MAKE ME SAY WOW.

One day after coming back from reading under the sun in the backyard, your parents were packing their luggage.

"Where are you going?" you asked them in confusion. Your mother, who was nearest to you rested her arm on your shoulders, moving a lock of hair from your face.

"Honey, your father received a letter, we're traveling to see what is kidnapping virgin girls, my darling. We'll be gone for a month, maybe two since it's a bit far from here," she explained.

"We trained you well, princess. Take good care of yourself and the town while we're gone," your dad finished, closing his suit and putting it on the floor. You nodded, hugging both of them and telling them that you would miss them a lot.

That same night, a carriage arrived and waited outside your home to take them to their client's home.

From the next day, it would be you and yourself to keep yourself fed and the house clean.

Two days passed normally, it was almost as if your parents had never left, except that you had no one to talk to, your best friend Seungmin travelled a few days before your parents to meet the girl who he had to get engaged with, and your friend Jeongin was busy working at the bakery with his parents.

Strangely, the third day alone after visiting Jeongin, you saw a carriage stopping by the city pond. People were reunited near it, whispering about who was probably inside. You looked next to you at Jeongin, who was kind enough to walk you out. He looked equally confused as you.

"Whose carriage is that?" you murmured for him to hear only, but instead of responding he just shrugged.

And then you saw him, the most handsome man you'd ever seen. He seemed young, near your age if you dared say. He was slender, tall, his head full of golden hair that the sun would probably envy, and he wore elegant clothes.

Your jaw dropped to the floor, all about that stranger screamed rich kid, because even the way he stood and scanned the place gave away that he came from a wealthy family, and that led you to wonder: what could someone like him be doing in a place like this? That didn't mean that your town lived in a state of poverty, because saying that would be a lie too big, but the place wasn't full of mansions everywhere. It was just a pacific town, with humble and caring people.

"I'm going home," you announced to Jeongin, who simply nodded and kept staring at the man of the moment.

You turned, holding tight the bread you bought and going home, not caring anymore about the stranger. If he was as rich as he seemed to be, he wouldn't stay long. There was no point in bothering to get close to him.

You followed the temporary routine you created the next day after your parents left; you woke up when the birds started chirping, took a quick shower and had breakfast and once you had a full stomach, you walked outside and watered your mother’s beautiful plants. After coming back from Jeongin’s family bakery, you prepared a quick food, placed it in a basket along with the current book you were reading and walked out your home to your spot in the back of the garden near the tree where you always spend your evenings until the sun went down and there wasn’t enough light to keep reading.

Unexpectedly to you, your reading got interrupted when a shadow got in the middle of the light you were using to immerse yourself in the fantasy book in your hands.

"Hello," the intruder said, an enchanting smile greeting you when you removed your eyes from the pages of the open book to look at him.

Words got stuck in your mouth when you saw who it was; the new man in town, with his fancy clothes and beautiful freckled face.

"Good evening, sir, how may I help you?" you politely responded.

The stranger sat on the grass next to you, sighing as he looked up at the cloudless sky. For someone who wasn't familiar with any of you, it would seem like you were a pair of friends (or a couple, even.)

"I saw you sitting here by yourself. You seem like a relaxed person, you know? And I'm new here, so would you like to be my friend?" his head turned to face you, the same gentle smile on his face didn't seem to hide any second intentions, but you still remembered the promise you made to your parents.

"That'd be cool, really, but I'm afraid I'll pass this offer. I don't even know your name! Maybe another time, I'm sure you'll find no trouble in finding friends." Listening to your reasoning, the man nodded, a little conflicted.

He stood up, respecting what you just told him, and said "my name's Felix, if you decide to change your mind. I hope you have a pleasant day," and he started to walk away.

You tried to continue your reading, but a feeling of guilt seemed to grow stronger the further he walked away from you.

"Wait, Felix!" you called out for him, closing your book and putting it in the basket again. Felix turned, waiting for you to reach him.

"Would you like some tea?" you offered him a shy smile, taking his hand when he nodded to your offer, and you took him to your house, which wasn't too far from where you were.

You walked through the door, looking at him standing still on the opening waiting for your invitation. You turned to allow him inside, "please, come on in, get comfortable while I heat the water."

Felix walked in, slowly walking to your couch and sitting there. "I didn't get your name, by the way," he timidly said from his seat. Your cheeks heated up, you were thankful that you weren't facing him.

With the water on the stove, you made your way to the couch and sat next to him, an apologetic smile on your face "oh, sorry about that, I'm Y/N."

Felix placed a friendly hand on your knee and offered you a welcoming smile. "Nice to meet you, Y/N. I guess we are friends now that we know each other's names," he chuckled, making you smile as well. His happiness was very contagious and his smile incredibly warm, almost hypnotizing.

"I guess you're right, but I'd like to know more about you. Where do you come from, what are you doing here?" the sentiment of curiosity took over you, now that he had established your friendship.

"Wow, you really wanna know, don't you? Well, if you're getting to know me I think it's fair that I ask you questions too, don't you think?" you nodded, waiting for him to continue, "I live with my parents in a Manor a little far from here, I don't think you know where it is. I'm traveling because I want to explore the world. What about you, do you live here alone?"

You opened your mouth when a sudden loud noise made you jump scared from the high pitch. The whistling of the kettle announcing the water was ready to become a delicious chamomile tea. Maybe if you were more superstitious, like your mother, you would keep your mouth shut and take the whistling as a bad sign to not reveal any information to the stranger you just brought into your family's home.

You stood up, walking to the cupboard to take your finest porcelain mugs to pour the hot beverage in them, clearing your throat to answer them, because unlike your mother, you didn't believe in such things.

"No, this is my parents home. They're away because of work and they decided to let me here. I don't like traveling much, but I'm fine staying here and reading in the backyard. How have been your adventures so far?" you sat on the table, placing both cups on seats facing each other and Felix was quick to reunite with you on the table to keep chatting about everything and nothing at all.

The evening soon faded, giving the spot lit to the bright moonlight and just then Felix decided to leave your humble home, thanking you for inviting him in and accepting the offer to be with friend.

Crickets chirped outside your window at night, singing in the outskirts of the leafy beginning of an ample forest right next to your house. You stared out the window from your bed, not looking at the scary trees but to the sky, appreciating the stars and allowing your mind to run through many thoughts; about how your day went, worried about your parents, what would you cook tomorrow, and lastly, about Felix and your newest impression of him.

Lying in your comfortable bed, your eyes closed while your mind played images of him smiling and joking in your head until you fell asleep.

The next following days went similarly; you would make breakfast in the morning, go to the market to buy ingredients for dinner, going home to prepare said dish and eat outside to later be met with Felix on your reading spot, ending the day together in your house talking about his adventures and your favorite books.

It was inevitable for you to fall for him, not because he was an outsider, but something about his personality… maybe it was the attention he gave you, or probably the way his eyes widened when you narrated your favorite adventures you'd read, or perhaps the way his laugh filled the empty silence when the two of you were joking around…

You fell for him hard, and you even wrote about it in your diary, talking more fondly about him on the spare pages of it as you spend more days getting closer to him.

Nearing the end of the third week with your parents away, the townspeople started the rumor that the two of you had started to date. You didn't care what they had to say about your close friendship with the freckled man, you were only close with Jeongin and Hyunjin, who knew the truth, so you didn't mind what everyone else had to say. Apparently, Felix found that funny and sometimes even fueled those rumors by acting more loving than he usually would.

You didn't know if your dislike to those fallacies bothered Felix, but in the middle of week four he suddenly started distancing himself from you.

It hurt, and as hard as you tried to ignore the feeling of something missing, of loneliness, it hurt more. You only saw him from afar, like he didn't want to be close to you anymore, and you noticed.

Growing tired of the new avoiding game, you decided to visit him in the hotel he was staying at, knocking on his door impatiently, until it opened, and when you made out the figure and their features, your blood ran cold.

On the other side of the wooden door, a tall man stood, a menacing aura surrounding him. His skin was pale, inhumanly pale, and his eyes drowned in a black pool of nothingness.

When his void-like gaze focused on you, he showed a scary smile full of sharp fans instead of teeth. His hand looked for your arm and he pulled you inside with no force at all, closing the door behind you and standing in front of it to keep you from escaping.

"And who are you supposed to be, child?" they asked, making you shiver. He sounded terrifying.

This is what your parents had trained you for all your life; you recognized the creature, you clearly knew what he was and the danger his mere presence meant, and yet, you couldn't run.

Your brain screamed at you to start walking away, nervous eyes scanning the place, but this was the first time you visited Felix (or at least, where he was staying) so you were completely unfamiliar with your surroundings. Everything was a lost cause, and you were just about to become a 5 stars course meal for an old blood drinker.

Blinking and focusing on the being standing by the door, you remembered the reason why you went there, and after swallowing hard, you finally dared to speak, your shaky voice giving away the fear consuming your body and mind. "W-where is Felix?"

"Oh, are you friends with him? That stupid boy, he shouldn't be playing with his food," he rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.

Suddenly, the thing moved and towered above you, and you couldn't do anything else but wish that the earth could swallow you in that mere instant as a form of escape. They grabbed your arm again, this time their freezing cold grip on you was too strong, their nails digging into your flesh while they licked their lips before they spoke again.

"You foolish little thing, you smell like a hunter, and yet you don't seem to be able to hurt me," they twisted your arm, making you fall to your knees and whimper in pain. "Didn't your parents teach you to not make friends with vampires? I guess not, and because of that, I'm going to drink your blood."

They raised you in the air, their other hand on your neck keeping you from moving as they sunk their teeth in your carotid vein, the sting of their fangs hurt at first, but as you felt your blood being drained, you lose all knowledge and your eyes shut, leaving you in complete darkness.

The next time you opened your eyes, you were resting on your bed in your home; the familiarity of the blankets warming you up, the dark room being illuminated by the moonlight entering through your window.

You looked around, a little bit dizzy and with a horrible headache unlike any you'd had before.

Someone's familiar voice ringed, and soon you had hands pushing you back to the comfort of your bed.

"I'm so glad that you're okay, Y/N. You had me so scared…" he whispered, throwing himself around you and hugging you, truly relieved to know that you were okay.

"F-Felix? What happened? I don– wait, why wouldn't I be fine?" you asked, swallowing multiple times trying to ignore the itch in your throat. It was an uncomfortable thirst, very annoying.

"Oh, Y/N," he removed himself from you, sitting on a chair you failed to notice before and he grabbed your hands gently. "You went to where I'm staying at the worst time possible and… I regret not telling you this before, but look, I'm a vampire," opening his mouth, he showed you the pointy canine teeth, closing it when he saw your widened eyes.

"I wasn't there, but I think Alistair was and you… I don't know what happened but when I got back you were dying… I couldn't hear your heartbeat, and that scared me so, so much…" locking eyes, he stayed silent after that sentence, because you knew what had happened next.

The reason why you could still see the world, why you were breathing, why you were thirsty.

He bit you.

The friend you had fallen for, the handsome and mysterious stranger that had arrived in town the next day your parents, the famous part of hunters had left, had turned you into one of his own species…

"Felix…" you whispered, weak hands squeezing his stable own, and he removed his eyes from your blood red ones, ashamed.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I didn't know what to do, I couldn't… I couldn't lose you. You're very special to me, since the moment I first saw you," his voice broke, a sob coming from his pinky lips as he strengthened his gaze on your hands, then finally raised his head to look at your eyes, a single tear falling from his eyes.

"... and I love you, too, a lot. You don't know how happy I was that time when you called my name after I asked if we could be friends," he paused, wiping his tears with one hand and breathing in before he continued. "And you also don't know how… devastated I was when I saw you almost lifeless on the floor. I understand if you hate me for doing this to you, but I had–"

"I don't hate you" you muttered, interrupting his babbling. He looked at you with teary eyes, almost afraid to say anything else, but silently begging for confirmation of what you said.

"I don't hate you, I can't. I love you, Lix, as… as more than a friend, so thank you. Thank you for not letting me die," you smiled, sitting in the bed so you could clean his tear stained cheeks. He still couldn't let go of your hands, keeping his own on top of yours as you touched the delicate cold skin of his beautiful face.

"I'm a little thirsty, though, and I don't believe you have a spare bloody bag in your pockets, do you?" he sat too straight on the chair at your mention of blood, standing up and leaving somewhere to later return with a mug in his hands. It was the same mug you prepared tea that first time.

"I knew you would be hungry, so I brought you this."

You arched a brow, suspiciously staring at the liquid inside the mug. "Where'd you get this from?"

"Ah, I didn't– it's not stolen. I buy them from the local hospital, I have a few in my suitcase," he explained, now giving you some peace because while he was a vampire, at least he didn't drain from people like others.

You drank the blood (which honestly, it tasted delicious) and your urgent thirst calmed down, thankfully, and when you were about to take the mug to the kitchen, Felix stopped you, taking it from your hand and telling you to lay in bed again because you were still recovering, rushing to wash it and return with you, still sitting in the chair.

The night was dissipating, the start of the sunlight giving new space to another day, and you felt exhausted, trying hard to be away from it. The headache you woke up with decreased after trying the blood, but it seemed to grow stronger with the sun decorating the sky.

"You should probably sleep, I can wake you up during the twilight. Get some rest, Y/N," his soft voice instructed, gushing you like you were a kid.

"Get in bed with me, please?" you asked him, moving to the side and patting the free space next to you. He seemed hesitant, but he followed your orders to make you happy, awkwardly getting under the blankets of your bed and staying still. You wanted to laugh and made fun of him for that, but you were too tired and in obvious need of rest so you passed your arm through his middle and rested your face on his chest, where his heart should be beating, and fell asleep to him rubbing your back.

Later on, you feel someone gently shaking you awake, opening your eyes to meet Felix who was still lying in your bed, cuddling you under the blankets.

"How'd you feel?" he asked as you rubbed your eyes, blinking away your remaining sleepy state.

"Better, thanks. Did you sleep?" he nodded, sighing and standing up.

"I know you're a bit weak still, but I need to teach you the basics to vampiric life, Y/N," Felix said, his voice serious and tone stern like a professional who had done that multiple times. You could only sigh, but stood up regardless.

That night, Felix taught you everything he knew; the best way to get blood, what you could do in case that you were ravenous and there weren't any blood bags left, and how to get your senses to afine better, and he also told you some rules that you thought were only myths, like having to be invited inside a household to be able to enter, the morning sunlight weakening you, as well as crucifixes, rosaries and holy water because they would burn and healing from those wounds would take more time than normal wounds.

"Why don't… why don't we try replacing human blood with animal blood?" you asked him, confused. The two of you were sitting on the grass in some place deep in the scary forest next to your house, looking at him next to you.

"You could do that, if you can tolerate the taste. I personally don't recommend it, animal blood tastes like… wait, think of rotten raw meat. That's what animal blood tastes like, to me at least, but don't worry, my parents had a fortune and I use that money to buy bags at the hospital, or sometimes I even pay homeless people to let me drink from them, not too much of course," he explained, looking anywhere while he tried to describe what he usually did.

"Oh" you lied on the grass, looking at the stars above you, "I didn't know that."

"There's a lot to discover, Y/N. There are some things that I can't describe to you, things you need to experience" he lied on the grass as well, staring at you instead of the sky. "Lucky for you, you won't be alone."

"Lix?" he hummed, animating you to continue. You bit your lip, hurting yourself a little with your new sharp fangs. "Can you kiss me?"

He nodded, moving his arms to rest on his elbows and then hovering over you. He placed a hand on your cheek, caressing it gently, and then his face got closer to you, not really touching yours but close enough that you could feel the ghost of them over your own.

"Say it again and I'll do it."

"Kiss me," and after hearing your demand, he happily complied to it, being mindful of your fangs and his, sweet and gentle but also intense.

You don't know how long that kiss lasted, because there was no need to breathe air anymore; what you did know was that you hadn't had any kiss like that before and that you were eager to kiss him again, this time adding hands exploring his body.

"Fuck, that felt so good, can I touch you while you kiss me this time? Y-you can touch me too if you want…" you proposed. If you were still a human, you were more than sure that you would be blushing in that moment, the stuttering giving away your nervousness.

You waited for him to nod, and when he did it was your turn to hold his face in place and kiss him again, this time with second intentions poorly hidden between the breathtaking kiss.

Your hands moved from his face to rest on his shoulders, then to his shoulders and that's where you took a pause in the wet kiss, saliva connecting you to him but you didn't care, maneuvering to push him to the grass and sit on his hips, a surprised huff coming from with his a laugh that got quickly interrupted by another kiss and your hands resting in his chest, legs on each side of his hips and your centre slightly pressed over him.

When you separated from him, you were breathless. Not because you needed air, but because you were desperate, you needed something else, you needed him.

"Wow, Y/N, I'm very happy that you really like me, but what if we take a short break, baby?" Felix asked, placing his hands on your hips and sitting with his back straight looking at your eyes.

"But I don't wanna rest, Lix," you pouted, resting your forehead against him. "I… I don't know what is happening to me but I need you, I wanna have you" you cried out.

You couldn't see him, but his eyes widened as he made an important realization. "Oh," was the sound he made when the imaginary light bulb over his head shone.

"That's… part of the transformation, darling. I thought it was just a myth, but newborn adult vampires usually get… horny when they're bonding with their creators. Apparently, it's because they share an unbreakable bond," he explained, but considering the ultra horny state that you were in you didn't catch any of that new information, you were too busy trying to figure out what was going on with yourself.

"Lixie, I liked kissing you but I need more than that, can you help me? Can you make me yours tonight?" you cried out to him, your hands turned into fists resting between the two of you.

"I can do that, let's head to your ho–"

"No, let's do it here, please?" you begged, arms wrapping around his neck and hips subtly rocking to get some release.

"We can get caught, love, we should better go to your house…" he said again, trying to talk some sense to you.

"It's the middle of the night, Felix, people are sleeping and we're in the middle of the forest, just take me here, I need it, I need you," you cried out again. He felt bad, because he was the reason why you were feeling like this, and he hated himself for causing you this discomfort.

"Alright, but if you want to stop don't hesitate to tell me," he finally said, kissing the tip of your nose when you nodded and he started taking off his jacket, placing it on the ground next to him, manhandling you to lay you there, him still between your legs and doing all of that while kissing you gently. You let him move you as he wanted, sighing in complete relief to feel him touching you.

Lifting your shirt to expose you, you helped him take it off you and then did the same procedure with your bottoms, staying completely naked under him, looking at him through hooded eyes while his hands carefully traveled through your soft skin, fingers leaving a surprisingly warm trail provoked by his cold digits, and then he rested his hands on your thighs, spreading them and looking at your wetness.

He cursed under his breath, fingers coming in contact with your sex making you shiver. He collected your essence with his middle and pointer finger and passed it up and down, stopping at your clit and rubbing it tentatively, earning a moan from you.

Felix groaned, continuing playing with you, making you grab one of his wrists, your other hand playing with your nipples, a choir of moans and pleasant sighs coming from your lips motivating Felix to keep going, the way you called his name let him know he was successfully making you feel pleased, the stimulation from the sounds you made making his cock harden under, he palmed himself, then with that same hand he started undoing the buttons of his shirt. After some struggling, he was finally done and just then he decided to slide a finger inside you, grunting when he felt your warm insides welcoming him greedily; you gasped, the strange intrusion feeling somewhat good.

He tested the waters with just one finger, deciding to put another in when you raised your hips and told him to go deeper, both of your hands above your head ripping the poor grass from underneath you in your squirming pleasure.

"That's it, princess. You're doing a great job taking my fingers," Felix hushed, scissoring his fingers inside you and massaging your clit. Soon enough, he managed to make you cum around his fingers, darkened eyes looking at your spasming cunt hugging his digits so tightly, he almost wanted to pull his hair out with his hands.

Pulling his fingers out of you, he kicked them clean from your juices, looking down at you before asking "do you feel better now? Maybe you need to rest."

You shook your head from side to side, eyes barely open from your spot on the floor.

"I still need you, Felix, I want to be intimate with you, I– I really need you," you pleaded, voice ducked up from all the previous moaning.

"Fuck, you… I can't tell you no," his hands went to undo his pants, pulling his hardened cock out and placing it in through your folds, coating it with your still fresh cum.

Your pussy throbbed when you felt him come in contact with you, you wanted to move but you knew better than to act on your own so you allowed him to do the honors himself, and when he finally did, he inclined and took your lips romantically, filling your insides while he kissed you so hungrily.

Straightening his back once he was inside you, he started slowly. Felix savored the view of you underneath him, arching your back and pulling your hair with one hand, the other around your throat while you babbled for him to keep going, telling him that he was doing good and trying your best to be coherent in your compliments for him. He thought you looked beautiful, because yes, vampirism does wonders, but you were still almost the same as before (or at least, your naked self looked exactly as he imagined) with your eyes as the only exception.

He bended again, to allow your adventurer hands to explore his body like he had explored yours, but surprisingly they just settled on his shoulders, nails leaving marks and scratches where they touched while you rolled your eyes in pleasure, the tightening of your walls warning him of your second orgasm of the night, and you came again, this time on his twitching cock. The sweet embrace of your velvety walls provoked him to cum inside you inevitably, and he let go, placing his head on the curve where your neck and shoulder connected, hissing in pleasure and whispering that he loved you, lastly kissing the skin under his lip so tenderly.

After the post orgasmic moment, he pulled himself out from you, putting in place his pants and taking off his shirt to cover you from the cold air dancing through the forest trees.

You put on your underwear, cuddling Felix on the floor, neither of you saying anything for a while.

"Felix, why was Alistair at your home? Who are they?" you timidly asked in a low whisper, knowing well that he could hear you.

"He's my creator. He turned me, he murdered my parents and then turned me to make me suffer. I've been trying to escape from him, he wants to kill me to get his hands on the fortune my parents left me back home," he explained, eyes looking up but not focusing on anything, memories of those times playing before his empty eyes.

"I'm so sorry that happened, I wouldn't know how to… oh shit. Oh, no" you stopped mid sentence, shutting up, a hand flying to your mouth to cover it.

Worried, Felix looked at you to try and decipher what was on your mind, until you answered his unasked question.

"How am I going to tell my parents?"

… and the silence returned. Both of you with different ideas in your head. You planned a fake funeral, while Felix tried to think of something not so tragic.

"Let's run away. Right now, we can go walking anywhere, where people don't know anything about us, what do you say?" he proposed, hugging you to his chest. Words got stuck in your throat, you couldn't do that…

Your parents raised you as a hunter, yes, but they did so because they loved you and only wanted the best for you, their only child…

"L–let's do it. Go pick up your things, I'll do the same, and leave a goodbye letter for them and my friends, then we can go anywhere, far from Alistair, far from my family. Far from where I died."

Nodding once you voiced your opinion about Felix's plan, you got dressed again, walking with Felix to get his stuff and then to your house to pack what you would want to wear.

Lastly, you sat on the table where you and he had tea for the first time, taking the freshly written letter and leaving it at your favorite seat at the table, walking out of the house holding your suitcase in one hand, Felix's hand in your other hand, and mentally saying goodbye to your beloved home.

'Dear parents,

While you were away during your business trip, someone new arrived in town. I fell in love with him, and he did too. I'm sorry I can't hug you one last time, I'm sorry that we won't be able to reunite again, but I hope you can understand I'm doing this to make it less painful.

I love you, I'll always love you and remember you. Thanks for raising me and teaching me all you know.

With love,

You cried, walking anywhere with heavy footsteps, your stomach rumbling and your salty tears blinding your vision, until you arrived at a bakery that seemed to still be open. Suddenly, all you could concentrate on was the freshly baked bread in front of you, so fluffy, still steamy, it was mo-

“Hey, are you okay?” someone asked in your direction. You turned to face the stranger, finding a kid a little older looking back at you, he was clearly waiting for a response, one that you felt incapable of giving.

“Ah, you’re hungry, right?” the key word caught your attention, and you shyly nodded. The other kid extended his hands, waiting until you took it and then guiding you inside the bakery, right before a woman closed the entrance door.

“Mom, can I give them a piece of bread?” the stranger asked the adult. The unknown woman was looking outside the window, you suspected that she was probably waiting for her husband, and without looking, she simply hummed and said ‘of course, my darling.’

Once the darling kid heard the approval, he hurried to take you where the recently baked bread was, and told you to pick one, whichever you wanted. “B-but I don’t have any money…” you explained, tears forming in your eyes again as your mind went to the moment when you were left by yourself so many hours ago.

“Don’t worry, my grandma and I baked this, and you seemed like you needed help,” you looked away when he said the last part, facing the ground.  He tried to change the topic while you ate, savoring the food in your hands. “You look a lot younger than me, you know? It makes me wonder…  Where are your parents?” 

Right after those words left his mouth, you questioned yourself. All that you knew was the life you had with your mother. What would happen now that you were completely alone?

“I…” You started, clearing your throat to swallow the knot that had formed in your throat. “I don’t know my dad and my... My mom left me…” you whispered, wiping the tears that had started falling from your face at the mention of the event of that same day. The kid looked at you in silence for a few seconds, contemplating what to say in his head.

“Well, maybe you can stay with us. Mom always wanted a daughter, I’m sure she won’t have any problem with letting you stay here,” he smiled. “My name’s Seungmin, by the way,” he said, giving you a kind smile. You answered back, introducing yourself and smiling for the first time since you waved goodbye to your mother.

Seungmin left, ‘I will tell my mom that you’ll be staying with us,’ he said after promising that he would come back as soon as she gave an answer. It didn’t take long for him and his parents to look for you, and welcome you to their cozy little home.

Everything after that happened in a blur; Seungmin’s mother and grandmother taught you to bake, sew and a lot of different things that you thought were really helpful. Seungmin taught you how to read as well, and his father tried to teach you numbers, which you really didn’t like, but accepted the lessons because you knew they did it to help you. 

That’s how you spent years with the Kim family, they were really united, and their happiness helped you forget about your mother sooner than you had realized. 

Sometimes, when it was a slow day in the bakery you were allowed to go out and have a walk around the town, but you always went to your hidden place, a beautiful pond far away from where people walked frequently. You always went there when you wanted a moment of peace, and coincidentally, there was almost always a cat that visited and curled up at your feet when it saw you arrive. It was a very curious cat that you ended up naming Honey from how often you and it were together in that place.

On the day of your 20th birthday, Seungmin’s parent allowed you to take the day off, and so you happily walked out, book in one hand and freshly baked bread on the other as you went straight to the beautiful pond that had become a place of peace in your heart and mind, and there it was again. Honey the cat waited for you, waving its tail and observing you with its big eyes, paying attention to your every move.

You thought that it was strange at first, the little kitty you used to feel a connection with wasn’t behaving as its usual self. Maybe it had an injury, or something…?

“Hey, Honey, are you okay? You seem a little different,” you spoke to the animal, carefully stepping towards it. Honey just blinked, still staring at you. The continuous eye contact made you feel a little uneasy, but you still advanced towards it, extending one hand to pat its head carefully.  The cat, finally reacting, moved away from you, and the next thing happened in a blink of an eye.

Fog appeared from nowhere, and there was the cat used to be before, stood a man, very handsome if you had to add. He had big eyes, with long eyelashes that made his face look so angelic, yet even if he was one of the most gorgeous beings you had seen, his grimacing expression let you know to be careful with your words. 

The thing was, how were you supposed to be careful with what you say, when you just witnessed a cat you’ve known for years transform into a human like yourself? You don’t remember screaming just like you don’t remember falling to the ground in horror, and of course you also forgot how the human-cat pinned you to the ground with a hand on your mouth.

“Shut up, Y/N. I’m still Honey, calm down,” he shushed you, his voice not like one you’d heard before, but more unique, calmness in his tone as he tried to make you stop screaming.

“Y/N, can you stop wiggling under? I have to tell you a lot of important information, please cooperate with me,” he frustratedly said, making you look at him more closely, and right when your eyes met his, you knew that you didn’t have to be scared of him. He removed the hand from your lips, and stepped back, sitting on his knees.

“Listen, I am your familiar. Your mother sent me to you, to take care of you,” he started talking, but you closed your eyes listening to what he was saying, raising a hand to stop him.

“Wait, wait, hold on. You’re wrong. I don’t have any ‘’family’, I used to have a mother, but she abandoned me! What are you talking about?” you shouted, hysterical laughter coming from the deepness of your chest. Who was this person, and what did they want?

“I know your mother, and that’s how I know you too. She’s a witch, and you are too. That’s the reason why I’ve been with you since she left you.”

“A witch, you say?” you laughed again, this time from incredibility. “There’s no such thing like witches, dwarves or trolls! Listen, this was a good job, with a lot of production but it’s not funny. Go trick someone else and leave me al-”

“Today’s your birthday. You’re turning 20, it’s been 11 years and 9 months since your mother left you. You are living with the Kim family, the ones who own the bakery, and your best friend is Yang Jeongin, from three houses down your street,” he interrupted you, dropping that information, obligating you to listen to what he said. Chills ran down your spine when he finished.

“S-so what?” you stuttered. You cursed your ability to appear calm and collected. “That only proves that you’re a creep. Just stop, man. You’re not gonna make me believe that what you’re saying is true,” standing up, you wiped your butt and fixed the wrinkles on your clothes, picked up the book that fell from your hand after your arrival, and then you turned your back to him to leave the pond.

“Your mother’s name is Celest, Celest Termysia,” upon hearing that, you stopped in your tracks and turned to look at him. Your mother’s name… while her first name seemed normal, her last name always made people turn to give her a look, you remember the way she hugged you when the two of you went out and people made faces at you. 

“You can know that by asking the people here. Everyone knew us, except the Kim’s because they had just arrived. Knowing her name doesn’t prove anything,” you reasoned, getting annoyed at his attempts to convince you that he was telling the truth, but he had a triumphant smile on his face that took you by surprise.

