trying to weave excuses because they knew this would happen. Even you did. But you didn't think Jungwon's impatience would expect something to actually happen.
Silence hummed in the air, uncomfortable and winding. Jay scoffed and nudged you in warning. “Explanation?”
Honestly, how could you say that you purposely made a watered version of the venom so that you could trick them? You would be saying ‘just kill me now and get it over with!’
Too anxious to look at Jungwon, he grit his teeth, sparing a malicious glance to the two scientists before his hand snapped to the back of your neck. Pain and the burning ache thrummed through your neck at the hold, a sound of protest leaving you as he forced your gaze to his. You tried to push his chest, but the weight of his hand on your nape was crushing, and you whimpered.
Taehyun lunged at Jungwon, but was stopped by Jay giving him a shove back at his resistance.
“You're hurting her!”
“She'll survive,” Jungwon muttered, scanning over the apprehension flooding your fluttering eyes, the way your heart skipped several beats until he could practically hear it. He pulled you in closer until there was simply an inch left between you and him. It gave you the chance to once again meet the darkness living in his crimson gaze.
“Intern Song, why isn't that venom working?” He asked darkly, briefly glancing at the fallen officer on the side. What could you say? That you were tricking him? He wouldn't even turn you. He would just kill you.
When you didn't answer, he gripped your nape harder and you had to refrain from screaming at him to let go. Your neck furiously burned.
“I-I don't know. Fuck, let me go—” you tried to push his chest again. He didn't let you.
“What do you mean? Aren't you making the venom?”
“I am! The senior doctors are finalising it. It's not easy to make it from a sample,” you uttered, meeting his killer, crimson gaze with all the innocence and false truths you could, grabbing at all the loose threads. Jungwon grit his teeth, and something soured in them, like death was looming.
Suddenly, he let you go, stepping back slowly and you exhaled deeply, clutching your neck that curled with a throbbing pain. Taehyun held onto your arm gently, the opposite of these vampires.
Silence stilled the air but Jungwon simply walked over to the soldier that had been injected, and stared, like he was calculating something. Then, within an instant, his hand clutched the officer's throat, fingers driving into his throat as his knuckles stained white. Then, a crack.
The man's head clicked back like the very bone meant to hold him there had vanished into thin air, stolen from him.
You didn't know how to breathe, the alarm silently invading your brain but you remained incredibly still. He had killed him. And for what? You knew why. To prove a point that he held the control, he held the blade for it and he would use it. All these people were collateral damage and he didn't care.
Stumbling into Taehyun, your heartbeat raced like it was working hard to just ignore the body, to erase and bleach the memory until it wasn't there. Except, you couldn't forget. And Jungwon knew it. It was impossible to scrub away the death stitched into your mind.
Jay didn't even flinch as Jungwon straightened like that death gave him a red carpet of power.
“For every failed venom, I'll just kill them. Then, the blood will be on your hands,” Jungwon declared as he walked to you and the other two boys. Although your own weight was heavy enough, you felt Taehyun and Namjoon's. Tension bolted in your shoulders until the guilt and hopelessness cut into you like a dagger, even though he was responsible for handling the hilt.
You didn't look at him. You looked at the man with a monstrous bruise on his abandoned neck. Another life left as scraps for death.
“Understand?” Jungwon asked tersely. Somewhere in between the conflict of your hope and guilt, you nodded once, wishing it was all a surreal dream.
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The rest of the night was silent but heavy. As if that confrontation had hit everyone, the intensity of the vampires constricting everyone into wordless compliance. You hated it. For the rest of the evening, your lips stayed shut.
Even when Minju replaced the bandage and gauze on your tender neck, thoughts weighed in your eyes with all possibilities of how this could fail. Or if it had failed already and this was your life to accept when you confronted it.
When you were back in your room, Jay left you, and that's when you took the chance to sneak back to the bathroom, practically stumbling into the pristine room. When you crouched by the sink, you got your phone from behind it, unlocking it with shaky breaths and determination on a tightrope.
Entering the three numbers into the messages app, you managed to connect to the police. The automated message was annoying at first, but once figuring it out, you saw the dancing dots.
[“What seems to be the emergency?”]
This will work. It will. They haven't found the phone and you planned to keep it like that. You began typing, the anticipation bubbling up your chest and stinging at your throat. You felt sick from this whole thing. Despite it all, you texted the number that you snuck a phone in and there were scientists being held here, forced to accept their demands in creating venom.
[“They are planning to ambush any other officers coming and turn them. The ground is off limits”] You texted, hands trembling slightly, sleep pulling on your eyelids.
[“Is there a place where the scientists can go to be rescued?”] The message said.
When you really thought about it, the only place you could think of was the rooftop. Often abandoned during the cold times, it was the perfect place for everyone to wait and gather for an escape. Also, you know the vampires didn't know about it either. From what you know, the bitten ones had all their attention on the ground floor, and that's all you needed to type.
Once explaining your situation, you had sat there for twenty minutes, setting out the details of the plan, the exact steps of the route heading to rescue, allowing even the smallest drop of hope to soothe your heart.
The plan was to first wait for the officers to attack first, leading them away from the scientists and allowing you to inject the vampires with the antivenom when they least expected it. When the officers do fully barge into the building, the officers could have an advantage over their weakened bodies, possibly caging them once more. After that, you and the other scientists would get out first whilst the officers dealt with them, the roof being the place where a helicopter would whirr in like the light at the end of the tunnel. The bitten ones would be at the bottom ground, and if they didn't know how to control their lust for blood and see through it, then it would be dangerous for everyone else.
You and the scientists would get out and return with an antidote for the poisoned people and happily ever after.
Hopefully.
[“When are you certain the antivenom will be made?”]
Biting your lip and remembering the process, you took a deep breath, dispersing the cement pressing at your ribs and typed.
[“3 days TOP”]
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“Is it just me or is it suspiciously quiet tonight?” Sunoo asked, wiping the blood from his mouth that he had fed on from one of the officers that had died yesterday.
The ground floor was practically a blood haven with all the death lying around the corridors, bodies lifeless but useful as a food source.
Heeseung fiddled with his black mask, his eyes crimson and brooding, as if there was a cloud of thoughts appearing and then disappearing like an illusion. “Maybe they gave up.”
“No. I can't hear any sirens. Not even from a distant,” Jay said, narrowing his gaze out the window, watching the night sky as if it had eyes in the stars. Even then, an intense flow of thoughts rushed through his ears. While the silence simmered, Sunghoon shrugged, legs alleviated on a random desk cluttered with papers and files.
“Do you want to hear sirens?”
Jay scoffed and snapped his eyes to Sunghoon. “You know what I mean. It's strange.”
“Jay hyung has a point. Usually, the stupid sirens circle the area before leaving, but tonight… nothing,” Riki said, eyebrows raised, hands making a flat gesture across the air.
“Do you think they have a new strategy?” Jake chimed, arms crossed with a stony contemplation hardening in his eyes. Everyone stayed silent before Jungwon stood from a chair, catching all of their eyes like mice following the leader.
“They have no information on who is alive in the building. They can't have a new strategy if innocent civilians are known to be trapped,” Jungwon began saying, drawing out his thoughts in words. “Unless they know something, which is impossible because not a single person has escaped.”
Sunoo perked up, sudden realisation flashing through him. “So, what you're saying is—”
“The officers don't have a strategy, but someone does.” Jungwon finished off and everyone tensed, as if waiting for him to drop the bomb on them.
Sunghoon hummed. “That intern. Y/n.”
“Gosh, she's fucking persistent,” Heeseung muttered, the sound of your name almost grating on his nerves like a sharp knife.
“It's like she is waiting for something,” Jake suggested from his gut feeling. Jungwon nodded.
“I don't know what strategy she has, but if we're going to build our own army and spread our legacy, our venom, then we need to be ready. We can't let her outsmart us. She needs to know her place,” Jungwon declared, looking each of them in the eye as the same idea turned and twisted in their gazes, darkening into something violent. Something akin to a promise.
Riki smirked. “What is on your mind, hyung?”
Jungwon leaned back against the wall, arms crossed.
“Listen closely.”
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“Why are they targeting you?”
Taehyun was currently standing before you, unwrapping a bandage and some tape to replace the old ones at your bite wound. The lab was filled with the same machinery, the hum of the AC, and some secret conversations.
Jungwon was in the other room, but you knew he could walk into the one you were sitting in and scrutinise. He didn't say much when he escorted you down, and honestly, the anxiety never left your body. Like it knew he wasn't done. That he was simmering deep down, and your body could see through the silence.
“I don't know.” You sighed softly, pulling your hair to the side so he could peel off the old, bloodied one. It stung when he did, your skin tightening with pain and you tensed. Rubbing your shoulder, he shushed you, sympathetic.
“It's going to sting. Sorry.”
“It's fine. But, Tae…”
Taehyun halted slightly, but you gestured for him to come closer. As he did, he masked it with the fact he had to encircle the bandage around your neck.
“I have… a plan. We need that… ‘AVenom’ in two days.” Your gaze met his confused ones.
“Specific,” he replied softly, rolling the path of the bandage once more.
And there, you told him the plan. All of it but with a few code names here and there. When he finished putting the bandage and plaster over your neck, he let out a shaky breath, as if overwhelmed with your ambitious plan, and stepped back.
“Y/n, you sound insane…” he began, making you frown. “... but I trust you. If you say it will work… then fine.”
Then, a small smile graced your lips and made his heart flip. He stepped away, cleaning up the first aid medical kit when Jungwon stood at the doorway, examining your relaxed features and hearing the steady heartbeat. Again. He was suspicious.
That was why when he chained you up in that damn, lonely prison room, he stayed. He tightened the cuffs at your wrist, hand lingering like he wanted to dig up your heartbeat and swallow it for himself. Then, he stood, crossed arms, gaze burning you as if he could melt away whatever lies you had sculpted.
Unnerving as it was, you stiffly sat there and wondered what he wanted, but also when would he leave? Suppressing the panic from jumping with your heartbeat, you met his gaze, and he tilted his head.
“How is the venom coming along?” He asked too calmly, setting you on edge. Pulling at all the previous fake threads, you spoke.
“The seniors said it's going okay.”
“I want to test whatever samples you have on the humans. I saw something blue,” he said, demanding it, even. And that made you snap your eyes up at him because those samples you were creating were the antivenom. Not whatever he wanted from you. And those were strictly for the vampires, a death wish in a vial. Jungwon scanned the apprehension brewing in your eyes and uncrossed his arms.
“It's… nearly ready, but not yet.”
“I'm getting impatient, Intern Song. When will it be ready—”
“Gosh, I don't know!”
Jungwon leaned down towards you with a sharp, crimson dart. “Why? Are you not creating it?”
“I am! The team are. Just give it a few days,” you snapped at him.
“I need it now, Y/n. When will it be ready? How many days—?!”
“Two days… just… something like that,” you uttered. The regret flagged up like a flash in an instant, realising how quickly your restraint had cracked at the edges even if it was a little. At that, a silence radiated from him, like all that sharpness had mellowed into something knowing. Your agitation felt suffocating, the type to make you squirm. Jungwon took a menacing step closer, secret realisation flickering into another big flame.
“Okay. Two days…”
“Please leave,” you whispered, eyes fluttering up to him and his stare. It didn't comfort you when the hunger coiled in his gaze, as if it had been there for a while and it had shown itself from the shadows. So subtle but heavy, but enough to press your voice into your own throat.
Your breath hitched in utter anxiety. “Jungwon?”
“You know, I want to believe you. I really do.”
“What are you—”
Jungwon tipped your chin up with a harsh hand, shutting you up. “There is just so much I can hold back. But if you are telling the truth, I won't hurt you too much.”
In an instant, you shoved his hand away from you, horror filling your lungs like cement. He narrowed his gaze.
“Don't. You're not biting me again. You're not fucking biting me—”
“I'm a simple creature, Y/n. I need blood. And patience. And you're giving me none.” Jungwon's hand slipped to your neck, feathering over your jaw in caution. But even then, you repelled yourself from the danger that was his hand. He didn't appreciate it and gripped your jaw again like the first time he had, making your nerves jump.
“You will give me the blood. Remember how I said you exhaust me? I need to be compensated.”
“I can't…” you shook your head, but he was already towering over you, caging you in his shadow and authority. Your body froze and he tilted your head up until you saw nothing but him.
“You talk too much,” he uttered. When you were about to protest again, he said, “Would you rather me bite Taehyun?”
Jungwon almost scowled at the immediate worry crashing all those thoughts in your eyes, and his fangs ached in bitterness. How he wanted to shut up those thoughts from infecting your heartbeat and words. For you to be his.
The silence said a lot.
“Exactly.”
With that, he simply tore the bandage unto threads, letting it fall from your neck and revealing the punctures in your tender skin. You shuddered, facing him in refusal. “Please…”
Ignoring your pretty pleas, his thumb brushed over the bumpy skin, drinking in your anguished whimpers, and dipped his nose there. The smell made him hum. Your heart raced, exploding into that familiar terror that made him crave more.
You.
“Just to remind you,” he whispered before placing his lips firmly on the same bite marks aching up your skull, and aligned his fangs in anticipation. Gasping sharply, your hand drove forward into his chest, but he simply pushed it down, trapping you between his legs by lifting his knee to the bench beside your thigh.
A sickening shudder whipped down your chest when he pressed a horrifyingly lingering kiss to your already-agonised neck, ignoring your squirming head. You wanted this to end, to escape whatever Hell you were trapped in.
Without a second thought, he cupped your nape and pierced his fangs into your tender skin with an unavoidable and striking hunger. You barely processed it. The pain was first. A bolt of thundering pain pounded down your neck and skull, like a small explosion had broken out again and burned all your nerves. Your shriek became broken, akin to your crumbling strength. You tried to clutch at his shirt but he simply squeezed your hand in warning as he swallowed greedily.
Your body fell limp, the agony blinding your senses as your head lolled back. He lowered you until your body draped along the bench, lips still feeding on your blood, tugging at your skin like needles. Jungwon drank like your blood was made of glass, of something sweet and grown on the finest vineyards to exist. He didn't want to stop.
A plethora of groans and cries left your chapped lips, hands sharply scratching his neck but it didn't even affect him. It was like tickling his skin with feathers. It was only easier for him to pin down your cuffed hands to the cold, metallic bench.
It all burned, the sensation of it aching up the side of your head, down your shoulder, all the way down to your side and getting rid of all your thoughts. Each breath, each inhale and sob ached, as if your ribs would collapse and press into your lungs like bricks.
For him, he didn't care. He drank in your cries, the copper decorating your blood like a present he unwrapped and was consuming. When you whimpered, he pressed the pad of his thumb on the centre of your throat and your heartbeat stuttered ten times, breath caught in your throat as you let out another strangled cry. He smiled darkly and tugged on your blood once more before departing with a derisive lick to your bruised neck.
Your eyes were closed to shut out the pain, but he was still looming over you with pride after he had sent a wealth of shivers to seize your body.
“You did well,” Jungwon murmured, his nose dipping into your cheek to savour you. He glanced down to your exhausted face, eyes closed, lips parted to suck in as much air as you could, and head lolled to the side. Sleep called you, pulling you in with the promise to get rid of the pain, even if for a little bit.
“Sleep.”
As if you had heard him, you fell limp on the bench, falling into the darkness.
Jungwon simply put the bandage back on, fingers feathering over your collarbone, and left with one last, dark glance back.
Then, he was gone.
Whatever you had planned, he wasn't going to allow it to happen. It would stay a dream that you stupidly curated in your head.
He would make sure of it.
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Two days passed. Yesterday, you could barely hold your head up and ended up sleeping with your head and arm draped across the counter. Today, Jungwon's mark ached like it was locked away behind a thick door, but the bite flickered and spoke agony into your nerves like a whisper. It was another voice orbiting your head, making you want to give into the anxiety.
The thought hit you now. Fighting against Jungwon and the vampires was like you fighting people with armour without having any protection yourself.
All that apprehension finally gave light to the doubtful thoughts resurfacing like thick ice in the water. You were fighting against vampires. Supernatural beings that had witnessed more things than one, and killed too. No physical armour could be of use.
Their strength easily outweighed you and the team, there was no point denying that. So, fighting them with bare hands wasn't a path to go down. But outsmarting them was not a bad idea at all if you just conjured the correct type without their suspicions.
A plan but dangerous nonetheless.
Tonight, Namjoon and the others made fourteen antivenoms, the dark blue in vials, ready to be silent killers. You hope.
If this failed, then all your confidence would crumble into rubble. The thought sent an uneasy shudder to your heart, or it was because of your pulsing neck. It complained every hour.
