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The Death of the Digital Ecosystem: Why Decoupling Notes Destroys Tumblr
@changes (Edit: I already sent this to Tumblr Support under the feedback option. I encourage everyone to send feedback on how bad this feature actually is).
For years, the total note count on a post served as a universal metric of a piece of content's impact. Whether a user liked the original post or a reblog fifteen branches deep, that engagement flowed back to the source. This ensured that the original artist, writer, or editor received the full credit for the viral success of their work.
Under this new system, engagement is trapped within the specific reblog a user happens to see on their dashboard. If a massive, high-traffic blog reblogs a piece of art from a small creator, every like and reblog that occurs through that larger account stays with them. The original creator is left with a stagnant note count on their own dashboard while their work generates thousands of interactions for someone else.
Erasure of Creator Visibility
Instead of seeing one post with 10,000 notes, a creator may now have to hunt through dozens of different reblog chains to find where the conversation is actually happening.
If the notes no longer flow back to the original post, the creator loses the ability to see who is enjoying their work, what the tags say, and how the community is responding.
On a platform where engagement often dictates visibility, splitting that engagement into tiny, unlinked fractions makes it significantly harder for original works to gain momentum compared to the high-reach blogs that reblog them.
Incentivizing the "Big Blog" Monopoly
This system rewards accounts that have already established a large following at the direct expense of the smaller accounts that actually produce the content. It transforms reblogging from a method of sharing into a method of acquisition.
When a reblog functions as its own independent post with its own note count, the incentive to click through to the original source disappears. The platform is transitioning from a collaborative ecosystem into a standard social media feed where the person who posts the content lastânot the person who made itâreaps the rewards.
Impact on Collaborative Conversations
Tumblrâs unique culture is built on the reblog chain: a chronological, evolving conversation. By allowing users to like or reblog "any part" of the chain as an independent entity, the platform is breaking the narrative thread.
If engagement is siloed into specific branches, the incentive to add to a conversation is replaced by an incentive to simply own a piece of the engagement. This change doesn't encourage conversation. It encourages the commodification of individual posts within a chain, making it harder for the original voice to ever be heard over the noise of the rebloggers.
The Disincentive to Create
Perhaps the most damaging aspect of this update is the psychological toll on the creative community. When the platform actively diverts credit and engagement away from the source, it destroys the motivation to share original work at all.
For many, the reward for posting is seeing how far their work travels. If that travel is now invisible or attributed to others, the labor of creating becomes thankless.
This system makes creators want to share nothing. If the platform is built to harvest a creator's effort for the benefit of curator blogs, the logical response is to stop providing the raw material. I am one leaning into this category. Without us creators, the curator blogs have nothing to curate.
By making it harder to protect and track one's own work, the platform is effectively telling creators that their presence is secondary to the conversations happening around their work: conversations they may no longer even be able to find.
in light of this, unless @staff reacts properly to the waves and waves of negative feedback and rolls back the changes, I will no longer be posting here on tumblr. come find me on AO3. I'll be reposting my old works there. I haven't decided if I'll keep my blog up yet or nuke it.
I've been on this site for more than ten godsforsaken years with my private blog, through the buyouts, updates and TOS changes, and I don't think I've ever been this pissed about an update. this changes the entire culture of Tumblr and is frankly the dumbest fucking decision I've seen out of staff.
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I SWEAR TO GOD NO ONE COMMENTS MUCH NOW WHEN THE ONLY WAY TO SHOW APPRECIATION FOR A SINGLE CHAPTER IS COMMENTING AND I AM NOT HAVING THIS BULLSHIT BE LIKE TIKTOK WHERE NO ONE EVER COMMENTS POSITIVITY
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SOURCES: All references in this work and future installments of Through the Darkness to Allomancy are credit to Brandon Sanderson and the Cosmere. His brilliant mind gave birth to this magic system. I have taken liberties with it to suit our universe (and with a large amount of curiosity on the specifics of metals affecting their users). Development of this series happened with mostly the original Mistborn trilogy in mind, while only eras 1 and 2 were published and before my own reading of Wax and Wayne. For more information, please look here, here and here. Be wary of spoilers. If you like Allomancy, please read Mistborn and get in my DMs. Please.
STORY SUMMARY: After Hongjoong's disappearance and Seonghwa's death, your best friend has become a different person. Wooyoung's usually vibrant personality is shrouded, though the storm surrounding him seems to disappear as quickly as it manifested. You don't question it much⊠Until you have to.