“Her last name has a hidden meaning. That’s the answer to the situation, it’s an anagram. Termysia, mysteria, she really lived up to her name, being all secretive and-” he stopped, looking at your confused expression. You remember her, your mother, explaining the origin of her last name to you when she was putting you to bed.

“Me and your aunts are named Termysia because that’s the name our Father chose. 12 mysterious daughters, each with different missions,” the flashback left your head as quick as it had arrived.

“Okay. I’m starting to trust you more, there’s no way anyone else besides us knew that. Tell me what you wanted to say, something about taking care of me? please, go on,” you motioned with your hand after you sat down on the floor again, encouraging him to start talking once again.

“Your mother told me to watch over you. She never really left you alone. I've been by your side after that day. She instructed me to reveal myself as your familiar on your 20th birthday, happy birthday, by the way. That’s all, I’m going to be by your side my whole life.”

“You’re my ‘familiar’? What does that even mean, what are you supposed to protect me from?” you asked, resting your weight on your arms, hands touching the grass to ground you.

“Being a familiar means that I’ll be learning and helping you learn about your nature, and to disguise myself I’ll have to transform into an animal. I cannot abandon you, every witch has a familiar, and experienced witches get to choose their daughter’s animal. Your mother paired us, good luck trying to get rid of me,” he laughed, bitterly. That didn’t go unnoticed by you, maybe he was on bad terms with your mother.

“Alright, so we’re somehow connected because my mother was a witch and she put… I don’t know, invisible thread between us or something like that? What am I supposed to do with all this information, huh?” it was the last part that you wanted to know more than anything. Were you supposed to start learning witchcraft, fly in brooms and laugh horribly? That didn’t seem like a lifestyle you wanted, especially since thanks to the Kim’s you had planned together a better future, and you were supposed to marry Changbin from the Seo household. Honey looked clueless.

“I guess… Look, your mother didn’t give me much intructions. Trust yourself, listen to your instincts and magic will come to you naturally,” he said, then he stood up to stretch. “My real name is Minho, if you want to know,” he said, winking at you at the end. You giggled when you heard his name, earning a raised eyebrow from him.

“Meditate, then try to do simple things like controlling the air, or-”

“You know what? Maybe we should go on a trip, you and I. I think both of us could benefit if we manage to find my mother. You can tell her to free you from being my familiar, and I can ask her why the hell she left me, what do you think?” you stood up again, this time with determination in your eyes which meant you wouldn’t be convinced to stop with that plan.

“Do you know where to find her?” the before cat asked, grinning when he saw you froze and thought about that inconvenience. You cursed at him in your head, because he had a point. The only smart thing you thought of doing was asking back “do you?” and when he shook his head up and down, you smiled in relief.

“When do we leave, then?” he simply asked, standing up himself, shyly stepping forward in your direction. 

“Right now. Quick. transform into the cat, I’ll go with Seungmin and tell him that I found you and that I’m going to return you home, okay? please behave like a normal cat,” you pleaded, waiting for the fog to appear and look at Honey’s familiar, cuter self.

When you arrived home, the only people in there were Seungmin and his mother, to whom you approached, familiar resting in your arms, and you told them you would be leaving in a few days so you could prepare everything for your journey with the cat.

The day arrived, you had a variety of food, appropriate traveling clothes, and comfortable shoes. You were about to leave, after saying goodbye to everyone when Seungmin’s mom gave him a bag, and he followed you after you left the house. You thought he was joking, following you around until some point, but he was persistent. 

You had reached the skirts of the forest when you turned to face him a little annoyed. “Why are you following me?” you asked, dropping your own bag and crossing your arms over your chest. 

“Mom ordered me to come with you. It is dangerous just for one person to roam like it’s nothing. They want to make sure you’ll be back for the engagement with the Seo boy,” he explained, rolling his eyes and indicating to you to keep walking by moving his hands the way you told him you didn’t like.

“So you’re coming with me, as a bodyguard because your mom told you to?” you asked to reassure that you understood him correctly. When he nodded, you rolled your eyes and let a sigh escape your lips, but you turned your back at him, sharing a look with your newly discovered familiar and you quietly started walking again, now completely aware that your friend was following you. The first thought that got to your head after processing the situation was to not let Seungmin see Honey in his human form, you wouldn't like to scare him.

You traveled an entire day, until it got too dark and you told Seungmin that you wanted to rest, and that leaded to you and your companions sitting by a fire, blankets on the comfiest spots of grass you could find with the limited lighting you had, provided by the half moon on the sky. 

The ground should be enough for a night until you arrive at the next town.

Seungmin told you that he was tired from all the baking he did the day before starting the journey, but luckily he had some extra bread that he offered to you after hearing your stomach grumble in the morning before continuing. You happily took it and ate half, giving the rest to the cat and earning a strange look from your extra companion. You confronted him, asking if there was a problem, and Seungmin sighed, but decided to voice his opinion.

“Why are you giving it food? I gave it to you, not the cat,” he said. 

You stopped in your tracks, turning around to look at him dead in the eye. Hon- Minho, in cat form, looked up at you from his place in your arms. He had woken you up after Seungmin fell asleep to try and convince you to keep walking and leave him there, since he complained that he didn’t like him, but you told him no and decided to stay. You couldn’t believe that Seungmin and him didn’t get along at all, even if they didn’t know each other. It was too funny to believe.

“Why? Little Honey hasn’t done anything to you, in fact, he doesn’t like you either,” you rolled your eyes, shrugging and then turning to keep walking straight in the little path that other foreigners had traced on their way to your town. Seungmin had to run to catch up with you.

“I didn’t say I didn't like the cat. I just… abhor it. I think I’ve seen it before, also. It seems like a very familiar cat, to be honest,” he commented, sharing a look at the animal in your arms. You tried to laugh, nervously, afraid that he had found out your secret.

‘You’re overthinking things, Y/N. He’s just worried for the sudden trip, calm down,’ the logical part of your brain told you, and just as the anxiety had come, you breathed in and cleared your thoughts, visibly relaxing.

“It’s just a cat, Seungmin. Maybe you saw a different one, come on. We must be near the closest town, let’s keep walking, okay?” Seungmin nodded, ignoring the cat situation and just following you in silence. 

During the course, you and him started about daily things, such as the people in the town, how the business was going, some books you and him had read recently; all the talking made the arrival at the next town faster, it was almost like time flew, even if the proof were your feet hurting from walking so much. It was the evening when you arrived, both of you hungry and a little tired, but safely in your destination.

“I used to have a lot of friends when we lived here, come on, maybe we can stay with one of them,” Seungmin took your hand, guiding you somewhere in particular. You didn’t say anything, just looked down at the cat and both of you followed Seungmin until you reached a house that looked pretty big on the outside.

He knocked on the door two times, and by the third you heard a distant ‘coming!’ from the inside, which made you and Seungmin share a look, he smiled at you reassuringly, and then the door was open to reveal a young man with a bright smile on his gorgeous face, you couldn’t help but blush when you and him shared an initial look.

“Hyunjin! Do you remember me? It’s me, Seungmin, from the bakery,” Seungmin greeted, gaining his friend’s attention. The other man blinked, looking from you and him and quickly turning his confused expression into a smile as the gears in his head worked to remind him about Seungmin.

“Of course! Please, come on in,” he moved to the side to let you both inside, you followed him all the way to a wide living room, where the three of you sat down to chat. ”Tell me, how have you been, how is your family? Uhm, is this your partner? Nice to meet you, I’m Hwang Hyunjin,” he directed to you, extending his hand to shake yours. You smiled shyly, introducing yourself as well and looking at Seungmin for help.

“My family is well, I hope yours is too. This is Y/N, they’re like… a sibling to me, we found them after we moved, and they have stayed with us since then, they are getting married soon, though,” Seungmin explained, laughing a little at the end and giving you a side-eye look, but you simply nodded.

“Oh, that’s great, and may I ask what the two of you are doing in this town?” Hyunjin asked, but the question wasn’t directed at Seungmin, which was quite strange to you. The person you had just met seemed… suspicious of you. Something in your head made you want to stand up and run, run far from the house, from the town. From Hyunjin.

The first impression you had of him… It had been guided by his appearance, he was handsome, he had beautiful skin, hypnotizing eyes and lips that looked so kissable. He was also tall, taller than Seungmin, and way taller than your  fiance-to-be, and the clothes he was wearing, a loose white shirt and comfy pants made him look like he was a house husband, you had to admit that you were infatuated by him, but now that you saw the way he looked at you when he made that question… It sent chills down your spine, almost as if he knew exactly who you were. 

“Uhm, well I found this cat, and since it doesn’t belong to anyone in our town, we thought maybe it got lost, so I wanted to return it…” you explained, stroking the ears of said cat that was resting on your arms. Swung in just nodded at your explanation, continuing to take on the conversation while you excused yourself to take some fresh air. 

Walking away a little, your familiar transformed into his human form, cautiously walking towards you with concerned eyes. “Are you okay, Y/N?” Minho asked, slowly putting his hands on your arms to hold you as you shook your head. “I feel a little uneasy, can you give me some space?” You asked, placing one hand in your head and not returning his look. 

“I can’t do that, Y/N. I…” he sighed, letting go of you and sitting down on the grass. He took. Deep breath before continuing “I don’t like that Hwang dude, he’s not a regular human. He did something to you,” Minho commented, looking at you afraid of missing something regarding your reaction to his reasoning. 

“Don’t worry, it’s just a façade. We won’t be staying the night with him, we’re leaving as soon as we can,” you said, trying to give him your most reassuring smile which came like a painful expression, making Minho make fun of you. 

Maybe you hung out a lot with him in his cat form, but his presence was more comfortable, you didn’t feel as weirded out as when you saw Hyunjin looking straight at you. Simply remembering that gave you chills. You preferred Minho’s company over his, over Seo Changbin, and even over Kim Seungmin. You felt like Minho could understand you better, and under his tough skin, you knew deep under he had a warm heart. 

“Y/N?” A voice disrupted into the quietness that you and the half cat had fallen into. He quickly transformed, and you turned to look at seungmin walking towards you. “It’s time for dinner, Hyunjin can host us for today, and tomorrow we’ll go back home, okay?” You listened, taking the hand he offered you to stand up, and then you walked to his friend’s home. 

Dinner was awkward, to put it someway. Hyunjin seemed too interested in you, a rainstorm of questions about who you were –where you came from, where you lived, who you were friends with– made you the center of attention. 

You couldn’t take it any longer, so almost done you decided to stand up “I need to bat an eye,” you excused yourself with a poor smile, and then you left towards the room that would be yours for the night. 

You couldn’t wait until midnight to get as further away from there as you could. 

You laid in the large bed, Minho’s cat form rested peacefully next to you, purring as you passed your hand through his fur until he opened his eyes and looked at the direction of the door. You stopped, looking at him with hope. 

The animal stood up, and jumped out the window without wiring for you. 

You stood up on your toes, afraid of making any noise and waking up the men in the rooms conjuncting with yours, then you joined the familiar outside the window, running as quietly as you could. 

Waiting for you in human form again, Minho saluted you with a sly smirk which you corresponded, and then you followed him. During the evening, you had been practicing a little bit of magic, succeeding in summoning light in the form of floating orbs, and also making tiny flames of fire come out of your body. Maybe you hadn’t realized, but you were way more tired than what you allowed to seem. 

“Jump on my back, Y/N. You’re too tired, I’ll carry you,” your familiar got your attention. You looked at him, a little stunned until you analyzed what he said. 

“No, I don't want you to carry me, you must be tired too. Let’s sleep on the grass, what do you think?” You stopped walking, examining the floor to find a comfy looking spot of fluffy grass. Minho sighed, but he gave in after you bit your lip trying to avoid a yawn. 

“If you prefer to sleep in the grass than have me carry you, choose a spot and we’ll stay here until the sun comes up, okay?” You nodded, sitting on the grass and then allowing your back to feel the floor. You stretched in pleasure, trying to accommodate yourself. 

A few minutes passed, your familiar was looking up at the sky with his eyes closed in front of you, and you wondered what he was doing. 

“I’m trying to find anything that would mean danger to us. You can sleep, I’ll be guarding you,” he reassured you, eyes still closed as he felt your eyes on him. You nodded, hoping that he would hear the noise of your moving head and then turned to sleep a little, curling in a ball because of the wind. 

After what was probably almost an hour, you heard Minho whispering if you were still awake, and you nodded in annoyment, opening your eyes and facing him. “Can’t sleep, too cold,” you explained, hugging yourself. You saw him blush a little before offering to keep you warm himself. 

You excitedly agreed, because no matter which method he could use with you, you wanted to stop feeling so cold. 

You watched him lay down, feeling his arms drag you towards him and hug you protectively, his hands slowly drawing figures on your back to help soothe you until you fell asleep as he rambled about all and nothing at the same time. 

“Can I kiss you, Y/N?” He asked, looking from your eyes to your lips, a tint of pink decorating his handsome face. You nodded, placing your hand on his arm and shifting so he could kiss you better. 

When his lips connected with you, you couldn’t help the smile that appeared on your face. It was a sweet kiss, started innocently but as seconds progressed, passion was born, and quicker than you wanted to admit, the two of you were making out, you under him with heavy breath. 

“I wanna touch you, can I?” He asked for permission again, kissing you but allowing you time to give your response. A breathy yes, that sounded more like a plea became music to his ears, and he started a trail of kisses down your chin, to your chest, and over your clothes, and just when he was about to lift your shirt, you placed your hand on top of his and with panic in your eyes, you started to say no instead. 

“We can’t do this, I’m so sorry, please stop,” you cried out, sitting down and moving away from him. Your partner was annoyed, but more hurt than anything, you could hear the disappointment in his voice when he asked;

“Did I do something wrong? Why do you want to stop now?”

A single tear left your eye, born by guilt. 

“I’m going to marry Seo Changbin. I can’t do this, because I will get married once we go back, his family is very respeta–“

Minho crawled to you and gently pushed you down by your chest, lips centimeters away from yours, and before kissing you more fiercely, he said “fuck Seo Changbin, you’re with me right now,” and with that sense of reason, you hugged his neck with your arms and allowed yourself to this moment of passion. 

“You don’t even love him, Y/N. Let yourself be loved by me instead, baby,” he kissed your jaw, hands slowly tugging your clothes, and after you nodded, he smiled one more time. 

“I’ll make you mine tonight, I’ll treat you so good you’ll forget the name of Seo Changbin and his family,” Minho grinned, and after that, he started undressing you. Your shirt came off first, letting him more skin to kiss, lick and bite as his other hand interés your underwear and toyed with you, fingertips caressing you and feeling just how wet you were from all the previous making out. 

You spread your legs for him, balancing your weight in one arm while your free hand rested around his left wrist on the hand that had made its way into your crotch. 

He rubbed you tentatively at first, waiting to hear your reaction to the vulgar touches on you, enjoying all the noise you made, his fingers felt ungodly great on your sex, but the moment he pressed a specific point, you choked around nothing, wriggling for him as you babbled “do that again!” Incoherently. 

You were feeling better and better as he kept touching you, moaning and gasping whenever he did something new until he stopped, and you turned to see him shifting in his place, helping you out of your bottoms and finally letting you completely naked for his pleasure, and then the magic continued. 

Minho carefully slid a finger inside you, groaning from how tight you felt, using his other hand to play with you. The mix of being touched and full made you roll your eyes, raising your hips to get more of such filthy satisfaction, until a moment when you feel like something had exploded in you and your whole body started to shake, gasping as you allowed yourself to drown in that ecstasy. 

“Ah, Min, I want more, please take me!” You cried out after almost fully recovering from what you supposed was an orgasm. 

“Well, since you’re asking so nicely,” he started, sitting down on his knees and undoing the zipper of his bottoms, placing himself between your open legs, “guess I’ll make you mine now, huh? Ready?” You nodded, licking your lips and verbally giving him an answer, and you observed him stroke himself, then you felt his tip against you, and slowly he started entering you. 

You had your hands on his back and shoulders, digging your nails on his skin as he started to pull out and then go back inside you again.

It was almost like an art, you thought, maybe a dance, a dance so explicit that the only capable of enjoying the choreography were just you and him, but at the same time you couldn’t really describe what you were feeling. 

He was enjoying this too, if you could tell from the noises he made, and so you decided that if he indulged in pleasure, you would do the same, meeting him halfway and trying to help reach another orgasm, this time together. 

You knew that you liked it, you knew that you wanted more, and you knew that you would be going to hell, if there was even one. Why did the pleasurable things have to be so sinful?

Minho treated you carefully, the night time passed rather quickly and sooner than you had expected, the two of you were a naked mess in the very early morning. Minho had kept his promise of making you forget about the cold, and you didn’t fall asleep at all, your attention going to somewhere else, focusing on each other’s bodies and pleasure instead. 

It had been an eventful night, one that did exactly what was intended for on Minho’s part: make you forget about your arranged marriage. 

“You know, if you’re tired you can sleep on my back,” Minho offered after the two of you were fully dressed and about to continue. There was no way you would decline the offer this time, since you hadn’t batted an eye the night before. 

That’s how you followed his instructions, and soon after you were secured on his back dead asleep, your head resting on his shoulder, and your legs around his waist. 

When you opened your eyes next, you were still in the middle of nowhere, the scenery being of all trees, and a little far, a tiny cabin that seemed older than granny Kim. “Have we arrived?” Your sleepy voice asked, earning a hum from Minho. 

“Yes, this is where your mother chose me as your familiar. She should be here, come on, let’s go see her,” he said, talking to you in such a kind tone of voice that made you feel like a kid again. You didn’t want to walk on your own, feeling too comfy on Minho’s back. 

You were nearing the front door of the cabin more and more, until you were just a few steps away and Minho grabbed your wrist, stopping you from stepping further.

“No matter what your mother tells you, you are special, and maybe it wasn’t my choice to become your familiar willingly, but growing up with you and getting to know you has been great. I’m proud of the woman that you are and I’m impressed by your strength, okay?” You nodded, heart pounding as you heard his every word. “Alright. Let’s talk to your mother,” he said, stepping forward instead, giving you a quick hug and a kiss on your forehead before opening the door himself. You followed him blindly. 

The inside of the cabin didn’t appear as scary as the outside; it kept way more space inside than what you would’ve imagined just from looking at it from afar. This used to be a home before, with its own kitchen and dining space, but mostly for sleeping, as you saw many beds taking up a quarter of the whole room, then a corner on the other side which you hoped that it was bathroom. 

Sadly, you didn’t have much time to look into the details of the cabin, because after stepping inside, your familiar had adapted a defensive pose, making you peer from his shoulder to take a look right in front of you; right there, sitting on the lead chair of the table rested Hwang Hyunjin, a beautiful woman was sat next to him, apparently asleep since her face was sprawled on the table and no signs of coherence from her. 

“Ah, so my suspicion was correct. You are Celest’s daughter, and you’re looking for answers, correct?” He stood up, placing himself in front of the unconscious lady behind him so you could focus on him instead. 

You swallowed, holding Minho’s arm tightly. To say that you were scared was a misunderstanding. You were feeling more than simple fear from the situation, your head started to hurt and tensed from Hyunjin’s mere presence. It was as if your intuition warned you that he was up to no good. 

“What do you want from them?” Minho asked, keeping his protective pose in front of you. Hyunjin smiled evilly, putting his hands together before licking his lips and answering:

“Their blood.”

“I won’t let you have that, buddy. Whatever you need it for, must be something bad, if you want to see at least one drop of their blood, it’ll be over my dead body,” he said, dropping the pose and rolling his sleeves up instead, trying to provoke Hyunjin. 

“I don’t have time to play with you, kitty. Let’s make a deal, witch. You come with me willingly, and I let your mother free, or I kill her and your familiar, and keep you as my pet. Which one will be?” He asked, head tilted to the side as he waited for your immediate answer. 

Reuniting all the energy you could, and following the steps you had practiced before, you tried to burn him, but all that you managed to show was a quick spark, earning a deep laugh from the taller male. 

“You can laugh all you fucking want but I’m not going with you. All I want is two answers from you; first is, who the fuck are you, and the second is, what have you done to my mother?” You grunted, trying to appear confident in the magic you never knew you were capable of using. 

“I suggest you answer that, they may seem weak, but their punches are… powerful,” Minho added, moving to the side and sitting in one of the beds near the entrance. You found that strange, but decided to ignore it and focus on keeping your mind running to not let yourself fall on his mind games. 

“Do you honestly, truly think that I–“ 

He was about to keep complaining, but he fell to the floor mid sentence. Minho had jumped into fight mode in front of you again, until he saw the reason for Hyunjin's fall. 

Right behind, where you couldn’t see before because of Hyunjin’s frame, your mother held a pan on her hand, which she had probably used to knock Hyunjin, and when she looked up from the villain on the floor, a beautiful smile adorned her face. 

“My darling, Y/N,” she whispered, placing the pan on the table and rushing to hug you. You corresponded that hug happily, tears forming in your eyes as you focused on your mom. 

“I’ve missed you, mother! Why did you leave me all those years ago?” You sobbed, hands holding onto her clothes afraid that she would disappear into thin air. 

“I’m so sorry, my angel. I had to leave you, you were in too much danger by my side, the family is being hunt, I only wanted to keep you safe,” she explained with a painful expression, remembering that sour day where she disappeared from your life, “but now you know the truth, thanks to you familiar, and you will become a powerful witch, and you can teach your own coven like me and my sisters did, Y/N.”

“You will carry the family name to the next generation, and one day you’ll have to leave your children too, and once they reach your age, they’ll be ready to accept the magic, much like you are right now,” your mother said, finally ending her monologue. You had your answer, you heard her reason. 

“…unless you wanna go back to the life you had,” Minho added, sitting behind your mom to the side, looking at you. 

You looked down at your hands, you had your mother’s own hands in you, and you were lying if you said you didn’t miss her, but this was a big dilemma. She couldn’t leave, and expect you to accept her back without any consequences. 

“What will you do, Y/N?” She asked again, removing one of her hands from yours to caress your back. You closed your eyes trying to decide on an answer. 

Your life before… was really boring. You learned how to bake and do the house chores, you barely had free time, less expect free days, and you were supposed to get married to a stranger that you had only spoken to in one occasion. 

On the other side, being with your mom meant having your life compromised as a full time witch, and yes, it’d be nice to learn a trick or two that could come in handy, but she had betrayed your trust once, when you were a kid, and that still hurt even after knowing the reason. 

“I… don’t want any of those. I want a new life, somewhere else where I can start from zero. I will miss my friends, but I love myself more than to be forced into living in a way I don’t want. Please, teach me magic, but after I learn everything, I’ll go somewhere else,” you stated, giving a quick glance to your familiar who smiled approvingly after listening to you. 

“Very well, child. You can say farewell to the people you know, and when you’re ready I’ll be waiting for you here,” your mother said, opening the cabin’s door with a simple movement of her hand, proving how skilled she was as a witch. 

“What about him?” You asked, signaling to the unconscious man on the floor. Your mother was surprised by your concern. 

“I will erase his memory. He is a hunter, actually, I will give him poetic skills, so he believes he works as an artist instead of a hunter. No need to worry about him, darling.”

“A–and what about my– my familiar?” You nervously asked, remembering the promise you made to Minho at first. 

“What about him?” Your mother asked. 

“H–how long am I going to live? I told Y/N that since we’re not normal animals, we can live up to our human’s age,” Minho quickly interrupted. You hoped that this meant he would stay as your familiar. 

“He is correct, child. Now, Minho, go with them, make sure there’s no harm on their way, and I’ll be expecting the two of you here,” your mother said, standing up and giving the two of you a hug. 

Moment later, you found yourself walking back to where you came from, finding Seungmin having breakfast with a stranger Hyunjin. Curiously enough, your head didn’t hurt with his presence this time. 

“There’s something important I need to tell you,” you told Seungmin, taking his arm indicating him to come along with you. He followed, attentive to what you had to say. 

“I found the owner of the cat. It’s my mother,” you dropped, looking at Seungmin’s surprised expression, but leaving the best part for the end, “I won’t be going back with you.”

Your friend stayed quiet, trying to think what to say, you thought , but he smiled, and he gave you a hug too, and finally, he said “we will miss you, Y/N, please come visit us, you’ll always have a home with me, okay? We love you, and we hope that you can be happy with your new life.”

“Thank you so much for everything, I won’t forget to visionar you , Minnie. Please say goodbye to your family for me, I need to reunite with mine.”

He nodded, and the rest of the day you spent talking to him with a feeling of nostalgia, but excitement also was a prominent feeling that day. You couldn’t wait for the new adventures your mother had…

You ended up accepting, visiting him everyday at 3 pm. Those classes eventually evolved into something else, and sooner than you realized the two of you were in a beautiful relationship.

He got a better job, you did as well and then the two of you were living together in a little house in the forest by the river. He told you that if you wanted to stop working he could provide for the both of you. You had no children or were planning on having them soon, so you agreed and you would wait for him at home.

It was like that for a while, but things aren’t forever. He learned that the hard way; the day he lost you.

He left for work as usual in the morning, a smile on his face after he kissed you goodbye and left for his shift as normal. His day went as it usually would, by the end of the shift he would go to a flower shop and get a bouquet of roses, it was Friday, he remembered. He wanted to give that little detail and ask you out, have a little fun.

Jisung wouldn't have expected to see the police surrounding his house considering how far it was from the others, panic flooding his heart when he told them that it was his home and to please let him in.

One of the officers blocked the front door, warning him that he wouldn't like what he was about to see, Jisung's mind running through all the possible scenarios that could've happened while he was gone, peeking over the detective's shoulder and seeing something crimson staining the wall. He prayed that it was red paint, and that all these people were in his house because you fell, just that.

'Please, let it be an accident,' Jisung chanted in his head over and over after confirming that he wanted to step inside.

Following the trail of red, Jisung tried his best to ignore the intruders in his home, bumping into them as his only focus was to find you, until he eventually did, his blood running cold, body freezing upon what he saw.

You were in your bedroom, one of your hands holding one of your side that had the most blood, your other hand holding a pen and a bloodied note under it. He couldn't see your face, it was hiding with your extended arm, and even if he could Jisung would probably not want to see it. He couldn't bear it.

He almost wanted to throw up, he felt… weak. Hurt. This mere image of you lying lifeless in front of him, in one of the places that you brought so much life with your beautiful laugh, or your voice when you sang whenever you got up and made breakfast in the morning.

He wouldn't have that anymore. You weren't here anymore, someone had ripped you from his life. Someone had to pay for wha–

"Excuse me, sir? Are you related to her?" someone asked, bringing him back to reality. He breathed in, nodding.

"Her boyfriend…" he stuttered.

"She left a note, here it is," the person said, handing Jisung a little paper with scribbles and more blood on it. Writing it was probably the last thing you did, it must have cost you all the remaining energy you had.

'you're my happiness, I love you. Thank you for everything. I hope you can forgive me for hiding–'

… and that's where it ended. You last message to him and it wasn't even finished. He was sorry for not being there for you, or for making you feel like you couldn't tell him something. Were you hiding something? Why, why did you decide to not tell him? Was that why you weren't alive, kissing him because he arrived home? What was your secret?

What happened after that, Jisung had no clue. The following days he took care of your funeral and where he would bury you. The police closed the case because they assumed you had committed suicide, but that didn't sit right with him, Jisung knew the police were lazy and didn't care about what had really happened to you, unlike him.

He quit his job, out of sadness or rage against your murderer, he had no clue. He had set the goal of finding them to avenge you. It was all that was on his mind. He didn't know where to start looking for clues, probably in your stuff.

His other friends went to check up on him, tried to make him happier and show him that he wasn't alone, but he brushed them aside, becoming a hermit obsessed with finding who to blame for your death. Obsessed with the thought of you.

Did he succeed in that task? No. The little town started making fun of him, treating him like a mad man, no longer caring for the tragedy that ruined his life.

Jisung lived frustrated since that day, there was no moment in which he didn't regret what happened to you. Days passed, months passed, years passed, until he was no longer part of the place's society. He became an urban legend. Some mothers would tell their children that the mad man who lived in the forest would go looking for them and sacrifice them in exchange for his dead wife.

People exaggerated things, like calling you his wife when the two of you were never married in the first place, or saying that he would sacrifice kids just to have you back. That wasn’t right, everyone knew that.

Except that he did think about it; not sacrificing kids exactly, but giving up his own life so you could live yours. He wondered, what could possibly happen if he sold his soul? Was that even possible?

His mother taught him to not deal with unknown forces as a kid. His grandma showed him ways to protect himself from evil energies, and it was all for what? So he could sneak and steal books to study how to bring you back?

Jisung was smart and he was completely in love with you, but still he was in utter shock when a somber being took the form of one of his friends from Korea and asked him if he needed anything.

"I want my girlfriend back," Jisung said, serious tone demonstrating that even if he was scared, he wanted this more than anything.

"Very well," the shadow said, morphing Bang Chan's beautiful face with an evil smile.

"What are you asking from me in return for doing this?" the human asked. His friend laughed.

"Nothing, boy. Just look at you. You're drowned in despair, young man. There's nothing you can offer to me that I want. Consider this a favor, but I want you to remember, okay? Everything has consequences, and you, Han Jisung, will have to pay a lot for this," his neck hairs stood when he heard the impostor say his name.

Swallowing, he nodded, stood up from the floor where he was sitting, the noise of the water flowing in front of him deafened his ears, he had chosen that place in the river you adored so much, where he wanted to propose to you one day, and finally shook the creature's hand.

Jisung blinked, and the figure was gone, and he supposed that he would have to wait.

He would do it, happily, if all the time in the world flying meant that he would get to see you again, of course he would wait.

Patience was not one of Jisung's biggest virtues. He was excited, expectating, and he stayed in that spot, his back facing the tranquil river and eyes looking in the direction where you always walked when you and him went there to have a picnic. Nothing mattered to him, a normal person would've left after a few minutes, maybe even hours, but he didn't.