Currently, the clock struck six PM, the day morphing away into the dark, evening sky, the labs silent with a few murmurs here and there. In the other room, Sunoo and Jungwon were silent. Eerily silent. But you blamed it on your nerves trying to find an excuse to be anxious about everything.
“Okay…” Soobin gathered everyone into a little circle. He held up the rack with the fourteen vials. “Each of us takes two. Once the officers cause the distraction downstairs, at least half of them will go down. Sunoo and Jungwon will stay with us, but they will be our first targets before moving onto the next ones.”
Everyone nodded. You, Taehyun, Soobin, Chaewon, Minju, Seokjin, and Namjoon took two. The extra vial stayed in your pocket. For now, you and Taehyun would go.
“If you can't hold your head up, let me do it,” Taehyun protested as he walked with you through the lab, obviously glancing at your bruised neck.
“No… I'm fine.” You smiled a little, stopping when you heard the sirens loud and clear downstairs. It blanketed the building and acted as the signal to put the plan into motion. Glancing back to Taehyun, you gave a nod, to which he returned it with newfound strength and faith in the plan, in you.
The group nodded you and him off, and there you went into the next room.
Jungwon and Sunoo weren't there, so you led the way to the halls, abandoned and quiet. The lights blinked above, death scenting the floors. Peeking out, there was another empty hallway.
“Do you think they went downstairs to deal with the distraction?” You whispered, stepping into said hallway with a perplexed Taehyun. You brought out the syringe, loading the liquid into the capped injection.
“Possibly. But I don't want to split up,” he replied with desperate eyes and worry. Worry for you and your bruised neck. As much as you appreciated the concern, the adrenaline pretty much tucked your anxiety away into a small pocket in your brain.
“We have to. It'll be quicker,” you said, already walking towards the main corridor. With no choice, he followed you to the hallway with different, winding hallways and the stairs. Once at the railings, you nodded to him.
“Good luck.” You blinked at him. Taehyun pursed his lips, as if preparing himself, and nodded.
“You too.”
He went left, you went right, going down the stairs slowly. The lights were off down here, the dim emergency lights barely lighting the ceiling. It freaked you out but gosh, you couldn't afford the nerves right now. Not when this is what you have had three bites for. For your mother, too. Her work, her life—they were worth fighting for, even if her voice ceased to exist.
Taking a deep breath, you faced the darkened hallway head on, the sirens wailing nearby like an endless knell, as if they knew tonight was final, an end.
You walked. Your shoes barely made a sound, sticking to the wall as a guide to help yourself, anxiety leaking like rain through a roof you thought would protect you. The walls ran with violent shadows, swallowing the walls as you walked on. Upon the next door, you peeked into the glass.
Red and blue lights blared through the windows, the next hallway empty. Good enough. They must be gathered somewhere near the entrance. You have to at least find one of the vampires.
Hauling the door open, you slowly walked among the alarming lights, each one coiling your chest into tight anticipation. It stretched beyond your stomach, curling around your gut. At the next one, you peeked around the broken hinges to see a figure, back to you, dark hair and similar clothing to Heeseung. He wasn't looking at you, but his masked face was directed towards the next winding hallway, almost monitoring.
Anger twisted in your chest at the sight of him—no, the mere thought of the vampires binded you with a rushing, wild rage set to destroy them. They barged into your life, surrounding you with so much death, that it almost felt normal. You suppose it's normal for them to hold hands with death and let it take away their leftovers.
Gripping the syringe even more, you stepped into the same hallway, eyes focused like he had a target drawn on his back. Everything else faded away as Heeseung became the focal point, all your accumulated frustration ready to hit him like an arrow.
He didn't turn when you approached with a small distance between you and him. You didn't care.
Taking off the cap, you stabbed his nape with the antivenom, injecting it swiftly as he groaned, falling forward and making his mask fall to the floor. He groaned again, but it didn't sound like Heeseung. In fact, this dude had shorter hair, black veins protruding his skin like it didn't belong there.
Cold horror crept up your chest, each one digging into your lungs. When you turned the dude around with a shove, it wasn't Heeseung.
It was a random man, probably a bitten officer, and he looked horrified, confused.
Bewildered, you stepped back. None of the officers were supposed to be injected and you did just that. He groaned, eyes shutting as he crumbled to his knees, clutching his neck.
“N-no, oh no, you're not one o-of them—”
“No, he isn't, is he?” Heeseung said behind you, and when you whipped your head around, there he was, looming over you with murderous intent swarming his scarlet eyes.
Before you could react, he slammed you back against the wall, fingers wrapped around your throat, right on your bite mark. You let out a choked scream, hands clawing at him and his wrist. It wasn't enough to leave you without air, but enough to express the power over you. That he knew your life was a petal he could crush in his palm.
Heeseung leaned in, a ghost of a smirk on his face, mocking you. “You think you were smart, didn't you?”
You struggled, nails digging into his very hand that was around your throat, but you met his gaze head on. A brief flicker down to your frantic fingers, and he scoffed, tightening his grip, the anger now polluting his gaze.
“Maybe if you follow orders, it will be easier for Jungwon to turn you.” He let his fangs glint, and your heartbeat stuttered when he leaned into your cheek.
You had to think. But all you could think was run. Just run. Escape.
As he leaned in, your knee shot up into his groin and he doubled over, grunting in pain. You took the chance to shove him off and ran down the darkened hallway. A snarl escaped him as he swiftly followed, your figure reaching the other set of double doors, bursting through them like there was safety on the other side. Your stamina dried a little. This wasn't a part of the plan. And that scared you.
The next hallway had some weary officers, hunched and hollow at the end of it, and when they saw Heeseung chase after you, it was like an invisible command.
They staggered towards you.
Panic swept at your feet like a tide, and you had to force your legs to function as you took a sharp left into a random room, pushing the door. It was a random office, desks abandoned with papers and notes. Your heartbeat slammed as Heeseung and those two officers stormed in, and you grabbed the spinning chair, and launched it towards him.
It hit him square in the stomach, nearly tumbling over. A small success, and you set off again down the mazes of desks and cubicles, running off to the other exit. You practically felt Heeseung's frustration and rage radiate into you like it was a physical thing. As if you were about to be hit with a tsunami.
No time. You opened up the door, breathless, and you rushed into the next room, some type of meeting room, but quickly maneuvered your way to the other side, hauling the door open.
The hallway on your left had more people, some of them in chaos and you had no idea if it was a safe choice to go down that way. If you went right, you could go back and find Taehyun and get to the rooftop. Except, where were the others and were they more successful in getting the vampires or not?
Gosh, you hoped so. If this didn't work, you didn't know what fate held for you.
Discreetly, you took the right, getting away from Heeseung and whatever mayhem was down there. You ignored the ache in your neck, ignored your shaky feet, and slammed it down the corridor and through the darkness. You were breathless when you reached the stairs only to see a figure standing there in the light.
At first, his features weren't discernable. He was taller, short hair, and when he turned, that wretched bat with barbed wire was there in his hold.
Riki.
Your breath stuttered, and you took a step back, feeling your composure crumble.
He didn't let you.
Riki lunged down the stairs, striking the bat near your torso. It hit the wall instead but you felt the air of it hitting you, enough to shake your heart. He smirked.
“Nice try,” he muttered before he raised the bat again to its peak and brought it down. With a choked yellow, you threw yourself to the side, bumping into the stairwell, and heard the sickening thud against the wall. He rolled his neck, darkness bleeding into his gaze and into that damn smirk.
That wasn't good. You ran. Not up the stairs, but down the other hallway that cowered in the shadows. Riki let out a scoff and followed, legs taking longer strides to get to you.
You ran, pushing yourself harder as you reached another set of double doors, thoughts colliding, burning.
His heavy footsteps sounded like the gait of a puma, hunting you down. You tried not to become disheartened, but you felt the plan sinking into the deepest depths, somewhere away from you.
As you reached it, the door opened before you could and you couldn't stop yourself as you slammed into Sunghoon, his tall self lurking with coldness, scarlet eyes locking onto yours.
Panic strung into a tight, hasty knot, making it so hard to breathe and process. Then, a crack to your ribs stumbled you off your feet, forcing you to the wall as pain exploded into a slow, jagged burn. You cried out, breaths hitching as Riki retracted the barbed bat, a malignant smile gracing his lips. Sunghoon gracefully joined and both of them hovered over you like a storm contained in dark, gloomy clouds.
They didn't wear their masks.
This was their plan. To trick you and the others into chasing your own tails and humiliating you. You shakily breathed, eyes shifting between the two.
You were fucked. So inevitably fucked.
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“Look who decided to join in.” Jungwon grinned mockingly as he held the dormant chainsaw, observing how Sunghoon shoved you into the lab tables until you trembled and bit your lip to contain your groan.
Sunghoon and Riki had easily crushed your plan. When you tried to fight them off, Riki simply raised his bat like a quiet threat, and there was no choice but to follow. And now, your heart dropped as everyone was gathered with faces displaying the epitome of fear.
They failed.
Taehyun had a large bruise on his jaw, so did Seokjin. The same anxiety pressed into your ribs, and you wanted to sink to the floor and scream.
Jungwon slammed the chainsaw down in front of you, smiling when he saw you flinch. No, he wasn't happy. He was pleased about the useless plan, that it collapsed on its legs before it could even run.
Stepping back, he simply followed with an unmoving smirk that sent your stomach prickling with thorns. “I-I can explain—”
“Good. Then… maybe, I can consider whether to go easy on you or not,” he cut you off, stepping towards you once more as you backed into the other set of counters with panic fluttering in your heartbeat. All seven of them were here, blending with the shadows. No… they were the shadows.
And Jungwon was the largest one with scarlet death making home in his eyes.
“I-I…”
What even was there to explain? At face value, no fabric of excuse could be stitched, no matter how colourful you made it or how many sequins you adorned it with, there was nothing to lie about. Jungwon just wanted you to state your failure out loud in a power play where he was coming out on top. To shove that humiliation right back at you. It was your fault. All of it. You had the bizarre plan, gave it rusty wheels and it all crashed.
Trembling, you felt Jungwon step closer, his shoes coming into view, trapping you in his oppressive bubble. He leaned in wickedly. “Speechless, right?”
When you didn't reply, he turned to Sunoo who was scanning his hacksaw for any meagre dust over the metal thorns, but when they met eyes, he got the message. You watched in bewilderment as he moved to the scientists, almost slower than necessary, like he was taunting them with false kindness. In a panic, you went to step forward but Jungwon's arm shot out, a steel bar against your torso.
“No. You've done enough, Intern,” he said too calmly, setting your composure on fire. You clawed at his arm, fighting to lower it.
“Don't—”
In a snap, Jungwon gripped your nape with a sharp and silent remark, turning your head so that you had nowhere to look but the warning written within. Your breath hitched, eyes fluttering with apprehension.
“I said, no. Do you understand what that means, Y/n?” He tilted his head, almost challenging you. This time, you didn't speak.
Sunoo took that chance and approached Soobin despite him being taller. Terror prickled Soobin as he took a trembling step back, almost confused at the same time. It didn't distract the vampire as he dragged the hacksaw along the counter tops. The group parted and repelled until Soobin stood there, sole.
This can't be happening. This was your fault. All of it. You were the stupid one that forged the plan, not Soobin. Not any of them. The guilt came quick, like bile before you could stop it, and you struggled again, refusing to let this pass. You can't be the one watching again. The grip on your nape became crushing until the wound on your neck thundered with the familiar prickles and warning. Jungwon didn't care, and kept you staring.
With a chilling smile, Sunoo glimpsed Jungwon for some type of verbal message and then gazed at Soobin with bloodlust, like he was already deciphering what his blood would taste like.
“W-wait—” Soobin tried to say but Sunoo moved like the wind. One second, he was standing a few feet away, and in the next, flesh was torn and Soobin clutched his bleeding neck, a choked scream falling from his parted lips. Everyone staggered back in shock, and you froze, eyes wide and frozen as he crumbled to his knees, gurgling in pain. With a morbid thud, he laid on his face, blood pooling the floor as the life floated from his body.
It pulled you away, and suddenly, you were staring at your mother, falling into death just like that. No one said a word.
And then, you let out a shaky breath, snapping your gaze to Jungwon in rage. You pushed at his chest, hopeless. “He didn't do anything! It was me!”
“I know it was you,” Jungwon scoffed, letting go of your nape to catch your frantic hands to his chest. “You're not off the hook either. But, hurting you isn't enough.”
The other six snickered behind him. Sunoo wiped the hacksaw with his sleeve with precision, pleased with himself. “Please let me have one more.”
Jay scoffed, wrapping the chain of his bludgeon around his knuckles like a prize. “Sunoo, you're growing spoiled.”
“Not true,” Sunoo remarked, glaring at the elder one that simply sauntered over, randomly letting his eyes glaze over Chaewon. She stood frozen, practically rooted to the ground from terror and disbelief. You couldn't let this happen.
Yanking aggressively on Jungwon's grip, you desperately faced him again. “Tell him to stop!”
A look of mock contemplation flashed over his eyes and then twisted into a black hole of pure evil and shadows. He liked sucking all that hopeful light out of you. Just to taunt you, he leaned down to meet your restless eyes.
“Why should I? I mean, you're not one for listening either. So why should I do the same?”
“This was all me! It was all me!” You yelled at him, slamming your trapped fists against him as Jay approached Chaewon, cocking the spiky weapon side-to-side, testing how much death he could inflict in one go.
It was no use. When Chaewon tried to run, Jay struck the bludgeon right into the base of her skull, the crack so dull but clear that it felt like a crevice had been ruptured right within your sternum. It felt like metal and stone. Like steel had split you in half. Your breath fell short.
A scream tore from her throat, body hitting the floor. The others stood in an icy sea of fear, unable to move their limbs, afraid that they were next. You struggled even more and Jungwon tightened his grasp until it felt like your wrists would snap. A quiet groan left your lips.
“No more of that,” Jungwon said darkly, leaning over you, eyeing your neck as his next goal. A shudder broke through your spine. “As promised…”
Like a preying snake, his hand curled beside your neck, moving your messed hair to the side, revealing the clumsy bandage. “I will turn you. You will become a monster. Just a consequence of your… disobedience.”
“W-wait—” you tried to breathe but his hand then slid and curled around your locks, forcing a breathless cry to escape you. He looked sick of it now. All that playful malice was now hollow.
“Shut it.” Jungwon tilted his head, eyes straying to your neck, almost sensing the flutters within your neck. Your pulse basically became ragged, unstable, and he was addicted.
Taehyun clenched his fists, breaths heavy with rage and an urge to kill them all. To kill those vampires with his bare hands. It simmered, reaching his hands, and he twitched, unable to hold back. With pure anger, Taehyun lunged at Jungwon, fist swung back only for a metal and barbed bat to smack into his stomach.
Pain sprung in his skin as he doubled over onto his knees, groaning in exasperation. Even then, he met your gaze, searching for any type of hidden plan, but you had raw, unfiltered panic sparking in them. It couldn't end like this.
Jungwon snorted, still holding your locks like they were his but his eyes fixated on the boy on his knees.
Riki scoffed too, caressing his bat with power. “Bad choice.”
“Horrible, even,” Jungwon added, letting go of you only to swipe his leg into the boy's face with such precision, that he fell onto his side, agony pulsing up his cheek. He was sure there was blood on his tongue. You gasped, cupping your mouth in horror.
It needed to end. You needed to do something. Gosh, any type of exit, you needed it. Somehow, you needed to carve something out of a dead end with bare nails. Except all these dead ends had death traps in place.
It was impossible. You lost.
In all that determination you once harboured, tears arose over your defenses, and you wanted to crumble.
Turning back to your rigid figure against the counter, Jungwon hauled you in by your upper arm, lips elegantly hovering over the bandage. Cringing away, he simply chuckled and it was wrapped in hostility that he wanted you to hear. With his other hand, he peeled off the bandage, almost sighing in satisfaction at the dried blood lingering at your skin.
“You tried…” he whispered, speaking taunts into your ears as you quivered. “But it wasn't enough.”
For a moment, you believed it because you genuinely felt all that hope wither. Right there, you wished to let your mind fade into a numb fade.
Because it was over.
As if he heard your own despondency, he leaned in to seal the promise. Taehyun tried to lift himself but Riki placed a spiteful foot over his sore ribs, making him fall limp again.
Some horrific part of you didn't fight. It gave in under the weight of his violence and your own failure. You were suffocating under the rubble. Jungwon relished it.
Just as his fangs glinted, a sudden explosion rang outside the labs, smoke fogging the air, footsteps and loud voices yelling in routine and commands. The impact of it shook the vampires, some stumbling. Jungwon lurched away from you, snapping his gaze along with the others to the hallway.