RATING: mature, MDNI
GENRE: angst, smut, not enough fluff to make up for it
PAIRING: wooyoung x reader, attempted yeosang x reader & woosang
AU/TROPE: nonidol au, dystopian au, steampunk au, mistborn au kind of
WORD COUNT: 14.8k
WARNINGS: alcohol usage, smut, discussions of polyamory, yn thinks wy is cheating for a second, general vigilante things, politics
A/N: aaaaand she's done! after two years of work, this beauty finally gets to see the light of day. i'm very happy with how it's turned out, though i swear rereading it to edit was torture. tune in over on @cybrsan for the next installment!Â
LINKS: masterlist | join my taglist
BANNER CREDIT: @kwanisms
smut warnings under the cut.
pt. 1 | read on ao3
smut warnings: your honor they're in love and it's gross, so much praise, wooyoung will not shut up, first times, virgin!reader, experienced!wooyoung, oral (fem receiving), riding, unprotected sex (don't)
YEAR: 1020
Wooyoung canât sleep. Itâs becoming a more common occurrence lately, his mind spinning in circles and more restless than itâs ever been, but tonight he feels watched. The unseen gaze feels familiar somehow as he roams the streets just outside the Inner Ring. Things are more open here and with the guard towers every two blocks, he should feel safe. Each time he burns his zinc, he can only feel the increasingly familiar boredom of the guards. Thereâs no one there, he tells himself.
Still, he canât shake the feeling. He runs out of zinc before he can figure out a way to lure the watcher out or calm himself, and he curses quietly. He should have brought something to replenish his reserves so he didnât leave himself exposed like this. Breathing a frustrated sigh, he turns away from the Inner Ring, deciding home is safer than outside.
Heâs halfway back when the presence makes itself known, a shrouded figure stepping out of the shadows in a way that puts all his senses on high alert. âI need to speak with you,â the figure says, their voice distantly familiar.
âYouâre the one watching me,â Wooyoung mutters, taking a step back. Heâs still close enough, he can run to grab the guardsâ
âI did always like to keep an eye on my favorite dongsaeng. Youâre free entertainment.â Wooyoung stops. The figure looks up, pulling their hood back just enough to reveal familiar features that remind him of an elf in an old world storybook, even hardened as they are.
He breathes a little chuckle. âAnd we have much to discuss.â
âAbout what? Where would we even start? What happened, where have you been, whyââ
âWooyoung. Youâre right,â the blond says. âAbout a lot of things. But we canât have this conversation here.â His eyes dart nervously around them before he jerks his head back toward the Outer Ring. âCome on.â
With one final glance around, Wooyoung follows, a wild grin plastered on his face.
When the darkness that seems to have been consuming Wooyoung lifts, you and Yeosang are equally bewildered. It happens overnightâitâs like the shadow that followed him around after Hongjoongâs disappearance never existed. In private, you question it, but both decide to leave it be. Wooyoungâs moods have always been intense, and you know that use of his Allomancy only amplifies that. Better to let it lie, you think; appreciate the return of your best friend and not question it.
Luxe remains wary of him, though, frequently questioning you about why you were seen with him and whether heâs still in his âspiral.â You assure them heâs not, though you canât quite be sureâyouâve interrupted quickly cut off conversations between him and Yeosang recently about some little passion project theyâve apparently picked up. Yeosang always looks a little more reserved and thoughtful, though Wooyoung seems to remain the same amount of excitable every time you see him. Heâll meet you with bright grins that make your heart flutter, and from time to time, it almost feels like youâre kids again. Wooyoung doesnât spout anymore strange theories once he picks up his pet project and finally, on a night youâre sure Luxe will be out until morning with the Watch, you invite them back to your house for the first time in what feels like years. They slip in through the back door, and you feel like teenagers as you make your way upstairs. Itâs a weekend, so theyâve come stocked with snacks and booze to while the night away, and it only amplifies the feeling. It feels like a sleepover.
Youâre sandwiched between the boys, leaning on Yeosangâs shoulder while Wooyoungâs head is pillowed in your lap. Wooyoung is grinning up at you, and you can feel Yeosangâs shoulders shaking with laughter. You canât remember exactly what was so funny, but your cheeks hurt from smiling, and you pinch Wooyoungâs side playfully. He yelps, grabbing your hand, still grinning.