No, he stayed there, static after a few seconds, then the accumulated minutes became hours, then the sun shone above him hurting his eyes, but he still stayed there. He witnessed the passing of the sun through days, then months, and lastly, years even.

There was a moment where he questioned his sanity, but he felt guilty about it, you were worth losing it if that meant he would have you again.

Luckily, it seemed like the deal he made with the other force ridded him of normal necessities; he didn't feel hunger anymore, he didn't feel the need to talk to people again. And then he realized, he didn't feel anything.

Some people still wandered through the forest, playing by the river but they all ignored his presence. Some ran after seeing him just sitting there, expression blank, until eventually some brave people went up to him and tried to make him go away, resulting in a bloody mess, with those who attempted to hurt him being the ones harmed, almost dying by his hand.

That was how he realized he couldn't die, and it made him happy. Because when he finally finds you again he will be able to stay with you forever, until your last breath. That was what he wanted, to be with you, until the end of the earth because that's what you were to him, something beyond the love of his life. You were his earth, his planet, his whole universe, the sun that brightened his existence.

One day, after many centuries of waiting still like a statue, he heard three different voices, one of them getting his attention the most. This was the first time he ever moved in a long, long time, his extremities feeling stiff when he tried so hard to move; after he decided to stay put near the river people created urban legends of him, word passed of the haunted statue that was resting there and some even visited him.

Through all his years standing there he got to hear many stories, he got to witness many moments there; couples, kids playing, tourists wanting to ask him for wishes…

"I believe that we're close, I think I can hear the river," one unknown voice called. It was a masculome voice, one that he didn't really care about.

"You're the one with the map, Seungmin, if we're close you would have to know," responded the one voice he wanted to hear. He felt something for the first time in ages, he was hopeful to see you, but realizing what his state was… it probably wasn't a very bright idea.

"I can't believe he's the one reading the map, we could've just hired a guide, or even better, go fishing like normal people" a third voice intruded, sounding like they were here against their will.

Footsteps were becoming louder and louder as the trio neared him, and yes, he had moved but his body still felt like he was made of rocks. The closer you got, the more panic he felt; he wanted to laugh, he felt… human again. He felt as anxious as the first time you went to his house to study.

"Look, we got here!" a beautiful voice exclaimed. You found the spot where the famous statue resided, but no sign of any statue was there.

"Aw, I was really hoping to see it. At least now we know it was just a scam from the residents," the unnamed man said, gaining a sarcastic laugh from the taller one.

He was there, Jisung was viewing all of it happening in front of his eyes from behind a tree, deciding to hide because his appearance wasn't appropriate to meet your new reincarnated self.

You were as beautiful as before, and he felt his dead heart wanting to dance inside his chest. Seeing you again, hearing you, it was all worth it just like he hoped it would. You were alive again, and most importantly, you found him like he knew you would. Being able to see you so full of life, it was like falling for you once again.

"Too bad. I wanted a picture with it" you pouted, making Jisung feel a little sad.

"Let's go eat something," one of your companions said, patting your back comfortingly. Your other friend nodded, turning around.

"Yeah, this time I agree with Minho, Y/N. We better go eat."

Y/N… a beautiful fitting name, like the one you had before. There was no doubt that the being accomplished his part of the deal, making Jisung's impossible wish come true.

While you and your friends went to a restaurant, Jisung followed you, trying his best to go unperceived by everyone. He observed the clothing first, stealing some jeans and a goodie he found drying in someone's backyard and putting it on, then the problem were his shoes, because where could an undying man like him find cheap but modern shoes?

He ended up stealing a suitcase from a visitor, hurrying to go to his house and open the luggage, putting on what clothing seemed more appropriate for the time, then running back to where you were.

He observed you, every move you made and waiting for your friends to leave you so he could approach you and make the first move again. It took longer than what he was hoping for, but when you were finally alone he tapped your shoulder just like the first time.

"Excuse me," he started, shocked by how hoarse his voice came out, probably for neglecting his vocal cords for decades. He cleared his throat before he continued, "you aren't from around, right? I have a question…"

He watched your surprised expression, getting a little scared when your brows furrowed. Why were you so confused? Had you recognized him? Nah, he didn't think that could be possible.

"Sorry, do I know you? I think I've seen you before," you said, trying harder to focus and remember where you had seen this man. This sudden meeting, it was like it happened before, maybe in a dream. You weren't sure, the only thing you were certain was that you had seen his face somewhere else.

"No, I don't think we've met bef–"

"Hey, baby, who is this you're talking with?" he was suddenly interrupted by your smaller friend walking towards you and wrapping a protective arm on your waist. Jisung's heart almost broke again when he repeated the pet name he had called you in his head.

"Ah, Minho, hello. This person just said he had a question for me, because I'm not from here?" you explained, looking at Jisung with a raised eyebrow waiting for him to say the question.

The man in front of you stared intensely at how your boyfriend was holding you, words dying as he shook his head and blinked, saying a quick 'nevermind' and turning to walk away. What an awkward encounter.

"That was weird," Minho commented, letting go of you. You forced a smile, still trying to figure out where you had seen that stranger before.

You turned to face him, hesitating if to ask him or not but you decided to do it anyway. "Hey, do you remember seeing that guy before?"

"No, and he said that himself. We don't know him," Minho scoffed, laughing and turning around, calling Seungmin's name so he could reunite with you two.

That stranger… you could swear you'd seen him before, how else would you explain the sensation of deja vu when he approached you? Why did his voice sound so familiar as well? Maybe you'd dream of him, but then, why did you feel like he was a friend you hadn't seen in a while?

The three of you went back to the hotel, both Seungmin and Minho taking the elevator to the reserved room without you. 'I'm going to get a drink,' you explained, going to the bar while your brain still tried to remember where you'd seen that man before.

Sitting by yourself in a small table, looking at the scenery before you through the opened window, the sound of the chair in front of you brought you back to reality, the motive of that being the same person whose face you couldn't forget.

"You still need help?" you asked him, raising a brow as you took a sip from the alcoholic drink you ordered so you could sit there without being asked to leave.

"You know that was just an excuse to talk to you. I'm Jisung, by the way. I felt bad I couldn't present myself earlier and I saw you here alone, it was too much to be just a coincidance" he offered you a smile, his eyes shining while he looked at you.

"Nice to meet you, Jisung, I'm Y/N," you smiled back, bowing with your head after saying your name.

"It's a beautiful name, it really suits you" he winked after complimenting you, your cheeks slightly heating up after hearing the tone of confidence in which those words left his mouth.

Thanking him, you took another sip if your drink and turned from the window to face him.

"And were are you from, Jisung? Your face… I really feel like I've seen you before" you questioned, revealing that you hadn't dropped the familiarity if his face since your first encounter. He disimulated a smirk hiding behind his own drink.

"No, we don't know each other, I believe? Maybe I have one of those faces, you know? I certainly would remember if I saw anyone as beautiful as you" he winked, avoiding your gaze by looking out the window.

"I… I have a boyfriend," you mumbled, furrowing your brows and waiting for his reaction, but he didn't seem to mind. He just hummed when you said that as if he didn't care about Minho in the minimum.

"With how pretty you are I'm not really surprised," he winked, putting all his attention back to you. You were speechless, because not only did this man approach you, but you also couldn't decode what his real intentions were. It was very confusing to you.

"You're very flattering, Jisung. You're not too bad yourself, if you want my opinion," you chuckled, trying to not sound too awkward. It probably didn't work, because he chuckled.

"Might I ask, Y/N, what brought you here?" he suddenly asked, his eyes shining with clear curiosity.

"I don't really know. Since I was a kid I wanted to come here, then as a teen I started investigating places and I found a legend of a statue, the waiting man or something like that, it was called" you happily explained, excited about the story of the stone figure.

"The waiting man…?" he repeated your words, his face showed how he had no clue what you were talking about, then he asked: "do you know the story behind it?"

Nodding, you kicked your lips before you started explaining.

"Well, apparently it was a figure of a man whose wife was murdered, it said that they lived by the river so the man took his life there in so his woman could be reborn again, and heald dead, he sat seeing the horizon waiting to see her again" you sighed as you recalled what you read online. It was a beautiful story, but as you told it Jisung's eyes widened. You didn't comment anything about it.

"Ah, I see. That's a romantic yet tragic story" you nodded.

"Yeah, but it's just a myth. I went to see it today and there was nothing" your tone of disappointment didn't go unnoticed by him. He thought it was ironic that you were interested in him, but yet, that was what was supposed to happen. The only thing that took him by surprise was you having someone else. It didn't sit right with him, but he didn't know how to get rid of your new boyfriend, in a certain way he couldn't blame the other fool for falling for you.

"Such a shame. I'm sorry you couldn't see it," one of his hands covered your own that was resting on the table, it was a sweet moment.

"Have you thought about seeing the house they lived in?" he suddenly asked, gaining your attention successfully.

"Not really, no. I don't even think it exist," you shrugged.

"I know where it is, I can show it to you" Jisung smiled, making your unsure head scream at your brain to accept, and you surely did.

"That'd be cool, whe–"

"Let's go, then" he stood up quickly, drinking the rest of his drink in a long sip and extending his hand to you to take. Now it was your turn to have your eyes wide open in clear surprised.

"Wait, right now?" incredulous, you asked again. The man nodded, his arm getting closer to you urging you to take the invitation.

'What could possibly go wrong?' you asked yourself. The logical part in your brain rang with a loud alarm, telling you of possible scenarios where you very probably wouldn't come back from, but something very deep in you told you to accept. You wanted to trust him.

It was a miracle you remembered about the existence of smart, you took your and quickly send Seungmin your location so he could know where you last were, just in case. You knew you could trust him, which was the major reason why you decided to simply send it to him and not Minho.

Looking up with a mischievous smile and putting your phone in the back pocket of your jeans, you took the stranger's hand. It was a little cold, but nothing too uncomfortable.

He started walking out without letting go of your hand, following a way that seemed a little familiar to you, the city light adorning the busy streets.

"How do you know it's the house of the myth?" you wondered, getting his attention.

"I've been here for a long time, you have to trust me, it's the same one" he winked again, turning so you could see him but then continuing the route that you couldn't put your finger in where you had seen it before. Maybe a movie, maybe you walked there that same morning, maybe it was alike some place in your home town… maybe you were just crazy.

You kept walking hand in hand until you reached an area with lesser people, it was mostly dark and the houses had a lot of distance separating each other. Jisung guided you until the last one, almost entering the forest and you silently watched him admire it.

Seeing it this close, it was… pretty decent. To be as old as the story told, it wasn't too bad. It had a few graffitis on the outside, but at least there weren't broken windows.

Too focused admiring the house, you jumped scared when you saw Jisung looking for something in his pockets at the door. You hurried to get to his side, the outside lighting illuminating the two of you as best as it could.

Jiaung stopped looking, taking his hand out of his pants and looking at a key before putting it on the knod and turning it, finally opening the door and stepping aside to allow you to get in.

He must've sensed that you were waiting for him, so he walked in and instead of waiting for you at the door, he hurried to go somewhere. You walked in, leaving the door open to allow the light to enter with you, then another source of lighting got your attention and you turned to see Jisung holding a gas lamp.

"This is the house, wanna know where the woman died?" he asked, low tone to not disturb the perturbing silence of the house.

Making a noise that sounded like a positive answer, Jisung then grabbed your hand again, walking you through the old residence until you were in a bedroom.

Everything was left as Jisung remembered. He remebers putting on large disposable sheets on all furniture before heading to the insides of the forest, wanting to prevent the dust on all surfaces because he didn't know when he would go back. Now that he was home again, he felt quite nostalgic.

"This is where the police found her body, she was lying there…" he pointed to the opposite side of the room, leaving the lamp in a high surface and sighing when he kneeled to touch the spot he pointed earlier. A little strange behavior, you thought.

"How do you know all this? All this information is new to me," you mused, looking everywhere while Jisung removed the sheet from the tatami in the middle of the room so he could sit in it. You looked at him with attentive eyes, waiting for his answer.

"M-my grandpa, he was the owner of this house. The real story passed through generations, I guess the most famous version is the romantic one" he explained. You wanted to believe him, but something in you knew there was more to it than he allowed you to know.

Sitting next to himyou felt how soft the tatami was under you.

"Can you tell me more, then? I'd love to be familiar with the real story" he nodded after hearing your whisper, clearing his throat to tell you what he knew.

"They were two foreigns, the man was Korean and his partner from somewhere else, they met here. As far as I know, he fell in love with her at first sight, and he offered her to teach her the language and she said yes, that was how their relationship started. He asked her to move in with her, but when he was about to ask her to marry him, she was murdered and he went crazy, he completely lose his mind," he paused, swallowing saliva and breathing in before continuing. You were too immersed in the story, imagining how that must've been, everything playing in your head almost as if you'd seen it before.

"He went to the river and made a pact to bring her back, the supposed statue was rumored to be him waiting for her to come back" he finished, carefully looking at your eyes to see your reaction.

With a hand on your mouth and watery eyes, you stood still, glaring at him, scaring him. He had never seen you look that focused, but your mind was running wild inside your head. He was scared, yet hopeful at the same time.

"Oh, Jisung… you did that, just for me?" you murmured, the hand covering your mouth going to rest on his thigh, a single tear falling from your eye. Jisung left go the breath he didn't even know that he was holding, looking at you with scared eyes.

"... For you?" he mumbled.

" I remember you, I finally remember" you cried out, smiling and moving to throw your arms around him.

"Yes, of course, and I would do it again, Y/N. You know I love you, I waited so long for you and now I'm glad that you're back!" he corresponded your hug, squeezing you so lovingly. Being in his arms was like returning home after a bad day out, like a cozy fire in a freezing cold weather. It was your favorite place.

"C-can I kiss you?" you shyly asked, moving to face him. He wiped his face with a free hand and nodded vigorously, stopping when you cupped his face and pressed your lips against him.

If you could capture any moment and revisit it again and again, it would be this one; reunited with the man who loved you enough to give up his own life to have you back, he was all you wanted, both in your past life and in this one too. Your heart danced when the veil of modernity fell from your eyes and you saw who he truly was, your other half, your soulmate, your true love. He was your sun and your moon, and you were his earth.

With his hand on your hip and the other in your face, the kiss passed from being sweet to a whole different flavor when your tongue entered his mouth and explored his wet cavity shamelessly, playing with his tongue as well until you had to separate from him to allow some oxygen in your lungs.

"Make me yours, Jisung" you whispered as sensually as you could, chest heaving while you tried to recover from the intensity of the first kiss you shared with him.

"A–are you sure? Here?" he asked, looking at the old room. It was a little dirty, but nothing that could be too uncomfortable.

"Would you rather do it in the hotel room, with my friends present?" you playfully asked.

"Friends? I thought one of them was your boyfriend?" he asked back, pushing you back so you would be in a lying position and caging you with his arms, kissing your cheek and starting to travel down on all the skin he could touch with his pillow lips.

"No, we just pretend to be if someone wants to flirt with any of us. I'm all yours, Sungie" you could feel how he smirked when you called yourself his, sighing in satisfaction when he played with your neck.

"That's right,you belong to me, you're just mine, you'll always be mine, and I'll always be yours, my beautiful darling" and kissing you again, he left you breathless after trying to imitate some moves that you pulled on him earlier, making you moan in his mouth and place your hands in his biceps, slowly going up and then pulling him by the neck so he could lay on top of you.

This time, it was him who broke the kiss, removing his weight from you to stare at your bruised lips and your disheveled state with loving eyes.

"Can you stand up, sweetheart?" he sweetly asked, moving to the edge of the bed. You nodded and did what he wanted, standing between his spread legs with your hands on his shoulders, then he stood up too and with shy hands, he started to take off your top, admiring every inch of new naked skin under the dim lighting of the gas lamp. He threw the clothing to the floor and sat again, keeping you standing with a hand on your hip that later found itself undoing your jeans.

Standing in just your underwear, he stood up again, pushing you gently to the bed and taking off your shoes and socks, taking off his own clothes before returning to kiss you with heavy passion while one of his hands snaked between your legs and touched your most sensitive part, making you tremble under him, the noise that you made obligating him to separate once more from you so he could hear you clearly.

"Take this off" he ordered as his other hand went down on your body with a ghost like touch, taking the hedges of your underwear and pulling it down, exposing your wet heat to him while you struggled to get your bra off.

His fingers teased you again, his other hand keeping your legs open as he slid the pad of his index finger up and down, collecting your wetness and rubbing it on your clit, then adding his middle finger to the mix and playing with your bud, making you moan.

"It feels great, don't stop" you murmured after a moan, one of your arms above your head and the other playing with one of your nipples.

He continued his movements, but he stopped for a second causing you to whimper in protest. He hushed you, slowly inserting one finger inside you and continuing massaging your clit with his other hand, the combination of movements provoked you to try and close your legs from the suddenness of the pleasure over you.

A knowing sensation coming from your lower stomach made you babble as a warning to Jisung, who could tell you were close to your organs by the way that your walls were tightening on the now two fingers inside you, but he kept his movements until you were holding onto his wrist trying to overtake your high, breathing heavily, your head thrown back and eyes shut.

He started slowing down along with your breathing relaxing, and finally he pulled his digits out of you, taking his hand to his mouth and kicking them clean, humming in approval under your lusty eyes, then he took them out of his mouth, and smiled seductively at yours.

"Are you sure you want this?"

"Fuck, Jisung, you already made me cum once, just fuck me please" you begged, moving your head from side to side and kicking with your tired legs, making him laugh.

"Just needed a confirmation, darling, I'll make you mine happily," he commented, pulling down his boxers and squeezing his hard member in his large hand, kneeling between your legs and pressing his tip against your entrance, hissing.

Slowly entering you, you gasped when you felt his entire length inside you, stretching you so deliciously. He groaned too, when he felt your velvety inside embracing him, and then he started to pull out at the same pace in which he entered you; slowly to prolong the pleasure for both of you.

It was great at first, but as you started getting demanding and telling him to go faster, he did as you wanted, getting both of you closer to your climaxes, your bodies covered in a coat of sweat, the room filled with moans and the explicit noise of skin against skin with each thrust from him.

"I'm gonna cum" Jisung announced, slowing the rhythmic pounding as his brain became static from the nearing explosion of bliss.

"C–cum inside me, fill me up please" you begged him, both of your hands on his back and nails digging on his skin.

"Can I– should I do it?" he asked, struggling to form coherent sentences in his state.

"Yes, I'm pr–protected" you said back, and in that moment Jisung allowed himself to do as you told him to do and released his seed inside you. The warmth of his semen so deep in you causing you to reach your high one more time, calling his name in a illicit way, sending shivers down Jisung's spine for hearing you like that.

Pressing a kiss to your forehead, he pulled out of you, staring with fascination in his eyes at the mess between your legs, causing you to get a little shy.

"Is there anything to clean myself with?" you asked, getting his attention. He reached down to put on his forehead, taking the lamp with him and walking to the bed room's bathroom, coming out with a folded towel in his hands. You were expecting him to give it to you, but instead he kneeled on the floor and spread your legs, wiping the fluids from your used pussy.

When he was done, he took a spot next to you in the bed, hugging you and drawing circles on your shoulder with his thumb.

"Are you going to stay with me?" he quietly asked, getting your attention from whatever was on your mind.

"I want to. I loved you before and I still love you now. I don't wanna leave you, but…" your trail of voice got cut off, as you didn't know what else to say.

"Is there a problem?" he shoot another question, now playing with your hand.

"Besides telling my friends and family, not really. I'm sure they'll understand, it's just… that I have a question for you."

"Tell me, then. I'll answer everything you have to ask," he said so confidently.

"W–what are you? I died– oh my God, saying that feels unreal…" you mused, shaking your head to focus on what you had to say. "I died centuries ago. How are you even still alive?"

This time, he stayed quiet. He didn't quite know what he was either, all he knew of his living condition was that finding you was his wish, and now that it was accomplished he didn't know what else to do.

" I guess I'm… kind of like a spirit? Hmm, or maybe not? I'm not s– Oh, wait! There's a word for people like me, I've heard folks use it, it's yokai" he said, recalling memories of people who went to see him and ask him questions about him being evil or bad, some called him that. A lost man, blinded by his sadness and rage losing his will to live and becoming a yokai from those strong emotions.

"Yokai… then, you can't die, right?" you asked, a little sad. He shook his head, knowing by his own experience that he was part of the undead.

"How did you become one? Do you think I can be one too?"

"You wanna be a yokai?" his face showed pure incredibility to what his ears heard, face morphed with many emotions.

"I want to be with you forever, until–"

"–until the end of the earth…" you said in unison, almost like he knew what you were thinking. But it was right, you loved him, you didn't need anything else besides him. Why not have an eternity together, if it was possible?

"Do you really want that, Y/N? You're a mortal, you can travel the world, you can have children, visit many places… I don't think I can even leave this town. If you want to experience more things, go ahead. I won't price you of this, love. I waited for you for so long, I can wait longer if you want. I'll always be here" he tried to reason with you, kissing your temple and caressing your face.

Too bad for him, because you had already set your mind in staying with him.

"Alright. I'll leave and do all that, just because you want me to" you sighed, hugging him.

It was right then when he understood the words of the demon who turned him. This was the big consequence that being like him brought. He either helped you become like him, or he would have to bury your mortal body… even thinking about it hurt him, but at least he had given you the choice to think about it and decide for yourself what you wanted to do.

Because yes, he loved you, but he wouldn't force you to live like him.

The two of you slept cuddling, and then the next morning he talked you to the hotel. He said he would fix the house to have it prepared for when you go back, and hugged you goodbye while you went to wake up your friends.

"Where were you?" Seungmin worriedly asked, making you sit and tell him everything.

"I spent the night with someone," you simply said, brushing it off.

You also told them to continue with the trip, saying that you would be traveling home to tell your family that you would be moving soon, and to not worry about you.

A month and two weeks later after gaining knowledge of your past life, you were standing in front of the supposed haunted house with a suitcase full of your belongings, a smiling man waiting for you by the door.

When you left your things in the room where the two of you reunited, Jisung took your hand and guided you to the place where he was still for ages by the river, finding his friend Bang Chan waiting for the two of you there.

"Han Jisung," he greeted him, voice coming out distorted. Not human, obviously. Probably the being that turned Jisung like that.

"Thanj you for keeping your word," Jisung responded to the greeting, standing in front of you protectively.

"How can I become like him?" you bravely asked, getting the imposter's attention.

"I knew you would ask that from me one day. I thought it would take more of your reincarnated lives, but seems like I was wrong. You want to be like him?" he pointed at Jisung, and you nodded in response.

"I want your soul, child. Give it to me and I shall grant you eternity with the one you love" he demanded.

You stepped forward, ready to shake his hand when Jisung's arm interrupted you.

"Why do you want their soul, but didn't ask anything to make me like this?" he asked his supposed friend.

"You were of no use to me, Han Jisung. But her… a soul that had been loved for multiple lives? That is gold. I need to have that. So do you accept, my child? Are you willing to give me your soul to stay with him?" standing aside after hearing the thing's explanation, Jisung left you to take your own decision.

Either one step back, or forward. Give away your soul to stay with Jisung forever, was it worth it?

Taking the extended hand, you shook it in acceptance to the proposed deal. Then you blinked, and you were shaking the air.

Placing a hand on your shoulder to remind you of his presence, Jisung took one of your hands and stared at the flowing water in front of him.

"I love you, Y/N. Thank you for choosing me" he whispered, looking at your eyes.

"Of course, now we can be together forever" a tears slipped down your left cheek.

That was how you met him, an entity too solid physically to be dead but too somber to be alive. His existence perturbed you, you didn’t know who- what he was, or if he was aware that you could see him.

You weren’t at work yet, you were walking out a coffee shop before walking home after your work shift when you saw him for the first time, getting inside a guy’s car not even bothering to secure the belt around him, fully concentrated on the guy driving and touching him before he could turn on the car, then taking a small journal and writing down something in it, saving it in one of the big pockets of his trench coat.

He stepped out of the car, crossing his arms over his chest and resting against the door like he was waiting for something, and then you realized what it was that he had to wait.

The driver’s spirit came out of his body, looking at his body resting in front of the wheel with a panicked face when the man with the trench coat placed a hand on his shoulder and told him something. You weren’t a lip reader, so you had no idea what it was that he told him, but judging from the spirit’s body language, he understood that he had died, a few tears falling from his eyes.

The muscled stranger took the pen he had used to write on his journal and drew a rectangle coming from the floor, then he snapped his fingers and a door appeared magically; a portal to the undead realm, you imagined, and alas, both men walked through it and disappeared. You couldn’t believe you witnessed all of that like it was a movie, your drink getting colder as you stood still watching all that unfold before you.

Taking your phone out, you dialed the emergency number to announce that there was a dead body in front of you, hanging up and continuing to walk to your home, still thinking about the man who caused that poor mortal’s death while sipping your beverage.

It was strange to you, never before with your eyes that could see beyond normal sight had you encountered someone like that, so after getting home and turning on your laptop, you started to dig for information about that mysterious being.

'Man who touches people and kills them' was what you started searching for. Many results popped in, none of them being even near what you were looking for, so you continued looking with different words.

'Man dressed in black who kills people with a touch', 'killing people with a touch', 'entity that kills people with a touch' but still, you weren't satisfied with the info that showed in your bright screen, until your mind remembered something you had read in an old book in your house, a gift your mother had given you to help you understand your ability.

Recalling the title of the chapter you had read long ago, you typed in; 'grim reaper.'

This time, the title, images and link in front of your very eyes had more sense. That young guy, dressed in black who took someone's life in a non violent way and then wrote down about what he did was just doing his job, as a grim reaper.

Closing the laptop, you threw your head back in the comfort of your couch, staring at the ceiling for you don't know how long.

The sudden sound of keys outside your door made you turn to it, expecting your best friend and roommate to walk inside and greet you. Hopefully, his cheery personality would help you distract yourself from the grim reaper who had taken over your mind.

"Oh, hey. How was work?" he asked you, closing the door behind him, holding something in his hands that he walked to place on the table and then sitting next to you.

"It was fine, we didn't have a lot of bodies today. I saw something weird when I was coming home, though. How was the clinic today?" turning to face your freckled friend, you offered him a tired smile. He was quick to place a hand on your knee and massage you almost encouragingly.

"Normal, a little boring to be honest. I'm more thrilled to hear about what you saw, was it related to spirit or normal, human stupidity?" Felix asked, getting more comfortable in his seat patiently waiting for you to retell what you experienced not too long ago.

You did tell him, with all the details involved and also what you found out on the web about grim reapers.

"You should've seen it, Lix, it was so weird! He summoned a door and then they were gone" you exclaimed, breathless. Your friend listened attentively, his eyes wide open just like yours when you saw that happen. The impression the otherworldly entity left on you too big, you didn't think it would be possible to be that surprised ever again.

"That… sounds very astonishing, Y/N. I'd thought you'd be making all this out if I didn't know what you can do" you rolled your eyes with a playful smile, making him chuckle, stretching his arms and standing up and going to the table and picking up the forgotten item, a bag full of different donuts; he took one and brought you the bag to the couch, turning in the TV before sitting next to you once more.

"... I think I wanna see him again" you whispered, looking at the donut in your hand before taking a bite of the delicious dessert in your hand.

"What, the grim reaper? I– I thought you were happy with your life, Y/N! Why do you wanna see him again?" he choked after hearing you, a little scared because he didn't know whether you were being literal or not.

"It's not because I want him to take my life, I'd… like to ask him a few questions, learn more about what he does," hearing your explanation, Felix visibly relaxed.

"Oh, then that's a mission for you; mission death's door! Trying to find the grim reaper, huh? I hope it doesn't get too stressful" Felix said, finishing his own donut and licking the residue off his fingers.

"Yup, it'll take time, I guess. Hey, what are you doing on Saturday? Do you wanna go to Cat's Eye, dance a little and get a few drinks?" you proposed, smiling and winking with your right eye, patiently waiting for his response.

"Sure, it would do us some good to dance off some stress," he laughed, "and catch up with Minho while we're there. It's been some time since we went out."

You nodded, agreeing with his statement. Felix and you started frequenting Minho's club when you were almost done with college, after your 24 hours shifts in the hospital with your nerves on edge and stressed because the doctors lectured you too harshly, Felix and you went there together to forget about life, drink your lives away and dance until your feet hurt, even getting laid sometimes and waking up in a stranger's house, hungover and with a horrible headache.

Friday would be fun, for sure.

The rest of the week went by quickly, the next morning after the incident the stranger's body was at the morgue and your night shift partner had examined him and wrote down the cause.

What had been a simple touch on the shoulder to your eyes ended up being a brain dysfunction that ended with his life.

You didn't say anything about being present when that person died, no one at work knew what you could do, afraid that they would fire you and prevent other places from hiring you. It was too bad, because thanks to your gift, the spirits helped you determine the cause of death.

Luckily for you, the week passed by in the blink of an eye, and Friday evening after eating dinner, you took a shower and started getting ready, dressing up in a dress that didn't leave too much to the imagination, the tightness of the fabric favoring your beautiful body perfectly, then you continued to do your makeup, taking the necessary breaks to dance to the music coming from your phone.

At almost 9 pm, Felix made a knocking noise with his mouth when he stepped into your room, stopping by the door and whistling when he saw you.

"Looking good, Y/N! Are you all ready to go?" He got your attention. You turned around, looking at him and clapping your hands.

Felix was wearing skin tight black leather pants, a see through black shirt with a few lacy details here and there, a choker and a jacket on top. From afar, his makeup wasn't visible enough but you knew that he looked good, he always did.

"Wow, you're pretty handsome yourself! Yes, I'm ready to go, I just need a little bit of perfume…" you sad, grabbing your favorite one and spraying it on you as you spoke, "... And now I'm ready. Let's go!"

Taking Felix's extended hand, walking through the door and leaving to get inside the Uber who was waiting for you, hopping in excited to get to Minho's club.