Confused yourself, you squinted to see soldiers swarm in through the smoke, yelling orders, guns raised at the vampires, who all spared a knowing glance to each other.
Jungwon clicked his tongue, but it was absent of amusement. The other vampires shifted and that stillness collapsed within a second. Bullets went flying, the vampires began their dance of defence and you threw yourself next to a heaving Taehyun clutching his aching ribs on the floor.
“You plan this?” He sputtered breathlessly.
“No.” You shook your head, helping him crawl to where the other scientists ducked behind the counters. Blood quickly stained the air, screams tore through the lab.
It took everything in you not to turn and look at Chaewon and Soobin bathed in their own blood. Instead, you faced the others. “W-we need to get to the roof.”
Namjoon gulped hard, taking charge as he pointed to the exit on the far side of the room. The emergency exit glowed a hopeful and guiding green, making everyone stumble over their knees in a frenzy.
You went last. It may be because you created the plan, the one that just failed. To make up for the loss, you needed to make sure that everyone made it out of this icy ocean without drowning anymore. That blunt determination sharpened into a blade, ready to carve out another escape.
Just as you followed, an armoured soldier collided onto the floor beside you, gun clattering away as you flinched. Jay stormed over, clutching the man in the throat and you didn't look. The crack was enough to know what fate he had met. Frantic, you hoisted yourself up by the wall only for a sharp grasp to dig into your calf like a trap meant for you.
You cried out as Jay tugged you back and sent you stumbling to your knees. Those crimson eyes glowed with a new, wildfire of anger, and your heartbeat slammed so hard, that your ribs barely held it in.
The gun laid there among the chaos, and you saw the chance woven in it. With a hasty swipe, and with zero knowledge of how to use one, you flipped onto your back, held the large gun and tried to mimic what you had seen before, and let the bullet fly.
The ricochet was outstanding: it felt like the gun forced you deeper into the cold floor, but it didn't matter now. You shot Jay in the torso, and a muted crimson flowed over his shirt.
Jay growled, limbs trembling in shock and anger, mixing together dangerously. His hands curled over the spot, almost weighed by pain and uncertainty.
There was no time to dwell. You lifted yourself with the gun and ran to the exit where Namjoon was holding the door open with urgency.
“Let's go!” He yelled as he slammed the door shut behind you. Together, you ran down the hallway to the stairwell where the others had already travelled up a few flights, footsteps chaotic and hurried.
You took the first few steps, and then, the familiar metallic roar crushed the sounds of gunshots, as if it was declaring its new quest to satisfy its hunger. You didn't need to look back to know that Jungwon was mad and now, only death awaited you.
The door below smashed open, and four pairs of footsteps marched up the stairs.
“Get her the fuck back to me!” Jungwon barked at them over the screech of his weapon before he took the stairs two at a time. From below, he saw you rushing up with that other man, and he snapped.
He moved like a shadow, so smooth and effortlessly, that you didn't even know when he was inches behind with Sunoo, Heeseung, and Sunghoon, rage spiralling in him like a blitz of bombs.
You pushed yourself, climbing for dear life when Jungwon smashed the moving blade where your foot was supposed to be, but you saved yourself by a few centimetres, torso tumbling onto the stairs with a grunt from the sheer terror weighing your chest like iron.
Shit. Too close. Way too close.
“Once you're mine, I'll torture you with the same monstrosity you fear” Jungwon declared as you stumbled up. He swung the chainsaw back, readying another blow.
In that moment, everything flashed before your eyes, your chest felt shot with an invisible blade of fear as Jungwon began to swing it down again. You should've moved. But adrenaline wasn't on your side in the slightest.
Before he could make contact, Namjoon yelled, and hurled his body atop Jungwon until it was a blend of bodies falling down the sharp edges of the stairs. Jungwon briefly dropped his chainsaw. The other vampires stared in brief alarm, but the violence bled in once more as they stiffened.
“Dr. Kim!” You yelled but he shook his head through his pained groans, trying to lift his torso. He met your gaze for whatever short moment, letting you know with that silent but soft gaze that he believed in you. But he wasn't going to be there with you. Your breaths were shaky, another deep crevice rupturing your hope, but you had to do this.
For him. For everyone.
You ran up the stairs again, gun lodged between your hip and arm, lungs contracting sharply as if it would give way to your panic. A pained yell ached from the floor you left Namjoon on, and you had to bury it all down.
Then, the inevitable sound of mechanical whirring and fluttering metal wings caught back all that optimism in a net. The sound nearly popped your eardrums, suffusing into your brain like a signal you were desperate to reach. Ignoring the anxiety, you climbed the stairs, towards the rooftop.
Along with the helicopter, Jungwon's weapon roared closer again, and you internally groaned. He was crazily persistent. Damn him and his vampire tendencies. His stamina was damn well strong as a stone wall.
“Y/n!” He bellowed again from below, slithering up the steps with Sunghoon, steps thumping violently. It only fueled your steps as you ignored the fatigue sinking into your legs, and climbed the stairs.
Suddenly, Sunghoon took three at a time and yanked the back of your shirt, making you cry out again. With a sharp twist, you struck the gun to his face with force, watching him grunt loudly and lose his step on the stairs. Sunghoon fell with the gun, limbs fighting the pain as he tried to lift himself once hitting the last one, limbs slightly trembling.
It didn't matter anymore because Jungwon was his follow up, and that was enough to charge your sprint up the stairs.
The rooftop was so close, so damn close—
A hand clamped down on your ankle and you cried out again to see Jungwon being responsible with his chainsaw in the other. Both you and him were panting slightly, gaze meeting in an icy battle of wills.
“You're not getting away,” he uttered so darkly, the shadows now tainting his tongue. Swallowing hard, you tried to tug back your leg but his hand was a chain. Anxiety plunged into your stomach.
“Even if I don't… the others will.” You met his gaze again, voice breathy with exhaustion, sweat arising on the crown of your head. The chainsaw came to a stop for a moment, hand still hovering by the switch.
“Such confidence…” he purred, deepening his gaze to yours. But to you, it wasn't just confidence. After thinking about this in your mini marathon up the stairs, you were glad that the others were up there, safe in the skies rather than in the bloodshed down here. It wasn't just confidence, but also courage. Something that didn't break despite all the hits and literal bites. So, this asshole wasn't going to stop you now.
“I'm glad you admit it.” You launched your right foot at his throat, relishing in the agonised grunt as he fell and tumbled down the stairs again, chainsaw fumbling down in a rocky manner. Wasting no time, you lifted yourself before Jungwon could get up.
But then what? It would only be a matter of time before he got onto the roof and made sure he saw the end of his plan. In your pocket, you felt the jostle of the antivenom safely enclosed in the syringe as you ran. All your thoughts worked overtime, entangling into a huge web of thoughts.
Jungwon was too strong to overpower, let alone injecting him in the neck. As you reached the doorway to the rooftop, the whirr of the helicopter washed over you in frequent waves. Safety was there.
Shaky, you took out the syringe of blue, staring in contemplation, in conflict. He always managed to predict your moves. This time, you're going to outsmart him.
No matter what.
Footsteps approached again. Jungwon was done. His patience had run dry. There was nothing there to ease the igniting rage sparking inside him and setting his nerves alight.
He had to admire your endless attempts at beating him but alas, he was faster, smarter, and undeniably built for the hunt. You just happened to be the most challenging.
The chainsaw was a hassle. He left it and flew up the remaining steps to see you at the doorway, breathless and thinking. When you heard his footsteps, you staggered outside, wind carding through your hair, the helicopter's light shining down randomly. And whilst the first one went away, the second remained with Taehyun helping Moka up.
You had to distract Jungwon long enough for Taehyun to go on the clumsy ladder too.
So, with a quivering breath, you turned only for him to backhand you so hard that your knees lost balance to the ground. Groaning, you touched your cheek, and met the evil shadowing over you. Jungwon, in all the mess, stood there with blonde locks swaying wildly in the wind, eyes a crimson river of stolen blood, and a frown lingering in anger.
Even then, you told yourself this was going to plan. Maybe, you're not so scared anymore.
“You know…” he began above the mechanical flutters, lowering his knees to either side of you. “You have agitated me. A lot.”
Trying to crawl away, he stopped you with a harsh hand handling your jaw, pinning you back onto the roof ground. It was tight, and you had to fight all your anxiety bubbling in your blood. Your shaky hands enclosed his wrist but it didn't stop him.
“But, I have to admire your spirit,” he uttered, leaning over you like a menacing storm brewing in the sky. He smirked a little, tightening the grip on your throat until your pulse rampaged in alarm, eyes shutting in a way to cope.
“I have never met a human like you. So… persistent, so eager to win over me,” he said with a breathless chuckle, as if he couldn't believe he could be bested by someone so human. Your body twitched in alarm and the lack of air.
“But guess what?” Jungwon released your neck, making you gasp for air, chest heaving only for his lips to personally graze your ear. “You can't win. You can't avoid me. And now, I will take the greatest pleasure of turning you. As I promised.”
Strangely enough, your struggles faded and mellowed, and Jungwon smirked against your neck. He won.
Wasting no time, he sunk his fangs in, drinking in the exhausted whimper and the blood for a few seconds, remembering why he was so addicted. It fueled him. Not just the blood—but the power he had proven once again, using it against you and caging you in it.
Once satisfied with the feed, he let the venom slip into your skin, falling away into your blood like a curse to seize your body before pulling away. Except, it was strange.
Instead of tears, like he had expected, you stared knowingly, as if you had locked something away from him. It was unusual. He was never locked away from anything but there you were, limp, but with a gaze of stone.
Quirking an eyebrow, Jungwon met your unyielding gaze. “What is with your stare?”
A breathless chuckle left your lips, almost pained in the deeper layers, but it confused him.
“Are you… sure y-you still won…?” You croaked but he heard it. That bewildered him even more.
“What?”
With a trembling hand, you had secretly retrieved something from your pocket and held it before him. A syringe. An empty syringe. For the first time, iciness glazed over him and you loved the chill in all that smugness.
“Do you know… what was in here…?” You uttered through the layers of agony storming in your body. It hurt so much. It did. Your blood felt like fire, every breath was breaking, convulsing in panic when it left your lungs.
“What the fuck did you do—?”
“It was an antivenom.” You faced his rocky gaze, the crimson on them remaining but you saw the scepticism. And maybe a drop of apprehension. Something so foreign on his features but you loved every bit of it. “And I put it in my blood.”
Jungwon screwed his eyes shut for a moment then snapped them open, staring down at your skin losing colour the more the seconds went by, hands fueled with unhinged tremors. You weren't bluffing. In disbelief, he leaned closer.
“You stupid human, you just killed yourself,” he murmured, blinking profusely as if his thoughts were struggling to process that fact. A hard pill to swallow.
At his comment, you forced your eyes open and lifted your lips into a derisive smile, mirroring what he had done to you. “I know. But guess what?”
You lifted your head to pin his incredulous gaze. “You just killed yourself, too.”
Then, Jungwon felt it. A trail of fire igniting in his veins, his throat until he had the urge to claw out his own neck just for a moment of respite, and his limbs were being threaded with fatigue and pain blended into one. As if the antivenom had created a new fabric of him, and this one was terribly weaker.
Doubling over slightly, you took the chance to stare at the helicopter and the lights travelling on the roof, almost imagining yourself on one of them. But if your fate ended here, then so be it. You did what you wanted. You just weren't going to be a part of the new picture.
And that was fine.
As your eyelids fell heavy, a brown blob of hair appeared above you in a hasty second, pushing off Jungwon and instantly hauling you into his arms.
“—Y/n? Can you hear me?!” Taehyun yelled all while he steadied you on your noodle feet, one of your arms thrown around his nape. He moved forward, panting and you ripped away the exhaustion to spot the limp ladder that hung off the helicopter.
“Climb. Please, climb. You can rest after!” He held your waist and helped you to grip the first bar.
He was trying to save you. Even after you messed up so many times. You wanted to thank him, but your throat felt like it was drying with just a breath. For now, you took a trembling step up, and Taehyun did so after until he stood with you on the bar below, arms caging you to whatever futile safety he could.
As soon as he shouted up, the helicopter ascended, the mechanical flutters changing tune as you swayed, watching the vehicle approach the edge of the rooftop.
You never thought you would miss trees, the smell of grass and the polluted night air, but breathing it in with whatever cells were surviving, you didn't want another memory. Shakily breathing, you thought you had reached the air of safety until the ladder aggressively lurched and jostled below.
Letting out a disgruntled sound, you and Taehyun glanced below to see a manic Jungwon, veins black and visible on his neck and jaw, blonde hair a mess and his eyes were arrows that found yours in a perfect target.
“Fuck.” You murmured to no one but yourself. Taehyun had the same exact thought and tensed with you. It didn't stop Jungwon as he fought through every painful grit in his joints and climbed as the helicopter floated above the expanse of forest down below.
Danger and pure hunger bled into his eyes as he climbed up one more and snagged Taehyun by the foot, tugging. He screamed, catching the attention of the soldiers safely inside the flying vehicle.
“You can't escape me,” Jungwon snarled, making your eyes meet his and a shiver crossed your spine as you gripped Taehyun. Every kick to Jungwon's hand added to the fire, and he climbed up one more step, gripping yours instead.
It was enough for your knees to buckle and falter and your heart dropped as the forest below became a height striking fear at your heart. You grunted, trying to tug your ankle back but Jungwon's anger washed over him and he pulled until you lost all grip on the ladder. You shrieked and Taehyun's exasperated protest filled the whirring air, and within a tense second, he snatched your wrist with everything he had, even if he bruised you.
You were dangling.
You couldn't think. Everything was too loud, your neck ached, and your body shook under the effects of the antivenom. Despite all that, you managed to look at Taehyun, vision blurring but with desperation, your other hand weakly holding his.
“Don't… don't let go,” he said, and you groaned quietly when Jungwon tugged your leg again, practically making you sway from Taehyun's hand. One wrong slip and you would fall to your death.
And you didn't want that. Maybe you want to live. To return to your father who was probably drowning with worry and sorrow. Your mother was gone. But you—you couldn't let yourself become lost like her.
The helicopter whirred, radios buzzed but you ignored them and focused on the vampire clawing at your leg. Gathering all the little specks of your strength, you kicked at his hand, scraping your shoes at his knuckles until he grunted.
Another snarl left him at your audacity and he tilted his head back, breathing heavily, obviously fighting the antivenom in his own way. Even then, he met your gaze as you launched your foot again and again at his hand, the wind making it hard to concentrate. When you met his crimson ones, he purposely held it.
“You may have won for now. But, I promise you that I will return. It takes more to kill a vampire,” he said with a promise weaving in his gaze, a present that you never wanted. Despite your disgust, he managed to smirk before a bullet shot through the air and sliced into Jungwon's chest.
The impact sent him jolting, your ankle freed as he let go and the next thing you knew, Jungwon was diving towards the trees and he disappeared into the darkness.
He was gone. You hoped death had made his body a home to settle its roots into.
Taehyun held you strong, muscles straining as the officers began to haul the ladder in until the wind stopped striking you, and until you tumbled into the helicopter's interior.
All your thoughts intertwined and tangled into knots, something you were unable to decipher. The antivenom was quick to render you a simple trembling body.
Panicked, Taehyun cradled you to his chest, removing the hair from your colourless face. “We've done it… you did it.”
Hearing those words over the silent agony drowning you still sent relief, a quick balm to a crumbling wound.
The plan actually worked. You couldn't even think past that. And so, with that in mind, you finally gave into the familiar darkness.
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Everything was so still. Soft, even. The rhythmic beeps rung through your ears, head suspended on something plush and you felt light. All that stress? It felt like it had been lifted off you, the anchor had been broken. You were free of it.
The darkness was nice for a while. No vampires, no death, just a void your body floated within and nothing could hurt you here. Except, after a while, you realised that there was more than that.
The last thing you remembered was Taehyun. How he saved you from dying—
You weren't dead. and that was surprising.
Peeling open your eyes, the darkness splintered away to a warm light and tinges of antiseptic pinching your nose. Your breaths felt mechanical, loud and supported.
The room you were in was plain, machines set up with glowing lines aligning with your heartbeat, each exhale fogging up the plastic latched over your mouth and nose, and tubes connecting to a blood supply. Taehyun sat with a hung head, mouth sunk into his knuckles.
You twitched at the familiar sight of the hospital. Not Facility 007. But it was actually somewhere with civilization. The relief bloomed in your chest like a fresh batch of flowers. You were safe.
At your fluttering eyes, Taehyun pounced onto his feet and to your side, hands hovering like he didn't know what to do with you. It was quite adorable if you thought about it.