âYou swear youâre not Rioting us?â
Wooyoung laughs a little, rolling his eyes. âI ran out of zinc hours ago, and I didnât bring anything to replace it. I donât need to Riot you two! Weâve always been like this.â
You all fall into another fit of giggles, though Yeosang shrugs you off a moment later to use the bathroom. You and Wooyoung calm a little, and after a moment, you can feel your cheeks heating as you realize that your fingers are still tangled with his. His eyes are hazy and his cheeks are flushedâheâs blinking up at you lazily, something fond dancing in his eyes that makes butterflies take flight in your stomach.
âY/N,â he says, soft and warm. âI think I might be in love with you.â
Whatever reaction you give him pulls another giggle from him that makes your heart flutter. Heâs still beaming up at you, and you think you could stay like this forever and be the happiest person on the planet.
âYouâre drunk, Woo.â
âAnd in love.â
âWooyoungââ
âNo, listen, Iâm serious,â he insists, sitting up and meeting your eyes with an intensity that startles you. âIâd say this sober too, I⊠I really think Iâm in love with you. Have been for years. But⊠Iâm so afraid of ruining things between us that I havenât said anything. You and Yeosang are my best friends and if I lost one of you I⊠I donât know what Iâd do, honestly. So I've been terrified to say anything, butâŠâ He looks at your joined hands and takes a deep breath. âWould you do me the honor of taking you on a date some time?â
Heâs staring at you with an intensity that makes you feel like youâre going to melt into a puddle, gaze open and honest in a way you havenât seen since you were children. Cheeks and ears on fire, you nod.
âYes. I'd like that.â
He gives a little cheer as Yeosang returns, earning a raised eyebrow from your friend. âY/N-ie is letting me take her on a date.â
Something flickers behind Yeosangâs eyes. You can't quite place it in your addled state, but it's gone as quickly as it appeared. âGross. Now I have to third wheel.â
âIâll give you kisses too if you want.â
Yeosang makes a face and holds out a hand as Wooyoung leans across you, lips puckered. One good shove sends the red-head sprawling out in a fit of giggles. It's infectious once again.
Before you know it, the first rays of light are peeking over the horizon, and you can see what looks like the squad Luxe usually leads cross back into the Inner Sector. Wooyoung and Yeosang are both dozing a little beside you, but they're easy enough to wake with a little nudge.
âTime to go.â
Wooyoung pouts but doesnât protest, and you follow them downstairs, seeing them both off out the back door with hugs. Perfect execution, you think, finally snuggling into bed just as you hear the front door open, followed by the sound of footsteps as Luxe makes their way upstairs.
Thereâs a knock at your bedroom door then, and you pale a little as Luxe cracks it open. âTell your boyfriends that they donât need to hide in our bushes just because Iâm coming home.â
You balk at them for a moment as they shut the door, cheeks ablaze, then call after them, âTheyâre not my boyfriends!â
YEAR: 1021
Your statement doesn't hold true for very long. One date with Wooyoung turns into two and three, until finally you find yourself beginning to attend events on his arm. Heâs just as much of a social butterfly as he was when you first met him, but now, with zinc bolstering his prize-winning smiles and echoing laughter, it feels like itâs been amplified tenfold. Heâs the center of attention at every event he organizes, flitting around between the guests and making sure theyâre satisfied. His touch is subtle, but you can see its effects in almost every interaction. He always asks after what guests are enjoying, and as the Soothers on his team dampen negative emotions, he Pulls on positive ones. You donât think youâve ever heard of anyone walking away from any of them unhappy.
His family welcomes you with open arms, inviting you along to various functions with them as well. You see more of Luxe than you have in years as you attend ceremonies for the Vanguard as a guest of their drill instructor. Kyung-soo seems proud to see you next to his son, frequently pulling your sibling into conversations with a familiarity that shocks you at first. But, you reason, Luxe did go through the Vanguard program like every other Nightingale honoree. It makes General Nightingale a more frequent figure in your life as well, and you can tell she hasnât forgotten Wooyoungâs words from that night so long ago. Her glare is piercing and ripe with disapproval every time she sees the pair of you arm-in-arm. You catch more than one heated, quiet discussion between her and your sibling, glancing over to you, and each time it makes a chill run down your spine.
Wooyoung is in tune with you, though, and every time your fingers tighten around your champagne flute, he sweeps you away for a dance or to mingle.