After talking under your breath with Felix to not disturb the driver, you thanked him and hopped off, excitedly going to greet the bouncer, a buff man who got used to seeing you both and started letting you pass after seeing you close with Minho. After frequenting the place so much, you were like vip's.

"Heeey, Felix, Y/N! Long time no see. Have a fun night, both of you" was James greeting you, opening the door and moving aside to let you in. The music wasn't too loud, mufflers by the door separating the entrance from the actual club, and when you finally opened the other doors, the party ambient made your bones vibrate with the urge to dance; neon lights flashing everywhere, people kissing, dancing, making out in the uncomfortable couches and others at the bar completely drunk morphed the place from just another bar to the most fun bar for young people like you.

"Let's go for a drink first" Felix screamed in your ear so you could help him. You nodded and took his hand so you wouldn't get lost or separated on your way there.

Your favorite bartender waved at you from afar when he saw you two approaching, turning instantly to start making the traditional first drink you and Felix had before rushing to the dance floor.

"Glad to see you two here, how have you been?" said his lovely voice, placing your order in front of you.

"Hi Chan, we've been good. What about you, how's been work lately? " you asked back, answering for both you and your best friend while he emptied the liquid elegantly.

"I've been good too, work's been like normal, busy every weekend, you know, the usual? I'll let Minho know you're here, so don't be surprised when he sees you" he ended the small talk, going to another place in the long bar to take some girl's order.

That was only the start of the night, drinking, dancing, running to pee, drinking more, dancing more, meeting attractive people to dance with, taking a break to chat for a while with the owner…

You were coming out of the bathroom when someone's face seemed familiar. You couldn't quite tell where you had seen his face before, but he was attractive, body buff and well built, healthy.

He was sitting by the bar, so you decided to take a seat close and pretend to chat with Chan, actually asking him for a drink and following the steps in which he prepared it, glancing every now and then to the handsome guy.

Your telepathic game seemed to work, because half way done with your cocktail a string arm rested in the bar in front of you and the guy with the sharp jawline smirked at you, trying to seduce you. Little did he know, it was you actually seducing him to make him approach you. Mind games.

"Hey, hot stuff. Do you come here often?" he asked as a way to compliment you. You looked him up and down shamelessly, taking the chance to take in his figure. He wasn't too tall, but he wasn't too small either, not that you didn't care, he was hot regardless of his height.

"Not really, but if you do I might as well come on the daily. I'm Y/N, handsome" you winked, taking another sip of the alcoholic drink in front of you.

"Pleased to meet you, gorgeous. I'm Changbin," he said back, then signaling to your almost empty glass. "You want another one?" you nodded at his offering, enjoying the way in which his voice raised to get Chan's attention.

After a quick chit chat, he took your hand and brought you to the dance floor, body pressed against yours, hands traveling all around your body, making you flustered and provoking a heat between your legs; he was that irresistible, and he probably found you too sexy as well, whispering in your ear if you maybe wanted to go home.

You accepted, taking his hand and guiding him to the exit, laughing happily and telling James to warn Felix that you were going home when he walked out the door. His only goodbye was the same as his initial greeting; 'have fun and be safe.'

The taxi driver Changbin got would probably hate you for the rest of your life; after getting inside and shouting your address to them, and throwing your arms at Changbin, making out with him shamelessly. You felt a little bad for the driver, but your hornyness got the best of you.

It was Changbin's fault for being so hot and for kissing you so good, he left you breathless every time his lips left your kiss bruised ones; kissing him felt like the most pure of sins, his tongue knew how to tease you, his plump lips felt delicious against yours, and adding to that how he was touching you, you were sure you'd made inappropriate sounds in the backseat.

When the car stopped, you had no clue. All you knew is that you complained when Changbin pulled his body away from yours and stepped out of the taxi, taking your hand and helping you out too, fixing your dress so you weren't too exposed.

With his hand holding yours, you guided him to the front door and struggled to find the key you and Felix left outside in case you forgot your own keys (you hoped Felix was taking care of your purse with your stuff back at the club.)

Muttering a victory whisper when you found it, you opened the door and allowed Changbin to walk in before you, turning on the light, closing and locking the door quickly, suddenly gasping in surprise when Changbin slammed you against the cold material of the door and kissed you numb again.

This time, his mouth didn't limit himself to kiss your lips exclusively, traveling to your jaw provoking your head to tilt so he could have ample access to your neck.

"W–wait, let's go to my room" you pushed him away slightly, your hands on his chest making yourself feel things when focusing on the muscles under your hands, because damn, he was well built.

Changbin understood, stepping back and following you once more behind another door. You were glad you'd decided to tidy up a little after dressing up or else your room would be a mess, not that you would care in the tipsy state that you were in right now, but the next day you wouldn't have energy to clean everything. Past you knew you enough to have in mind that you hated cleaning after looking for what to wear.

Waiting by the bed for him to reunite with you, he took off his shirt, muscles flexing when he pulled over his head to throw it to the floor under your examining eyes. You bit your lips, because he had such an aura of confidence that made him 100 times more attractive. If you could play a loop of a moment you'd witnessed in your life, you'd have to choose between this one and the time when someone opened a portal in the middle of the street like it was nothing.

"Fuck, you're so hot" you whispered when he was close enough with you. He grinned at your compliment, words that you were sure he'd heard a million times before, but he responded with a compliment for you, a simple 'I could say the same, doll' and going to nibble on your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

Sitting next to you, he separated from you. His eyes were dark with lust, eating you with his eyes while he liked his lips.

"Let me see you," his raspy voice ordered. Almost hypnotized, you stood up from the bed, standing between his spread legs and putting maximum effort in trying to seem sexy while taking off your dress, revealing that you were braless and had a thong on.

His hands rested on the bare skin of your hips, bringing you towards him and biting the soft flesh of your abdomen, his face buried in your chest playing with his teeth, leaving kisses and bites here and there. You were about to straddle his lap, when you suddenly stepped back from his embrace and opened a drawer from your night stand, showing the confused man what you picked from there and giving it to him with a kiss.

"Can I blow you?" you asked after the kiss, your lips lingering over his. He nodded, spreading his legs more for you to sit on the floor.

Placing your hands on his thighs, you kneeled in front of him, the bulge inside his jeans seemed too tight for the erection it contained. Your fingers played with his zipper, finally working on it and setting his cock free; it was a lovely sight, rock hard with a pink tip, thick and veiny. Not too long, but you were sure the thickness would make up for the length, and besides, it wasn't as if you really cared. Sizes don't matter, but the way it's used, you always said.

"Shit, it's beautiful," you muttered, licking your lips. Changbin smirked, looking down at you from above, his hands had moved from the bed, one resting on your head and the other holding the base of his cock, maneuvering to make his tip rub against your cheek and then to your bruised lips.

Opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue, your hands made their way to rest above Changbin's bigger one, tongue playing with his tip, your head bobbing up and down and then attempting to take more of him inside your mouth.

Changbin groaned, his hold on your head tightened and he grabbed a fistful of your locks, head thrown back in pleasure, hips thrusting into your mouth forcing you to take more of his length in your mouth. He started using your mouth, manipulating your head to move like he wanted you to. You moaned, it wasn't you working at all, but him manhandling you for his own pleasure, it was kind of hot for you, so much that you couldn't help and moved one of your hands to slip into your tongue and tease yourself, you were already incredibly wet from having him in your mouth.

Groaning, his cock twitched inside your mouth, he was quick to remove himself from you, your other hand still on top of him and Changbin wrapped his own above yours so it was you stroking him to his release, and finally, he came. Hot spurs dripping on your face, heavy breathing and eyes closed so his semen wouldn't get in your eyes, you were such a delightful sight like this, his softening member getting half hard from looking at you.

You wiped your face with your hand, cleaning his fluids on the sheets and standing up. "Put the condom on," you whispered to Changbin, rushing to the bathroom and cleaning your face completely.

When you walked back to your room, he was sitting right where you left him, naked, condom on and cock against his abdomen, ready to please you.

"Come here, gorgeous," he extended his arms for you and you complied with what he asked of you, taking the remaining clothing on you off, aligning his cock with your entrance and slowly allowing him inside you.

Helping yourself balance on top of him, a hand on his shoulder and his face buried in your neck, you started controlling the pace the moment you got on top, bouncing on his cock and moaning in satisfaction from the friction.

His length brushed your sweet spot, it felt enjoyable, but soon your legs grew tired from doing anything; Changbin must've noticed, because he started thrusting and meeting you halfway, his hands on the flesh of your hips trying to help you until you couldn't move like before.

Then, he held you still carefully and moved you, shifting places with him. The new position with your arched back on the bed, hands holding his strong biceps and talons on his behind allowed him to be deeper inside you, reaching that magic button inside your tight insides more easily.

"Fuck, this feels way better, you're so deep" you moaned, trying to push him even further inside you.

"You're so tight, Y/N, you feel amazing" he responded back, continuing to roll his hips and enter you, his eyes focused on how well you took him. Truly, you felt fantastic.

"Harder" you ordered when you felt that familiar sensation starting to create in the pit of your stomach. Changbin followed your order the best he could, grunting when he felt your eyes hugging him tighter, making you whimper when he stopped completely inside you.

He bent down, allowing your upper half to rest on the bed and he spread his legs, getting more comfortable in the new angle. A growl left his mouth and he went back to work, harder and faster and just like that, you came undone around him, he kept the rhythm searching for his own release over stimulating you in the process.

He came again, slowing down and pulling out of you, tying up the used item and following your steps from when you cleaned yourself to find the bathroom and throw it away, dismissing it.

You supposed that the night had ended, and you didn't regret it at all, it had been a satisfactory session.

"You can stay if you want," you told him when he came back from the bathroom, you sitting on the bed. He smiled from the door, approaching you.

"You want cuddles?" he playfully asked, picking up his underwear and putting it on then lying on the bed and hugging your waist, pushing you on your back so he could hug you.

"I wouldn't be opposed, but also because it's late" you laughed, hugging him too, your hands feeling how he laughed when his back vibrated.

You stayed like that in a comfortable silence that soon was disturbed by a question.

"Are you free tomorrow?" he waited for you to hum in approval, "Do you wanna go on a date?"

"Sure, pick me up at 7" you agreed,and then the both of you fell asleep.

The next morning you woke up to some snoring next to you, memories of what had happened ran through your mind and you turned to see the one occupying the other space of your bed. The sun rays clearing your room helped you distinguish his features, and your fully sober brain was able to tell why he looked so familiar now, he had been the one you decided to look for a few days ago.

"Holy fuck…" you couldn't help but mutter.

Changbin whimpered in his slumber, and in your amazement and excitement combined you placed your hand on the shoulder that you had dug your nails the night before and shook him awake.

"Wake up, wake up!" you repeated, until he finally complained and opened his eyes.

"What happened, what's wrong?" he groggily asked, rubbing his eyes.

"You, you're a grim reaper!" his eyes widened when his brain comprehended your accusation, looking everywhere in the room while trying to make up an excuse. He couldn't invent something.

"W–what are you saying? I don't even know what that is?" he babbled, making you laugh.

"I saw you, liar. The man in the car? I was there, when you touched him and opened a portal. You should be more careful."

"How do you know all that? Aren't you human?" His voice was full of confusion.

"Yes, I'm a medium. That's how I was able to see you, I can't believe I found you, I wanted to ask you something" you smiled, still surprised that you had found him so quickly.

"Alright, why don't you think of all you want to know, and you ask later tonight during our date?" you blinked twice, forgetting that you had agreed to it hours before.

"Deal, then. I can't wait to see you tonight" Changbin stood up, collecting his clothes and getting dressed which indicated that he was ready to leave. You picked up a random shirt, putting it on to not be naked anymore.

"See you tonight," he said, walking to you and kissing the corner of your lips.

Contrary to how normal people would leave your house, he repeated the same motions and summoned a portal, walking through it and disappearing, leaving you amazed once more.

Walking to the kitchen, you started doing breakfast for when Felix woke up, you couldn't wait to tell him the news.

"G'morning" he greeted you finally coming out of his room. He looked wrecked.

"Good morning, princess. When did you get here? You look…" he shot you a look, stopping you mid sentence.

"Around 4 or so. I think I threw up everything I drank. Oh, your purse is in my room. How was your night, had any fun?"

"Excellent, and I had more than just fun. I found the grim reaper I told you about, Lix!" The excitement in your voice was clear, which made your friend smile. You served him a place and handed it to him, along with a cup of coffee.

"What? Really? How'd you do it, Y/N? That's great, congrats" he asked, then proceeded to stuff his mouth with your cooking.

"Yeah, we uh… we hooked up, he stayed the night and when I saw him this morning I connected the dots. He asked me out today, actually," you informed him, joining him and eating.

"Wow, I can't believe a night out led you to dancing with the devil and finding out that he was the one you were looking for. How romantic," Felix laughed after pointing that out, gaining a punch on the arm from you.

The rest of the day went by quickly, you stayed on the couch with Felix and made sure he felt better after the night he had until the moment you had to take a shower to get ready for your date. You didn't know how long it took you to finish until you walked into the living room and saw Changbin and Felix awkwardly sitting in silence, both of them looking at the TV screen.

Clearing your throat, both men turned to look at you, Changbin standing up with a smile.

"Ready to go?" you smiled back at him, Felix standing up last and the three of you going to the door.

"Bring them home by 11, they have work tomorrow," Felix said, staying behind the door making you and Changbin laugh.

"Sure, sir. I'll take good care of them," your date said, standing in front of you. You could only roll your eyes, responding with a sarcastic 'thank you daddy', pulling Changbin's arms and walking away.

Before you, Changbin presented a motorbike to you, handing you a helmet with a proud smile. You corresponded to it, waiting for Changbin to sit and doing the same yourself, hugging him and squealing when you started moving.

He took you to a fancy place for dinner, a completely different environment from the club where you bumped into each other. The restaurant wasn't too full, it wasn't 5 stars either but it was well kept. It probably was an old place, and it was obvious that the owners cared about the place.

When you were there, Changbin ordered for the two of you, and a long conversation started; you learned all you could about him, and he asked a question for each that he answered.

Thanks to that, you learned about his origins; he used to be a mortal once, like you, but he died during a storm. When he woke up next he was in the underworld, a high rank demon took him somewhere else and they gave him the option to become a grim reaper. They explained that if he accepted, he would have to take people's lives and bring their souls down. He could also have somewhat of a mortal life, the longer time he spent up there, with humans, the more lives he would have to take when he went back down. It was a price he was willing to pay, and so, Changbin accepted, because he was curious about what powers he would get.

You listened to him carefully, amazed by his story and telling him your own, about growing up as a medium and having to get used to dealing with spirits and entities, and when you were explaining another question popped in your head.

"How can you be invisible to the human eye? Do you have a switch, or cast a spell on you or something?" he laughed, moving his head from side to side.

"Nah, I need my work clothes. I have this, uh, a black trench coat. It is enchanted, when I wear it normal people can't see me, and it is also designed to keep… the tools that I need in its pockets. I supposed that you could see me because you're a medium and we have… a somewhat similar work with souls and all that."

"It could be it, you may be right, Mr. Grim Reaper" you winked at him, drinking a sip of wine.

After that one date, Changbin and you interchanged phone numbers. He was becoming a big presence in your life, taking you on lot of dates and doing variated activities. It was always fun to be with him, he had so many stories to share about the things he'd done, the places he had visited, and he liked hearing about your adventures when you helped lost souls cross to the other side in peace.

You spent so much time with Changbin, that eventually he and Felix also started becoming friends. It was now normal for you to have movie nights at least once a month.

It was inevitable when you had a mature conversation with him to discuss what you were. You occasionally had sex and you kissed on the lips from time to time.

"I like you as more than a friend, what does that tell you?" he smirked.

You shrugged playfully. "You love me as a best friend, then?"

Laughing, the nodded and you pouted you needed to hear the question formally asked.

"Alright, to name things… you like– no, that's not right. You love me, and I know so because I love you too, Y/N. So could I be your boyfriend? Formally, of course" his speech made you emotional, and then you nodded, thanking him contentedly.

You continued with your adult life, working at the morgue and him doing his own thing –he revealed that he had a bank account where the superiors would give him more than enough money to live, as a thanks for the job he did– and he usually spent it buying you things or taking you out.

Your growing relationship with him was the best you could imagine, one day when the two of you were lying on your bed you decided to tell him what your first impression of him had been.

"I thought you were really handsome, and I still do" you paused, giggling. You were resting on his chest, a hand and leg across his middle. He had one hand on your back, rubbing it gently.

"I saw you inside someone's car, and then he had died. I remember what shocked me most was that you summoned a portal like it was nothing? That was how I knew I wanted to get to know you, Binnie. And I'm so glad I found you at the club"

"Why, baby?" he asked, making you blush.

"Cuz I think you're the love of my life…" you confessed.

"Well, that's… something I can kind of confirm. One month ago before we met I asked someone who knows about love stuff when I would find my other half. I was guided to you. So, yes. We were meant for each other" he explained.

"Are you saying that you're stuck with me?" you moved, looking at him in the eyes to confirm that he was saying the truth.

"Yeah, and to be honest that's the best thing I've done in my… life? I don't know if I'm really alive but you understand what I mean. I love you, my medium darling" he cupped your face, kissing your forehead.

"Well, I never expected to kiss something from the other world, even less to have sex with them, and now look at me, I'm your soul mate!" you laughed, your eyes turning into crescent moons from the honest happiness of having Changbin in your life.

"Your bad luck will be when you die. I'll go wherever you go so we can be together even in the afterlife," his tone was serious. You loved when he said stuff like that, calling you his and being so possessive of you.

"I'd be offended if you let me go, knowing you can live either up with humans or spirits" you hit his chest with nonexistent force.

He blew air dramatically, faking that he was hurt from your punch.

"Of course, I'd go wherever you lead me. This is what you get after dancing with the devil."

"You're not a devil, you're a fool," you stuck your tongue out for him. You'd had the conversation before, of him calling himself things to make you laugh and you shutting him up with a kiss, responding that all he was, was a fool. And he always responded with the same thing.

Of course you didn't want to go back, why let this chance to change your surroundings go to waste?

That family friend would clearly never make use of this suspiciously ready to use house, you knew it when you saw them visibly relaxing after handing you the keys. They never were good liars.

Besides, the view was breathtaking, who wouldn't love to wake up and admire the beach? The sounds of the waves helped you sleep at night too, it felt weird at first, but ignoring the cold that living near the coast meant, you liked how relaxing the atmosphere in this quiet area was.

Upon seeing a new car in town, the residents grew curious of you and the very next day after you moved in you heard a knocking on the door, tiredly standing up from a cleaning break and opening the door only to find a group of men, one of them holding a casserole in his hands.

"Hey, I live next door and I noticed that you just moved here. My name's Seungmin, these are my friends, we wanted to welcome you to the city," the tallest one spoke. You blinked, stepping out and looking at the sides.

The closest house to yours was far from where you were located, to each side where you moved your head all you could see were tiny buildings, 'it's to protect the privacy a little, you know? Since it's a small town,' your contact had explained to you before you left.

You were brought back to reality when you remembered that you weren't alone, a few pairs of eyes looking at you, hugging yourself to protect you from the cold. "Of course, please come on in. I'm Y/N," you finally introduced yourself.

The one holding the casserole in his hands was the quickest to answer.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Y/N. I'm Felix, and that is Jeongin . I baked this for you as soon as I saw your car in the town, I hope you like them," he excitedly said, handing you what seemed to be some brownies.

"Nice to meet you," you answered shortly, standing still with the object in your hands. The other man who Felix presented as Jeongin was shamelessly scanning everything in your new home.

"Wow, this place doesn't look so terrible for it being abandoned for decades," the mute stranger finally spoke (in a quiet tone that you managed to hear.) Seungmin hit him, moving his head in your direction and making a face for him to know saying that was inappropriate.

"Is there a reason… uhm, a reason why you moved here? Don't get me wrong, but it's pretty unusual for a town this small to get visitors, much less new neighbors," the tallest asked, walking to sit on the individual couch. His friends followed him, and you copied them, placing the welcome gift on your lap.

"I'm just here to take care of the house. I don't know how long I'll be staying, so I hope you don't mind a new face around," you explained, smiling at them shyly.

"It's good to see new people around, some of us had never left the town," Jeongin finally raised his voice, getting everyone's attention. His cheeks flushed when he realized.

"Can I ask why there's not many people?" you asked no one in particular.

The trio of friends looked at each other, Felix's warm smile disappeared, seriousness taking over all of their faces until finally, Seungmin answered the incognito.

"We're used to living in a small place, growing our food and taking care of each other. Outsiders… they usually are scared to come here. There's been rumors in the nearby cities about this town. They say this is where the devil's creatures live, so they never visit unless they have to fix something like electricity or a broken pipe."

You nodded, chills running down your spine when you heard that, flashbacks of the nightmare you had the night before playing in your head. Surely, it was just a coincidence. There was no chance that what Seungmin had said was real.

"Oh, would you look at the time? We should leave, after all Y/N must have some things left to unpack and we're only distracting them, come on," Felix said, breaking the uncomfortable silence in which you all had fallen into after listening to Seungmin's response.

Placing the casserole in the coffee table, you stood up too and walked them to the entrance, thanking them for visiting you and giving you a welcome.

Felix took the chance to write down your number and give you his 'in case you needed something.' Seungmin and Jeongin did the same, finally waving you goodbye as their car became smaller the further they went. You watched it disappear.

You kept cleaning until it became dark, then you turned on the candles and made your way to the main bedroom. Since it had been abandoned for years, the house didn't have proper lighting, making you have to live like in the old times, with lots of candles and missing the benefits of an air conditioner. You remembered to go out and fix the electricity and water issues as soon as you woke up the next morning.

That night you kept thinking about Seungmin's words and Jeongin's comment until you drifted to sleep.

Much to your liking, another nightmare took over your once peaceful dreams, and you decided to simply wait for the morning to come, going downstairs to try Felix's brownies (that he had baked specially for you, what a sweetheart) and took a blanket to sit on the backyard, observing the calmness of the sea.

It was too relaxing, almost helping you fall back asleep until you heard something, your mind quickly making you go into an alarmed estate and you quietly stood up to the source of the noise, right behind you; your temporal home.

You tiptoed your way until you were in front of the back door, eyes adjusting to the darkness inside it, your shadow making it even harder for you to look inside, until a movement caught your attention; quick and silent, but somehow you still managed to catch it, and then your body froze.

If there was someone inside your house, what were you supposed to do? You were new here, you knew no one but the three men that visited you earlier that day, and most importantly, all the houses had a lot of separating space. Would somebody hear you if you got stabbed?

Swallowing, you entered the residence, tiptoeing your way to the kitchen and grabbing an old baseball bat that you found in the attic.

"Who's there?" you asked, receiving no answer.

"I know you're here. Go away or I'll call the cops," you spoke again. Hopefully the burglar wouldn't catch your scared tone that hid behind the firm way you pronounce that entire sentence.

Once again, you heard no response, so you took a chair and dragged it along the floor to guard the back door, sitting cross legged and resting the bat on your lap, waiting for the rude guest to finally leave…

Which you didn't get to see happening at the end, because you fell asleep, head resting on your shoulder and bat lying on the floor. Nervousness took over you, and took the object you decided to explore around to see what had been your stolen belongings. Much to your relief –or paranoia– everything was still where you left it.

Maybe you were tired from cleaning so much, you thought, or maybe it was all the chemicals from the cleaning products, maybe it was a side effect induced from having so vivid nightmares since you arrived, maybe it was being so far from home, maybe–

Sighing, you put on a beanie, a coat and your car keys to look for professional help with the remaining problems, and hopefully get an internet service installed soon.

–

A week had passed since the early morning when you hallucinated an intruder inside your house. You finally had a functioning water service along with electricity and internet, plus connected home telephones, and very remarkable eye bags.

Your sleep… hadn't been the best. The nightmares were so recurrent and vivid that you would remember them like a horror movie.

You were scared to close your eyes, forcing yourself to get on your laptop and write for hours and hours running on a lot of caffeine and almost zero sleep. The few times you allowed yourself to rest were when you couldn't keep yourself awake, having accidentally fallen asleep on the tub, on the table, and at the town library when you went to pick up books for research for your projects.

Seungmin and his friends had visited you again to catch up with you and ask how you were doing, how you had gotten comfortable here while having some tea at 9 am, and it was then that your tired mind decided to tell them about your current situation.

"Hey guys, I don't know if it's normal but at night when I'm trying to sleep I've been… uhh, I've been hearing these weird noises? Like someone if walking barefoot here or scratching the walls, but when I get up to check there's nothing and they only happen at night too, I don't know if you deal with that as well but I haven't slept much because– well, it scares me… " you explained, all three of them paying attention to you, their faces remaining serious the whole time.

"Are you sure that's what you hear? We live too close to the shore, maybe what you actually hear it's the waves hitting the larger rocks or something like that," Jeongin responded, taking a sip from his cup while you processed what he had said.

"Me and my family haven't heard anything like that, Y/N. I think what you need is to rest some more," Seungmin placed his hand on your knee as he spoke, offering you a kind smile as well.

"If you want, I can go with you to the pharmacy for sleeping pills when we're done with the tea," Felix offered, his calm voice making you relax a little and accept his proposal.

"I think you're right, guys. Thank you, and thank you for coming here, too. You're the only friends I've managed to make since arriving," all of them thanked you back.

It was after that comforting tea morning chatting that you found yourself sitting on the co-pilot's seat of your car while Felix drove you to the closest pharmacy, listening to his anecdotes from working at the bakery and how happy it made him to experiment with food. You could say that he was as sweet as his brownies, but maybe that would be lying.

After buying them (and after he introduced you to Minho, the pharmacist), Felix suggested that he showed you around town a little; showing you the little cinema, his favorite pizza place, and the only mall in town. Everything was kind of old, giving in more to the 'ghost town' description, the coldness from the weather cooperating on the scary vibe from the whole place, yet you never felt any negativity anywhere, except for the library that you had visited a day prior this moment.

Finally dropping Felix at his house, you drove to yours and sighed when you locked the door.

Home, sweet home.

You laughed at the thought, observing the box in your hand and checking the hour on your phone in your other. 9:55 pm, a little earlier than your usual sleep hour, but since you really didn't have one after arriving here, you had nothing to lose, and so, walking upstairs with a glass of water and your sleep remedy you had bought earlier, you changed into your comfiest pajamas and took the pill and covered yourself, staring at the ceiling until your eyelids were too heavy to keep them open, finally falling asleep.

That night the usual nightmare changed, it wasn't your current home where you found yourself, but your old house and out the window you could see a cliff instead of the scary beach coast you'd usually find, the sound of aggressive waves reaching your ears and on your other window the rest of the vicinity, familiar faces standing out their front doors looking at you with blank eyes; that was new, too.

Taking your coat, you ran outside to ask if they were okay only to be met with no responses, their creepy white irises and emotionless features creeping you out, your mind feeling an unknown danger and alerting you to go back home because everything felt wrong was unrecognized by your curious side, and so you decided to keep exploring.

A bad choice, really. The worst option you could take.

Your friends looked at you blankly, like they didn't know who you were, behind them a glass door that allowed you to see an all gray home, inside each house a tall menacing figure that you recognized from your previous nightmare.

The creature's glowing icy blue eyes caught you staring at it, and then you decided maybe it was time to go to the security of your home.

So you turned around, walked long steps and ran straight into the attic. You knew it was behind you, you knew it was looking for you. You knew it wanted to hurt you, so you quickly climbed up and closed the trap door, sitting on top of it while tears fell from your eyes and you placed a hand on your mouth to keep you from making any noise while you cried in fear of what could happen to you.

That was only night one with the pills, because while they worked and you passed out for long periods of time, you still felt tired, drained of all your energy, almost.

The following days, the same nightmare with slight changes kept happening, but sometimes it wasn't the creatures that followed you back home, no.

Sometimes, it was your friends and the rest of faces you had seen on multiple occasions when you went out running after you. Sometimes you would hide in other faces, like the bathroom, or your closet. Sometimes you would take your car keys and drive off the town, only to reach an identical place.

A recurring nightmare that you couldn't escape. A living situation you had to get used to, because yes, you could fly back home but then you would get asked why, receiving unpleasant comments and questions such as 'are you back because you finished your book?' or 'was the ghost town actually full of ghosts?'

You didn't need to deal with that, so you focused on trying to write everyday, starting from describing your nightmares and then trying to continue the love story you started on your flight here. You groaned just thinking about it, you wanted to punch yourself for telling your editor about it, making him give you a deadline for it, because he knew you worked better under pressure.

"I fucking despite you for doing this to me, Seo Changbin…" you muttered one morning, coffee in your hand as you stared at the document in your laptop, a tiny 'page 3 of 14' annoying you every time you scrolled up and down to remember the details you were working with.

That day you wrote so much that you only took some quick breaks to eat and go to the bathroom, not noticing the fact that you had pulled an accidental all nighter to write all that you had written in the draft you sent Changbin, the sun rays of the early morning hidden behind the heavy gray clouds illuminating the room in front of the office you had made upstairs next to your bedroom alerted you that night time was long gone, and the yawn that left your lips only added coherence to the tiredness you felt.

Looking at the screen, you checked that everything was saved, and you smiled when you scrolled down and the number of total pages was 97, then you turned off your laptop and went to sleep on the comfort of your large bed.

… Or that’s what you thought you did, because when you regained consciousness again the brightness of your laptop screen almost blinded you as you realized you never went upstairs to lay in the comfort of your bed, but instead had fallen asleep directly on the keyboard, a seemingly endless tray of fff’s and other random letters showing on the document you were writing in before falling asleep all of a sudden.

The noise that woke you up lowered in volume until it stopped, and you decided to stand up and finally find what was causing it, carefully walking on your toes in an attempt to be as quiet as you could possibly be, making your way to the stairs, and there you stood in front of it, at the bottom of the stairs waiting for whatever it was in the second floor to make another noise again, holding your breath in fear of missing something. Anything.