“Gosh, Y/n, you're awake. I'm so glad. I thought you…” he didn't finish that despondent sentence and instead focused on your drooping eyes stitched with fatigue. He didn't care. He just wanted to see the light in your eyes again.
Along with that, he saw the questions simmering in your silence. So, he sat down once he rolled the chair over, wondering where to pick up from. He steepled his fingers. “So… you passed out.”
That was obvious. You quirked an eyebrow and Taehyun sighed before fiddling with the blanket draped over you.
“I thought you didn't have a pulse. But you didn't. The helicopter landed straight at the hospital. And you know, we had to drain both the venom and antivenom out,” he started to say, somewhat stuck in the throes of the memory. It sounded like a nightmare and you felt like a nightmare.
“I mean, some of the venom was probably killed because you had the antivenom neutralising it. But the doctors suggested that whilst they took out the bad blood, they would transfuse blood in,” he added on with a hopeful smile.
Of course. You were nearly turned but the antivenom put a stop to the effects before it could fully invade your body, but the only problem would be saving your healthy cells. And what better way to do it than pumping the antivenom out before it eradicated everything. Despite all that realisation, the doubt lingered.
What if all the venom wasn't neutralised? What if the antivenom had killed enough cells? You suppose you would have been dead rather than locked to a bed and a breathing mask.
Taehyun sensed the enquiries and pursed his lips in contemplation.
“I know what you're thinking. Considering you're not gone, I think you will be okay. But, the venom? I hope that most of it will be drained. If anything remains, you would know,” he said again, not helping the doubt lessen. Your brows creased slightly.
“Its not the most encouraging thing. So yes, even after this, you may feel… weak from recovery. But also, if you do feel weird, we can just give you a new antivenom,” he said, trying to dull down that buzzing thought.
“They're creating a new one. More effective and safe,” he said softly, easing you into the idea, the possibility that you would have to be injected with the very thing that put you into a hospital bed. But it was also the very thing that had slain Jungwon.
You don't know about the others.
Shifting in his seat, he met your gaze with wide, hopeful eyes. “And, don't worry about the bitten ones. They're also being treated.”
At that, you blinked slowly, trying to relish the information and keep it close to you like a small flicker in the cold. Soobin, Chaewon, and your mother had died. And so many more officers and workers. The least you could do or hear was the fact that others had also been rescued from the vampires, and themselves.
He smiled at the sparkle in your eye. “Your dad is on the way.” Then, his smile faltered in a fleeting moment but you caught it, staring hard until he noticed. Sheepish, he rubbed his nape.
“The vampires. Some were found. Jay, Riki, Jake, and Sunoo were found.” He dropped his gaze solemnly. You didn't like that one bit, and your stomach coiled.
“The other three are missing.”
The other three being Jungwon, Sunghoon and Heeseung. Fuck. Oh gosh. The universe wanted you to suffer. Your body twitched slightly, as if it had a verbal allergic reaction to their names being in the same implication of ‘missing’. Because it meant that Jungwon and his older brothers would probably fight for their way back to power, control. They want that throne and they would take it and, since you fought them, gone against them, they would use you for the ground.
The heart rate monitor picked up and Taehyun gently rubbed your wrist, careful of the tape slapped on it. It was all he could do.
“Hey, hey, don't panic. The antivenom we made? It's going to be mass produced. So, you don't need to worry about the city being in danger. Public places will have them. And, they won't find you,” he said with a lulling tone, soothing you like you knew nothing more than anxiety born in your skin. “You don't need to worry.”
He said that now but what would happen if you had walked upon Jungwon again? Would he stare? Would he just attack?
Since you outsmarted him, he took that as a full offence, a true sign of your unwillingness to be under his words, of your stubbornness. Now, you feel that if they don't catch him soon, he will drag you by the feet and back into the hole of Hell he crawled from in the first place.
The monitor fluttered again, making Taehyun tut. “Y/n. Stop panicking.”
He rubbed your forearm until you took a heavy inhale and melted into the pillows again, wanting your mind constricted from the future worries. He smiled, and that's when the door opened and your father appeared, lines of worry sketched into his skin. Upon seeing you, his shoulders sagged and he rushed over, hand brushing away the hair messy on your head.
Careful, as if you were glass that had cracks on every corner. You glanced, blinking slowly as you were actually taking him in, your only parent as of now.
“Gosh, Y/n…” he whispered, broken and solemn. As much as you saw his relief, he was also mourning your mother. He didn't even get to hold her one last time, to even speak to her. You were the only fragment of her he had left.
Simply thinking of her broke down everything you held back. The emotions, the tears released like a damn rotting until it had no choice. Your breaths became shallow, eyes shutting to refrain from the waterworks but it was too late, and the beeps increased.
Your dad stroked back your hair, trapping his own tears away and wiped yours instead. As if it was the only thing he could do for you. Understandably so. You had been gone for a week. You hadn't seen him for a week. It only made it feel more real that you had returned to safety, to humanity. That maybe the venom had been drained away and never to be seen again.
All you could do was lay there and take the silence as a friend rather than a space that would simmer with anticipation. With an unknown promise of violence.
You were okay.
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TWO MONTHS.
Two months passed since you were in the hospital, given time for recovery, for your body to be normal and void of any symptoms, for you finally feel like your skin was yours to wear and wasn't tainted with blood.
Of course, the bite marks scarred deeply, two red marks deep in your skin, engraving it with a terrible memory. Hiding it was your only solution. Turtle necks and contour helped.
All the scientists that died in the Facility had a personal and intimate funeral gathering. They were all buried with one another, a reserved space that held a deeper meaning, a memory of people who served science and people.
Of course, your mother's body was laid in a coffin, but you didn't look at her face once. If the vampires sucked the blood out of her, it would be the last thing you would want to remember. She probably had looked like a shard of herself—cracked and broken into something unrecognisable.
For now, your father moved you from that part of the city and to somewhere more dense, safe, full of people so you could feel whole again. The apartment was small but big enough for you and your father. Three bedrooms, one would be an office, a modest kitchen and a table built into the wall, and a lounge where the wide windows displayed the city's starlight in the night.
He didn't want you to return to a home still lingering with your mother's presence so he physically distanced it. There was no argument there. Not when he was clearly affected by grief and remorse. Protection, too.
Over you.
As for Taehyun, he still lived nearby and his name appeared on your phone more times than you thought it would. And your heart skipped more times than scheduled but you never confronted it. You let it react in secret.
Since the antivenom had been made and distributed, all the credit came to you and the scientists that escaped. It was a little weird to see how indebted the government was to you, but if it meant having some alone time with paid money, then you saw no problem.
Besides, if you went back to a lab, you might throw up. Even thinking of the sterile environment shoved you back into a memory where the lights flickered and the blood rose from the ground like vines, and clung to your nose. As if it was a reminder that the vampires had changed your life and they were still out there.
Therapy was helpful. The blood and mental care therapy.
You had weekly sessions but honestly, you had nothing to say when the nightmares kind of faded and tucked itself into the folds of your mind and ached like a constant wound you tried to treat.
Like today. You were quiet again, staring at the windows for half of it. Your therapist, also known as Yunjin, sat there with burning eyes.
“You're quiet. Are you sure you don't want to add anything else? Anything at all?” She asked softly when you didn't look away. As if you had been searching for something. Waiting.
Then, you shook your head. “No. Is the session over?”
She gave a tight smile and nodded. “Of course. You can go. I'll see you next week, Y/n.”
The city was a gentle thrum of conversation, snow raining down and pecking your skin with a cold pinch. The evening sky was lit by fairy lights on random buildings and faded when you got into the apartment complex.
Shaking off your nerves, the elevator opened and soon, you were inside your new home where the kitchen thrived with activity and something akin to… tomato?
The door shutting behind you alerted your father as he shuffled out and smiled in relief.
“You're here. Finally. How was the session?” He asked as you took your coat off and hung it on the hook.
“Good. Normal.” You hummed, shrugging at him as you flipped your winter boots off. Then, you kissed his cheek. “Cooking?”
“Of course. No more fast food,” he said with a teasing smile that warmed your heart all the same. Returning the gratitude, you padded past him to your bedroom.
“I'll wash up.”
“Okay,” he called back. Entering your bedroom, you shut the door again and climbed onto your bed, to the window. You should wash up. Really.
But your heart tugged towards the window, as if it knew something you didn't. You couldn't even find the reason, the ends of the ribbon to unwrap whatever your body was finding.
Scanning over the rooftops, you sighed and dragged your hands down your face. Why couldn't you relax?
You suppose you should say that to Yunjin and let her dissect it with you, but something was sunk deep in your uncertainty. It wasn't exactly a feeling. Just words.
Jungwon's promise. His vow before he fell to the forest two months ago.
“You can't escape me.”
“You may have won for now. But, I promise you that I will return. It takes more to kill a vampire.”
He was so sure for someone that had consumed the antivenom. It annoyed you to no end.
But each time you had a feeling of doubt, your therapist told you to feel the environment, the warmth, and to ground yourself to where you actually were. You had to force your mind to move out the memory, no matter how frozen it felt, and tackle it back into your bedroom, to the present.
You closed your eyes, clenched your shirt and breathed. Then, you opened them, as if your heart could actually breathe and then, you glanced out the window to remind yourself you're in a new home, new starlight.
The lights were tiny, blinking, and the rooftops were dark and absent with people.
Except one.
There was a figure in the distance, the silhouette still and you couldn't tell if he was facing forward or backwards. From the build and short hair, it looked like a man. And he stood there without layers.
Squinting to get a better look past the lace curtains, the dude turned and then it pinned you. You froze.
Okay, well there were completely normal explanations for this. Maybe he was looking at the building, maybe he needed fresh air. It is normal.
You didn't look away because something in you pinched at your heart, like it was responding to the stare. The dude didn't look away either, as if he knew your figure was hidden by the flimsy netting.
Then, you saw the crimson tinge and it was gone within a second before you flinched away, breaking out of it. Just like that, your mind planted itself back in the same memory of the labs, of Jungwon. Breathless, you got off the bed, plopping onto the floor with a heaving chest, panic seizing your ribs like it personally was thwacking you with bricks.
Blood. The chainsaw motor.
It blared in your mind. It called to you, as if to remind you that you were still bound to those deaths and series of events. ‘Called’ was gentle. No. The memory of everything forced a stiff weight in your nape, almost like you had to constrict yourself into a small, breathless state.
You hugged yourself, closing into a box until your thoughts simmered down, until your lungs loosened and the knots unfastened to let your lungs breathe.
With a sharp intake of breath, you opened your eyes and the sounds of sizzling returned, the aroma of tomato paste replacing the scent of blood.
The walls of your dull bedroom came into view, and you shakily stood. This time, when you looked at the window, you pulled the curtains shut and didn't move, as if holding them shut without moving would make your quivering gaze strong enough to lock the night skyline away.
Because this was your home. This was safety. Two months ago was a fever dream.
And you weren't there anymore.
You sat on the edge of the bed, smoothing your trousers, chanting your words internally.
You escaped Facility 007.
It didn't exist anymore so neither does your anxiety.
And for some reason, you didn't believe that you left Facility 007 behind.
Maybe, it followed you.
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AKA━━━━⊱ heeseung still hasn’t cashed in his check; what better time to do so than when he’s over playing games with your boyfriend?
pt. iii of THRILL [pt. ii | pt. iv]
pairing | jay × reader × heeseung
genre: smut | wc: 2.9k | content: smut, threesome, unprotected sex (wrap ts), p in v, cowgirl, tit groping, tit sucking, grinding, clit stimulation, heeseung cums inside (dot dot dot), masturbation (m), jay’s lowkey just a cuck, some mxm?? like heeseung def swings both ways here, sooo much dirty talk, objectification of reader (but she likes it), jay’s just so mean to his friends, swearing
mcwilla.log: sorry guys in my mind heeseung is just like rlly fucking submissive and he can't go a second without whining and being pathetic... plus like... jay's hot so why not shoot ur shot? lol erm... i'm working on pt. 2 of gch and then last night i came up with a NEW fic idea (shocker, ik) so maybe i'll get that out soon. expect a lot of heeseung in the near future, and comment to be added to the taglist for the last part which will be jake! i love you all, have a great week <33
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Your boyfriend was hot—there was no denying it. But after the fourth or fifth round of him and Heeseung barking at each other over a stupid shooter game? Fucking yawn. It got a little bit boring. You were getting antsy—desperate for even a little bit of attention. Jay was sweet, a hand resting on your thigh in between matches. But it just wasn't enough.
You were a human.
You had needs.
And maybe those needs just so happened to be sitting on the couch, man spreading and whining about whatever-the-fuck, while your boyfriend went to the bathroom. You were bold in every sense of the word; you didn't really give a damn what anyone thought about you. And with permission from your boyfriend?
You were already crawling over to where Heeseung sat on the couch. He was scrolling on his phone, completely in his own world and not at all paying attention to the scheming smirk you had across your lips.
That wasn't until you dramatically sighed, pulled his phone right out of his hands, and settled atop his perfect lap. Heeseung put his hands up—he refused to touch you, not until Jay said something. Yeah, sure, that whole video debacle had been running rampant through his mind for weeks; you know, the one where you asked all of your boyfriend's friends to fuck you.
Heeseung assumed that's what this was about, but Jay was fucking scary when he got mad; and nothing riled him up more than some uninvited guest coming onto his beloved girlfriend.
"Woah, wha,"
"Do you wanna cash in your check?" You ask, eyes wide and begging for anything. Your hands rest on his abdomen, softly stroking the baggy shirt that covers his skin. You bite your lip softly—really playing into the whole needy act.
"Do I wanna what?" Heeseung was already out of breath.
"Cash in your check," you repeat. Your hands snake up to his chest carefully; your eyes dart down to that spot caged in between your thighs. Heeseung was already getting hard. "Sunghoon did a few days ago."
"Sunghoon wha,"
"What the fuck," Jay scoffs, appearing in the doorway to the living room. He wipes his damp hands onto his t-shirt, strolling over to the two of you on the couch. Jay's hand finds the crown of your head, petting you softly. "Seriously, babe? You're so fucking easy."
"You let Sunghoon fuck her?" Heeseung nearly screams, hands flying to your waist when you roll your hips in a particularly torturous way.
Jay shrugs, leaning forward to kiss the top of your head, "I mean—he didn't fuck her."
"What the fuck is that s'posed—mpfh," you roll your hips again, leaning closer into Heeseung's touch. "S'posed to mean?"
"I give you guys a choice," he responds. Jay stops giving you attention, instead finding the spot next to Heeseung. He leans back against the couch, head tipped up to the ceiling and legs spread wide, showcasing his own growing bulge. "You can either fuck her mouth, or fuck her pussy—not both."
"And what did he choose?" Heeseung's grip on your waist tightens as you continue to move—soft, slow, needy. All of his words come out short and through gritted teeth as if he's desperately trying to keep his composure. And, well, he kinda is. Even without actually feeling you, Heeseung can tell just how good of a fuck you'll be.
You dip down into Heeseung, lips finding his neck. He lets out a quiet moan which he quickly bites back.
Jay smirks at his friend, raising his eyebrows in silent recognition. "He chose her mouth."
Heeseung nods, eyebrows furrowing. He pushes you away—only slightly—to watch the movement in between you two. He watches the way your hips slowly grind onto his clothed cock; he watches as his cock springs to life with your every roll; he watches his patience and self-respect slowly dissipate into a horniness he's genuinely never felt before in his life.
You're whining over him, hands fisting his shirt desperately. Jay's hand slides up Heeseung's neck and settles in his hair. He plays with it, waiting for Heeseung to respond to his imaginary question. Heeseung outright moans, head falling back into Jay's hand, turning to look at his friend.
"What do you choose?" Jay whispers, eyes softening at how desperate you've already made Heeseung.
"Fuck," Heeseung groans once more, sucking in a breath through his teeth. "Can she ride me?"
Jay chuckles, "You wanna ride him, baby?"
You nod feverishly, hips stalling as you look to your boyfriend. He turns to Heeseung, flashing him a smirk before he pushes himself off the couch. Jay finds himself behind you, hands atop your breasts as he massages them through your shirt.
"You're lucky," he begins, fingers finding the hem of your shirt, "I didn't let Sunghoon take her shirt off—but you won't get the full experience unless you see her tits."
Heeseung groans at Jay's words. You lift your arms, whining softly as Jay tugs the fabric over your head; your hands fly right back to Heeseung's chest, fingers digging into his shirt.
Behind you, Jay tuts. He reaches for the clasp of your bra, wasting no time in unbuttoning it and sliding it off of your body. His hands cover Heeseung's on your waist, pulling you up off of him. "C'mon, baby," Jay coos. He kisses your neck softly, eyes locked on Heeseung. "Show him how pretty your tits are."