âDonât mind her,â he mutters one evening as youâre pressed together. âSheâs playing politics.â
You understand what that means now better than you did on the night of your first Symposium party. It makes you frown. âWith Luxe? Why?â
Heâs quiet for a long moment before chuckling softly. You feel it rather than hear it. âI wouldnât want to say anything that would get me in trouble, jagiya.â
Itâs bliss. Six months of joy, of Wooyoung visiting you at work, of attending his parties, pulling you away every chance he gets to press heated, open-mouthed kisses to your throat. Itâs a bit overwhelming, but the part of you that remembers what living in the Outer Sector was like is overjoyed. Your promise to Yeosang stays true too; when the three of you spend time together, itâs almost like nothing has changed. You and Wooyoung have never been able to help but be affectionate with each other and, aside from sharing quick kisses, itâs not that different. You both still sling your arms around Yeosangâs shoulders, end up in piles on the floor, and Yeosang still flinches away when the ever-affectionate Wooyoung chases his cheek for a kiss.
Still, something in Yeosang seems to shift. You swear some days that he looks sad at the sight of your fingers interlocked with Wooyoungâs, even when you grab his hand in the next moment. It never lasts longâyouâll blink and heâll be sniping at Wooyoung with some teasing remark insteadâbut it happens more frequently as the months wear on, and it sticks with you.
You try to bringing it up to Wooyoung, but with each passing day, he seems to grow busier. His mind seems to be elsewhere when youâre together, and those moments alone become less and less frequent. Dates are planned and missed, or shot down entirely.
âIâm sorry, jagi,â he says after the third time. To his credit, he does look pained about it, and you canât feel his touch on your emotions as you melt a little. âI just have a lot going on at the moment. I swear Iâll make it up to you.â
He does try. Wooyoung has always been a gift giver; heâs outfitted you with a whole new wardrobe already thanks to your never-ending event scheduleââI need everyone to see you the way I do. Gold in a world of iron and pewter.â âso he sends you jewelry, little pieces of tech, or old world books instead. Pricey each time, and clearly thought through as deeply as anything else he does, butâŠ
It gets old. If heâs thinking through these gifts so deeply, why canât he be present with you when youâre together? Why can he find time to go to the shops, but not to see you?
Youâve tried dropping in on him the same way that he did to you at the start of your relationship, but his co-workers at the civil offices know as little as you do.
âLast I heard, he was out location scouting. Heâs pushing this a little close to the deadline, isnât he?â
Theyâre right. Wooyoungâs contract says heâs supposed to organize something, no matter how small, every few weeks. Itâs been almost a month, and youâve seen him maybe twice in that time, never for longer than an hour.
You need to talk to him.
Youâre on your way to do exactly that when you find the gift that becomes your breaking point. The necklace heâs gifted you this time is delicate, in line with your preferences. No other Inner Sector lady would wear something so simple, and your heart does a little flip at how perfect it is, how thoughtful he is. The chain is a simple silver one and the pendant is shaped like a teardrop, a thin line of silver securing a set of glowing silver fish scales that catch the light beautifully. You smile a little while you turn it over in your hands, then freeze. A familiar stamp is set into the back of the pendant; a stylized I.K. Hands shaking a little, you pick up the box it was resting in a moment ago, peeling off the wrapping to reveal the same stamp youâd seen so often in your childhood; every time your father came home with something for your mother, every time you ventured to the market by the docks.
Ilya had been such a kind man; heâd let your father lift you onto the counter to see his selections while you picked something new for your mother and helped you and Luxe make your first purchase for her after theyâd saved up for months to buy her something nice, hoping it would ease some of the ache of your fatherâs passing. Youâre happy that the jeweler is still in business, but it begs a different question; what is Wooyoung doing in the Outer Sector?
His aurvox rings through. Expectedly, Yeosangâs doesnât. You only feel a little bad about the way you bite off his greeting.
âWhere is Wooyoung?â
Heâs quiet for a beat. âHe should be at home.â
âBut heâs not, is he?â
Another pause. âHave you checked?â
Yeosang is a terrible liar.
âOnly every day for the past three cursed weeks. And now, Iâm holding onto his latest gift and Iâd like to know what exactly heâs doing in the Outer Sector. I know you two have your little secret pet project, so Iâm calling you.â
Silence.