The wood creaking above you was the impulse you needed to take the first steps, stopping for a moment when cold sweat made your hairs stand until you swallowed and forced yourself to keep going.

'You'll never know what is causing all this noise if you never catch it' you thought nonstop, adrenaline running in your blood, all your senses heightened ready to face whatever it was inside your home.

The quiet creaking guided you to your room, unluckily for you while you were growing up you created the habit of closing it after walking out the comfort of you bed room, so now here you were standing with a hand on the knob, the other flat on the cold wood and your heart beating as fast as you had never felt it beating before, but inhaling and exhaling, you quickly opened the door, the hand that was flat quickly looked for the light switch to illuminate inside while your eyes focused on the figure sitting on the bed facing you, your legs trembling and voice lost from the fear of whatever it was.

Light reigned on the four walls that conformed your room when you finally managed to turn it on and you had to blink to adjust yourself to the new ambient, a blurry shape of a man was what your eyes could catch of the intruder who was causing all the noise here, and when your sight recovered, you took the time to examine him thoroughly.

Blond, almost white hair falling from the top of his hair, gracefully resting on his neck and shoulders, menacing icy blue eyes that glowed and looked at you like he wanted to hurt you accompanied by an abnormal gray-bluish skin color that made him look sick like if he was a walking corpse was the sight that welcomed you into the room you had been sleeping these past weeks, and he just sat there, one long leg crossed over his other, his muscled arms behind him supporting his weight and what you could believe was boredom in his eyes. You couldn't see it, but you could bet that his aura was dark and emanating pure danger.

"W–who are you?" you asked, pressing your back against the wall without separating your eyes from the stranger. Whoever– whatever it was, it wasn't completely human.

"You aren't supposed to be here," he replied. The dead tone in which he had said that only sent shivers down your spine. It sounded like a threat, but you wouldn't allow him the pleasure of seeing just how scared he really made you feel.

Deciding to be brave, you answered the question he never asked before insisting on knowing his identity. "I live here. Who are you and what do you want?"

"This house is haunted. You have to leave," he nonchalantly said, the leg that rested on his other knee slowly copied its twin and he straightened his back, the sound of something cracking (his bones, you assumed) caught your attention, and looking at him again he seemed to be taller than you expected.

"This is a friend's vacation house. They passed it to me to take care of it. I'm not leaving," you stated. The initial fear you felt when you first opened the door was now being replaced with exasperation. Who the hell was he to tell you to leave? He may not be human, but that doesn't give him the authority to kick you out of there. If anything, it should be the other way around, he was the intruder. Not you, no. Not at all, since you had permission to be there. "Besides," you started, bravely stepping forward and crossing your arms, "how do you know the place is haunted?"

The creature rested his hands on his knees, his icy blue pupils changed colors and suddenly they were an intense fiery red. His mouth opened and revealed sharp teeth. He stood up, finally demonstrating how tall he truly was, and walking in your direction, he positioned himself next to your stiff body, taking a lock of your hair and removing it from your ear before he could whisper…

"Because I'm the one who haunts this place…"

Right then, your blood ran cold. He separated his face from the spot where you couldn't see him at all with a smug smile decorating his lips, and yet he wasn't touching you but the skin under the knitted sweater you wore could feel the coldness from his fingers on you. Everything happened in slow motion almost, and the last thing you remember is how his eyes glowed with an emotion you dared to call hostility towards you.

–

Opening your eyes again, you were resting on your bed. You felt the lack of blankets covering your body when you felt a chilly breeze rosing your bare feet.

Memories of the being that was sitting down on your bed at some point during the late night/ early morning flooded your head. What the hell was he, and where was he right now? Would he come back tonight? You had many questions about him, which he probably wouldn't answer like he didn't answer you when you first found him.

Your only hope was to not fall asleep to catch him again, and so you continued your day drinking an insane amount of coffee to keep yourself awake, editing all the nonsense from your book document and following marking what was left to write, taking time off to eat and some bathrooms break, until the nighttime when you were boringly reading through all the progress you'd made, waiting to hear a noise, any noise, but then, it wasn't necessary. Not at all.

The mysterious gray skinned man walked in through the door to your improvised studio. You observed him walking until he was on the free chair next to you, and he sat down elegantly, crossing his legs again.

"You're still here even after I demanded you to leave," he said, disdain in his tone when he addressed your previous encounter.

"I told you, I'm not planning to leave. You better get used to my company if you want to keep haunting this old home," you imitated him after closing your laptop, crossing your legs and your arms across your chest. Like if you were challenging him or something.

The two of you stayed like that, he made no amend to say something else, a battle of hard looks taking place instead until you sighed and unfolded your arms, allowing yourself to relax as much as you could in the chair.

"What are you, anyway? Do you have a name?" you questioned.

He rolled his eyes, and staring out the window behind you he answered. "Hyunjin. I'm a dark elf, we live here, in this town. This is my home."

"A dark elf…?" you repeated, mind trying to remember if you've heard of anything similar. All that you could think about were the elves from movies like Lord of the Rings and the Hobbit. Beautiful, which Hyunjin was, but he was missing some things like pointy ears, a bit more height and a positive attitude, but once again, you didn't know these beings were real, so your shock was a little obvious.

Hyunjin said nothing, staring at you while you processed what he had told you. Little by little, your mind went connecting the dots. Everything started to make sense, since the day of your arrival.

"You're responsible for all the knocking?" he nodded. "Okay, and I supposed that you were moving my things when I'm not here?" another nod.

You took a pause to resume thinking, and the faces of your few friends appeared in your mind, a quick thought that evolved into something more important, a revelation that you would've guessed if Seungmin hadn't told you why this was a ghost town.

"Are you… the devil's children? I think that's what Seungmin said…" you groaned, trying to remember what his exact words were, ignoring if Hyunjin had nodded to that question as well in your distress to try and recall the correct term your friend employed when he explained the reason for the town's isolation.

Creaking wood coming from under Hyunjin's bare feet got your attention, he stood up and caged you in your own chair, placing his hand on your desk and the other on the back of your chair, his icy cold eyes looking right into your soul.

"So what if we are, hmm? Does that make you feel scared, Y/N? Or were the nightmares enough to make you afraid of our town?" you didn't need to answer, your body spoke well in your place. You felt incredibly worried, yet something about how he towered over you and acted so threatening towards you… it stirred something inside you, it was like a weird attraction, and your mind went wild with the image of him doing unholy things to you.

Maybe you had finally gone crazy, maybe you were too sleep deprived and your brain couldn't work properly because of that.

Swallowing, you closed your eyes and then opened them, trying not to flinch when you made eye contact with him "No… you're scary enough, all you did to make me not want to sleep, all you're doing because you want me to go… what do you say we make a deal?" you offered.

His body seemed to freeze, hesitation showing a little in his face and then finally he moved away. The moonlight illuminated him as he leaned his back on the window, intrigued to listen to your possible deal.

"I don't think you can offer me anything I'd like, and vice-versa, but I'm dying to know what you have to say," he smirked.

"Listen, you want me to leave, yes? And I'm only here while I finish writing a trilogy, which by the way I'm halfway done with the second book and my editor wants me to send this draft in like 20 days, so obviously you eventually will get what you want and I'll be out of here as soon as I can," he listened to you intently, arms crossed, nodding his head for you to keep talking.

"What I can offer you is a normal life, with me, like you're a normal person. Think about it, you already showed yourself to me, I know about your existence, and you claiming this home as yours proves that you aren't planning on going anywhere. What do you say, do you want to pretend that you're a human like me?" At the end of your long explanation, he remained quiet for what felt like interminable seconds, until he moved in your direction and those scary eyes glared your way.

"And what do you gain from this?" he asked.

You didn't answer him –because you truly didn't know what to say– but your body betrayed you, thighs squeezing together when your brain played a quick image of what you wanted him to do to you but wouldn't dare to say. You hoped he missed that subtle reaction, or that at least he wouldn't mention anything about it.

"I don't want anything from you, just… be patient. If you were the one causing me nightmares, the lack of them will be enough for me to write more, hopefully," and he laughed. It was the first time you heard him with something other than hatred in his voice, you had to admit it was quite nice, the sudden burst catching you off guard as you looked for his handsome face with your cheeks slightly heated up.

"I made you have them so you would leave, I'm not sorry for that. I tried to make you miss your other home," Hyunjin admitted.

"Wait, so you knew what my nightmares contained? With full detail and everything?" you asked, eyes wide open as he nodded.

"It's something that I can do, as a dark elf. While humans sleep, we get close to them and whisper what we want them to dream, but it doesn't matter what we say, every time the dreams become nightmares," he explained. You hummed, interested in every word he said.

"That's… cool. Now it makes sense why I always dreamt the same thing with slight changes," you awkwardly laughed, then a yawn interrupted you and, for the first time since he allowed you to see him, Hyunjin looked at you with less threatening eyes, something similar to softness and gratefulness replaces the harsh emotions instead.

"Go sleep. You need to be rested so you can write better and leave sooner," he commented. You flared daggers at him, but said nothing and stood up to leave and go to your room. You didn't know he was following you, until you laid down on your bed and he looked out the window in the direction to the beach, whispering to you a good night without looking in your direction.

The following week passed by in a blur. You tried to adapt to Hyunjin's presence quickly, starting your routine alone when the sun was bright enough to bother you and then writing. Now that you were sleeping better, you opted to write one day and rest the next, and accepted to go out only those days when you were free.

Hyunjin appeared after the sun went down, he was quiet and almost all he did was read, or look out the window. The two of you really didn't pay attention to the other the first few days, but then you got curious about his nature and what being one of his race actually meant.

Sitting on a chair in your room while you were inside your bed, comfortably under your blankets, almost at 3 am he started telling you about himself, and you discovered why he was never around when the sun was brightly shining in the sky.

"It's dangerous for me, Y/N. I can never see the sun, because it turns my kind to stone and we die. I find it quite sad, actually, to be deprived of something so beautiful because it's dangerous," you sympathized with him, it sounded like he was suffering from having never seen the sun.

"It's not that great," you told him, moving on your face so you would be looking at the ceiling, "imagine a lit candle, and the warmth coming from the flame when you get close to it. That's the sun, a tiny sun you can extinguish when you don't need it anymore," you explained, making him laugh in your try to make him feel better for not being able to see the sun.

"Thanks for that, Y/N. I'll see you tomorrow, good night," he stood up, walking towards you and petting your head gently, the once icy eyes were warmer and the hate flooding his sight was long gone. It made you feel better that he seemed to trust you a little more, and didn't hate you as much to make you leave the house, provoking you horrible nightmares through his whispered words.

Days kept passing by, then you finally sent Changbin the finished draft and to celebrate the competition of the book you invited your friends to a nice dinner with some fancy wine you found in the basement (which, of course you wouldn't have known of its existence if it weren't for Hyunjin telling you about it.)

They arrived at the same time, the three of them coming out Seungmin's classic car and walking towards your door, Felix held a box with a cake inside while Jeongin held two bottles of champagne, one in each hand and behind both of them, Seungmin had a bouquet of flowers in his. They didn't know, but since it was the late evening and the sun was gone, Hyunjin looked at them approaching through the window without the risk of being turned to stone, then he closed the curtain and with fond eyes he looked at you hurriedly putting on your earrings, then you turned your back at him and asked him to help you with your necklace.

He did, taking the ends of the jewelry item and helping you put it in place, his eyes admired the soft skin of your neck, and when he was done and you turned to thank him, he desired nothing else than to tell your friends to leave and celebrate alone with just you, observing you eating the dinner he helped you prepare and then throw everything to the floor and make you his right there.

A knocking on the door interrupted the little moment between the two of you, and with a smile you retired from his sighting view, hearing how you opened the door and following the sound of your lovely voice, peeking through a corner and seeing you welcoming in your friends, hugging each of them as you happily guided them to the dining room.

Hyunjin heard you the whole night from upstairs; chatting, laughing, clinking your utensils and asking for a wine refill. You were happy, he even dared to say you were beyond that, overjoyed, and a little drunk, possibly.

The night continued after you were done with the principal meal, Jeongin helped you carry the dirty plates and put them in the dishwasher while you opened one of the bottles of champagne Jeongin brought, Seungmin carried plates and Felix opened the box with the cake, saying that he was excited to try it and that he already knew it would be delicious, and it actually was, it tasted like nothing you've tried before. Better than what you expected it to be.

A big clock located in the living room indicated that it was past midnight already. Hyunjin had gotten bored from being upstairs all by himself, deprived from all the fun happening downstairs with you so he started to make some noise to see if he could scare them a little and finally spend time with you, but it didn't seem to work, as soon he heard music playing with the intention to stop hearing the noise he made.

"Oh, look at the time!" Felix exclaimed.the three of you turned your heads to look at him showing his phone screen, the big number indicating the hour displaying 1:54 am.

"It is pretty late. We should be going, it was very fun to be here, Y/N. Dinner was delicious, thank you for inviting us," Seungmin smiled, standing up and walking towards you. You stood up as well and the two of you hugged, then it was Felix's turn, and lastly, Jeongin who hadn't drank any drop of wine and champagne and was sticking to pure soda because he was the designated driver.

You walked out and stayed with them until their car disappeared in the darkness, and when you walked into your home again, there was Hyunjin sitting on the couch looking at you with a serious face. You smiled at him, and the heart that he initially thought was frozen turned in his chest when he saw your colored cheeks and nose.

"Come here," he called you, patting the spot next to him, his legs comfortably spread. You giggled, but followed his order regardless and sat sideways, facing him.

Hyunjin raised one of his hands, moving it towards your face and caressing your side. You closed your eyes and enjoyed his cold touch against your warm skin, sighing from the contact and unconsciously rested in his hand. It had been a while since you had been this intimate with someone, but you had been living with Hyunjin for a while, and he was handsome and besides trying to make you leave his property, he hadn't harmed you. Your relationship started with some scares, but he was just a roommate. A handsome roommate.

Opening your eyes and looking at him through your lashes, you kicked your lips and shyly asked "Can I kiss you?" and you blushed even more. He remembers one of your friends suggesting to turn on the chimney, the fire dimly illuminated you and he could swear you looked so goddamn irresistible… he couldn't take it any longer.

Without answering you, he pulled your face towards him, his other hand rested on your thigh and his lips finally met yours. It was like magic, like trying something that had been forbidden for you for the first time knowing that you would get lectured from it, but oh, so worth it…

Separating from him, Hyunjin groaned and moved you away from him.

"Sit on my lap," he said, and you were quick to do as he spoke, standing up and straddling his lap, kissing him again, this time more passionately, his hands resting on your hips while yours started resting in his shoulders until the kiss became sloppier, then your hand traveled down to his chest, you started to grind against him until you were out of breath and a whimper scraped your lips, making the elf under you curse, throwing his head against the back of the couch and slightly rising his hips for more friction against you, his growing and hardening member confined in his bottoms, you were able to feel how he was no longer soft.

"Fuck, you're a sin," he mumbled, looking at you, his hands now on your thighs rising your dress but not actually daring to go further and touch you. "I'm dying to make you mine, Y/N. It's very hard to control myself right now, I can kiss you one last time and we'll leave it there, okay?"

You bent down to suck on his neck, hands resting on the hem of his pants until you heard him say that and you quickly whined. "Why do you want to stop? You're saying you don't want me but your body tells me otherwise," you cried out, looking at him with a pout.

"You're drunk, Y/N. I can taste the wine in your lips when I kiss you, I don't want to feel like I'm taking advantage of you, if I'm going to fuck you, I want you to want this as well, baby," he explained, taking your hand and bringing it to his lips to kiss the back of it. You'd never expected to hear a supernatural being asking for consent, yet here you were, making out with one and feeling wet just for the way he had kissed you.

"I'm not drunk, you'd be surprised about how much I can last drinking and still be sober, but thank you for asking," you kissed his cheek, before moving to his ear and whispering, "besides, Hyunjin, I've wanted this for a long time, believe me. I want this more than anything. You have my permission, I'm giving you full consent to fuck me."

Apparently that was all he needed to hear, because next thing you knew is that he placed his hands under your ass and carried you while he walked to the dining room, placing you on the empty wooden table as he pushed a chair back and kneeled on the floor, his hands opening your legs for him, sneaky hands taking off your undergarment and disposing of it somewhere in the floor while he have you a quick smirk, then his handsome face disappeared between your legs and holding his beautiful long hair, you started to moan when his tongue toyed with you.

Resting one of your legs on his shoulder, you took a fist of the skirt of your dress to see him enjoying the time he spent working on you, full lips cocooning your clit and suckling on it making you gasp and hold your breath, your other leg being held by him making you feel so vulnerable in front of him, but you liked it, and your mind was numb in pleasure as he sucked and collected your wetness, suddenly adding two finger that he worked wonderfully inside you, curling them in your velvety insides until he found that spot that made you pull his hair and scream in surprise the first time he reached it.

At that point you were coming undone from his doing, one hand pushing him further to you and supporting yourself with your other arm, your hand had pushed the top of your dress down to expose your chest and your fingers played with your nipple while Hyunjin kept your legs nicely open for him with one hand and fingered you with the other beside eating you out. You could swear you were in heaven the moment you came in his mouth, legs slightly shaking and breathing irregular as you moaned Hyunjin's name over and over with your eyes closed, arm too tired to keep supporting you so your orgasm made you arch your back against the coldness of the fancy wood table.

"That was so good, I hadn't come like that since… forever!" you laughed, looking up and seeing your non human roommate wiping his mouth. You noticed how his eyes weren't icy blue, but instead red like that one time when you felt aroused the first time, and that's how you knew the night was far from finished.

"I am not yet done with you, sweetheart. You still haven't come on my cock, baby," he smiled evilly at you, taking off his shirt and reaching down to kiss you, helping you get rid of the annoying cloth that was covering your torso, your legs hugged his waist and your pussy made contact with his erection, making him roll his hips.

The two of you kept kissing while he finished undressing, and once he was fully naked like you, he took you by the arm and turned you, pushing your front against the table and spreading your legs with his knee. He collected your essence with two of his fingers, taking it to his lips and smelling it before licking it clean, his other hand pumping himself and teasing you with the head of his cock until you complained with a whine, pushing into you slowly.

Deliciously stretching your insides, you moaned when he was fully inside you, head turned to look at his features as they showed honest ecstasy from what he felt while being inside you, and then, with his hands firmly grabbing your hips to keep you in place, he started to move slowly.

The way he trusted into you harshly made your head spin, you were out of breath whenever he was fully inside you, and you gladly took all of him into your warm pussy, nearing your second orgasm of the night while he still didn't feel as close.

"Go faster," you demanded, but he ignored you, completely stopping and grabbing a fist of your hair, pulling you so your back would be against his chest, you instinctively placed a knee over the table, one hand grabbing his right butt cheek and the other looking for the hand grabbing your hair, which then moved to hold you in place by the neck and slightly choke you once he started fucking you again. It was a silent lesson to keep quiet, and you obliged to it.

You noticed how Hyunjin seemed to squeeze harder and groan when his breathing started becoming more herractic and his pace a little faster, your moans coming out dragged and high pitched because of the orgasm you were containing. You tried so hard to resist, but the mere instant you felt his cock twitch inside you it became too much for you and with a few tears coming out of your eyes you came again, Hyunjin fucked you through your orgasm until he suddenly pulled out of you and pushed your back against the table without a warning. You lied on top of it trying to breathe normally again while he moved his hand along his length, and then you felt a warm spurt land on your stomach, Hyunjin moaned under his breath as he came and you watched him with fogged eyes, listening to him. He sounded so beautiful.

He didn't collapse next to you, like the previous men you had been with, instead he went to the kitchen to bring some napkins and clean the mess he had made in your stomach, tenderly cleaning you with gentle hands and kissing your sweaty forehead.

Again, he picked you up out of nowhere in bridal style, and he went upstairs with you in his arms towards your room, letting you in your bed carefully. You scooted over to make space for him, and he understood that you wanted him to cuddle you, which he immediately did.

"You know, there's a lot more things I want to do to you," he confessed, looking at you resting on his chest. "But you should rest a little first, you'll need to be rested if you allow me to make those thoughts come true," Hyunjin smirked.

"I guess the only solution for that is to last a lot of time writing my next book," you joked, expecting him to react. You raised an eyebrow when he didn't, questioning his serious exterior.

"Since I've got the chance to get to know you better, I… I don't want you to leave. I like your company, and having you here."

"Are y– do you really like me enough to let me live here, with you? In your home?" you incredulously asked. He simply nodded.

Now it was your turn to not react. That had been the deal, both with him, and the family friend, but maybe… maybe you could buy the house from them. Maybe there was something you could do to stay with him, but first you needed to know if he meant that.

"I think… I think I can fix that, and stay here. With you, writing my books and having my editor publish them, that way I can keep making money and living with you in this tiny town," you babbled, brain going as fast as it could planning everything.

"I'd love that, having you with me. I think you're all that I was missing, Y/N. Now this house feels more like a home, and it's not just a place for me to haunt. Thank you."

You moved to kiss him sweetly on the lips, caressing his face after. His eyes weren't either blue or red, they were gray, matching his unnatural skin color. He looked more like a human like that, but still handsome as ever.

"Your company made this house feel like a home to me as well, you know? Also, I think… I think I love you," you awkwardly said, making him laugh.

"I love you too. I hope you can stay with me, in our sweet home."

That's just how dreams worked, and sometimes you forgot about them but while they made you laugh after waking up, having the liberty of dreaming whatever your brain felt like creating, you were always content to sleep.

Tonight you had an interesting dream, one like a few you had before but slightly different.

It started with you painting in a magic easel in the middle of your living room but then you were suddenly interrupted by the ringing of the door, finding a recently new coworker standing outside, one hand in his pocket, the other resting against the wall and a devilish smile on his pretty face.

"I hope you were waiting for me," he greeted you, entering your home and closing the door behind him. You observed him go to your room and stare out the window, while you sat on the bed and watched him in silence.

He wasn't even looking at you, but something about him… you didn't know what it was but you wanted him to pay attention to you, to have him smiling your way, to hold his hand, to be able to touch him…

"Come lay here with me," you whispered, moving further in the bed and patting the space you had made for him.

Minho turned after hearing you call, that hypnotizing smile that made you feel butterflies in your stomach on his lips, and without saying anything he walked to the bed, crawling on it until he had you caged under him.

Holding his face in your hands while you hold your breathe, you decided to pull him in and finally kissed him, he allowed you to do it, and you don't know how much time had happened but soon he had you naked and he was thrusting into you harshly, you moaned his name and grabbed his biceps so tightly until the last moment of your climax…

And then, you woke up; wet panties, breathing heavily, sweaty forehead.

That evening when you went to work you couldn't even face the protagonist of your erotic dream, your cheeks heating up whenever he asked you something and you gave a vague answer to avoid talking with him for long periods of time. You felt ashamed that your brain had decided to fantasize about him.

The worst part was that that mere day was just the beginning of many more wet dreams to come; the second time it happened you were getting your groceries and then he asked if you could help him choose a cereal to then push you against the boxes and fuck you standing there, not caring if people could find you or not, it was… thrilling to be doing something so explicit in a Walmart isle like it was just you and him there.

Then, the day after that you were at the vet to do a normal check up routine on a tiny dragon and he happened to be the veterinarian working there, taking your little friend and putting him in a cage and guiding you to his office where he bended you over the desk and age you out like a starved man.

It was tiring, if you had to be truly honest. You weren't sure if those erotic dreams were livid dream or just fantasies you'd like to accomplish, but when you opened your eyes after cumming with soaked underwear and you had to clean everything, you kept thinking about it for the rest of the day.

Work was awkward as hell; you could swear that as days passed and you kept dreaming about Minho doing unholy things to you, the closest he started getting to you, waiting for you to arrive and opening the door for you, chilling by your space when he didn't have much to do, cracking jokes or simply winking his eye playfully when you dared look at him and indulge in the images that your dreams planted in your mind.

Afraid of sleeping at night and having those repetitive dreams, on your day off you decided to call a friend, texting him the favor you had in mind to see if he was up to helping you get rid of those vivid dreams, and of course he gladly accepted.

Dressed in comfortably yet elegant clothes, the familiar ringing of the bell announced his arrival.

You happily ran to open the door for him, kissing his cheek and stepping aside to let him in. Just like you, he had dressed nice enough for the occasion.

"Hey, how're you doing? I hope I'm not too late for dinner, I brought some wine too," he said, your eyes wandering to see the bottle in his hand, both of you smelling the air once he detected the delicious smell of freshly served food.

"You arrived just in time, come on," you took his hand, guiding him to the prepared table and sitting in front of each other.

You were nervous, yes, but you were also very excited. Locking eyes with him across the table, winking quickly and then he smiled your way, your heart skipping a beat. He was very attractive, you couldn't deny.

"How's the food, Chan?" you asked, taking another bite of the meal you had put a lot of effort into making.

"Delicious, tastes like it was made by a professional chef," he complimented, making you laugh and looking at him through your lashes, seeing that he was grinning too.

"You're so flattering, I'm very happy you like my food. Take it as a thank you for agreeing to come over and helping me out." You placed your hand on the table, slowly moving it so it could rest on top of Chan's and squeeze it gently.

"You know I love your food too much, Y/N, and don't worry, it's more than a pleasure to help you when you need me, you've done the same for me as well," he moved your hand and held yours, then he let go of it, standing up from the chair and walking to you, holding your chin with two of his fingers and bending down to capture your lips in his.

Moving away from him too soon, you moved from the chair and wrapped your arms around his neck, he quickly put an arm around your waist tightly, your body pressed against his as he passionately kissed you, dragging his tongue on your lips and then deciding to explore your mouth with it, your hand tangled in his hair and your leg hugged his own, grinding subtly against his crotch, fully enjoying the kiss.

The next time you separates was on his initiative, his hands traveled down to your ass and knowing what he wanted, you jumped trusting that he would catch you, now both of your legs hugging him and he made the way to the familiarity of your bedroom, where your comfortable bed was awaiting for the two of you to truly start the night fun.

Chan sat down with you on his lap, you attacked his neck and his hands went to undress you, yours doing pretty much the same and skillfully unbuttoning his shirt; soon the two of you were completely naked, you bounced on his cock moaning, hands on his broad shoulders, his on your hips trying to help you, your mind flooded in ecstatic pleasure, until the moment you came and he asked you to say his name when he noticed how near you were.

"A–ah, Minho! I'm cumming," you cried out, throwing your head backwards, closing your eyes and digging your nails on your partner's shoulders. For some reason, he stopped trying to help you bounce.

When you opened your eyes again, Chan was looking at you with a weird expression on his face. He saw you come down from your high, carefully manhandling you to make you lay next to him without saying a word, your logic skill too numb to ask him what was wrong, so licking your lips and trying to regulate your breathing, you asked "you haven't came yet, want me to blow you?"

Surprisingly, he shook his head and picked up his clothes from the floor, starting to get dressed in front of you.

"I'm okay, thanks for offering. Maybe–" Chan closed his eyes tightly, breathing in and then out, "maybe next time you should ask for help from this Minho guy."

And then, after processing his words you froze like a kid who got caught stealing from the cookie jar before dinner. Had you heard wrong, or had Chan actually said what your mind caught? Stuttering, you blinked two, three times. "W- what…?"

Sighing, Chan sat next to you on the bed, looking at you with a little sadness in his eyes.

"When I told you to say my name, when you were about to cum, you didn't say my name. You called out for some Minho. Look, Y/N, I… I like you, I was thinking of asking you out after this– I even thought this was a date, but it seems like I was wrong. I hope you can get closer to him, I'm going home."

He left you speechless, and just like that you watched him turn his back and leave the room, still in the same spot on the bed. Then you heard how the front door closed, and you were left alone.

You didn't know when you fell asleep, but the next time you opened your eyes the clock in your night stand read 3:31 am, you rubbed your eyes, stood up and walked to the window, a sad feeling lingering on your mind, but you didn't seem to care at all. You couldn't sleep, that was the main issue.

The solution to your problem didn't seem to solve anything, if only it worsened because instead of waking in the morning with a pool of wetness between your legs, you were roaming your house with no clothes on, glass of water in your hand and tangled hair, your mind thinking of your annoying yet handsome co worker. You hated him for causing all those fantasies to the deepest part of your repressed sexual life.

When the sun was bright outside again, your phone ringing with the alarm for you to start getting ready for work came from your bedroom, you hurried to turn it off and start the day.

Lee Minho, the cause of your nightmares disguised as something else. He was simply sitting in front of you, ignorant of what his handsomeness caused to your mind. He had been trying to get closer to you, so you assumed that you were some kind of friends, spending your breaks chatting together but never getting too close.

He was a mysterious man, never giving away too much information about him, or his past, preferring to hear you talk about yourself and memories you had. He sometimes did the same, telling you how his workout routine and what he had cooked or was planning to prepare later that day.

His work space was close to yours, you had to see him do the bare minimum and you noticed that some things had you squeezing your legs, he always looked so damn hot, provoking you the urge to lock yourself in the bathroom and touch yourself to his image and combine it with your dreams…

You never did, because that would be weird, but you started going home with the eagerness of being alone and available to moan all you wanted, calling Minho's name out loud when you came like you'd done with Chan.

Except that this time, when you tried to open your car's door, a hand holding it kept you from successfully opening it. You followed the hand connected to the owner, the one and only who spent so much time in your head.

"Minho…?"

"Shut up, Y/N. I need to talk to you, because I don't understand how you've managed to stay away from me. I know you've been having wet dreams about me," he stepped closer to you, one hand on your waist and the other on your cheek, his face got closer to your side and when his lips hovered on your ear, he continued what he was saying in the firm of a whisper. "I know all your little fantasies, all you want me to do to you, but you can't accept it. Come with me and I'll treat you like no one has treated you before."