You start to curl in on yourself, fingers finding the hem of Heeseung's shirt as they nervously play with it. Heeseung is floored; his eyes are wide and mouth agape. He glances up at Jay, silently asking for permission. When Jay nods, Heeseung wastes no time before grabbing your breasts. The mounds find Heeseung's hands delicately as he toys with them, fingers brushing over you nipples to watch you squirm.
"You have no idea how much I think about these," he whispers. Heeseung leans forward and places a soft kiss onto one of your breasts—he looks up at you with the prettiest eyes you've ever seen.
"I think I have some kind of idea," Jay quips.
Heeseung takes one of your mounds into his mouth, lips wrapping around you carefully as his tongue finds your nipple. He swirls his tongue around the bud, moaning into your flesh as he feels you shake. Your hands fly to his hair, tugging at the strands softly.
"Heeseung," you gasp, hips rocking against his lap. "Jay," you whine, "feels so good."
"Yeah, I know," he coos back at you. Jay's hand finds your hair, softly brushing through it as he watches this whole scene unfold from behind. "You love getting your tits sucked, hm?"
You nod at his words; Heeseung moans.
"Please, Heeseung," you push his forehead—an attempt to get him off of your chest and looking into your eyes. "'m so," Your lip quivers as you stare at him.
Heeseung looks up at you before turning his attention to Jay. "You're fucking joking," he says, breathless.
Jay just laughs at Heeseung's breathlessness before feigning ignorance. "Wha'dya mean?"
"She's a fucking wet dream, dude," Heeseung throws his head back, grip tightening on your waist as he eggs you to keep grinding down onto him. He squeezes his eyes shut, letting a drawn out moan erupt from his chest. "Fucking shaking—'re you that needy?"
You nod, hands sliding down to palm his cock through his sweatpants. "Please, Heeseung," you whisper, "wanna feel you."
Heeseung just nods at you, eyes lidded. His hands cover your own, coaxing you off of his bulge. His hands fidget with his waistband, finally freeing himself. Heeseung holds his cock in his hand, hissing as he watches the precum dribble out from his tip.
Jay lets out a low whistle, "Wow, Hee," he teases, "look at that." Jay leans down, hooking his chin over your shoulder. He places a kiss on your neck. "You're fucking leaking," he chuckles, turning to you, "guess you're not the only needy one, hm?"
Heeseung whines when you reach out, wrapping your hand around his dick. You pump him a few times, lifting your hips as your hands move to remove your shorts.
"No prep?" Jay teases.
"I don't need it," you mumble as your shorts messily come off.
Jay quirks a brow, scoffing. "No fucking way."
"What?" Heeseung groans. You lean forward, pecking the corner of his mouth as you lift up and line his tip up with your entrance.
"You little,"
"What the fuck are you talking about, man?" Heeseung's hands dig into your waist so hard you're sure you'll have bruises the next morning. He whines, head thrown back as you sink down onto the tip of his leaking cock.
"She fucking fingered herself 'cause she knew you'd be over," he scoffs.
If you thought Heeseung was being loud before—that comment turned the notch up twelve decibels. Jay's comment mixed with you bottoming out on his cock, well, Heeseung was honestly shocked he didn't cum right then and there.
Heeseung keeps his tight grip on you, steadying you where you sit on his pelvis. You watch the deep rise and fall of his chest; the way he lets the breaths be audible and ring out into the living room. His eyes are squeezed shut, but every time they open even a little bit, you notice how they're rolled back.
"Heeseung," you whine, "'m so full."
"Move for him," Jay coaxes. He peppers kisses on your neck, hands covering Heeseung's own. "Let him feel you, yeah?"
You listen to Jay, picking up your hips before slowly lowering back down onto him. You set a steady rhythm—slow and controlled. With every movement, you can feel all of Heeseung. He was around the same size as Sunghoon—although Sunghoon was thicker in girth. Neither of them simulated Jay's cock, that you were positive about. You feel the drag of his cock along your walls; feel every vein and throb his length offers.
You're trying to play it cool, trying to make it seem as if this is a normal occurrence, but it's simply not. No matter how many times Jay fucks you—you'll never get used to his cock, it's just not possible. Heeseung's size fills you up perfectly, but it still takes a while to get used to. The stretch burns—but Jay said to move, so you moved.
You pick up the pace when you feel the burn start subside. One of Jay's hands snakes forward, applying pressure onto your clit. You moan your boyfriend's name, head falling forward onto Heeseung's shoulder. "Fuck—right there."
You notice when Heeseung starts to get more comfortable—the way his hips start to meet yours with thrusts of his own, the way he takes a little bit more control of the whole situation, offering you help and easing some of the pressure off your legs.
"Her pussy's so fuckin' tight, Jay," Heeseung moans. He's entranced by you entirely.
Jay's fingers speed up on your clit, smirking at Heeseung's words. Jay watches Heeseung's face—every twitch, every tense of muscle, every reaction to your body.
If you thought you were having trouble keeping it together, then Jay had it ten times worse. He was trying to play the cool, dominant boyfriend who shares his girlfriend with his friends—he didn't know it'd turn him on so fucking much. The neglect of his cock was torturous, but he knew he couldn't do anything about it.
The tip of Heeseung's cock hit that spot, and when you moaned particularly loud, Heeseung kept up the pace. He found it again and again, abusing your poor pussy in the effort to get you off. Heeseung's cock mixed with Jay's fingers on your clit had that familiar heat pooling in your belly.
"Heeseung," you moan.
"She's gonna cum, Hee," Jay interrupts, "make it good for her, yeah?"
Heeseung listens to Jay—keeping his pace steady and continuing to hit that spot in your pussy. "Dude, I can't," he groans, "she's so fucking wet—so warm, shit."
You stop your movements, clenching hard around Heeseung as you cum with a loud whine. Heeseung follows closely behind, dumping his load into you as he groans. "Jay—fuck, 'm sorry."
Heeseung's head lolls back, eyes hooded as they stare you down. They flick down to the place where the two of you meet; he watches as his cum leaks out of you and onto his thighs. His chest rises heavily with each deep breath he inhales, trying to calm down.
"I did not," he pants, "mean to cum inside her."
Jay clicks his tongue, finger slowing down on your clit when he notices you twitch from overstimulation. "Don't worry about it," he lies, trying to shrug it off like he's not absolutely seething at the fact.
You drop from your forehead onto your cheek where you rest on Heeseung's shoulder. You stare at the wall across from you, waiting for the colored dots to disappear from your vision. You reach behind you for your boyfriend, smiling when you feel him grab your hand.
"You good, baby?"
"Mhm," you hum, nodding as you tug him onto the couch next to you and Heeseung. He complies, watching you with careful eyes for any sign of discomfort. Heeseung's hands wrap around your torso, pulling you closer to his body; his cock is still buried inside of you, slowly softening.
Your hand separates itself from Jay's. Slowly, you snake it up his thigh and onto the tent in his pants. Jay quietly hisses, before gently swatting your hand away. "'m fine, pretty."
"But you deserve to cum, Jay," you softly respond.
Jay's heart simply melts at your tone—the way you always worry about him when, in reality, the only thing he cares about is your pleasure.
"I don't want you to do anything—promise." Jay smiles at you, bringing your hand to his lips as he presses a soft kiss to your knuckles.
"Then you do something," Heeseung speaks up. The three of you fall silent, allowing Heeseung's words to marinate in your minds.
"What?" Jay asks, eyebrow quirked.
Heeseung finally turns to look at Jay, "Do something about it." Heeseung's eyes flick down to Jay's crotch—an obvious wet patch displayed across it—and gives him a challenging look. "Get off—to her, to me, to both of us."
Jay hates to admit how his cock jumps at Heeseung's words—at the way he suggests it. Jay swallows thickly, scoffing like it's no big deal. And it isn't, not until your hand finds its way back onto his bulge, squeezing his dick.
He moans, but lets you grope him.
"Show us, Jay," you whisper, a cheeky smile spreading across your lips.
Jay—eyebrows knitted together and eyes hooded—thinks it over. His cock hurts and watching you ride one of his best friends was genuinely one of the hottest things he'd ever seen you do. So, he sucks up his pride, swats your hand away, and watches as his own hand dips below the waistband of his sweats.
Jay hisses at the contact, letting out an open-mouthed 'ah' as he pulls his cock out from its confinements. You and Heeseung shamelessly stare at Jay's cock—long, girthy, and standing proudly in his hand.
Jay doesn't look at the two of you, he just can't bring himself to. He pumps his cock, once, twice, hissing at every movement of his hand. He's sensitive—so fucking sensitive. It almost hurts to touch himself, but fuck, does it feel good.
You and Heeseung just watch the whole ordeal; you watch as Jay's hand slides up and down his dick, watch as his chest rises and falls, watch as he desperately tries to keep his composure.
Jay moans, almost whining as he closes his eyes. He throws his head back, squeezing his cock as he shuts his eyes. "Oh, fuck," he draws out, "oh my God."
Heeseung's lips part, a soft breath that could almost be mistaken for a moan slipping past them. He shifts you in his lap, cock slowly springing back to life; you whine when you feel him start to fill you up once more.
"Oh, baby," Jay groans, "fuck, you feel so good."
"Jay, dude," Heeseung whines. He feels his hands getting restless, tightening his grip on your waist.
"Shut up," Jay says, "stop fucking," he's interrupted by a moan, "fucking talking."
You lick your lips, watching as Jay's cock begins to leak more and more. His tip ruthlessly pumps out precum, coating his red dick with the milky, white substance.
"'m almost," Jay's mouth opens wide, jaw tensing at the stretch, "fuck, fuck, fuck."
Jay cums with a whine—something guttural and not on purpose. He pumps his fist faster, drawing out a long groan as he empties his load across his hand. Jay doesn't stop until his cock softens, falling slack in his grip.
He takes a moment to breathe, turning to look at the two of you.
Heeseung's eyes are blown-out and hooded; your face is red and breath unsteady.
"Jay," Heeseung croaks out, "I think we might have a slight problem."
Jay groans in frustration, squeezing his eyes shut to quell the cloudiness hazing his mind.
"You're not fucking her again," he breathes, "go jerk off or s'mthing."
bf!heeseung who will absolutely fall asleep between your thighs. with no shame, too, mind you. he’s just always so eepy!! eating you out lulls him right to bed lolol
bf!heeseung who gladly lets you do whatever you want to him. ride his face, grind against his thigh, fuck his fingers, dryhump his cock, etc. just take what you need! he’s happy to please ^^
bf!heeseung who loves your tits. doesn’t matter how big or small they are. he loves them regardless! something about the way the fat spills between his fingers when he kneads them leaves his mouth watering. &&& play with his hair while he sucks on your tits and you’ll have him whining and humping the bed beneath him in minutes.
bf!heeseung who came so hard the first time you cried during sex. he def felt sooo bad and wrong about it :( but the way your mascara ran down your puffy cheeks while you sniffled and reassured him got him hard all over again.
bf!heeseung who has god knows how many videos of you two fucking on his phone. some are short; you jerking and sucking him off, him fucking your tits and cumming on your face. some are long; the two of you fucking like bunnies on the couch, on his bed, on your bed, on hotel beds. hell, he even has one of you two fucking in the living room of his old shared dorm. he needs material for when he’s away, okay!
bf!heeseung who randomly sends you said videos attached to the neediest, sappiest text you’ve ever seen as if he didn’t just send you a literal sextape.
bf!heeseung who’s surprisingly shy about sending nudes at first. i only say surprisingly because he sends the nastiest sexts when he needs you. but don’t worry, expect 5 minute long videos of him jerking off and whining your name once he’s warmed up :)
bf!heeseung who takes his time marking up your neck just for you to cover them up when you go out. he pouts and sulks like a child when you do so, btw.
bf!heeseung who gives the best aftercare. he always makes sure you’re hydrated and cleaned up! whether that be wiping you down with a warm, wet rag or running you a warm bubble bath. regardless, he’s helping you to the bathroom anyways to go pee. he’ll even turn around if you want him to. only when you’re tucked in and sound asleep does he feel comfortable enough knocking out on top of you.
hihi i’m back. i got a lil carried away but once again lmk if anyone wants me to expand on any <3
──── in which ︵ you're sexually frustrated and after months without sex. during a seemingly innocent hangout with heeseung, tension and casual touches escalate until he offers to help you out, finally satisfying your needs.
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it's been three months.
three long months since your last hookup, and your body was making you pay for it. you felt exposed, every casual touch from a stranger felt like a jolt. it was hell.
so when heeseung texted you,
heeseung: come over?
heeseung: we can chill
you almost cried with relief. you needed the comfort, the platonic intimacy, the distraction from the constant arousal that had become your every day.
he answers the door in gray sweatpants and a worn out band tee, looking soft and domestic and completely harmless.
you hand him the takeout you brought, and he grins, pulling you into a quick, one armed hug.
"missed you," he says, his voice warm in your ear. it's a normal thing to say, but it sends a shiver down your spine.
you settle on the couch, a decent amount of space between you. he puts on some dumb action movie you've both seen a dozen times and you dig into the food.
for a while, it's fine. it's normal. you're laughing, yelling at the screen, arguing about which character has the most ridiculous death scene.
but then he leans forward to grab the remote, and his arm brushes against your breast. it's nothing. a quick touch. but your entire body reacts. you feel your nipples stiffen instantly, a familiar heat pooling in your gut. you shift, pressing your thighs together under the blanket you'd pulled over your lap.
he flops back against the cushions, slinging his arm up along the back of the sofa behind you. "god, i'm exhausted," he sighs, letting his head fall back.
you can see the pulse ticking in his neck and the way his shirt's pulled tight across his chest. he's just laid out for you like that, all long and tall and unfairly hot.
"long week?" you ask, trying to keep your voice steady.
"you have no idea." his eyes are closed. he looks vulnerable. "just… wanna relax."
you nod, then hesitate. "scoot down a bit."
he cracks an eye open. "why?"
"just… come here." you pat the space between your legs. "you look like you're about to fall over."
he considers it for a second, then shrugs, shifting so he's lying with his cheek against your chest, you wrap your arms around his back, pulling the blanket up over both of you.
it's better. it's worse. the solid weight of him against you is comforting, but it's also igniting every frustrated cell in your body. you can feel the warmth of his skin through his t-shirt, the steady rise and fall of his breathing.
you can smell his shampoo, something clean and woodsy. your fingers start to twitch against his back, itching to tangle in his hair.
this is heeseung. your heeseung. your best friend. get a fucking grip.
you try to focus on the movie. you really do. but then he shifts, settling in deeper, and he presses right against your core. a tiny, involuntary gasp escapes your lips. you freeze, hoping he didn't hear.
he didn't seem to. but a few minutes later, he does it again, a subtle roll of his hips as he gets comfortable. it's innocent. it means nothing. but to your desperate body, it does.
you can feel yourself getting wet, a slick warmth spreading between your thighs. you press them together harder, a useless attempt to calm down the ache.
"you okay?" he murmurs, his voice a low rumble against your chest. "you're all tense."
"fine," you squeak. "just… cold."
he hums, a low, skeptical sound. his hand comes up to cover yours where it's resting on his side. "your hands are freezing," he says, rubbing his thumb over your fingers.
"told you," you manage, your voice tight.
he chuckles, a soft, breathy sound that vibrates right through you. he brings your intertwined hands up to his mouth, blowing warm air onto your fingers.
it's an act of simple kindness, but his lips are so close to your skin, and all you can think about is them somewhere else.
"better?" he asks, his eyes still closed.
"mhm," you lie. you're burning up.
the movie ends, and the menu screen starts looping, the annoying theme music filling the silence.
neither of you moves to turn it off. the air in the room feels thick, heavy.
then, he shifts again. it's not subtle this time. it's a deliberate, slow roll of his hips against you. and you feel it. the hard, thick line of his cock pressing firmly against you.
your entire body goes rigid. your breath catches in your throat. he's hard. he's hard, and he's pressed against you, and he knows.
“hee?” your voice is barely a whisper.
he doesn't answer. he just does it again, a slower, more deliberate grind. a low groan rumbles in his chest, a sound you feel more than hear.
"you're squirming," he says, his voice thick and husky. "have been all night."
you can't deny it.
"i…"
"shhh," he murmurs, finally turning his head to look at you. his eyes are fucked out already, blown wide and black with it, lashes low and heavy like he's halfway to wrecked just from looking at you. "just… feel it."
his hair's all fucked up from the couch, lips parted and pink, and he looks wrecked and hungry and hard, the line of his jaw tight, and you can see his chest rising and falling like he's barely holding himself back.
he rolls his hips again, a perfect, filthy pressure against your clit. a whimper tears from your throat. it's embarrassing, how responsive you are, how little it takes.