You take a deep, shaky breath. âYeosang. Please. I need to know whatâs going on.â
He sighs. âIâll send him your way.â
âYouâre with him?! Are you fââ
âNo,â he cuts in, and youâre a little surprised at the bite behind it. âIf he was here, Iâd hand the aurvox to him. You deserve an explanation, Y/N. Iâll make sure you get one.â
He sounds so resolute, so determined and a little angry. It feels⊠nice. Validating. âThank you, Sangie.â
âYouâre welcome. Iâm sorry heâs been⊠this way.â
âMe too.â
Wooyoung comes to you an hour later, looking flustered and a little disheveled, in clothes you didnât even know he owned. As long as youâve known him, heâs at least looked the picture perfect vision of an Inner Sector man. Sure, heâll come to your hangouts with Yeosang or casual dates in comfortable clothes, but theyâre still made and mended by Inner Sector artisans. Itâs a far cry from the work boots, dusty cargo pants and worn shirt heâs currently in. Thereâs a cowl settled around his shoulders, and you canât comprehend the sight before you.
He wonât meet your eyes. Your boyfriend looks shamed as he steps into your living room, and youâre so stunned that you let him pass, shutting the door behind him. The necklace is still clutched in your hand. Youâve been staring at it since you opened it, but now you canât take your eyes off of him. He looks like a different person.
âWooyoung,â you manage, thumbing at the fish scale pendant. Did the scales come from Donghyunâs stall? âWhatâs going on?â
He runs a hand through his hair, pacing the living room. Blessings, itâs a good thing Luxe isnât here to see this.
You hold up the necklace. âThis is from the Outer Sector.â
He stops, eyes locked onto it, and nods.
âYouâve been in the Outer Sector and havenât told me? Why? How?â
His eyes dart around warily, like heâs expecting something to jump out at him. âNot here.â
âLike Iâm going anywhere with you afterââ
âY/N.â His tone reeks of desperation and he looks a moment away from sprinting out the door forever, but he holds your gaze, insistent and pleading. âNot here. I canât explain here, but I know where I can. Let me show you. Please.â
âOkay.â
The moment youâre out the door again, he morphs. Itâs the only word that describes the drastic shift in Wooyoungâs demeanor, the way he goes from looking like a kicked puppy to the charming event coordinator youâve grown to love. Once or twice, you try to ask him questions, but he cuts you off with sharp glares each time, so you bite your tongue. He walks with the same confidence he holds at events as he leads you toward the center of the Inner Sector, skirting the wall the whole way. Thereâs not much here apart from guards and the wall itself, so itâs not anywhere youâve bothered to explore, but you can see signs of wear as he leads you along. Some of the bricks are crumbling and the little gates that were once meant to ease travel are boarded upânowadays, the only ways in or out of the Ring are the North and South gates. Automatons are patrolling, of course, and as you pass a third one, Wooyoung pulls up his hood and the fabric in front of his face then slows his pace, some of the darkness you saw when he arrived seeping back into his body.
Once the automaton is a fair distance away, he steps up to the wall, pauses, then takes the final few steps toward the dilapidated gate in front of you. With one little pull to a board that you know is supposed to be keeping it shut, the gate swings open.
âCome on.â
You canât help but hesitate, and Wooyoung glances about anxiously.
âY/N, please.â
Despite the appearance he gives offâsomeone that, if you hadnât known him for years, you would avoid with every fiber of your beingâhis voice is desperate and bordering on afraid. You dart through the gate. This is Wooyoung; no matter what conspiracies he spouts, heâs never led you into danger. Heâs protected you as well as he can from the intricacies and evils of life in the Inner Sector, just like Luxe has.
He follows you in the next breath, and you feel yourself relax. Itâs short-lived, though, as his hand finds the small of your back and presses you forward. Itâs reminiscent of the way he guides you through crowds at events, but this time it feels more urgent, and you understand why as you catch a flash of a gold patrol automaton in the corner of your vision. After a few turns toward the coastline and once youâre out of sight of the wall, he sheds his hood and relaxes a little.
âIâm sorry Iâve been dodgy lately,â he says finally. âThereâs⊠been a lot going on.â
âObviously.â
Youâre a little surprised when he chuckles. His pace is lazier now that youâre in the Outer Sector, and you suppose you can understand why. People pass you by without a second thought the same way they always have, bustling about to make their livings before the sun sets and the Sector Watch start to enforce curfew. Itâs strangely comforting.
Wooyoung slows, leaning against the wall of a vacant shop, the signage faded with age. He sighs heavily.
âI donât really know how to explain all of this,â he says, digging the toe of his boot into the dirt. Frustration rolls off of him in waves, intense enough that youâre a little worried heâll Riot the whole block into the same mood. âI didnât want to involve you in the first placeââ
âWhy not?â You snap. âWhatâs so badââ
âDangerous,â he cuts in, finally meeting your eyes with a look that reminds you a little too much of Luxe warning you to keep your distance from this very man. âNot bad. Dangerous.â He takes a deep, unsteady breath.