Your eyes widened, your knees were ready to give up and if it weren't for him holding you you would be dropping to the floor in no time. The warmth of his breath against the shell of your ear made you feel tingly, a knot in your throat when you processed what he just said sent a shiver down your spine. How could he probably know about that, if you hadn't told anyone?

"Why– How do you know that?" you asked in a whisper, just like him.

Minho separated from you, he rested his weight on the side of your car and grinned, licking his lips before answering.

"Because I made you have them, so you would want to have sex with me. I'm not a mortal like you, or like anyone in the office. I'm an incubus, I have sex with whoever I want, and I want you, Y/N. I must have you."

His eyes suddenly darkened completely, the black of his pupil taking over all other colors in his eyes, and something about his aura shifted too. You didn't know why, but you felt like you wanted to submit to him, do what he wanted, and just accept that he had chosen you for a night of passion.

"T–take me home, I'll be yours," you said, your voice a quiet susurrus that he caught clearly. He nodded, and when you saw him get closer to you, you noticed how his teeth had changed and now they were all pointy and sharp, like he was a predator and you were the prey.

"Why wait to get home, when I could have you right here, sweetheart? I know you don't mind getting a little exposed, so what do you say, hmm?" He circled you, analyzing you as he walked around you until he was behind you, his hands still on your body touching you a little tentatively to test how far he could go, waiting to see if you wanted him to stop or keep going. You nodded, because for fuck's sake, there was a pooling wetness between your legs and an agonizing ache to be tucked by him and only him.

"No, don't just nod at me, princess. I want you to tell me that I can fuck you here," he demanded, a hand on your neck making you rest against him.

"Yes, yes, fuck me against the car, you can do it," you said, verbally signing this deal.

Once he heard you consent, a hand slipped past your pants and underwear, humming when his fingers felt the grade of wetness he knowingly caused you, his other hand left your throat to pull down your bottom clothes to grant him better access at your hole, fingerling you so expertly that he had you feeling like jello, biting the skin of your arm resting on the roof of the car to try and muffle your moans.

Truth is, he was fingering you too well, your mind too gone away in pleasure to care anymore if anyone walked in to get into their car or to check if there were any cameras. All you knew was Lee Minho's name and how his digits felt inside you, the way he moved them to make you cum around his hand like it only took him a snap of his free hand.

"Fuck me, please I need you to fuck me," you cried out, turning your head to look at him directly. The man smiled silly at you, but removed his hands from you and soon enough he had his cock in the air, hard and ready in his hand.

You couldn't take your eyes off it, it wasn't like any other you'd seen before, or how your dreams imagined it to be, no. It had his normal skin color at the base, but almost by the middle of it a glowing green replaced the normal color until the tip, long in size and thick, thicker than you've ever seen. Your mind short circuited when you saw him, mouth watering as well. You wondered how it would feel to have it inside you, and luckily to you, it was only a matter of time until you found out.

Pressing himself against your entrance, with a quick sway of his hips he was halfway into your hole, one of his hands on your hip and the other finding home around your neck again, getting comfy with how he felt inside you, a groan letting you know how much he was enjoying this too.

He filled you up, and then the real fun started, he was quick to pound into you, the hand on your neck squeezing from time to time making your pleasure be amplified a little more and your mind go dizzy, the sound of sin echoing through the hopefully empty parking lot.

You tried to help him, arching your back to grant a little more access to your intimity and he took the opportunity to wrap a hand around your stomach and look for your clit, the combination of that stimulation plus the way he was thrusting you so hard and deliciously made the choking the cherry on top, you were sure you had drawn a little blood from your lip from biting too hard as a way to silence your moans and whimpers, a product of how good you were being treated by this… hellish being.

"Fuck, you feel even better than I imagined, slut. I bet you're close, aren't I right, beautiful?" he whispered, the name he called sparkling something that you didn't quite know if you would like, loving it when he told you that. A mix of both praising and humiliation, legs failing to work a little, your unsteadiness warning him or your nearing second orgasm.

"That's right, you're gone cum around my cock, and you'll take every last drop of my cum once I'm done with you and you're gonna love it, because you're my little cockslut, aren't you, baby?"

"Y–yes, I'm your– your little cockslut… I'm, shit… I'm gonna cum, ahhh, Minho!" he added a little more pressure in the hand that he was choking you with, and you reached your climax, rolling your eyes and drooling a little, being overstimulated by his still thrusting hips, but not too long after you, he came as well.

Both of you were in a post orgasmic satisfaction, needing a little moment before trying to make yourselves presentable and get in the car, but you eventually managed to get into the co-pilot's seat, feeling hos Minho's seed tried to drip from your cunt.

"I have to say," he started, turning on the car and getting your attention, "it was way better than I anticipated. Are you up for a round two?" he winked.

"Your place or my place?" was your answer.

"Well, I can't take you to the underworld, so I guess it'll be yours then, doll. Direct me, please." You chuckled at his response, but you simply gave him your address.

There was one thing you hadn't stopped thinking about, and it really annoyed you, because upon seeing it you were beyond curious. Yes, you had it inside you, but you still wondered how it would be like to have a demonic cock in your mouth; how it would taste, how it would react, how it felt.

"Hey," you got his attention, "can I blow you while you drive?" you shyly asked.

He wasn't looking at you, but at the road, his eyes wide open after hearing your offer, but he cleared his throat and told you to start if you wanted.

You undid your security belt, sitting on your knees and bending in the middle of the two seats, hands on his lap undoing his zipper and pulling out his semi hard cock one more time.

Looking at it this close, you could appreciate his prominent veins, and how truly thick it was. You could only smile like a cat who got the mouse.

"Oh my God, you're so fucking big…" you said, hands around his base looking small compared to him.

You heard Minho chuckle and then hiss when your lips wrapped around his tip, then you swirled your tongue and took as much of him as you could in your mouth, wet sounds made by your mouth and humming that sent vibrations to the rest of his body made him curse under his breath, his left hand rested on your head and the right one on the wheel, knuckles white from the strength he was holding it with.

The security belt around him kept him from thrusting into your mouth, allowing you to go as deep as you could and keep you from gagging.

You were working wonders around him, the way that he couldn't keep his mouth shut made you know that, a feeling of pride filling your chest when you felt him twitch in your mouth, separating from him and jerking him, your tongue out as you got ready for him to let go.

A spurt of semen fell on your face, the rest landing successfully in your mouth and tongue, and Minho took advantage of the red light to appreciate your messy face full of him. You looked… sinful. He loved that from you.

A honking from the car behind yours made Minho react and kept driving, after all you were almost at your place.

Taking napkins from your purse, you cleaned what was left of his fluids from your face and took your house keys when the car stopped moving, you walked to Minho's side and took his hand, guiding him to your humble home.

"I wanna continue where we left it, but I have a few questions too," you said, closing and locking the door behind you. Your companion wasted no time and he sat on the couch, arms resting on the back of it and legs comfortably spread.

"What do you wanna know, darling?" he asked, allowing you to day what was troubling you.

"You mentioned that you weren't human, and as I could see you weren't lying, so what exactly are you?" you sat next to him, grabbing his arm and playing with his hand.

"I'm… just an incubus. A sex demon, I see someone I like, I provoke them and make myself get involved with them, we have sex, I convince them to come to hell with me, they get crazy and I just kind of leave them be in the underworld when they die."

"Oh," you said, blinking.

"I don't think you'll follow that path, though. You resisted the urge to look for me at the beginning. I still don't understand how, but you did. You're something special," he squeezed your hand, eyes locking with yours, the unfamiliarity of those fully black orbs unsettled you, yet they excited you at the same time.

You cleared your throat, looking at your hands together before continuing "Question two, if you're a sexual demon and I have sex with you can you give me something in exchange or do I just gain a ticket to hell?"

"Having mind blowing orgasms doesn't count?" he joked, winking at you. "You can gain things, humans usually summon us for fame, money and success, as well as sex. If you want any of that, I can give it to you but I'll need to drink a little bit of your blood during sex," he explained.

"That's interesting. And how do you, uhm… how do incubi make more incubi?" you finally asked, remembering how he came inside you. You took the pill, sure, Minho knew that because he had seen you take them at work, but it wasn't a method 100% effective, so just to make sure you asked about the possibility of conceiving a hybrid child.

"My demon race can't have babies, if that's what you're worried about, but you might develop a breeding kink if we have too much sex. Make sure to take your pills always so you're safe when you're with someone else, alright?" you nodded.

"Alright, there's a lot of things we did in your dreams, with which one do you wanna start the night?"

That's how you continued the little rendezvous, you proceeded to throw yourself at him and kiss him, and later you were riding him, only to soon be placed on the coffee table and be railed good by his powerful cock.

Minho had a lot of stamina, it surprised you how long he could last and how much he could make you cum, tears falling from your eyes at some point while he ate you out in your carpeted living room, his body on the floor while you were hovering on his face grinding against his tongue, a single finger teased your butthole while your pussy throbbed.

Then, you told him that you needed a break for dinner and he went with you to the kitchen, 'helping' you cook but in reality he took the whipping cream you were saving for a cake you wanted to bake in the weekend and he sprayed it on your chest by accident, licking it clean and playing with your nipples, a hand shoved between your legs.

In the early morning when he finally decided to let you rest after claiming you in the shower and leaving marks everywhere, you tiredly closed your eyes and hoped to be able to sleep for enough time, being thankful that you didn't dream of anything.

The feeling of victory when you woke up to the smell of hotcakes coming from the kitchen allowed you to know that yes, the man [who had caused all] of your dreams was real, a demonic being, but real and incredibly good skilled in bed.

"Good morning, gorgeous. Here's a little reward from how you did last night," he said, placing a glass of milk in front of you on the table.

"Thank you, sir. It was nice spending time with you, maybe we could repeat it again, someday" you said, expecting him to brush the suggestion.

"That would be amazing, are you sure you can fake another night of Minho?" he asked, sitting in front of you and chewing his own breakfast.

"Sure, it'll be easy, you know what I like and allow me to experiment. That's… something I liked" you blushed, taking a sip of milk.

"So yes, what do you say, same place after work, Lee Minho?"

"I hope you're ready for what you're getting into, I can get a little possessive with what belongs to me, and you belong to me now, don't you?"

You swallowed, looking up at him feeling a little aroused. "Y–yes, sir, I belong to you."

"That's right, my little cockslut. I'll see you, same time after work, I'll give you the whole day if you want to back off." You nodded in understanding, then the two of you continued to eat your food in the silence of the late sunny morning.

"Alright, I'll get home to get ready for work, see you later," he said, standing up and walking away from the kitchen, but then turning and calling your name.

"Ah, before I leave, I wanted to request something from you."

"You have a request? What is it?" you innocently asked.

"Don't wear any underwear, okay? See you later, sexy."

After that encounter, you took the hunter to your place, your little cozy home and explained everything you did to him; he understood you, and gave you a word of advice telling you that you should leave or they would hire someone else to kill you.

He offered for you to go with him, and you accepted. Eventually, you found out that Chan was a hardworking man, he always put his best effort in everything he did, and he knew when it was fine to surrender or to keep trying. You liked that of him, you decided.

Since that day in the forest, the two of you had stayed together. "Pack everything you have and we'll leave as soon as possible," he ordered. You thanked him, telling him that he could stay in your home until he had to leave again and he gladly accepted.

It was rough for you, having to hide and hearing the townspeople cheer when he announced that he had killed the witch, which you discovered almost everyone called you freely behind your back, but you wouldn't cry, no. Why would you cry, if your dream was to leave that tiny place? If anything, you were glad that Chan asked if you were willing to go with him.

Three days passed, and on the fourth night he announced that everything was ready for you to go to the next town. "How do you know where to go next after visiting any place?" you asked him when the two of you were inside the carriage.

"I receive letters. I have a reputation I must live up to, after all. My father taught me everything he knew, and now I made it my job to save people from other worldly creatures," he explained. You listened to him, asking him about what he had done and what he had to deal with.

He said it was usually human kidnappings that caught his attention, but didn't reveal much of his adventures, saying that you would get to see it yourself soon, anyway.

"Why did you ask me to come with you?" you finally asked, looking at him with your eyes fully open.

"Because you seem like you're special, and besides, you know how to heal people. If I get wounded, I'll be happy to have you by my side to take care of me" Chan laughed, dismissing any longer explanation and suggesting you go to sleep.

When the sun was high enough and the lightning filtered through the curtain of the carriage's window, you rubbed your eyes and saw Chan leaning to said window, appreciating the scenery in front of him. You shifted to try and see where you were, knowing that you wouldn't be able to recognize anything since this was just the first time you were far from your hometown.

"Ah, you're awake" his voice startled you, making you look at him. "That's great," he commented, putting his hands together and sitting correctly "we're almost there."

"What were you hired to hunt here, Chan?" you asked, voice a little raspy from having just woken up. He smiled before answering you.

"That's the fun part of having a job like mine, Y/N. You never know what to expect," he said, sighing. You didn't know what to say to respond to that statement.

The carriage started slowing the speed, fully stopping when you reached a big staircase that led to the main entrance of a manor. The man in charge of the carriage hopped down from the front, hurrying to open the door and announce your arrival.

"We have finally arrived at Lovain Manor, Mr. Bang" the third voice called. Chan nodded, finally stepping out and touching the concrete with his own two feet, stretching his arms freely while the other man helped you come out of the carriage. You did pretty much the same procedure as Chan, breathing in the new air and allowing yourself to take a look around.

The manor looked… enormous. It was bigger than any building you'd ever seen in your life, you thought that it was possible for a place this big to house a whole town and some more, even.

A hand on your shoulder brought you back to reality. "Care to join me?" Chan asked, suitcase in hand as he took your hand in his warm one, guiding you to the entrance.

He placed his suitcase down, knocking on the door two, three times until a middle aged woman appeared behind it, waiting for Chan to present himself.

"Good morning, miss. My name's Bang Chan and this is my companion Y/N, you see miss, I received a letter from Mr. Lee" he said, letting go of your hand for a moment to look for the said paper with the Lee signature to show it as proof to the woman. When he gave it, he gave you a quick wink, maybe as some form of reassuring for you.

"Ah, Mr. Bang! Yes, the mistress said to expect your arrival soon, come on in, I'll tell the butlers to take your luggage to a free room," the lady announced, her face expression changing when she recognized the name.

Chan nodded, turning to you to let you walk in before him like the gentleman he was. You hesitated, looking from her to him, and then to the man carrying the rest of his and your stuff up the stairs. You could tell Chan to make his driver take you to the nearest town and dr–

"Don't be nervous, I'll take care of you if anything happens, Y/N. You're not alone anymore, I'm with you now" he smiled, placing his warm hand on your shoulder and smiling at you.

His smile… that was another thing that you decided you liked. Blinking after hearing those words, you walked in and stood behind the lady who was waiting for Chan to get inside as well before she started walking.

Once inside, you noticed his eyes still on you, so you looked at him and smiled shyly. He nodded, and took your hand again before following the woman who started walking to take the two of you somewhere.

You were thankful that Chan had grabbed your hand to follow the lady, it allowed you to look around and confirm that this place was as big as it seemed to be inside. You wondered how long it took to get the floor carpeted and how old the place was to have many paintings hanging on the walls. You thought that it was mesmerizing.

Standing outside a big door, you finally realized that you had reached your destination. It opened from the inside after hearing some knocking from your guide, and when it opened you found something similar to an office. A desk in the middle, a lot of shelves around, chairs; it was exactly how you expected offices to look like.

Behind the desk, a man who looked to be around his 40s was sitting, he had black hair with accents of gray hairs here and there and he wore glasses as well. He was looking at the door to see who dared disturb him during his work.

"Mr. Lee, the hunter has arrived," the lady spoke.

"Thank you for bringing him to me, Matilda," the man said. She bowed and turned to leave when his voice resonated again. "No, don't leave yet. Wait outside for him and take him to a spare room when we're done."

"Yes, sir" Matilda nodded, bowing again and waiting for more instructions. Her superior mumbled that it was okay for her to leave the room now, and she did, closing the door behind her.

"Now, Mr. Bang, why don't you and your… companion take a seat, hmm?" Mr. Lee stood up, pointing the empty chairs in front of him.

You felt a squeeze on your hand, and that when you remembered he was still holding you until that moment. Chan straightened his back and with his hand indicated for you to take one chair, you did and he helped fix the chair for you, taking the other one and resting his arms on the arm holders, looking comfy.

Mr. Lee waited for you to sit before sitting himself again, clearing his throat before speaking.

"As you might remember I wrote in the letter, Mr. Bang, my family and I are in need of your services. Three of my maids have disappeared here in the castle and others claim to have heard strange noises at night. I don't want them or my butlers to quit, so I need to resolve this problem" the man explained. You were thankful that he addressed everything, because you had no clue what you had signed in for when you decided to come along with Chan.

"You're very welcome, Mr. Lee. I'm going to need more information to know where to begin my research to get rid of this… annoyance. Do you happen to know when this began? Where do the noises start?" You looked next to you at Chan, he was asking those questions like it was a routine for him.

"No, I'm afraid I do not know, but my son might. He has complained about people running outside his room for many months now. Ask Matilda to take you to him, if you must."

Chan nodded, standing up and fixing his clothes. Mr. Lee did the same, saying something that you didn't quite hear and then you saw them shaking hands over the desk. You took that as an indication for you to stand up as well, shaking Mr. Lee's cold hand (compared to Chan's) and following your friend outside.

"Come on, Mr. Bang, I'll take you two to your room. Follow me please," Matilda said, starting to walk with you and Chan behind her.

"Mr. Lee mentioned that his son might know something. Can you take us with him after you show us our room?" the hunter asked when you were at the bottom of the stair, getting Matilda's attention.

"Of course, sir. That won't be a problem, young Mr. Lee is always in the kitchen" she smiled, turning and starting to go up the stairs.

The three of you kept walking until you were in a long corridor, different to what you were able to see downstairs, upstairs was full of doors and tables with plants here and there to decorate. On the walls there were a few paintings, but it still felt a little empty. Your heart ached a bit, so much space for such a small family…

Going to the left side, Matilda stopped walking when she was in front of the third door, she opened the door and walked in, turning on the light for you and Chan to admire the inside.

A bed so big like you had never seen before resting in the middle, it had posts and a curtain hanging from above making it seem magical, with nightstands on each side of it. In the right side of the room, a vanity mirror and more furniture that you assumed was empty for the guests to put their belongings in, and lastly, a love couch next to a bookshelf and a coffee table in front of it.

You failed to notice your luggage resting on the bed, and the door hidden next to the bookshelf. Your eye caught their existence the second time you scanned the room.

"I'll let you two get comfortable for now and come back later to take you with the young master," Matilda said, finding your marveled face cute when you walked in the room. Chan thanked her and you nodded, hearing the door close when she left.

"This is amazing, Chan!" you exclaimed, running to the bed and throwing yourself next to the suitcases. A hearty laugh coming from you which made Chan smile as well.

"It's temporary, Y/N. We'll get different housing wherever we go, so don't get too comfy, alright?" he said, sitting next to you and placing his hand on your knee while he explained. He treated you so gently, you knew you had only known him for less than a month, but you decided that you liked his company.

"Alright, I'm so glad you understand, Y/N. I'm gonna start unpacking, okay? You can go and have a nice bath if you want" you thought about it, but opted for staying and helping him unpack.

After all, you didn't know how long you would be staying, so you could bathe whenever you felt like you wanted to relax.

When you were all settled in, a knocking on the door distracted you from the book that you grabbed to read. Chan had stepped into the bathroom to take the bath you didn't and walked out just when you were about to open the door. You gave him a quick look, he looked refreshed and seemed like he needed it badly. You caught yourself smiling when you saw his freshly clean face.

Shaking your head, you placed your hand on the knob and opened it, a young man near your age greeting you from behind it.

"Hello, Mrs. Bang, my name is Hwang Hyunjin. Miss Matilda told me you wanted to see the young master, I will take you with him, if you follow me?" he said, making you blush when he first addressed you.

"O-oh, it's okay but please, you can call me Y/N! I'm just…" you rambled, now thinking what you were to Chan. His pupil? That couldn't be because you weren't interested in what he did. Companion, probably, but the sound of that was like you were with him unofficially. His nurse? That was the most accurate option, because he told you that's why he invited you to go with him.

"Miss Y/N is my assistant, Mr. Hwang" chan interrupted, standing behind you and placing his hand on your waist. "Now, we're ready to visit Mr. Lee's son."

The young butler nodded and started walking. You passed the central stairs and walked to the other corridor, all the way to the last door and he knocked, calling for the young master.

"Come inside, Hyunjin!" responded a voice.

The three of you did just that, another fine, young looking man, barefoot and dressed with a brown suit was sitting on the edge of the bed, one hand on his head putting in place his rebellious wet hair, on his other hand a white towel that he placed next to him, dismissing it when he saw you entering.

"Oh, I didn't know we had visitors! Hello, welcome. How can I help you?" His cheery voice made you smile.

Now that he wasn't touching his brown hair you could give him a better look. He had sharp features. You could see tiny freckles decorating his face, white teeth forming a charming smile and beautiful shining brown eyes.

"Hello, mister Lee, my name is Bang Chan, and this is Y/N," Chan started, walking towards him.

"Please, you can call me Felix, I'd very much prefer it," the freckled man said, looking at the two of you with a smile. Both of you nodded before Chan continued what he had to say.

"Understood. Alright, Felix, Y/N and I are here to investigate the disapparition of two of your maids. Your father believes that this is caused by something unexplainable. He mentioned that you complained about noises at night, do you remember when those began? At what hour do you hear them the most, do you only hear footsteps? Please, tell us everything you know."

Questioning Felix took longer than you imagined it would, Chan wrote down all the new learned information, "it all began a month after my birthday," Felix told you. "I was trying to sleep and I heard a knock on the room my parents used to sleep in, then some running. And every night after that, stomping in the corridor." Time flew by as he told you everything he could, even losing the main focus and laughing when he caught himself. You found that cute.

The butler Hyunjin came back after a few hours to take you all to dinner, guiding the three of you to the dining room. Felix went with you, telling you about how fantastic the chefs were. He knew he wasn't of much help, and he apologized for it many times, offering his help as well if you needed an extra hand while you went to dinner.

The table, just like everything you had seen. That moment you met Felix's mom, a beautiful, young looking woman.

Dinner went by, you were asked a few questions by the Lee's, clearly worried about what you two had discovered, and then it was time to sleep.

Or at least that was what Chan had recommended for you to do, saying he would rather stay awake and hear the noises himself.

"I'll stay awake with you then" you told him, taking off your shoes and going to the bathroom to put on your pajamas.

Chan was reading on the couch like you were doing before, a book you couldn't recognize on his hands and his notes on the empty space next to him.

"You think you can tell what we're dealing with already?" you quietly asked, sitting on the bed brushing your head. He hummed, acknowledging that he had heard you but finishing reading what was under his eye before speaking to you.

"I've got an idea, but I'm not too sure" a yawn interrupted him, but he brushed it off and continued reading. You remembered that you hadn't seen him sleep since you got on the carriage and started the journey to this manor.

"If you think you know what it is, maybe… maybe you should sleep" you suggested. He looked up from the book at you, incredulous to what you said. He laughed, tiredly.

"Why are you laughing? You must be exhausted, I'm sure it won't change anything if you decide to rest tonight" you argued, making very valid points.

"I can't, Y/N. I have to help this family," he sighed, returning his gaze to the book on his lap "and besides, if I were to go to sleep, I would stay on this couch" he shrugged his shoulders.

You furrowed your brows, but then you realized. There was only one bed, and he was leaving it all for you to sleep comfortably. He was a true gentleman.

"Nah, you can't sleep there. Sleep here with me, there's plenty of space, Channie" you answered, looking to the untouched space next to you, avoiding his gaze with a blush on your cheeks after hearing yourself say the nickname out loud.

'Channie' chuckled at that, but he closed the book and stood up, sitting on the other side of the bed and then laying on his back, right in front of your eyes.

"I'll sleep, but in the morning we're going to question the personnel about the noises, okay?" you nodded, content that he had decided to rest. You got up to turn off the lights and drift to sleep, glad to be in a comfortable surface to recover from the trip and the day you had.

You regained consciousness too soon for your liking, opening your eyes to the darkness of the room. You heard a muffled voice calling your name but it was too strange. It was almost incomprehensible, but to you it made sense. You patted the space next to you, your hand hitting just the cold sheets. Looking next to you and expecting to find Chan, you saw nothing but an empty space.

Thinking it was him calling you, you stood up and left the room without caring to look back, the obscure corridor greeted you and trying to get your eyes used to the lack of illumination you blinked multiple times trying to distinguish anything when the voice called you again.

Turning your head to look at the source of the noise, you saw something move. You hesitated to follow it, something about it… didn't feel right.

The voice called again, there was no audible emotion that meant anything, but you still followed it, you had nothing to lose, anyway.

You were too far away from the voice, leaving you no option but to run, try to chase it until you found who it was and could ask what it wanted of you, but you never seemed to get close enough. You walked until you reached the stairs, another calling rang and you rushed to get to it, jumping as many stairs down as you could.

When you stopped hearing sounds, you took in your surroundings; a part of the manor you hadn't been in yet. It appeared to be a dance hall, with too much spare space to dance and a little stage for singers and bands to perform, you assumed.

Walking to the tables covered in plastic to protect them from dust, the noise of screaming caught your attention, a piercing scream too audible for the hairs on your neck to stand made you react, running to save whoever was hurt, finding yourself in a tiny bathroom, dark just like the rest of the manor.

You turned on the light waiting to see a bloodied person in front of you, but a mirror was there, showing you your reflection, and the face of a woman standing behind you.

Turning to ask her if she was okay, a growl came from her and her hands wrapped around your neck, pushing you to the mirror and hearing it shatter, pieces of it falling on your face and scratching you.

You tried to fight her, tried to get away from her but her hold on you was too strong and you couldn't do anything; you felt powerless.

You were shaking, sweating, struggling to breathe…

And then you opened your eyes.

"Y/N, Y/N, calm down, you're okay…" Chan's soothing voice made you look for him frenetically. You were breathing heavily, still shaking, sweating and you also noticed that your view was blocked with a few tears.

You looked at him, trying to regulate your breathing. The light was off, like in your dream, but this time he was there. You could feel him, his hold on your arm as he tried to wake you up still there, his eyes with a concerned shadow. You wasted no time and hugged him tightly, both of you sitting in the middle of the bed.

No more words were said as you kept crying, remembering the cold touch of the woman and the force she used to choke you. Chan had no idea what had happened to you but he felt terrible to see you in this state, trembling under his hug and sobbing like a lost child. All he could do was hush you until you calmed down and tried to go back to sleep.

When you finally stopped crying, you raised one of your hands to touch Chan's cheek. He was really handsome, you decided that when you saw him for the first time in town, and he was very kind too.

He was looking at you, never stopped doing so since he took you in his arms, cradling you sweetly like a mother does to her child. You took his face with both hands, moved in his arms and placed your lips tentatively over his, as if asking for permission.

A silent permission granted by him when he closed the distance and kissed you; his lips felt soft, tender but the moment was more than that. It wasn't a romantic dinner under the moon with lit candles, or him leaving you at your house, but it felt… correct. It was sweet, not perfect, but almost.

You separated from him, and he stared at you, parted lips and a fond look in his eyes. You shyly smiled at him, and he took your head with his left hand and kissed you again, harsher than before, his tongue exploring your mouth shamelessly, it was like you had left him wanting for more and he was a starving man ready to hunt his prey.

You couldn't complain, no, because you would be lying if you said you hadn't fantasized about him kissing you like this, touching you so inappropriately, no. You wanted this, wanted him, everything he had to offer. You wanted to scream when you realized that, before he tried to kill you, when you didn't know what he did for a living.

Now your dream was becoming a reality, he pushed you carefully on your back while still kissing you. You sighed dreamily when he removed himself from you, seeming agitated.

"Gosh, Y/N, you're gonna be the death of me, you know?" he asked, not waiting for an answer before he continued his attack on your now bruised lips. You placed your hands on his face, encouraging him to keep going, and that was exactly what he did.

One of your hands left his neck to look for one of his and guide it through your body like you wanted him to touch you, when he realized what you were doing he pulled away, examining your eyes looking for consent.

"Please, touch me, Chan. I want you, please. Do whatever you want to me, I want all you have to offer" you said, eyes half closed from the desperation while you wriggled under him, dying to feel his touch on you.

You saw him nod, and he took off his shirt while you tried to do the same and rid yourself of clothes. Luckily, all you wore under the oversized shirt was some panties, so it didn't take long to be bare in front of him.

"You're so beautiful, Y/N, I'm so lucky that you allow me to see you like this, come here" he whispered, kissing you again, gentler this time.

He was still sitting on his knees, bending down to kiss you, one hand roaming your body and the other stabilizing him. One of your hands rested on his thigh, the other on top of his own, letting him play with you, provoking goosebumps on you and a sensation of fire wherever he touched you, it was magical.

Your mischievous hand moved until it came in contact with his hardened member, and he made the most sexoesr noise you ever heard a man make, something between a moan and a growl. You did what you could to make him do it again, but you didn't know how, so you kept touching him there to take in all of his reactions.

He did the same, too, his hand went south on you and you willingly opened your legs for him, moaning when he passed his fingers through your fold feeling you, your wetness caused by him. He smiled, proud that he had provoked that.

Meanwhile, you were under him chanting his name with sighs and long moans, enjoying every second of what he was doing to you.

"Take off your pants, I'm all naked and you're not" you complained at one point, pouting at him to try and convince him to follow your orders. Chan chuckled like you'd heard him do before, but you were happy when you saw him stand up and take every remaining cloth off.

He climbed back on the bed, on top of you until his face was at the same level of yours, pecking your lips. Your legs were parted, open as wide as you could and you felt him aligning his cock at your entrance, his tips teasing you.