"yeah," he breathes, a triumphant smirk playing on his lips. "that's what i thought."
he lets go of your hand, bringing his up to cup your jaw. his thumb strokes your cheek, his touch gentle. "how long has it been?"
you know what he's asking. your face flames with shame. "too long."
"poor thing," he coos, and it should be condescending, but it just sounds hot. "all wound up with no one to help you."
his knee slides between your legs, pressing right up against your soaked leggings. you gasp, your hips jolting forward involuntarily.
"so eager," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear. "tell me what you need. let me help you out, baby..."
you shake your head, burying your face in his neck. you can't say it. admitting it out loud would make it real, would cross the boundary you've been clinging to.
he chuckles, a low, dark sound. "no? okay. i'll guess."
his hand slides down your side, over your hip, and comes to rest on your ass, squeezing the flesh through your leggings. you moan, a broken, needy sound.
"need someone to touch you?" he whispers, his other hand coming up to tangle in your hair, tugging your head towards him gently. "need someone to take care of this tight little pussy?"
you can only nod, your eyes squeezed shut.
"look at me," he commands. you force your eyes open. his gaze is intense, boring into you. "i've been right here this whole time. all you had to do was ask."
he leans in, and for a heart stopping second, you think he's going to kiss you. but he stops, his lips hovering a breath away from yours.
"beg for it," he whispers. "tell me how much you need it."
something inside you snaps. the frustration, the desperation, the weeks of pent up need.
"please," you choke out, the word ragged. “hee, please. i need it. i need you."
that's all he was waiting for. his mouth is on yours, hungry and demanding. it's a kiss of starvation, his tongue is in your mouth, claiming you, and you kiss him back with equal desperation, your hands gripping his hair, pulling him closer.
his hand slides from your ass around to the front, pushing between your legs. he groans into your mouth when he feels the wetness seeping through your leggings.
"fuck," he pants, breaking the kiss. "you're soaked. god, you really needed this, didn't you?"
he doesn't wait for an answer, just pushes your leggings down, his fingers finding your slick, swollen folds. you cry out, your hips bucking against his hand as he circles your clit.
"so sensitive," he murmurs, watching your face as he slides a finger inside you. "gonna come just from this? just from my fingers?"
you can't form words, just babble his name as he adds a second finger, curling them just right.
his thumb presses against your clit, rubbing in tight, circles as his fingers pump inside you.
you're grinding down on his hand, shameless in your desperation, chasing the release that's been building for months.
"look at you," he breathes, his voice thick with awe and satisfaction. "so fucking beautiful."
you can feel the orgasm building, your thighs starting to shake. “fuck-hee…i’m gonna…"
"no," he says, pulling his hand away completely.
the loss is so sudden, you cry out a wounded, frustrated sound. your eyes fly open, glaring at him. "what the fuck?"
he just smirks, a slow curve of his lips. he brings his glistening fingers to his mouth, his eyes locked on yours as he licks them clean. "not yet. you don't get to come that easy."
he shifts, kneeling between your legs, taking off his shirt in one smooth motion.
mouth goes dry at the sight of his chest, the lean muscle dusted with hair that trails down into his sweatpants. he hooks his thumbs into the waistband, pausing.
"you want this?" he asks, palming his hard cock through the fabric. it looks thick, heavy, and your whimper in response. you nod, eyes wide, transfixed by the movement of his hand.
"use your words," he commands, his voice dropping to that low and rumbly tone. "tell me what you want."
you swallow past the lump in your throat. "i want you to fuck me."
"how?" he presses, dragging his sweatpants down just enough to free himself. your breath hitches. he's bigger than you expected, thick and flushed, curving up towards his stomach. he wraps a hand around it, giving it a slow, lazy stroke. "tell me how you want me to fuck you."
"hard," you whisper, then say it louder, with more conviction. "i want you to fuck me hard."
his eyes flash with desire. "that's my girl."
he leans over you, bracing his hands on either side of your head. he doesn't enter you, just lets the head of his cock drag through your wet folds, bumping against your clit. you whimper, lifting your hips, trying to take him in, but he pulls back, teasing you.
"so impatient," he tuts, but he's smiling. "been thinking about this, haven't you? lying in your bed at night, touching yourself, wanting to be fucked like this?"
"yes," you admit, the word a breathy confession. "god, yes."
he lines himself up then, pressing just the tip inside. you gasp at the stretch. he pauses there, torturing you.
"who gets to make you feel like this?" he asks, his voice a low growl.
"you," you moan, trying to push your hips up and take more of him.
"that's right."
with one smooth, powerful thrust, he buries himself in you. you cry out, your back arching off the couch. it's a painfully good stretch, the feeling of being completely full. he stills for a moment, letting you adjust, his forehead pressed against yours.
"fuck," he groans, his voice broken. "so tight. feels like you were made for me."
then he starts to move. it's exactly what you asked for. hard, deep strokes that make you gasp. the couch is creaking with every snap of his hips.
his hands are gripping your thighs, holding you open as he pounds into you, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.
"this what you needed?" he grunts, his rhythm brutal. "to be fucked like a little slut? is that why you've been so tense?"
you can only moan in response, your hands clutching at his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin, the pleasure overwhelming.
“hee… please," you beg.
"come on," he pants, his thrusts becoming erratic. “cum for me." he shifts his angle, hitting that spot deep inside you that makes your vision go white.
"that's it, that's it," he groans, fucking you until you're a whimpering, oversensitive mess.
he pulls out suddenly, and you whine at the loss. he flips you over with surprising strength, maneuvering you onto your hands and knees. he grabs your hips, pulling your ass up in the air, and slides back into you from behind.
the new angle is devastating. he's hitting even deeper now, letting out little grunts with every thrust. one of his hands leaves your hip to tangle in your hair, pulling your head back.
"look at me," he commands, his voice rough. you twist, looking back at him over your shoulder. his face is flushed, his eyes dark. "who's fucking you this good?"
"you are," you gasp, his grip on your hair tightening just enough to send a jolt of pleasure-pain down your spine. "you're fucking me so good."
"damn right i am," he grunts, his rhythm faltering. "gonna fill this little pussy up. you want that? want me to come inside you?"
"yes," you sob, pushing back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. "please, hee. cum in me."
with a final, brutal thrust, he buries himself deep and stills. you feel him pulse inside you, a warm flood filling you up as he groans your name, his body shuddering with the force of his release.
he collapses against your back, his weight pinning you to the couch cushions, both of you breathing heavily in the sudden silence. for a long moment, neither of you move.
finally, he presses a soft kiss to your shoulder.
"so," he murmurs, his voice muffled against your skin. "still tense?"
come back we need to discuss: mtl likely in enha hyung line to want his gf to get with a girl right in front of him
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1. HEESEUNGGGGGG. like he will move mountains if it means his gf will fuck another pretty girl in front of him. he doesn’t even have to join. it’s enough to see two pretty pussies gliding over each other, all sticky with cum and cute moans filling the air.
2. Jake. he wants to be in the middle of a pretty girl sandwich so badddd. he will subtly push the idea and even help his gf find a girl they both like.
3. Sunghoon. he’s just a little curious. and the thought of his gf making a girl moan from eating her out turns him on more than he expects.
4. Jay. he’s a little possessive, but he does find the idea hot. however, he’s calling the shots. he decides all the positions and how long it’s going to last. still makes his gf and the other girl do filthy shit tho.
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“You talk a good game, but I’m watching how you play.”
You and your friends always play sick games. Little do you know, there’s someone who’s better at playing them than all three of you combined.
PAIRING — PARK JONGSEONG x FEMALE READER
WORD COUNT — 8.7k
GENRE — STEPDAD AU, SMUT
WARNINGS — STEPCEST, YANDERE THEMES, INFIDELITY, AGE GAP, STEPDAD!JAY, JEALOUSY, POSSESSIVENESS, DADDY KINK, READER HAS NIPPLE PIERCINGS, JAKE x READER x HEESEUNG MOMENTS, NIPPLE PLAY, FINGERING, ORAL SEX (F & M), BITING, PUSSY SLAPS, UNPROTECTED SEX, RIDING, MAKING A SEX TAPE, NUDES, CREAMPIES
MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT.
AUTHOR’S NOTE — don’t like, don’t read.
A lot of people were surprised when Jongseong got married. Unlike the rest of his close friends, he never wanted to give up the freedom of living as a bachelor. Even as the years went by, nothing (and no one) ever changed his mind. Not until he reached an age where it was no longer appropriate for him to act the way he had been. (This was especially true concerning his professional life.)
As someone who didn’t care for love, he focused on finding an ideal partner who could take his career to the next level and make his growing wealth skyrocket. That’s why he chose his future wife carefully and strategically. While it was true that she was far from his ideal type, it wasn’t a huge sacrifice. Not really. Sure, he no longer had an exciting sex life and didn’t get to enjoy many of the things a lot of couples did, but he did start to expand his wealth and power just like he always wanted.
His cute stepdaughter just so happened to be an added bonus.
When Jongseong first met you, he couldn’t believe how stunning you were. It almost made him regret marrying your mom for his long term plan. Almost.
Since he’s the type of person to make the best out of every situation, he knows all he has to do is be patient in order to execute his unsavory plans. This is easy for him since there isn’t much that can make him lose his composure or make him angry.
However, the scene in front of him is a very big exception.
When he came home from work, he found his sweet stepdaughter on the couch with her two best friends. This normally isn’t a problem since it’s not unusual for them to be by your side, but the way all three of you are currently sitting definitely is. Heeseung has his head on your lap while Jake is slumped against you with his head resting on your shoulder. It’s the picture of affection and something highly inappropriate.
“Y/N,” Jongseong says sternly, foregoing the cute nickname he usually calls you by. “What’s going on here?”
You don’t seem fazed, and neither do your two friends. “We’re watching a movie. Do you want to watch it with us, daddy?”
It’s not fair the way you say it so cutely and unsuspectingly. The way he asked you to address him has always made him weak, but now it only makes his unpleasant feelings deepen. The most irritating part is not that you can’t tell how angry he is or that you think he would want to be anywhere near your little friends, it’s the fact that the two boys don’t even think about moving from their positions. In fact, they completely ignore the daggers he’s staring into them to demand more of your attention.
Heeseung silently places one of your hands on his hair while Jake grabs the other one and holds it tightly. Jongseong’s jaw twitches when you run your fingers through cherry colored strands and soothingly caress Jake’s hand with your thumb at the same time. As usual, you don’t seem to think there’s anything wrong with their clingy behavior.
“That’s not—”
Jongseong is cut off by the sound of the front door slamming.
“Y/N! Jongseong! I’m back!”
Normally, the sound of his wife’s voice makes Jongseong check his rampant emotions, but with the way all three of you still refuse to move, he can’t feel anything but irritated. Even worse, your mom doesn’t bat an eye when she comes into the living room and sees you and your little friends.
“Oh! I didn’t know Jakey and Heeseungie were here!” Your mom exclaims with a fond tone that only drives her husband’s irritation to an entire new level.
Your friends offer their greetings, but don’t make any move to get up. Jongseong feels like he’s going crazy because your mom engages with them like they’re not completely draped all over you.
“Honey, will you help me get the groceries from the car?”
Jongseong almost suggests that the two boys clinging to you should help, but his wife is giving him those insistent, don’t argue with me eyes that makes him feel like he’s close to snapping. He follows her outside silently, figuring this is a good time to talk to her about Jake and Heeseung’s abnormal attachment to you.
“Love,” Jongseong says as soon as they make it to the car. “You don’t think what’s going on in there is a little inappropriate?”
His wife opens the trunk without glancing at him. “What is?”
“Y/N’s friends,” he spits out the last word as if it’s venom. “The way they’re sitting—”
“Honey,” she cuts him off immediately. “I can assure you that it’s all very innocent.”
Jongseong can’t believe your mom is so dismissive about something that is clearly inappropriate. “What? Did we see two different things back there?”
His wife laughs lightheartedly. “Honey, please. Those three have been friends since they were in diapers. Trust me when I say it’s all innocent affection between friends.”
It’s incredible how your mom can believe that. Jongseong was that age once, and if he had a friend who looked like you, there would be nothing innocent about those actions. Right then, he realizes just where you get your naivety from. It would be laughable if it didn’t make him feel a horrible sense of dread. He has to get you away from those two deviants.
Your mom laughs a little harder when she sees the look she’s getting from her husband. “I know what you’re thinking, but there’s really nothing inappropriate about it. For years I thought that Y/N would date one of those boys, but they’ve always just remained good friends. So you don’t have to worry.”
But Jongseong was right to worry, even if neither of them knew it yet.
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“You’re both sick in the head.”
Your friends’ laughter is annoyingly endearing even with the devious undertone coloring the sound. You know you can’t get out of this because it’s all a product of your own making. Being prideful and cocky didn’t allow you to back down from your friends’ sick games, and now you’re going to pay the consequences. You sigh in irritation. Everything was going fine until you weren’t in the lead anymore.
“Don’t act like you don’t want to,” Jake says in a singsong voice. “Your stepdad is hot.”
You scowl at him because it’s true and because you hate the fact that he knows you so well.
“Also,” Heeseung chimes in with a smirk. “He thinks you’re hot. It’ll be easy.”
You pretend like those words don’t send a sick thrill straight to your pussy. “No, it won’t be! He—”
“Isn’t he the one who asked you to call him daddy even though you’re literally an adult?” Jake’s pretty grin is full of depravity as he raises a challenging eyebrow at you. “Don’t bullshit us. You know you can do it if you want to.”
Your face gets hot as you’re reminded of when you first met Jongseong. It was the summer after your first year of college—right before he married your mom. At the time, he came off as a nice guy who insisted you treat him as part of your family. Since you didn’t want to sow discord between your mom and her soon-to-be husband, you agreed to his proposal. Although, his request to be called daddy did make you eye him longer than necessary when you realized he wasn’t joking.
When you brought it up to your mom later on, she didn’t think anything of it. She only gushed about how cute it was that Jongseong wanted to assimilate himself into the family. Not wanting to break her illusions, you quietly went along with her opinion.
You never thought it would come back to bite you in the ass like this.
“Jakey already fucked his stepmom—”
“And Seungie fucked his brother’s girlfriend,” Jake cuts in with a devious grin.
“So it’s your turn now.” They remind you simultaneously.
It’s not like you can’t stop playing, but you hate losing.
“Unless you want to back out,” Heeseung’s smirk is attractive and full of debauchery. “You know what the penalties are, though.”
You scoff at your two friends. “You two don’t need to be between my legs to make out, you know.”
Jake looks a bit bashful, but Heeseung’s conniving smirk only grows more predatory.
“Don’t act like you don’t love it—you fall apart every time.”
“Plus,” Jake cuts in, cheeks still red from remembering the last time you lost the game. “You’ll be in the lead if you do it.”
You purse your lips, thinking about how delicious victory would taste and feel.
“I’ll think about it.”
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In the long and exhausting days Jongseong usually has, his only peaceful and joyful time comes from spending time with his stepdaughter. Unlike his wife, you’re easy to be with. So easy that it always feels like you two are in your own world. That’s why he can’t be happier that your mom decided to visit her sister for the weekend. This way, his time with you won’t be interrupted.
Today, you’ve decided you want to have a movie marathon with him, and he’s more than happy to oblige you. After all, you’re so lovable that he can’t ever bear to tell you no.
Jongseong can feel his cock straining against his pants as you two sit on the large couch in the living room. You’re pressed up against his side with your head resting on his shoulder. Normally, he wouldn’t be this worked up about your innocent affection, but you’re dressed in a tiny skirt that has half of your ass hanging out and an even tinier crop top that almost has your boobs spilling out of it.
Dark eyes shift over to your relaxed figure. Jongseong’s heart leaps when he sees how pretty you look draped on his arm—completely relaxed and content. Once again, his cock twitches as his eyes linger on your outfit. He can tell you’re not wearing a bra because he can see your nipples and pretty piercings through the thin top. Jongseong runs his tongue against his bottom lip, practically salivating at the thought of playing with the metal bars.
Your stepdad slowly moves his hand to rest on the inside of your thigh. Jongseong looks back at the TV with a smirk and gently caresses your soft skin.
The heat you feel isn’t coming from Jongseong’s large hand, but from your dampening core. You’re not sure if his actions are innocent or if what your friends drilled into your mind is actually true. Either way, images of him ripping your clothes off and fucking you into the expensive couch play through your mind so vividly that you’re no longer paying attention to the movie playing on the TV.
You gently shift to relieve the ache between your thighs, barely containing a smirk when you see that your stepdad has noticed your movements.