"Are you ready, darling?" he sweetly asked, waiting for your consent once again. You nodded, swallowing the knot that had formed in your throat. "I need to hear your words, love."

"Y-yes, I'm ready, Chan, please do it" and after hearing you, he pushed himself inside you, both of you groaning and gasping when he filled you. He called your name so sinfully, and you moaned his name too when he was completely inside you. Chan held you lovingly, pressing kisses over your face before he started to pull out.

His lengths was welcomed by your velvety walls, you felt so tight around him, he thought that if he died right after having sex with you he would die a happy man.

Starting to thrust slowly, grunts and moans filled the room. You had no idea if there were people in the rooms around yours, but you were hoping that was the case because the cries of pleasure and the particular noise of skin slapping skin were too loud as both of you approached your climax.

You found your release first, clinging your nails on his back and closing your eyes, your mouth forming an 'o' as the effect of the orgasm numbed your body. The tightening of your walls around him triggered Chan's own orgasm, who tried his best to pull out of you and let his seed cover your stomach, his hand holding his cock as he pumped himself to prolong his orgasm.

Chan plopped down next to you, breathing irregularly just like you and a coat of sweat on his forehead and body, but he stood up and went to the bathroom, coming out of it with a towel on his hands that he used to clean your stomach. He kissed your forehead sweetly. He hugged you in his arms, pulled up the blankets and covered the two of you. You fell asleep again in his arms, feeling protected.

The next day you woke up to an empty bed again, except that this time you heard the sounds of water falling coming from the bathroom. You stood up, entered the bathroom and were delighted by the view of Chan's bare back. He turned when he heard the door closing, telling you good morning.

After the two of you got ready together, you went to investigate with the maids, as Chan had said you would.

You intercepted one of the butlers when you walked outside the room, it happened to be the one who took you to Felix's room the day before. You asked him if he could take you to the maids' quarters and he did.

Both you and Chan interviewed as many people as you could, repeating the same questions over and over. A lot of answers were the same, sadly, until a woman named Eunice revealed new information to you. The start of the interview was normal, you asked if she knew when all of it started, if she was familiar with the pair who disappeared, and if she had seen anything special.

Everyone answered a firm negative to that question, but Eunice didn't.

"It was during young mister Lee's party, I was serving there along with Adelaide and Edith. There were many guests that night, it had been one of the busiest nights for us since I started working here… the last memory I have of Edith was her in the dance ballroom, everything bloody and lifeless… next to her, Adelaide with a knife in her stomach, her hands holding it. It was a tragedy, truly" Eunice recalled, pausing to think and taking a zip of water. Nodding to encourage her to keep going. She blinked, cleared her throat and continued.

"I ran to get the Lee's and show them, but all they commanded for us to do was bury them. Hide any proof of what happened. Two butlers buried them in the backyard and I stayed up cleaning the bathroom."

"Who else was part of that?" Chan asked.

"Two young butlers, Thomas and William. Pretty strong, they finished digging and doing everything quickly," Eunice recalled.

"Alright, that was very helpful. I think I now know what we're dealing with, thank you so much, Eunice. We won't distract you any more, have a nice day," Chan announced, standing up and shaking hands with Eunice. She simply nodded, and then you and Chan walked out.

"Wait, Chan, could we go to the ballroom?" you asked him, taking his hand and looking at him with puppy eyes. He was surprised, but nodded to your request. He suggested asking a worker if he could take you there, but you told him there was no need to do it, you had a blurry memory of having walked there alone. The route still kind of fresh in your mind.

You got there, stepping inside and looking at everything in place, just like you remembered, plastic over the tables, the empty stage, a white piano and some instruments in their boxes; but you ignored all of that, focused on getting to the bathroom where you were attacked in your dream.

Chan hadn't asked what made you so agitated at night, the reason behind your crying but while he walked behind you his mind was connecting dots. He noticed how your face changed, becoming somber when Eunice talked about the murder scene, then you told him you wanted to come here and lead the way like you'd been living in this manor for your whole life. Surely, a malign spirit manifestation who was completely angry and couldn't rest.

You stood still outside the bathroom door, staring at it blankly. Chan left you be, passing next to you to open it himself.

It seemed like Eunice had cleaned everything deeply and shining, no signal of dust anywhere. The temperature got cold, the lights flickered and Chan held his breath. He turned to look at you, getting nervous when he saw the spot you were in empty.

Swallowing, he shook his head and continued investigating. He knew that to get rid of this spirit he would have to free the soul, help them cross to the other side, and the first step to do that was to establish contact.

Chan was often frightened, having to do the things he did, but had ever prepared him for this moment.

He found you standing in front of the mirror, pale and touching a spot on a crack like you knew how it got there. He saw you touch it, and the next thing he knew, you were on top of him, trying to choke him.

"Who– who are you?!" Chan struggled to say, keeping you off him as best as he could without harming you. He knew it wasn't you acting, but that was still your body and even if he knew that you were somewhat of a doctor who could heal yourself, he would rather not do any damage.

"I want to rest," you screeched in a voice that didn't sound like it was yours.

"That's why I'm here for, I'm going to help you" Chan responded, rolling and now being on top of you, your hands on each side of your head and legs kicking, failing to do anything because he was sitting on your middle body.

Whatever, whoever it was controlling you had so much rage in them, all they wanted was blood, death, revenge… something that wouldn't cooperate with him to leave the world of the living, forcing him to do the next best thing that crossed his mind.

Starting with some mumbling, Chan initiated a chant that he knew too well. It was foreign to the little part of you that was still conscious, and powerful too, when you realized that you were screaming but your mind wasn't feeling any pain. The other resident in your body was harmed, Chan was making it leave, whether they wanted it or not, and little by little you started gaining control of yourself, relaxing under him because you knew he cared about you.

Everything stopped when the bathroom lights went out, hearing a sigh coming from the person on top of you.

"Is that it? Is the spirit gone?" you asked, liking your lips while you waited for an answer. You were feeling incredibly tired, for some reason.

"it should be gone. We'll wait until tomorrow to see if anyone comments on strange behavior" he stood up, helping you on your feet and grabbing your hand to go somewhere else. You were just walking outside the bathroom, when everything went black and your body collapsed.

The next time you opened your eyes, you were on the bed of the familiar room of the Lovain Manor, bright sunlight entering through the wide window. You looked around and saw Chan reading and writing in a little journal, an adventure journal you supposed that it was.

Sitting on the bed, you got his attention with the noise of the bed, he quickly stood up and sat by your side, taking one of your hands in his.

"How are you feeling?" was his way of greeting you. You simply nodded, hoping that he would understand that as 'fine.'

"The city doctor came to check you, he said that you fainted because you were fatigued, but I think I know better than that. It's not easy having your body possessed. I'm glad that you're fine now, you were asleep the whole day" he explained your situation, taking some hair out of your face so he could see you better.

"T-the ghost?" you asked him, throat hoarse from not speaking in a while.

"Gone. The maids haven't heard any noise, the butlers didn't see anything at night and I asked Felix about the footsteps. He told me earlier today that he didn't hear them or the knocking" Chan smiled.

"Where are we going next?" you asked him, making him laugh.

"Eager, are we? I sent a letter to Chauncey to come pick us when he can, so we'll see where that takes us in a few days. You should rest for now, you did very well for your first mission," he patted your head, moving away and standing up. "I'll go get you breakfast, darling, then we'll discuss whichever of the letters I have gets your attention, does that sound alright to you?" you nodded, watching him walk to the door.

"Alright, see you when I get back, huntress."

your dreams have always been your safe place. somewhere to go when the world gets tough. a sanctuary, innumerable different worlds conjured up by your very own mind. but lately, your mind’s worlds have been infiltrated, a being recurring in your dreams. no matter what your dream entails, he’s there. at first, he stood in the background, a part of the crowd. but then he became more and more apparent with every return to your dreams.

even on the now-rare occasion that you don’t see him in your dreams, you can still feel him. you can feel the way his dark eyes watch you. you can feel the heat of his breath against your neck, you can feel the ghost of his fingertips against your skin. he’s entrancing. you have no idea who this man is, but you find yourself looking forward to the dark hours, the hours you can return to the sanctitude of your dreamworlds and see him once again.

you lay under the covers of your bed, head resting against your soft pillow. you’re tired, worn out from a long day. but more than that; you’re excited to see him again. he’s merely a figment of your imagination, something created by your impure thoughts. but that doesn’t mean you can’t look forward to his nightly ‘visit’.

you close your eyes, eagerly awaiting the moment you drift off to sleep. it finally happens after what feels like hours, and the first thing you see is him. he stands before you, and something about him seems different tonight. he seems more imposing, more determined. there’s a glint in his eye when he smirks at you, and for the first time since he first appeared, he speaks.

“y/n,” it’s enchanting, the way your name rolls of his tongue so perfectly, like your name is the only word he was ever designed to say. his voice is so smooth, so sultry and it instantly has your knees weak.

he steps closer and he’s right in front of you, so close that you could just reach out and touch him. but you don’t. it somehow feels forbidden to touch him, like he’s some godly creature sent down from the gates of heaven. and all you can bring yourself to do is stand there, eyes wide as he stands before you.

he takes a step to your left, beginning to circle around you before stopping close behind you. one of his hands comes to rest upon your shoulder as he leans in closer. you can feel his warm breath fan across your ear, and the sensation sends a tremble through your body. his lips rest against the shell of your ear, and goosebumps rise along your skin.

“who are you?” your voice comes out as a hoarse whisper, and it’s impossible to hide the slight fear in your tone. even your voice trembles as he stands behind you, his aura looming over you.

“you can call me changbin.” at long last, you finally have a name to put to his face. “it’s only fair that you get to know my name. after all, you’ll be screaming it.”

your breath hitches at the implications of his words, your body alight with anticipation.

“i will?” once again your voice is quiet, meek, and you can almost feel the way changbin smirks at your reaction.

“yes, but not yet. perhaps tomorrow night. or maybe i’ll keep you waiting for longer.” just before you can turn to face him, his free hand comes up to sit across the expanse of your throat, his fingers applying the softest of pressure. “i want to have my fun toying with you.”

just when his lips attach to the side of your neck, your eyes shoot open. light streams through the crack in your curtains, momentarily blinding you with the morning sun. you sit up, your fingers rising to glide carefully across your throat, still able to feel changbin’s lingering touch on your skin. it’s hard to believe that your short conversation with the mysterious man lasted the entire duration of the night, but last you saw, the moon was lighting the night sky, and now it’s replaced with the heat of the sun.

you think back to the few words exchanged between the two of you, your mind running over the conversation.

perhaps tomorrow night.

your breathing picks up slightly, anticipating what could potentially happen on this coming night. he said you’ll be screaming his name and the thought has you shaking slightly. you should be more scared than you are. you should be more worried about a man you know nothing about, bar his name, referring to fucking you.

but you’re not scared. not in the slightest. you’re excited, looking forward to exactly what he has in store for you.

you drag yourself out of bed, ready to start your day full of your most boring classes. it’s a short walk to your university, and you’re glad you managed to secure an apartment so close. it’s a nice place too, rather small, but that’s not a problem when you live by yourself. at least you don’t have to worry about flatmates making a mess.

the day feels as if it’s taking a millennium to pass, the hours seeming to drag on endlessly. each class is more boring than the last, but maybe that just your mind being so occupied. the clock keeps ticking and not once has changbin left your mind. all you want is for it to be night-time, you want the darkness to come, and you want to return to the world of sleep.

after what feels like forever, you finally head home, happy to at least be waiting out the rest of the day from the comfort of your own home. walking through the door to your apartment feels almost like a breath of relief, knowing you’re one step closer to seeing him again. you situate yourself at the desk in your bedroom, opting to utilise the rest of the daylight hours to get in some studying.

you can’t focus, however. your mind still too preoccupied with thoughts of changbin. every time you attempt to focus on the words in your textbook, your mind wanders back to him. all you can think of is how it’ll feel, how his hands will feel roaming your body, how his fingers will toy with you. you think about how his mouth will feel against your throat, how he’ll place sloppy kisses on your skin.

at just your thoughts, you can already feel the beginnings of your arousal pooling in your lower abdomen. you look at the time and it’s only 7.34pm. you decide to take a break from your studying attempts, heading to the kitchen to cook something for dinner. you whip up something small, somehow managing to not burn yourself or the food while your mind still lingers on thoughts of changbin.

you eat before washing the dishes, watching some random tv show to pass the remaining time. it takes a while, but it’s finally late enough for you to go to bed. you race through your nightly routine, eager to sleep, but when you climb under the bedcovers and your head hits the pillow, you find it almost impossible to actually fall asleep. there are too many nerves, fuelled by your excitement and arousal, for you to relax enough.

you spend half the night wide awake, tossing and turning, but eventually, after hours of trying, you finally manage to fall asleep. you expect to see him, to feel him. but he never shows. you don’t even dream. and it feels almost immediate that you wake up, your eyes being instantly met with the morning sunlight.

you huff. remnants of arousal still linger through your body, but you’re too thoroughly irked from being left hanging to do anything about it. you get out of bed, intent on going about your day, hoping that changbin will show up sooner rather than later.

it becomes a routine, impatiently waiting out the days, excitedly going to bed at night. but he doesn’t show. each night passes the same way, dreamlessly, and you’ve almost given up on ever seeing changbin again. with each passing day, your mind conjures up more and more sinful fantasies of him, and each new fantasy only adds to your ever-growing neediness.

a week passes before you find yourself in the land of dreams once again. you’re eager to see him, but when you don’t, you can feel the disappointment flowing through you like a river.

“hello, y/n.”

he’s here.

you spin around to face him, eyes wide, afraid that if you blink, he’ll disappear. and the last thing you want is for him to vanish once again.

“i have a question for you,” he steps closer to you, resting his finger under your chin and slowly running his thumb across your bottom lip. “do you want me?”

your breath hitches at the question. you were expecting it, but hearing the words come from his lips has an instant effect, sparks of arousal spreading to every inch of your body. it’s like you’re frozen on the spot, but finally, after a moment of silence, you slowly nod your head.

“use your words, baby. i want to hear you say that you want it. i want to hear you beg for me.”

you open your mouth to speak, but a thought pops into your head, a rather daring one. and before you think about it further, you do it. you take changbin’s thumb between your lips, slowly sucking on the digit. changbin watches you intently, his eyes darker than you’ve ever seen before.

“you know, for someone who’s never had sex, you sure are absolutely filthy.” you release his thumb from the confines of your lips with a dull pop.

“how do you know i’ve never had sex?”

“i’ve been in your dreams, y/n. that means i’ve also been in your head.”

“you have?”

“mhm, and i know all your deepest desires. i know you want my hand wrapped around your throat while i fuck you senseless. i know you want me to make you cum on my tongue over and over again. i know everything that goes on in your dirty little mind.”

his words have you reeling, dripping onto the fabric of your underwear. you have to fight back the whine bubbling in your throat, not wanting him to know just how much of an effect his words have on you. he smirks at you, momentarily tugging his bottom lip between his teeth.

“you still haven’t answered my question.”

you take a deep breath, steadying your thoughts before replying.

“yes, changbin. i want you.”

he leans in, hovering his lips just barely above your own. you want so desperately to move forward that last centimetre and kiss him. but you don’t. he’s so close, you can feel the smugness radiating off him. his hand comes up to cup your cheek as he whispers a quiet “good” against your lips. he pulls away from you and your eyes blink open. it takes you a moment to realise that you’re laying in your bed, wide awake.

you sit up, running a hand through your hair in exasperation. but before you can start cursing changbin for disappearing again, you hear a chuckle from the corner of your bedroom. your eyes dart over to the direction of the sound, but in the dimly lit room, you can hardly see anything. you blink a few times, reaching to turn on your bedside lamp. you startle slightly when you see changbin standing in the corner, staring at you.

“i’m still dreaming,” you chuckle.

“no you’re not.” his words make you frown. there’s no way he’s standing here now if you’re awake. you stare at him, visibly confused and he waits for it to sink in. “you’re wide awake.”

“so you’re real?”

“of course i’m real.” you pinch the skin of your thigh, wanting to be sure that this is real. that he’s really standing in your bedroom. and when you don’t wake up, you know it is.

“what the hell are you?” he doesn’t answer. “are you an angel?”

the chuckle that tumbles from his lips at your question is almost sinister, but you’re not exactly sure what he’s finding funny.

“oh, baby, i’m anything but an angel.”

his dark eyes flash red for the briefest of moments, and that’s when you realise. he isn’t some heavenly creature, there’s nothing pure about him. he’s demonic. sinful. but you’ll be damned if the idea of losing your virginity to such an unholy being doesn’t turn you on.

“do you still want me?”

the moment you breathe out a quiet yes, he walks over to you, climbing onto the bed. he hovers over you as you lay back down against the mattress. your breathing picks up as his face rests inches above yours. his eyes drink in the features of your face, his arms caging you in. his eyes flick between your lips and your eyes before he presses his lips to yours in a heated kiss, his tongue running along your bottom lip. he brings the soft flesh between his teeth, tugging gently before his tongue finds his way past your slightly parted lips. you’ve kissed many before, but none have felt like this. none have gotten your heart racing like this one. none have had your blood pumping and your head spinning as intensely as this kiss.

he wraps one of his hands around your throat, squeezing ever so gently. his lips part from yours, moving to nip along your jaw. he drags his teeth along the skin, and you’ve never felt more alive. his other hand pushes one of your legs to the side, giving him just enough room to slot himself between your thighs.

he rolls his hips into yours slowly, painstakingly slowly, and you can’t stop the desperate groan that falls from your lips. you can feel changbin smirk against your jaw, loving the effect he’s having on you. he moves his hips again, causing a shiver to shoot through your body. you wish so badly for your clothes to be off, for him to be inside of you. you want to feel his cock drag along your walls, but instead, he continues his teasing movements. you don’t want to beg, but as his clothed bulge keeps rubbing against you, you can feel your resolve crumbling.

“please,” you whisper, just barely loud enough for changbin to hear.

“please what?” he asks, but he knows exactly what you want. you hesitate, internally debating whether or not you want to beg, if you want to feel that small pang of humiliation from asking for something so lewd. but you know he’s not going to give you anything you want unless you ask.

“please fuck me.” your eyes drift closed when he grinds into you again, this time with more force. it’s almost sinister, the way he grins down at you. but you love the way he makes you feel so small. his eyes are teasing, and you can see his shoulders shake with laughter, thoroughly enjoying your desperation.

“have patience, y/n. we’ll get there. i just wanna have my fun first.” he moves his hand from your throat down to your waist, his fingers dancing with the hem of your shirt. but you can tell he’s not wanting to take it off just yet for he makes no attempt to. he connects his lips with the juncture of your throat, littering your skin with sloppy kisses. you tilt your head to the side, granting him better access.

you sigh happily, content with the feeling of his lips against your skin. he tugs at your shirt, finally deciding he wants the obstructing material gone, and you sit up to allow him to lift it up and off your body. his eyes immediately fall to your now-exposed chest, his hand leaving your waist to rest just below your breast. you lay back down against the bed, breathing uneven with anticipation. the way he stares at you, the way his eyes rake over your chest, it’s as if he’s gazing upon the best thing he’s ever seen, and it gives you all the confidence you need to not hide yourself from his view.

he pulls his eyes from your body to gaze at your face. he watches your reaction as he slowly circles one of your nipples with his thumb, eliciting a small whine from you. your head drops back against the pillows, relishing in the feeling of his small ministrations.

you can suddenly feel his breath fanning across your other breast before his lips attach around the bud. he begins sucking and licking at your chest, nibbling occasionally with just enough pressure to have you moaning softly. changbin drinks in the way you sound, the way you respond to his touches. he loves the way your back arches in an attempt to push your chest further into his face. a wordless plea for more.

he pulls away to hook his fingers into the waistband of your pyjama shorts, sliding them, and your underwear, down your legs once you give him a nod. he wastes no more time before his lips are back on your skin, beginning to kiss a trail, starting from the valley between your breasts. he moves down your body, leaving sloppy kisses in his wake. he’s sure to take a moment to nip at the skin of your hips before bypassing where you need him, moving to work his mouth along your inner thighs. he spends longer than necessary sucking marks into the soft flesh, and you can feel yourself dripping. he slides one of his hands to your core, dragging one of his digits along your soaked slit.

“fuck, you’re so wet,” he mumbles, speaking more to himself than you. you moan softly, and you’re not sure if it’s because of his words or the feeling of his finger against you. but you are sure that you feel good, his touch doing more for you than your own has ever achieved.

he prods at your entrance, only sliding his middle finger into your walls when he hears your desperate whine. instantly, you clench around his finger. he gives you a moment to gain enough familiarity with the intrusion before withdrawing his finger. he pushes it back in, along with a second one, curling the digits to press against the spot that has you moaning just that little bit louder.

“oh, fuck,” you moan. your back arches when his mouth joins his hand, his tongue licking at your clit.

you lift your head up just enough to allow yourself the sight of changbin, and he looks positively sinful with his head between your legs. his eyes connect with yours as his tongue continues to lap at your clit, his fingers working your core more deftly than you could ever do by yourself.

it’s almost embarrassing how quickly your orgasm approaches, looming on the imminent horizon. changbin pulls his mouth away from you, keeping you on the precipice of release.

“should i let you cum like this? or should i make you wait until you’re on my cock?”

you balk at the notion, so desperate to cum right now. you don’t want to wait any longer for your release, and you throw aside all self-dignity to beg for him.

“no, please, let me cum on your fingers. i’m so close, please, please,” your words are almost incoherent babbling, but changbin understands.

“then cum for me, y/n. cum for me like the filthy baby you are.”

as soon as the words leave his slick-covered lips, you cum. your back arches and your toes curl. changbin returns his mouth to your clit, helping you ride out your high. your thighs shake on either side of his head, threatening to clamp down. only when you come back down, does he pull away, his fingers leaving you feeling empty. he brings his dripping fingers up to his own lips, making a display of licking your slick from them. your hips buck at the sight, already eager for more from the creature above you.

he chuckles at your impatience before connecting his lips with yours again. you groan at the taste of yourself on him, your tongue colliding with his.

“are you gonna finally fuck me now?” you ask.

“oh? what happened to your manners?” his tone is casual, as if he couldn’t possibly care less about the events transpiring. you roll your eyes but mumble a small “please” anyway.

changbin stands up, lifting his shirt up and over his head. you’re shameless, staring at his form as he removes the rest of his clothes. your eyes rake over his entire body, admiring his broad chest and his arms. he’s toned, well-built and your mouth almost starts watering as you watch him climb back above you. his cock brushes against your thigh and the knowledge that he’s right there, that he’s so close has you whining. he takes himself in his hand, pumping his cock leisurely while he stares down at you. he rubs his tip through your folds, and every time you think he’s going to finally breach your walls, he just glides straight past again.

you can’t fight the way your hips thrust up, your measly attempt to get him to push into you. it doesn’t work, however, and all you achieve is making changbin laugh at you. he continues to drag himself along your slit, watching you fall apart underneath him. finally, once he’s decided he’s toyed with you enough, he begins his descent into your walls.

it’s just as exhilarating as you expected it to be, if not more. there’s a vague sting accompanying the stretch, but it pales in comparison to the pleasure. you’ve never felt so full, so whole. filled not only with changbin’s cock but also with pleasure. you can feel it everywhere, you can feel him everywhere. he ignites a flame in your stomach that spreads, creating such a warmth inside you that there’s nothing you’d rather be doing right now.

“shit, you’re tight,” he mutters, your pussy enveloping him so securely and firmly that he’s not sure he’s going to last very long.

he sheathes himself fully inside you. your breathing is heavy and changbin can feel the heat radiating from your skin. he waits, giving you time to adjust, and only when you whine out a quiet beg for him to move does he do so. he pulls out, only to push himself back in slowly. he repeats the movement over and over, steadily picking up his pace. his hands grip your hips, pulling you towards him to meet each of his thrusts. it doesn’t take long for the faint sting to completely disappear, allowing you to only feel the pure pleasure.

the drag of changbin’s cock against your walls is delicious, and your mind is blank save for how good he’s making you feel. one of his hands abandons your hip, groping once at your breasts before returning to your throat. it feels as if changbin’s hand belongs there, as if wrapped around your throat is where his hand was destined to be. it feels so comfortable and so right.

his thrusts continue, and you’re drunk off the small grunts escaping him. he’s nearing his finish, and you’re not too far away yourself. pure arousal sits in the bottom of your stomach, turning into a tangle of knots and tightening. changbin shifts, angling his hips perfectly to hit the spot that has the knots tightening even faster.

“you gonna cum for me?” changbin says. his voice is strained from trying to fend off his own release long enough to get you off first, or at least at the same time.

you nod aggressively, your voice failing to work and your brain failing to construct a coherent sentence. your body starts to tremble as your orgasm grows ever closer. changbin’s thrusts grow sloppier, more desperate, and there’s something about his now-frantic thrusts that pushes you over the edge. your thighs clamp around his waist and your body shakes, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through you. your walls flutter around changbin’s cock, clenching around him over and over again. you moan out his name, and that’s the final straw that sends him careening into his own release. he cums with a soft groan, releasing into you in hot bursts and painting your walls white.

he waits until you both recover, both of you still twitching sporadically with the aftershocks of your orgasms. he pulls out of you with a shudder, leaning down to grab his clothes. he’s quick to dress, grabbing a towel from the corner of your room to clean you up with.

“did you enjoy that?” he asks, but the answer is obvious. you indulge him with one anyway.

“i did. very much so.”

“good, i’m glad.”

y’know, for a demon, you’re pretty nice.”

“what’s that supposed to mean?”

“i mean, i don’t know what i was expecting. i just wasn’t exactly expecting you to be so caring towards me, i guess.”

“of course i’m caring. if i’m going to fuck you again i want you to at least want me. and if i’m horrible to you, then you won’t want me again.”

You cried, walking anywhere with heavy footsteps, your stomach rumbling and your salty tears blinding your vision, until you arrived at a bakery that seemed to still be open. Suddenly, all you could concentrate on was the freshly baked bread in front of you, so fluffy, still steamy, it was mo-

“Hey, are you okay?” someone asked in your direction. You turned to face the stranger, finding a kid a little older looking back at you, he was clearly waiting for a response, one that you felt incapable of giving.

“Ah, you’re hungry, right?” the key word caught your attention, and you shyly nodded. The other kid extended his hands, waiting until you took it and then guiding you inside the bakery, right before a woman closed the entrance door.

“Mom, can I give them a piece of bread?” the stranger asked the adult. The unknown woman was looking outside the window, you suspected that she was probably waiting for her husband, and without looking, she simply hummed and said ‘of course, my darling.’

Once the darling kid heard the approval, he hurried to take you where the recently baked bread was, and told you to pick one, whichever you wanted. “B-but I don’t have any money…” you explained, tears forming in your eyes again as your mind went to the moment when you were left by yourself so many hours ago.

“Don’t worry, my grandma and I baked this, and you seemed like you needed help,” you looked away when he said the last part, facing the ground.  He tried to change the topic while you ate, savoring the food in your hands. “You look a lot younger than me, you know? It makes me wonder…  Where are your parents?” 

Right after those words left his mouth, you questioned yourself. All that you knew was the life you had with your mother. What would happen now that you were completely alone?

“I…” You started, clearing your throat to swallow the knot that had formed in your throat. “I don’t know my dad and my... My mom left me…” you whispered, wiping the tears that had started falling from your face at the mention of the event of that same day. The kid looked at you in silence for a few seconds, contemplating what to say in his head.

“Well, maybe you can stay with us. Mom always wanted a daughter, I’m sure she won’t have any problem with letting you stay here,” he smiled. “My name’s Seungmin, by the way,” he said, giving you a kind smile. You answered back, introducing yourself and smiling for the first time since you waved goodbye to your mother.

Seungmin left, ‘I will tell my mom that you’ll be staying with us,’ he said after promising that he would come back as soon as she gave an answer. It didn’t take long for him and his parents to look for you, and welcome you to their cozy little home.

Everything after that happened in a blur; Seungmin’s mother and grandmother taught you to bake, sew and a lot of different things that you thought were really helpful. Seungmin taught you how to read as well, and his father tried to teach you numbers, which you really didn’t like, but accepted the lessons because you knew they did it to help you. 

That’s how you spent years with the Kim family, they were really united, and their happiness helped you forget about your mother sooner than you had realized. 

Sometimes, when it was a slow day in the bakery you were allowed to go out and have a walk around the town, but you always went to your hidden place, a beautiful pond far away from where people walked frequently. You always went there when you wanted a moment of peace, and coincidentally, there was almost always a cat that visited and curled up at your feet when it saw you arrive. It was a very curious cat that you ended up naming Honey from how often you and it were together in that place.

On the day of your 20th birthday, Seungmin’s parent allowed you to take the day off, and so you happily walked out, book in one hand and freshly baked bread on the other as you went straight to the beautiful pond that had become a place of peace in your heart and mind, and there it was again. Honey the cat waited for you, waving its tail and observing you with its big eyes, paying attention to your every move.

You thought that it was strange at first, the little kitty you used to feel a connection with wasn’t behaving as its usual self. Maybe it had an injury, or something…?

“Hey, Honey, are you okay? You seem a little different,” you spoke to the animal, carefully stepping towards it. Honey just blinked, still staring at you. The continuous eye contact made you feel a little uneasy, but you still advanced towards it, extending one hand to pat its head carefully.  The cat, finally reacting, moved away from you, and the next thing happened in a blink of an eye.

Fog appeared from nowhere, and there was the cat used to be before, stood a man, very handsome if you had to add. He had big eyes, with long eyelashes that made his face look so angelic, yet even if he was one of the most gorgeous beings you had seen, his grimacing expression let you know to be careful with your words. 

The thing was, how were you supposed to be careful with what you say, when you just witnessed a cat you’ve known for years transform into a human like yourself? You don’t remember screaming just like you don’t remember falling to the ground in horror, and of course you also forgot how the human-cat pinned you to the ground with a hand on your mouth.

“Shut up, Y/N. I’m still Honey, calm down,” he shushed you, his voice not like one you’d heard before, but more unique, calmness in his tone as he tried to make you stop screaming.

“Y/N, can you stop wiggling under? I have to tell you a lot of important information, please cooperate with me,” he frustratedly said, making you look at him more closely, and right when your eyes met his, you knew that you didn’t have to be scared of him. He removed the hand from your lips, and stepped back, sitting on his knees.

“Listen, I am your familiar. Your mother sent me to you, to take care of you,” he started talking, but you closed your eyes listening to what he was saying, raising a hand to stop him.

“Wait, wait, hold on. You’re wrong. I don’t have any ‘’family’, I used to have a mother, but she abandoned me! What are you talking about?” you shouted, hysterical laughter coming from the deepness of your chest. Who was this person, and what did they want?

“I know your mother, and that’s how I know you too. She’s a witch, and you are too. That’s the reason why I’ve been with you since she left you.”

“A witch, you say?” you laughed again, this time from incredibility. “There’s no such thing like witches, dwarves or trolls! Listen, this was a good job, with a lot of production but it’s not funny. Go trick someone else and leave me al-”

“Today’s your birthday. You’re turning 20, it’s been 11 years and 9 months since your mother left you. You are living with the Kim family, the ones who own the bakery, and your best friend is Yang Jeongin, from three houses down your street,” he interrupted you, dropping that information, obligating you to listen to what he said. Chills ran down your spine when he finished.

“S-so what?” you stuttered. You cursed your ability to appear calm and collected. “That only proves that you’re a creep. Just stop, man. You’re not gonna make me believe that what you’re saying is true,” standing up, you wiped your butt and fixed the wrinkles on your clothes, picked up the book that fell from your hand after your arrival, and then you turned your back to him to leave the pond.

“Your mother’s name is Celest, Celest Termysia,” upon hearing that, you stopped in your tracks and turned to look at him. Your mother’s name… while her first name seemed normal, her last name always made people turn to give her a look, you remember the way she hugged you when the two of you went out and people made faces at you. 

“You can know that by asking the people here. Everyone knew us, except the Kim’s because they had just arrived. Knowing her name doesn’t prove anything,” you reasoned, getting annoyed at his attempts to convince you that he was telling the truth, but he had a triumphant smile on his face that took you by surprise.

“Her last name has a hidden meaning. That’s the answer to the situation, it’s an anagram. Termysia, mysteria, she really lived up to her name, being all secretive and-” he stopped, looking at your confused expression. You remember her, your mother, explaining the origin of her last name to you when she was putting you to bed.

“Me and your aunts are named Termysia because that’s the name our Father chose. 12 mysterious daughters, each with different missions,” the flashback left your head as quick as it had arrived.

“Okay. I’m starting to trust you more, there’s no way anyone else besides us knew that. Tell me what you wanted to say, something about taking care of me? please, go on,” you motioned with your hand after you sat down on the floor again, encouraging him to start talking once again.

“Your mother told me to watch over you. She never really left you alone. I've been by your side after that day. She instructed me to reveal myself as your familiar on your 20th birthday, happy birthday, by the way. That’s all, I’m going to be by your side my whole life.”

“You’re my ‘familiar’? What does that even mean, what are you supposed to protect me from?” you asked, resting your weight on your arms, hands touching the grass to ground you.

“Being a familiar means that I’ll be learning and helping you learn about your nature, and to disguise myself I’ll have to transform into an animal. I cannot abandon you, every witch has a familiar, and experienced witches get to choose their daughter’s animal. Your mother paired us, good luck trying to get rid of me,” he laughed, bitterly. That didn’t go unnoticed by you, maybe he was on bad terms with your mother.

“Alright, so we’re somehow connected because my mother was a witch and she put… I don’t know, invisible thread between us or something like that? What am I supposed to do with all this information, huh?” it was the last part that you wanted to know more than anything. Were you supposed to start learning witchcraft, fly in brooms and laugh horribly? That didn’t seem like a lifestyle you wanted, especially since thanks to the Kim’s you had planned together a better future, and you were supposed to marry Changbin from the Seo household. Honey looked clueless.

“I guess… Look, your mother didn’t give me much intructions. Trust yourself, listen to your instincts and magic will come to you naturally,” he said, then he stood up to stretch. “My real name is Minho, if you want to know,” he said, winking at you at the end. You giggled when you heard his name, earning a raised eyebrow from him.

“Meditate, then try to do simple things like controlling the air, or-”

“You know what? Maybe we should go on a trip, you and I. I think both of us could benefit if we manage to find my mother. You can tell her to free you from being my familiar, and I can ask her why the hell she left me, what do you think?” you stood up again, this time with determination in your eyes which meant you wouldn’t be convinced to stop with that plan.

“Do you know where to find her?” the before cat asked, grinning when he saw you froze and thought about that inconvenience. You cursed at him in your head, because he had a point. The only smart thing you thought of doing was asking back “do you?” and when he shook his head up and down, you smiled in relief.

“When do we leave, then?” he simply asked, standing up himself, shyly stepping forward in your direction. 

“Right now. Quick. transform into the cat, I’ll go with Seungmin and tell him that I found you and that I’m going to return you home, okay? please behave like a normal cat,” you pleaded, waiting for the fog to appear and look at Honey’s familiar, cuter self.

When you arrived home, the only people in there were Seungmin and his mother, to whom you approached, familiar resting in your arms, and you told them you would be leaving in a few days so you could prepare everything for your journey with the cat.

The day arrived, you had a variety of food, appropriate traveling clothes, and comfortable shoes. You were about to leave, after saying goodbye to everyone when Seungmin’s mom gave him a bag, and he followed you after you left the house. You thought he was joking, following you around until some point, but he was persistent. 

You had reached the skirts of the forest when you turned to face him a little annoyed. “Why are you following me?” you asked, dropping your own bag and crossing your arms over your chest. 

“Mom ordered me to come with you. It is dangerous just for one person to roam like it’s nothing. They want to make sure you’ll be back for the engagement with the Seo boy,” he explained, rolling his eyes and indicating to you to keep walking by moving his hands the way you told him you didn’t like.

“So you’re coming with me, as a bodyguard because your mom told you to?” you asked to reassure that you understood him correctly. When he nodded, you rolled your eyes and let a sigh escape your lips, but you turned your back at him, sharing a look with your newly discovered familiar and you quietly started walking again, now completely aware that your friend was following you. The first thought that got to your head after processing the situation was to not let Seungmin see Honey in his human form, you wouldn't like to scare him.

You traveled an entire day, until it got too dark and you told Seungmin that you wanted to rest, and that leaded to you and your companions sitting by a fire, blankets on the comfiest spots of grass you could find with the limited lighting you had, provided by the half moon on the sky. 

The ground should be enough for a night until you arrive at the next town.

Seungmin told you that he was tired from all the baking he did the day before starting the journey, but luckily he had some extra bread that he offered to you after hearing your stomach grumble in the morning before continuing. You happily took it and ate half, giving the rest to the cat and earning a strange look from your extra companion. You confronted him, asking if there was a problem, and Seungmin sighed, but decided to voice his opinion.

“Why are you giving it food? I gave it to you, not the cat,” he said. 

You stopped in your tracks, turning around to look at him dead in the eye. Hon- Minho, in cat form, looked up at you from his place in your arms. He had woken you up after Seungmin fell asleep to try and convince you to keep walking and leave him there, since he complained that he didn’t like him, but you told him no and decided to stay. You couldn’t believe that Seungmin and him didn’t get along at all, even if they didn’t know each other. It was too funny to believe.

“Why? Little Honey hasn’t done anything to you, in fact, he doesn’t like you either,” you rolled your eyes, shrugging and then turning to keep walking straight in the little path that other foreigners had traced on their way to your town. Seungmin had to run to catch up with you.

“I didn’t say I didn't like the cat. I just… abhor it. I think I’ve seen it before, also. It seems like a very familiar cat, to be honest,” he commented, sharing a look at the animal in your arms. You tried to laugh, nervously, afraid that he had found out your secret.

‘You’re overthinking things, Y/N. He’s just worried for the sudden trip, calm down,’ the logical part of your brain told you, and just as the anxiety had come, you breathed in and cleared your thoughts, visibly relaxing.

“It’s just a cat, Seungmin. Maybe you saw a different one, come on. We must be near the closest town, let’s keep walking, okay?” Seungmin nodded, ignoring the cat situation and just following you in silence. 

During the course, you and him started about daily things, such as the people in the town, how the business was going, some books you and him had read recently; all the talking made the arrival at the next town faster, it was almost like time flew, even if the proof were your feet hurting from walking so much. It was the evening when you arrived, both of you hungry and a little tired, but safely in your destination.

“I used to have a lot of friends when we lived here, come on, maybe we can stay with one of them,” Seungmin took your hand, guiding you somewhere in particular. You didn’t say anything, just looked down at the cat and both of you followed Seungmin until you reached a house that looked pretty big on the outside.

He knocked on the door two times, and by the third you heard a distant ‘coming!’ from the inside, which made you and Seungmin share a look, he smiled at you reassuringly, and then the door was open to reveal a young man with a bright smile on his gorgeous face, you couldn’t help but blush when you and him shared an initial look.

“Hyunjin! Do you remember me? It’s me, Seungmin, from the bakery,” Seungmin greeted, gaining his friend’s attention. The other man blinked, looking from you and him and quickly turning his confused expression into a smile as the gears in his head worked to remind him about Seungmin.

“Of course! Please, come on in,” he moved to the side to let you both inside, you followed him all the way to a wide living room, where the three of you sat down to chat. ”Tell me, how have you been, how is your family? Uhm, is this your partner? Nice to meet you, I’m Hwang Hyunjin,” he directed to you, extending his hand to shake yours. You smiled shyly, introducing yourself as well and looking at Seungmin for help.

“My family is well, I hope yours is too. This is Y/N, they’re like… a sibling to me, we found them after we moved, and they have stayed with us since then, they are getting married soon, though,” Seungmin explained, laughing a little at the end and giving you a side-eye look, but you simply nodded.

“Oh, that’s great, and may I ask what the two of you are doing in this town?” Hyunjin asked, but the question wasn’t directed at Seungmin, which was quite strange to you. The person you had just met seemed… suspicious of you. Something in your head made you want to stand up and run, run far from the house, from the town. From Hyunjin.

The first impression you had of him… It had been guided by his appearance, he was handsome, he had beautiful skin, hypnotizing eyes and lips that looked so kissable. He was also tall, taller than Seungmin, and way taller than your  fiance-to-be, and the clothes he was wearing, a loose white shirt and comfy pants made him look like he was a house husband, you had to admit that you were infatuated by him, but now that you saw the way he looked at you when he made that question… It sent chills down your spine, almost as if he knew exactly who you were. 

“Uhm, well I found this cat, and since it doesn’t belong to anyone in our town, we thought maybe it got lost, so I wanted to return it…” you explained, stroking the ears of said cat that was resting on your arms. Swung in just nodded at your explanation, continuing to take on the conversation while you excused yourself to take some fresh air. 

Walking away a little, your familiar transformed into his human form, cautiously walking towards you with concerned eyes. “Are you okay, Y/N?” Minho asked, slowly putting his hands on your arms to hold you as you shook your head. “I feel a little uneasy, can you give me some space?” You asked, placing one hand in your head and not returning his look. 

“I can’t do that, Y/N. I…” he sighed, letting go of you and sitting down on the grass. He took. Deep breath before continuing “I don’t like that Hwang dude, he’s not a regular human. He did something to you,” Minho commented, looking at you afraid of missing something regarding your reaction to his reasoning. 

“Don’t worry, it’s just a façade. We won’t be staying the night with him, we’re leaving as soon as we can,” you said, trying to give him your most reassuring smile which came like a painful expression, making Minho make fun of you. 

Maybe you hung out a lot with him in his cat form, but his presence was more comfortable, you didn’t feel as weirded out as when you saw Hyunjin looking straight at you. Simply remembering that gave you chills. You preferred Minho’s company over his, over Seo Changbin, and even over Kim Seungmin. You felt like Minho could understand you better, and under his tough skin, you knew deep under he had a warm heart. 

“Y/N?” A voice disrupted into the quietness that you and the half cat had fallen into. He quickly transformed, and you turned to look at seungmin walking towards you. “It’s time for dinner, Hyunjin can host us for today, and tomorrow we’ll go back home, okay?” You listened, taking the hand he offered you to stand up, and then you walked to his friend’s home. 

Dinner was awkward, to put it someway. Hyunjin seemed too interested in you, a rainstorm of questions about who you were –where you came from, where you lived, who you were friends with– made you the center of attention. 

You couldn’t take it any longer, so almost done you decided to stand up “I need to bat an eye,” you excused yourself with a poor smile, and then you left towards the room that would be yours for the night. 

You couldn’t wait until midnight to get as further away from there as you could. 

You laid in the large bed, Minho’s cat form rested peacefully next to you, purring as you passed your hand through his fur until he opened his eyes and looked at the direction of the door. You stopped, looking at him with hope. 

The animal stood up, and jumped out the window without wiring for you. 

You stood up on your toes, afraid of making any noise and waking up the men in the rooms conjuncting with yours, then you joined the familiar outside the window, running as quietly as you could. 

Waiting for you in human form again, Minho saluted you with a sly smirk which you corresponded, and then you followed him. During the evening, you had been practicing a little bit of magic, succeeding in summoning light in the form of floating orbs, and also making tiny flames of fire come out of your body. Maybe you hadn’t realized, but you were way more tired than what you allowed to seem. 

“Jump on my back, Y/N. You’re too tired, I’ll carry you,” your familiar got your attention. You looked at him, a little stunned until you analyzed what he said. 

“No, I don't want you to carry me, you must be tired too. Let’s sleep on the grass, what do you think?” You stopped walking, examining the floor to find a comfy looking spot of fluffy grass. Minho sighed, but he gave in after you bit your lip trying to avoid a yawn. 

“If you prefer to sleep in the grass than have me carry you, choose a spot and we’ll stay here until the sun comes up, okay?” You nodded, sitting on the grass and then allowing your back to feel the floor. You stretched in pleasure, trying to accommodate yourself. 

A few minutes passed, your familiar was looking up at the sky with his eyes closed in front of you, and you wondered what he was doing. 

“I’m trying to find anything that would mean danger to us. You can sleep, I’ll be guarding you,” he reassured you, eyes still closed as he felt your eyes on him. You nodded, hoping that he would hear the noise of your moving head and then turned to sleep a little, curling in a ball because of the wind. 

After what was probably almost an hour, you heard Minho whispering if you were still awake, and you nodded in annoyment, opening your eyes and facing him. “Can’t sleep, too cold,” you explained, hugging yourself. You saw him blush a little before offering to keep you warm himself. 

You excitedly agreed, because no matter which method he could use with you, you wanted to stop feeling so cold. 

You watched him lay down, feeling his arms drag you towards him and hug you protectively, his hands slowly drawing figures on your back to help soothe you until you fell asleep as he rambled about all and nothing at the same time. 

“Can I kiss you, Y/N?” He asked, looking from your eyes to your lips, a tint of pink decorating his handsome face. You nodded, placing your hand on his arm and shifting so he could kiss you better. 

When his lips connected with you, you couldn’t help the smile that appeared on your face. It was a sweet kiss, started innocently but as seconds progressed, passion was born, and quicker than you wanted to admit, the two of you were making out, you under him with heavy breath. 

“I wanna touch you, can I?” He asked for permission again, kissing you but allowing you time to give your response. A breathy yes, that sounded more like a plea became music to his ears, and he started a trail of kisses down your chin, to your chest, and over your clothes, and just when he was about to lift your shirt, you placed your hand on top of his and with panic in your eyes, you started to say no instead. 

“We can’t do this, I’m so sorry, please stop,” you cried out, sitting down and moving away from him. Your partner was annoyed, but more hurt than anything, you could hear the disappointment in his voice when he asked;

“Did I do something wrong? Why do you want to stop now?”

A single tear left your eye, born by guilt. 

“I’m going to marry Seo Changbin. I can’t do this, because I will get married once we go back, his family is very respeta–“

Minho crawled to you and gently pushed you down by your chest, lips centimeters away from yours, and before kissing you more fiercely, he said “fuck Seo Changbin, you’re with me right now,” and with that sense of reason, you hugged his neck with your arms and allowed yourself to this moment of passion. 

“You don’t even love him, Y/N. Let yourself be loved by me instead, baby,” he kissed your jaw, hands slowly tugging your clothes, and after you nodded, he smiled one more time. 

“I’ll make you mine tonight, I’ll treat you so good you’ll forget the name of Seo Changbin and his family,” Minho grinned, and after that, he started undressing you. Your shirt came off first, letting him more skin to kiss, lick and bite as his other hand interés your underwear and toyed with you, fingertips caressing you and feeling just how wet you were from all the previous making out. 

You spread your legs for him, balancing your weight in one arm while your free hand rested around his left wrist on the hand that had made its way into your crotch. 

He rubbed you tentatively at first, waiting to hear your reaction to the vulgar touches on you, enjoying all the noise you made, his fingers felt ungodly great on your sex, but the moment he pressed a specific point, you choked around nothing, wriggling for him as you babbled “do that again!” Incoherently. 

You were feeling better and better as he kept touching you, moaning and gasping whenever he did something new until he stopped, and you turned to see him shifting in his place, helping you out of your bottoms and finally letting you completely naked for his pleasure, and then the magic continued. 

Minho carefully slid a finger inside you, groaning from how tight you felt, using his other hand to play with you. The mix of being touched and full made you roll your eyes, raising your hips to get more of such filthy satisfaction, until a moment when you feel like something had exploded in you and your whole body started to shake, gasping as you allowed yourself to drown in that ecstasy. 

“Ah, Min, I want more, please take me!” You cried out after almost fully recovering from what you supposed was an orgasm. 

“Well, since you’re asking so nicely,” he started, sitting down on his knees and undoing the zipper of his bottoms, placing himself between your open legs, “guess I’ll make you mine now, huh? Ready?” You nodded, licking your lips and verbally giving him an answer, and you observed him stroke himself, then you felt his tip against you, and slowly he started entering you. 

You had your hands on his back and shoulders, digging your nails on his skin as he started to pull out and then go back inside you again.

It was almost like an art, you thought, maybe a dance, a dance so explicit that the only capable of enjoying the choreography were just you and him, but at the same time you couldn’t really describe what you were feeling. 

He was enjoying this too, if you could tell from the noises he made, and so you decided that if he indulged in pleasure, you would do the same, meeting him halfway and trying to help reach another orgasm, this time together. 

You knew that you liked it, you knew that you wanted more, and you knew that you would be going to hell, if there was even one. Why did the pleasurable things have to be so sinful?

Minho treated you carefully, the night time passed rather quickly and sooner than you had expected, the two of you were a naked mess in the very early morning. Minho had kept his promise of making you forget about the cold, and you didn’t fall asleep at all, your attention going to somewhere else, focusing on each other’s bodies and pleasure instead. 

It had been an eventful night, one that did exactly what was intended for on Minho’s part: make you forget about your arranged marriage. 

“You know, if you’re tired you can sleep on my back,” Minho offered after the two of you were fully dressed and about to continue. There was no way you would decline the offer this time, since you hadn’t batted an eye the night before. 

That’s how you followed his instructions, and soon after you were secured on his back dead asleep, your head resting on his shoulder, and your legs around his waist. 

When you opened your eyes next, you were still in the middle of nowhere, the scenery being of all trees, and a little far, a tiny cabin that seemed older than granny Kim. “Have we arrived?” Your sleepy voice asked, earning a hum from Minho. 

“Yes, this is where your mother chose me as your familiar. She should be here, come on, let’s go see her,” he said, talking to you in such a kind tone of voice that made you feel like a kid again. You didn’t want to walk on your own, feeling too comfy on Minho’s back. 

You were nearing the front door of the cabin more and more, until you were just a few steps away and Minho grabbed your wrist, stopping you from stepping further.

“No matter what your mother tells you, you are special, and maybe it wasn’t my choice to become your familiar willingly, but growing up with you and getting to know you has been great. I’m proud of the woman that you are and I’m impressed by your strength, okay?” You nodded, heart pounding as you heard his every word. “Alright. Let’s talk to your mother,” he said, stepping forward instead, giving you a quick hug and a kiss on your forehead before opening the door himself. You followed him blindly. 

The inside of the cabin didn’t appear as scary as the outside; it kept way more space inside than what you would’ve imagined just from looking at it from afar. This used to be a home before, with its own kitchen and dining space, but mostly for sleeping, as you saw many beds taking up a quarter of the whole room, then a corner on the other side which you hoped that it was bathroom. 

Sadly, you didn’t have much time to look into the details of the cabin, because after stepping inside, your familiar had adapted a defensive pose, making you peer from his shoulder to take a look right in front of you; right there, sitting on the lead chair of the table rested Hwang Hyunjin, a beautiful woman was sat next to him, apparently asleep since her face was sprawled on the table and no signs of coherence from her. 

“Ah, so my suspicion was correct. You are Celest’s daughter, and you’re looking for answers, correct?” He stood up, placing himself in front of the unconscious lady behind him so you could focus on him instead. 

You swallowed, holding Minho’s arm tightly. To say that you were scared was a misunderstanding. You were feeling more than simple fear from the situation, your head started to hurt and tensed from Hyunjin’s mere presence. It was as if your intuition warned you that he was up to no good. 

“What do you want from them?” Minho asked, keeping his protective pose in front of you. Hyunjin smiled evilly, putting his hands together before licking his lips and answering:

“Their blood.”

“I won’t let you have that, buddy. Whatever you need it for, must be something bad, if you want to see at least one drop of their blood, it’ll be over my dead body,” he said, dropping the pose and rolling his sleeves up instead, trying to provoke Hyunjin. 

“I don’t have time to play with you, kitty. Let’s make a deal, witch. You come with me willingly, and I let your mother free, or I kill her and your familiar, and keep you as my pet. Which one will be?” He asked, head tilted to the side as he waited for your immediate answer. 

Reuniting all the energy you could, and following the steps you had practiced before, you tried to burn him, but all that you managed to show was a quick spark, earning a deep laugh from the taller male. 

“You can laugh all you fucking want but I’m not going with you. All I want is two answers from you; first is, who the fuck are you, and the second is, what have you done to my mother?” You grunted, trying to appear confident in the magic you never knew you were capable of using. 

“I suggest you answer that, they may seem weak, but their punches are… powerful,” Minho added, moving to the side and sitting in one of the beds near the entrance. You found that strange, but decided to ignore it and focus on keeping your mind running to not let yourself fall on his mind games. 

“Do you honestly, truly think that I–“ 

He was about to keep complaining, but he fell to the floor mid sentence. Minho had jumped into fight mode in front of you again, until he saw the reason for Hyunjin's fall. 

Right behind, where you couldn’t see before because of Hyunjin’s frame, your mother held a pan on her hand, which she had probably used to knock Hyunjin, and when she looked up from the villain on the floor, a beautiful smile adorned her face. 

“My darling, Y/N,” she whispered, placing the pan on the table and rushing to hug you. You corresponded that hug happily, tears forming in your eyes as you focused on your mom. 

“I’ve missed you, mother! Why did you leave me all those years ago?” You sobbed, hands holding onto her clothes afraid that she would disappear into thin air. 

“I’m so sorry, my angel. I had to leave you, you were in too much danger by my side, the family is being hunt, I only wanted to keep you safe,” she explained with a painful expression, remembering that sour day where she disappeared from your life, “but now you know the truth, thanks to you familiar, and you will become a powerful witch, and you can teach your own coven like me and my sisters did, Y/N.”

“You will carry the family name to the next generation, and one day you’ll have to leave your children too, and once they reach your age, they’ll be ready to accept the magic, much like you are right now,” your mother said, finally ending her monologue. You had your answer, you heard her reason. 

“…unless you wanna go back to the life you had,” Minho added, sitting behind your mom to the side, looking at you. 

You looked down at your hands, you had your mother’s own hands in you, and you were lying if you said you didn’t miss her, but this was a big dilemma. She couldn’t leave, and expect you to accept her back without any consequences. 

“What will you do, Y/N?” She asked again, removing one of her hands from yours to caress your back. You closed your eyes trying to decide on an answer. 

Your life before… was really boring. You learned how to bake and do the house chores, you barely had free time, less expect free days, and you were supposed to get married to a stranger that you had only spoken to in one occasion. 

On the other side, being with your mom meant having your life compromised as a full time witch, and yes, it’d be nice to learn a trick or two that could come in handy, but she had betrayed your trust once, when you were a kid, and that still hurt even after knowing the reason. 

“I… don’t want any of those. I want a new life, somewhere else where I can start from zero. I will miss my friends, but I love myself more than to be forced into living in a way I don’t want. Please, teach me magic, but after I learn everything, I’ll go somewhere else,” you stated, giving a quick glance to your familiar who smiled approvingly after listening to you. 

“Very well, child. You can say farewell to the people you know, and when you’re ready I’ll be waiting for you here,” your mother said, opening the cabin’s door with a simple movement of her hand, proving how skilled she was as a witch. 

“What about him?” You asked, signaling to the unconscious man on the floor. Your mother was surprised by your concern. 

“I will erase his memory. He is a hunter, actually, I will give him poetic skills, so he believes he works as an artist instead of a hunter. No need to worry about him, darling.”

“A–and what about my– my familiar?” You nervously asked, remembering the promise you made to Minho at first. 

“What about him?” Your mother asked. 

“H–how long am I going to live? I told Y/N that since we’re not normal animals, we can live up to our human’s age,” Minho quickly interrupted. You hoped that this meant he would stay as your familiar. 

“He is correct, child. Now, Minho, go with them, make sure there’s no harm on their way, and I’ll be expecting the two of you here,” your mother said, standing up and giving the two of you a hug. 

Moment later, you found yourself walking back to where you came from, finding Seungmin having breakfast with a stranger Hyunjin. Curiously enough, your head didn’t hurt with his presence this time. 

“There’s something important I need to tell you,” you told Seungmin, taking his arm indicating him to come along with you. He followed, attentive to what you had to say. 

“I found the owner of the cat. It’s my mother,” you dropped, looking at Seungmin’s surprised expression, but leaving the best part for the end, “I won’t be going back with you.”

Your friend stayed quiet, trying to think what to say, you thought , but he smiled, and he gave you a hug too, and finally, he said “we will miss you, Y/N, please come visit us, you’ll always have a home with me, okay? We love you, and we hope that you can be happy with your new life.”

“Thank you so much for everything, I won’t forget to visionar you , Minnie. Please say goodbye to your family for me, I need to reunite with mine.”

He nodded, and the rest of the day you spent talking to him with a feeling of nostalgia, but excitement also was a prominent feeling that day. You couldn’t wait for the new adventures your mother had…

The day arrived, you had a variety of food, appropriate traveling clothes, and comfortable shoes. You were about to leave, after saying goodbye to everyone when Seungmin’s mom gave him a bag, and he followed you after you left the house. You thought he was joking, following you around until some point, but he was persistent. 

You had reached the skirts of the forest when you turned to face him a little annoyed. “Why are you following me?” you asked, dropping your own bag and crossing your arms over your chest. 

“Mom ordered me to come with you. It is dangerous just for one person to roam like it’s nothing. They want to make sure you’ll be back for the engagement with the Seo boy,” he explained, rolling his eyes and indicating to you to keep walking by moving his hands the way you told him you didn’t like.

“So you’re coming with me, as a bodyguard because your mom told you to?” you asked to reassure that you understood him correctly.

The day arrived, you had a variety of food, appropriate traveling clothes, and comfortable shoes. You were about to leave, after saying goodbye to everyone when Seungmin’s mom gave him a bag, and he followed you after you left the house. You thought he was joking, following you around until some point, but he was persistent. 

You had reached the skirts of the forest when you turned to face him a little annoyed. “Why are you following me?” you asked, dropping your own bag and crossing your arms over your chest. 

“Mom ordered me to come with you. It is dangerous just for one person to roam like it’s nothing. They want to make sure you’ll be back for the engagement with the Seo boy,” he explained, rolling his eyes and indicating to you to keep walking by moving his hands the way you told him you didn’t like.

“So you’re coming with me, as a bodyguard because your mom told you to?” you asked to reassure that you understood him correctly.

The day arrived, you had a variety of food, appropriate traveling clothes, and comfortable shoes. You were about to leave, after saying goodbye to everyone when Seungmin’s mom gave him a bag, and he followed you after you left the house. You thought he was joking, following you around until some point, but he was persistent. 

You had reached the skirts of the forest when you turned to face him a little annoyed. “Why are you following me?” you asked, dropping your own bag and crossing your arms over your chest. 

“Mom ordered me to come with you. It is dangerous just for one person to roam like it’s nothing. They want to make sure you’ll be back for the engagement with the Seo boy,” he explained, rolling his eyes and indicating to you to keep walking by moving his hands the way you told him you didn’t like.

“So you’re coming with me, as a bodyguard because your mom told you to?” you asked to reassure that you understood him correctly.

The day arrived, you had a variety of food, appropriate traveling clothes, and comfortable shoes. You were about to leave, after saying goodbye to everyone when Seungmin’s mom gave him a bag, and he followed you after you left the house. You thought he was joking, following you around until some point, but he was persistent. 

You had reached the skirts of the forest when you turned to face him a little annoyed. “Why are you following me?” you asked, dropping your own bag and crossing your arms over your chest. 

“Mom ordered me to come with you. It is dangerous just for one person to roam like it’s nothing. They want to make sure you’ll be back for the engagement with the Seo boy,” he explained, rolling his eyes and indicating to you to keep walking by moving his hands the way you told him you didn’t like.

“So you’re coming with me, as a bodyguard because your mom told you to?” you asked to reassure that you understood him correctly.