Jongseong’s cock is practically leaking at this point, and he wonders how long you can keep acting coy when he can tell how badly you want him. His eyes are back on the screen, and his soothing caresses don’t stop. If there was ever a time to take what he’s always wanted, it would be now.
“Sweet girl,” Jongseong says in his sultry voice. “You know I would do anything for you, right?”
“I know, daddy.”
Jay turns to look at you, pretty eyes burning with an emotion you never noticed before. “I mean it. All you have to do is ask.”
Your cunt literally throbs at his words.
If your friends hadn’t filled your head with their wild theories, you wouldn’t think that he means he’ll fuck you senseless if you ask. However, you can’t help but to hear it that way. You lick your lips as your eyes drift down to his pink lips. They’re lifted at the corner, and it’s only then that you realize you’ve been intently staring for a good five seconds.
When you lift your gaze, you recognize an unmistakable heat in his eyes. A small part of you thinks his words aren’t an invitation to live out your darkest desires, but a bigger part of you that’s clouded by lust (and your deviant besties’ theories) doesn’t care.
“Then... will you help me with something?” You ask as innocently as you can.
Jongseong hums as his grip on your thigh tightens the slightest bit. It makes another sick thrill go straight to your pussy. You lick your lips and psych yourself up to do what you’ve been wanting to do since the dare was suggested.
“I can’t get rid of this ache I have right here,” you say with a bit of a whine in your voice before grabbing the hand that’s resting on your thigh and trailing it up your leg until his fingertips brush against your soaked underwear.
Everything goes still, and you almost think you’ve made a mistake until you’re being shoved onto your back. The squeak you let out is muffled by Jongseong’s lips smashing onto your own. He kisses you with a needy desperation that makes you moan into his mouth.
Your heart is pounding harshly, and it feels like your entire body is buzzing from how excited and turned on you are. Jongseong’s lips feel soft and tender, but his movements are all the contrary. He’s nipping at your lips while his tongue explores every inch of your mouth. It’s like he has this ravenous desire for you that he no longer feels the need to contain.
Your stepdad pulls away, eyes completely dark with desire. His large hands trail up your body until they reach your pathetic excuse of a shirt. You swear Jay lets out a growl as he rips the flimsy material in half to set your tits free.
“Fuck.”
You have the prettiest tits he’s ever seen. Immediately, Jongseong descends to capture one of your hardened nipples into his mouth. He licks and nips at the sensitive bud, loving how the cool metal bar feels on his tongue. One of his hands comes up to tug and pinch your other nipple before he gently traces your piercing with his finger. The moans you’re letting out are so pretty that Jongseong feels like he can cum from the sound alone.
Your nipples were already hard from how turned on you feel, but having your stepdad’s hot, wet mouth on one of them while his hand plays with the other has them harder than they’ve ever been.
“Daddy,” you mewl prettily.
Jongseong pulls off of your nipple with a lewd pop and groans quietly. “Fuck.”
You tug him close to you and give him a nasty, sloppy kiss. He moans into your mouth as you rock your pussy into his bulge. Your wetness seeps through and starts to soil his pants.
“Feeling needy, sweet girl?” Jongseong whispers against your lips hotly. You whine in response, and he just smirks. “Gonna let daddy finger your little pussy?”
“Please,” you mewl when he slides his hand down to where your skirt is.
You part your thighs for him so he can slip his fingers under your panties and stroke your slick pussy. The moan you let out is filthy, and it makes him press another sweet kiss on your lips as his fingers start to circle your clit.
“So fucking filthy, letting me play with your pussy like this,” Jongseong groans as he adds pressure to your pulsing bud. “Daddy’s dirty little girl.”
You whine and spread your legs more. “Daddy!”
Jongseong kisses your neck before he slides two fingers into your dripping hole. His fingers easily find and rub against your g-spot as his thumb circles your slippery clit again. You gasp and moan hotly as your thighs start to tremble.
“Daddy, I’m gonna cum,” you mewl as you rock down on his long fingers.
“Cum for me, sweet girl,” Jongseong urges sweetly. His fingers slowly pump in and out of your fluttering pussy as he works to get you closer to your orgasm. “Do it for me.”
As a loud moan tears from your throat, your stepdad kisses you. He forces his hot tongue into your mouth to swallow up your moans. Your eyes roll back when you feel the tips of his fingers caressing your sweet spot. He expertly curls them and keeps rubbing your puffy clit until you’re cumming all over his fingers. Jongseong slowly pulls his digits out of you. You bite your lip when you see him lick your juices off his fingers with a moan.
“So fucking sweet.”
Jay licks his lips as you blink up at him almost innocently. His cock twitches in his pants. Fuck.
“Gonna let daddy kiss your pretty pussy, sweet girl?”
Your cute laughter makes Jongseong’s heart lurch. When you nod, he spreads your legs wider without bothering to take your panties off. Not wasting any time, your stepdad smashes his face against your cunt and starts licking you through your underwear. Another loud cry escapes you at the foreign feeling. It doesn’t take long for your panties to become soaked through with his saliva and your arousal. Your eyes flutter shut as he laps at your clit through the material.
“I’m gonna make you cum like this,” your stepdad murmurs as he mouths at the outline of your pussy. “Get my sweet girl all messy for this cock.”
You moan loudly and buck your cunt into his mouth. Jongseong’s dark eyes watch you hungrily as he goes back to licking and sucking your panty clad pussy. You start rolling your hips as you reach down to tangle one of your hands in his hair. With a low groan, Jongseong’s licks grow bolder. He harshly sucks on your covered clit until you’re writhing against him. You grind your pussy into his eager mouth right as his hands come up to grab your hips and help you hump his mouth.
“Make me cum, daddy. Fuck. Wanna cum all over your mouth.”
Jongseong smirks as he reaches up and grabs the hem of your panties. He pulls them taut so your clit and pussy lips rub harder against the fabric. Your stepdad starts to lap at the outline of your sensitive bud and roughly sucks it into his mouth as best as he can. He yanks your panties up again and it grinds your clit against his tongue just right until you’re cumming. Your orgasm gushes right into his awaiting mouth before it drips down your ass and onto the couch.
Jongseong leans backs once he’s done cleaning you up and takes in your fucked out expression. He licks his lips as his hands lovingly caresses the inside of your thighs.
“Daddy,” you say with a sleepy smile.
Fuck, he thinks. He’s so fucked.
Jongseong’s strong hands rub across your body, caressing your sides and squeezing your tits. He hums at you. “Yeah, baby. I’m here, sweet girl. You’re all mine now.”
You hum in agreement before you let your eyes close from his gentle petting. Your stepdad gropes and squeezes whatever he can reach until you’re mewling with want. Jay smirks in satisfaction. After he’s done with you, he’ll make sure you never turn to look at any other man. Especially those two boys you call your friends.
“Yeah, you’re all mine,” he growls possessively as his hands slip under you to squeeze your ass roughly. “I’m never letting any man near you again. Not even your little friends.”
The way he spits those last words almost makes you smirk. Heeseung was right.
“Daddy,” you whine as you grab his roaming hands to tug him toward you and into a kiss. “I don’t want them. I only want you.”
“Yeah?” Jongseong breathes, feeling his cock twitch.
You hum against his lips and kiss him again. Juices soil your already ruined panties as you suck on his tongue. Jongseong groans and slots himself right between your legs so he can grind his bulge against your slick cunt. You moan and mewl into his mouth as you move your hips to meet his eager movements
“I’m so lucky,” Jongseong moans between messy kisses. “Luckiest stepdad in the world because I have such a sweet little stepdaughter.”
You give him a grin that makes his heart soar. Jay grunts and slides his arms under you and lifts you up until you’re on top of him. The fluid movements make your core drip with more arousal. He kisses you again, this time letting all his inhibitions go. Jay scrapes his teeth against your bottom lip before his hot tongue glides across after to soothe the sting. Your stepdad repeats the action, wanting your perfect lips to look nice and swollen for him. A low whine escapes you as he grabs your bare hips and yanks you closer to deepen the kiss.
You moan, feeling yourself get wetter as Jongseong’s tongue slips into your mouth again. It teases your own, and you suck on it eagerly as you picture doing the same to his cock. The filthy thought makes you grind down on his bulge as arousal burns hotly throughout your body.
Your stepdad swallows your whines and moans as he runs his hands up your body. Warm hands squeeze and caress your hips and work their way up to your tits. You toss your head back when he starts to pinch and pull on your hard nipples. Again, he plays with the metal bars until you’re squirming. Your pussy throbs as you keep rolling your hips onto the bulge underneath you.
“So pretty,” Jongseong murmurs, staring at your perfect tits. “My sweet, beautiful girl.”
“Daddy,” you mewl, grinding yourself down harder as you ache for more.
Jay lightly smacks your ass and smirks. “Kiss me again, sweetheart.”
Immediately, you press your lips on your stepdad’s pouty ones. Jongseong drags one of his hands down to the hem of your skirt and flips up the material before he slips his fingers underneath to feel along your panties. You moan into his mouth as your lips move sloppily against his. Another high whine escapes you when you feel him stroking your clit through your soaked underwear.
“That’s it, sweet girl,” Jongseong breathes out after he pulls away from you.
His dark, hungry eyes watch you as he goes to palm your pretty tits. “Fuck. You have the prettiest nipples,” he groans before his mouth closes over one of the hardened peaks.
You gasp at the pleasure of him suckling on your stiff bud. More wetness pools in your panties as he swaps to the other nipple. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he flicks it with his tongue repeatedly before sucking it back into his mouth and lightly biting it. He runs his tongue along the metal bars carefully, smirking every time you arch into him.
Jongseong pulls back and teases your hard nipples by circling and flicking them with his fingers. He seems to especially enjoy playing with your piercings. You moan when he begins to lightly pinch and twist before going back to running his fingers across the sensitive buds. A wave arousal washes over you as he plays with your tits. You grind down again, trying to alleviate the pulsing in your clit, but it does almost nothing to help.
“Daddy,” you say through a breathy moan. “Want you.”
“Oh, I know, sweet girl,” he groans as his cock throbs. “Daddy wants you too.”
“Yeah?” You hum with a salacious grin.
“Yeah, baby. I’m gonna make you mine.”
You whine and grind down on his bulge harder. “Please. I want to feel you in my pussy, daddy.”
His smirk is so attractive and makes your clit pulse in need. “You want me to fill you up?”
“Yeah,” you breathe out as you grind down on his large bulge. “Need it so fucking bad. Want you to stretch out my little pussy.”
You feel your stepdad’s cock kick and pulse beneath you. He lets out a low grunt before capturing your lips in another hungry kiss. You whine into his mouth as you roll your hips into his growing bulge.
“Dirty little girl,” he says fondly as he pulls away. “I’ll give you what you want since you’ve been so good for me.”
You gasp when he grinds his bulge into your sensitive clit. He gives you a sly grin. Jongseong lifts you slightly before he swiftly tugs off his pants and underwear. When his leaking cock springs free, your mouth salivates. He’s huge and thick and veiny. Once again, you’re consumed with desire that makes you want to just bounce on it. Now.
“Oh, you’re so big.”
Jongseong laughs as his cock leaks with more precum. He grabs one of your hands and guides it downward. Your eyes follow the movement, gaze locked to where he wraps your fingers around his big cock. He’s so thick that your fingers aren’t even touching.
Your stepdad grins sweetly at you. “Stroke it, baby.”
You lick your lips and slowly move your hand up and down. Slowly, you stroke his cock, using his precum to get it nice and wet. Jay groans as he sweetly noses your cheek. “You like feeling how hard you made me? Like seeing how much I want you?”
Your nipples tingle from how turned on you are. “Fuck yeah I do. God, daddy. You’re so big.”
Jay smirks. “Think you can take me, sweet girl?”
“Yes.” You insist before you tug at the hem of his shirt.
That small, insistent movement is enough to make your stepdad pull it off and get as naked as you want him to be.
“Yeah? You want me to fuck this pretty cunt open, baby?”
It feels like your body is on fire as you moan loudly. You let go of his cock and grab his shoulders, digging your nails into his skin. “Yes, daddy, yes!”
“Mhm, fuck yeah. I knew my sweet girl was nasty.”
You mewl as your clit throbs in arousal. “Just for you, daddy.”
“Little slut,” Jongseong laughs, his hungry gaze locked on your hazy expression.
He presses his lips against your collar bone and mouths up your neck. Hot, wet kisses cover your skin until he’s nipping your skin. You feel his cock twitch and drool against your thigh. Jongseong smears precum all over the inside of your thighs.
“You’re killing me, pretty girl,” he kisses your neck before he scrapes his teeth across the skin and bites down.
You gasp and arch into him, feeling yourself get even wetter.
“You gonna let me cum in you?” Jay sounds ravenous as his hips drag his leaking cock across your sopping wet panties. “Fuck yeah you are. Gonna let daddy stretch you out and cream your tight fucking pussy. Isn’t that what you want, pretty girl? Want my fat cock splitting you open?”
You’re throbbing at how Jongseong’s talking to you. Your nails dig into his shoulders so hard you know you’re leaving marks. Not that you care. He’s all yours to mark up now.
“Please! Want it so bad, daddy.”
Those dark, pretty eyes are nothing more than an invitation; one that you happily accept. As you go to slide your panties off, he stops you. “Leave them on.”
Whining, you pull them to the side and let his fat tip smack against your pussy lips. Your arousal slowly drips down the length of his cock. Jongseong licks his lips and rubs his hands up and down your thighs.
“Since you want it so bad, be a good girl and put it in for me, baby. I wanna watch.”
You whimper and guide his leaking cockhead until it’s against your slippery slit. He eases his cock into your pussy with a loud moan, “So fucking tight, baby.”
“Jongseong,” you’re whining constantly now, feeling the stretch of his thick cock entering your body.
“So fucking tight,” he sounds drunk with pleasure. “That’s it baby. Sit on it.”
Jongseong’s hands firmly grip your hips as he helps you slide down on his cock. You both watch as your pussy greedily sucks his cock into your wet cunt inch by inch. Once he bottoms out and has you fully sitting on his lap, he grins. Your pussy pulses and clenches at being so spread open and full.
“Daddy,” you gasp. “You’re so big.”
“I know,” he soothes, thumbs rubbing across the bulge in your lower stomach. “Just look how deep I am in this little pussy.”
You moan as he jostles you until you’re sitting flush against his pelvis and his cock is nestled deep in your cunt. You rock forward with a keening moan, grinding his leaking tip against your cervix making sparks of pleasure shoot through your cunt.
He reaches around to grab your ass and bounce you on his dick. You cry out as your pussy clenches down and leaves a trail of arousal behind.
“Mmm, that’s it. Fucking love how tight you squeeze me. You sure you’re not a virgin, sweetheart?” Jongseong coos as he pinches your clit between his fingers.
You groan at the sharp pleasure, eyes hazy with need and pleasure.
“Feel so fucking full,” you mewl stupidly.
Jongseong lifts you up just to drop you back down, his thick cock splitting you open as your pussy greedily sucks him back into your body.
“Shit. Your little cunt’s just begging for this cock, baby.”
Your stepdad pulls all the way out then snaps his hips forward, burying his cock all the way into your clenching heat. A scream of pleasure fills the room along with the lewd sound of skin on skin.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” Jongseong pants, pulling his cock halfway out before thrusting back in.
On the next thrust, he pulls all the way out and taps your clit with the fat tip of his dick. You look down with a moan, watching as he presses the head inside your cunt before pulling it back out just to tease across your clit again. With a throaty growl, he presses all the way into you and bottoms out in your hot pussy.
Jay’s thrusting into you like a feral animal, splitting you open and making you lose your mind. He’s deeper than anyone you’ve ever fucked, and you love every second of it. The feeling doesn’t last long because he buries himself balls deep before going still. You mewl in protest as he slips his cock out until just the head is teasing along your dripping, needy hole.
You squirm and swivel your hips down, tempting him to press inside. “Please, daddy. Want you inside me.”
Your stepdad melts at your sweet plea. As usual, he becomes weak and gives in quickly. You gasp out a cry as Jongseong bullies his cock back into your weeping cunt. Still, he doesn’t start fucking you like you want.
“Fuck. This pretty cunt made to take this fat dick, hm?” Your stepdad groans.
“Yeah,” you whimper, eyes rolling back as Jongseong grabs your hips and makes you grind against his cock. “Feels so fucking good, daddy.”
“Good. I want my girl to know what it feels like to have a real man’s cock deep in her cute little pussy,” he growls as he lovingly squeezes your hips.
“Daddy!” you gasp out, pussy clenching down on his cockz
Your clit throbs as he keeps you rolling your hips in place on his cock, not letting you bounce and not thrusting up into you like you want. It’s all part of his plan to make you go a little crazy for him. To have you come back for more every time until you can only think of him.
“Daddy. I want it, want you,” you moan.
“Fuck,” he says through a groan. “You want daddy to rail your little cunt? Breed your cute pussy until it’s full of cum?”
“Yes, yes,” you gasp out as you try to rock your hips.
Your stepdad’s iron grip keeps you in place as your pussy flutters and pulse around his cock.
“Then I’ll give it to you, baby,” he’s panting into your neck as he starts pistoning his dick into your squelching cunt. “I’ll give it to you whenever you want. It's what you deserve.”
Your eyes roll back as his cock starts pounding into your g-spot. Juices drip down his cock all the way to his heavy balls. Filthy moans fill the room, mixing in perfectly with the smell of sex.
“Fuck. You’re gripping me so tight, baby. You gonna cum? Gonna cream all over daddy’s cock?”
“Mhm,” you nod dizzily with how deep he’s fucking you. It makes him grin and start to kiss you.
Jay’s pelvis presses onto your clit just right with every rough thrust. His big cock is completely ruining your pussy in the most delicious way. You feel your orgasm ramp up with every thrust and sloppy kiss. One of his hands slides up between your bodies to tease and caress your nipple.
“Fuck, I‘m gonna cum,” you mewl against his lips.
“Then cum for me, sweet girl. Make a mess all over this cock.”
The way your stepdad is pounding his leaking cock right into your sweet spot paired with the sharp tug of your nipples has your walls clenching down on his cock hard. Your thighs twitch and tremble as your toes curl with how hard your orgasm hits you. You cry his name in pleasure as you gush all over his relentless dick.
“Fuck yes. That’s it, pretty girl. Fucking cum on my cock,” he presses more sloppy, tongue-filled kisses to your mouth.
You loan into his mouth, rolling your hips to ride out your intense orgasm.
“Get ready, baby. Daddy’s going to give his sweet girl a nice thick creampie. Breed this pretty pussy nice and deep.”
Your cunt flutters around Jongseong’s thick cock, “Please, please, please.”
His fingers move from your nipples to your swollen clit. Jay rubs a couple of soft circles on the slippery bud before repeatedly pinching it. You choke out a moan as your pussy clamps down on his cock again. His fingers keep up the rough treatment on your sensitive bud until you’re letting out filthy cries of pleasure. Your hot cunt clenches and pulses as you leak all over his cock. It just makes him fuck you harder.
“Cum for me again,” he growls, fingers circling your clit with firm strokes. “Be a good girl and cream daddy’s cock.”
Your body is trembling from the overstimulation, but you love it. Your eyes roll back as you moan like a pornstar. “Oh fuck! I’m cumming!”
“Yes, yes! Fuck, pretty girl. That’s so fucking hot,” Jongseong groans as he keeps thrusting into your gushing hole. “Take it, baby, fucking take it.”
Another moan tears from your throat as Jongseong pumps you full of cum. You mewl from how hot it feels inside you.
“Good girl,” Jay praises as he presses a sweet kiss on your lips.
After a few minutes of you basking in each other’s embrace, Jongseong pulls out of you with a soft hiss. You whimper at the empty feeling left behind and watch through lidded eyes as he swipes his fingers through your messy folds.
“So good for me,” he whispers, slowly circling your clit with the cum spilling from your pussy.
You whine and bite your lip, knowing what you’ll have to do to win the game once and for all.
“Daddy, you said you’d do anything for me, right?”
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Jongseong licks his lips as you set up your phone on your nightstand. His mouth waters at the thought of filming everything he wants to do to you. He can’t wait to take you apart in front of the lens, especially since he plans on making more filthy videos.
He sits on the edge of your bed, completely naked as you angle the camera exactly how you want it. As soon as you walk back over to him, your stepdad pulls you onto his lap so your bare back is pressed against his chest. You two look directly into the cameras as he goes to play with your pretty tits. He tugs and pinches your stiff nipples, fingertips teasing across the metal bars.
“Such a good girl,” he kisses the side of your neck affectionately. “I bet your cute pussy’s soaked all over again.”
Squirming against him, you whine and grind your wet cunt down onto his hardening cock. “Daddy, please.”
Your stepdad smirks and spreads your legs until you’re spread open for him and the camera. His hand comes down in a hard slap against your pussy. You moan loudly as Jongseong spanks your cunt until you’re splashing your juices all over his palm. You whine when he stops his stinging movements to drag his fingers across your wet slit.
“What a slutty little girl,” he whispers in your ear. “You like when daddy spanks your pretty pussy?”
“Yes,” moan. “Fucking love it.”
Jay smirks and pinches your wet clit until you’re squirming against him.
“Good girl,” he hums as his fingers softly rub and soothe your aching bud. “My perfect girl.”
“All yours, daddy,” you respond cutely.
“That’s right,” he grunts as he palms your tits, fingers swiping across your metal bars. “All mine.”
Jongseong licks his lips and helps you get off his lap. “On your knees. Daddy’s going to give you a treat.”
You eagerly do as he says, making sure to position yourself correctly so the camera captures everything. Your stepdad’s big cock bobs in front of your face and has you salivating at the thought of trying to fit it into your mouth. His leaking tip brushes across your cheek and smears precum on your skin.
“Kiss it, baby. Show me how much you want to taste daddy’s cock,” he says with an attractive grin.
You cat coy as you press a chaste kiss on the tip of his dick. Jongseong watches closely as your lips and tongue work in tandem to gently kiss and lick at his fat cockhead. Your hot tongue lathes the sensitive tip, lapping up the sticky precum dripping from his slit. You moan when you taste him, eyes fluttering closed as you get more eager to suck his cock.
Your stepdad groans low in his throat when you fully take him into your warm mouth. His cock twitches when your tongue swirls around the head of his cock, circling it over and over before you dip the slick muscle into his slit to draw out more precum.
“Fuck, that’s it, sweet girl. Suck daddy’s cock,” he groans when your mouth drops down to kiss and suck at his balls.
Jongseong keeps his gaze on you as you try to suck both of his balls into your wet mouth. You whine when you can only fit one. Playing it up for him and the camera, you mouth and lap at the sensitive skin before sucking each of his balls again. With a filthy moan, you eagerly lick at his heavy sack, tongue slowly tracing up the seam. Your lips meet the base of his cock before you flick your tongue back around his balls.
You keep your eyes on his blissful expression as you pull back to suck his cock properly. A pretty moan reverberates around his dick as your lips part to sink down around the first few inches. His stomach flexes when he feels your spit drip down his dick onto his balls.
“Fuck. So good, baby,” he coos sweetly as he brushed strands of hair out of your face.
More precum blurts across your tongue as his tip starts to bump into the back of your throat. Bucking up into your mouth, the tightness around his cock increases and you gag loudly. Your eyes roll back as Jay pulls his cock halfway out of your mouth only to press back in deeply. The fat head kisses the back of your throat immediately. Again, a large hand caresses the back of your head before he slowly pulls out. Like the angel you are, you lean forward and gently lick the head. He groans as your soft tongue cleans up any precum spilling from the slit down his cock.
Jongseong then helps you stand before he spanks your ass and tells you to get into bed. He then crawls on top of you and kisses you fiercely, sinking his teeth into your bottom lip before soothing it with his tongue. He pulls back, his smile as attractive as ever as he admires how pretty you look under him.
“So pretty,” he breathes out adoringly. “My sweet girl.”
“Yours,” you nod like you’re in a daze. “All yours, daddy.”
Jongseong smiles before he grabs your legs and pushes them back until they’re almost touching your shoulders. His eyes lock on your soaked pussy, licking his lips at how wet and needy it looks. He bends down until his face is right in between your legs. His strong hands are still pressing your thighs down to hold you in place.
“Pretty fucking pussy,” he murmurs reverently before he leans in and kisses your swollen cunt.
Your stepdad slides his hands down from your thighs to the outside of your cunt. He pulls your pussy lips apart to spit on your clenching hole. It makes you whine and mewl as you try to arch your back.
“Daddy!”
Your moan breaks off into a filthy gasp when he plunges his tongue deep into your pussy, fluttering the wet muscle into your fluttering walls. You taste like absolute heaven, and Jay knows he would happily die suffocated by your cunt. His eyes roll back when your juices flood his mouth. Your puffy clit pulses as his nose brushes against it. It makes your pussy squeeze his hot tongue.
Your stepdad laps your tight hole before he runs the wet muscle up your slit to suck sloppily at your clit. He’s being as messy as possible, knowing from earlier that you love it when your cunt’s coated in his spit. Your cries and whines make him grind his hard cock into the bed he eats you out at his leisure.
Jongseong smirks before he bites down on your throbbing clit. He growls and humps the bed as you squirm under him. You moan loudly as he keeps biting and nipping on your sensitive bud. Feeling like he’s going to cum all over the sheets, Jongseong finally lets go. He pulls back to admire the little bundle of nerves before diving back in.
Jay licks and kisses over your clit until you’re whimpering in pleasure. You writhe in pleasure as he lathes your cunt with rough swipes of his tongue. Your stepdad works you up to an intense orgasm, and right as you cum, he sinks his teeth back into your clit with a groan.
“Daddy, daddy!” You cry like it’s all you know how to say.
Your cunt gushes with arousal as Jongseong sucks your bud into his mouth, hot tongue circling your abused clit. He licks it over and over again until your thighs are trembling from the pleasure.
“Ready for daddy to to fuck your pretty little cunt?” He asks before tongue swipes across your bundle of nerves again.
“Yes, daddy.”
Jongseong crawls back up your body, dragging his cock against your thighs until the tip bumps against your sopping wet pussy. You squirms when his dick drags across your clit. It makes him kiss you messily, forcing his tongue into your mouth so you can taste yourself. When he finally pulls away, he balances himself on one of his forearms and brings his other hand down to notch the tip of his cock at your soaked hole.
“Daddy’s gonna fuck you full of cum, baby,” Jay pressed a sweet his on your lips as he works his cock into your cunt.
You whine as his hot lips trail down to your neck. He kisses the soft flesh before biting down just like he did with your clot. Your pussy spasms and clamps down on his cock. Pure satisfaction and arousal pulses like electricity in his veins. He pulls his cock all the way out of you before he slams it back inside you.
The right grip of your pussy makes him dizzy with arousal. Now, the camera becomes an afterthought for Jongseong. His main focus now is making your hot little pussy cream all over his cock so he can shoot his load deep into your hole.
“Fuck. You’re taking this cock so well, sweet girl,” Jongseong groans as you shake and tremble beneath him. “Already got daddy addicted to your little pussy.”
His filthy words make you dig your nails into his skin. Jongseong groans in pleasure. He loves the stinging scratches you’re leaving on him. To him, it’s proof that you need him just as much as he needs you. He has half a mind to drag this out for hours and hours, but he really wants to finish the tape so you can show your little friends. A smug smirk crosses his face when he thinks about how they’ll see how pretty and sweet you sound as he’s impaling his cock into you.
Jongseong can feel himself losing his mind just from being buried to the hilt inside your deliciously hot pussy. Just thinking that this won’t be the last time he has you like this makes his hips snap harder and faster against yours. Now your pussy is squelching loudly between your bodies.
Your stepdad grins at the filthy sounds coming from your cunt. He slides his fingers down your side and across your hip, seeking out your sore clit. Again, you wail with pleasure as he starts rubbing dizzying circles into the sensitive bud.
“Squeeze the cum out of me, sweet girl. Fuck, let daddy give you a nice thick creampie.”
Your eyes roll back as you moan loudly. “Please, daddy! Fuck. I want it.”
“You’re gonna get it,” he promises sweetly. “You’re gonna take everything I give you.”
The hot, pulsing walls of your pussy make him drive his cock into you harder, needing to get as deep as possible in your little cunt. His fingers gently circle your sensitive bundle of nerves. Your stepdad licks his lips when more of your wetness coats cock.
“This sweet cunt is made for me, isn’t it, baby?”
“Yes, daddy. Made just for you,” you babble out through filthy moans. “Daddy, I’m gonna cum!”
“Fuck. Do it, pretty girl. Cream all over me and work my cum into your sweet hole,” he groans as your velvety walls clamp down on his dick.
Jay rubs your clit a few more times as he ruts his cock in and out of your pussy. He slams his leaking tip into your g-spot until your back arches, a loud scream tearing from your throat. As your orgasm violently hits.
“Good girl,” he praises as you fall apart on his cock. “You’re so well for me, sweetheart.”
Your stepdad doesn’t stop. He keeps railing you into the mattress as your soft walls pulse and flutter around his dick. Jongseong drills his cock into you a few more times before his hips stutter. He buries himself deep in your hot cunt as his cock kicks and throbs, spilling hot sticky cum inside your clenching pussy.
As he fills your cunt with rope after rope of hot cum, he groans guttural praises into your ear. “Perfect little girl, taking it so well for me.”
“Daddy,” you whisper lightly before giving him a filthy kiss.
Jongseong responds eagerly as he settles his body weight down on you. He doesn’t pull out, using his cock to plug up your pussy so his cum doesn’t leak out of you. Eventually, he decides he has to end the video properly. Slowly, your stepdad pulls his Ricky cock out of you as he reaches for the phone on your nightstand. Cum oozes from your pussy as he spreads it open and points the camera directly at it.
“Goddamn, just look at this messy little pussy.”
You mewl as his fingers dig into your used hole to work more cum out of you. He licks his lips. “Such a good girl, letting daddy creampie this pretty cunt.”
With that, he ends the video and tosses your phone aside. He gets on top of you and kisses you again. You moan and grind your sloppy pussy against his softening cock.
“Stay here, daddy. Wanna do it again.”
Jongseong smirks down at you, more than willing to oblige you.
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“Fuck, that’s so hot.”
You smirk, threading your hands through two separate heads of hair. Heeseung and Jake are sucking on your raw nipples, their fingers stuffed in your pussy as their perverted gazes are locked on the TV. Images of your stepdad fucking his cock into you brightly lights up the large screen, and it turns the three of you on insanely.
“He has such a big cock,” you mewl as your friends fight to have their fingers stroke the softest part of your pussy. “Fuck. I already want to fuck him again.”
Your friends teasingly bite and pull on your nipples with their teeth. Although it’s all part of the game, they can’t help but feel a little jealous. You’ve never liked fucking someone so much before—especially if it was just part of the game.
“My cock hurts,” Jake whines as he curls his fingers to have you let out another pretty moan.
“Same,” Heeseung sighs as he presses a kiss to your hard nipple. “When are you going to let us hit?”
You scoff. “Don’t be stupid. Losers get nothing.”
“Don’t be like that, baby,” Heeseung smirks. It’s pretty and conniving. “Just look at poor Jakey. He might actually die if he doesn’t get inside you.”
“I won so that means you have to accept your punishment.”
Jake pouts. “Think about how hot it’ll be if we fuck you while we watch your sex tape.”
You ponder for a while, knowing it will be hot. But it’ll be hotter if your stepdad is the one fucking you while you watch it. Your friends share a smirk when your hot cunt clamps down on their fingers. Just as they think you’ll give in, you shake your head.
“This is still a punishment.”
They whine your name, giving you shining, doe and puppy eyes to make you give in. It makes you grin fondly.
“Be good boys and make me cum. Then we’ll talk about the next game.”
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“I can’t believe you let her record.”
Jongseong ignores Sunghoon’s incredulous scoff. Instead he palms his hardening cock as he looks at the picture of your pussy you sent him twenty minutes ago. It looks so pretty and wet. He licks his lips as he sends you another message telling you he’ll be home soon.
“She asked,” is the only explanation he offers. “And it’s for my own benefit, anyway.”
“Oh, yeah?” Sunghoon’s thick eyebrow goes up mockingly.
Jay hums. “Those little pervs she hangs around think I don’t know what they’re up to. Their little sex games are nothing but child’s play to me.”
And they really are. That’s why he let you record in the first place. Not only did he want you to win this little game that’s (for some reason) so important to you, but he also wants Heeseung and Jake to understand that you’re his now. Once he’s done wrapping things up with your mother, he’s going to take you far away and keep you all to himself.
“But enough of that,” Jongseong finally sets his dark eyes back on his friend. “What are you going to do? Your girl is getting pretty impatient isn’t she?”
His friend smiles fondly, pretty canines on display as he thinks back on the person who’s captured his heart completely. “She’ll be fine. It’s just a little crush, after all.”
“If you say so,” Jongseong shrugs. “Try not to play any of your sick little games. You’ll scare her off.”
“You’re one to talk,” Sunghoon rolls his eyes. “No one is better at sick games than you.”
Jongseong smiles connivingly. He can’t refute his friend’s words because they’re true. No one plays games better than him. Especially because he always wins.
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