âYouâre precious. You deserve the world and then someâall of the riches of Jupiter and beyond. And if anything happened to youâŠâ he trails off, shaking his head, then takes in another sharp breath. âI found out that Iâm right a few months before we started seeing each other. The Symposium is keeping so much from us.â You start to cut him off, but he holds up a hand. âIâm not crazy, I swear it. We have proof. But thereâs a reason I havenât told you. Knowing these things, seeing the proof firsthand⊠Itâs stressful. I thought about it every day for week straight the first time I learned of it. And if anyone important finds out you know, thereâs a target on your back. Jagiya,â he takes your hands in his. âThe things Iâm going to show you, the things Iâve already shown you, you canât tell anyone about. Not even Luxe.â
It feels like your chest is going to explode, itâs so tight. Wooyoungâs gaze is locked onto yours, filled with a combination of hesitance, hopefulness and the ever-present determination. All you feel is your own roiling anxiety and confusion, so you know heâs not Rioting you to feel more comfortable; he would never.
Heâs still your Wooyoung.
âPromise me,â he breathes.
âI promise.â
He doesnât grin at your response but he does smile, still looking a little weary and concerned. With a kiss to your forehead, he steps toward the door of the shop, eyes darting about to make sure the alley is clear. âOkay. Come on then.â
The building is barren inside save for the counter, clearly picked through by some combination of the shop owners themselves and Scrappers. Only one door remains closed and it has no knob, so youâre stunned when it swings open in response to the rhythmic pattern Wooyoung taps on the counter. The man behind it eyes you warily but says nothing as Wooyoung leads you down a set of stairs that are more like a ladder.
You'd heard stories of bunkers like this before, built for shelter during the raids of the Outer Sector Rebellion. The walls and ceiling are a thick concrete, made to both block out the use of Allomancy from outside of it and protect against automaton blasts. Out of curiosity, you burn your steel, looking up toward the ceiling to see if you can detect any blue lines that would lead up to the street above. Nothing. It's been converted into some sort of base, it looks like. Maps are tacked on the walls and spread on the tables that fill the vast room, marked with various colors of ink and symbols you can't begin to decipher the meaning of. Shelves that might have once been for food are filled with file folders and journals instead, cluttered and jammed tight to the point of bowing.
Wooyoung shifts anxiously beside you as you take it in, your eyes drifting from the walls to the ceiling to the shelves and finally landing on a familiar face, doe eyes looking up at you warily.
âYou told me you werenât with him,â you huff at Yeosang, frowning.
He barely looks up from the map heâs annotating. âI wasnât. He was out on a supply run.â
âSupply run? What would you need supplies for? Wooyoung, what is this?!â
âThe answer to that depends on how much youâre going to tell that brother of yours.â
You nearly jump out of your skin, whirling around at the sound of a new voice. Behind you, it seems the base continues on, a dimly lit corridor stretching out behind none other than Kim Hongjoong. You hadnât heard anything to give away the Tineyeâs approach, and you force back a shiver. His eyes are sharp and calculated as they take you in then meet yours once more. He looks more rugged than when you last saw him, exhausted in a way Inner Sector life could never bring you and sporting a few more scars.
âShe already said she wouldnât say anything,â Wooyoung huffs.
âThat was before she saw all of this. It's a lot, and it wouldnât be the first time a new face has been overwhelmed by it.â
You sigh, taking it in for a long moment. âAre you killing or hurting anyone?â
Hongjoong raises an eyebrow. âNot if we don't have to. Sometimes violence is necessary to secure supplies or if we cross paths with Technomancers, but I canât think of any run-ins that have been lethal.â He pauses. âTo be honest, I think I did more killing in the Vanguard than I ever will here.â
âAnd why exactly does all of this,â you gesture to the room, âexist in the first place?â
âBecause the Symposium is trying very hard to rip autonomy away from everyone who disagrees with them or doesnât meet their standards. Iâve seen it firsthand and been a part of the problem before. Now, Iâm doing everything I can to make up for that and bring a stop to their insanity.â
You take a deep breath. âSounds like a good enough cause to me. I wonât tell Luxe, but I reserve the right to if things go off the rails.â
Surprisingly, Hongjoong chuckles. âSounds fair to me.â He steps around you and your boyfriend, then gestures grandly to the commandeered bunker behind him. âWelcome to the New Paradigm. Weâre a group of Allomancers looking to bring down the Symposium, expose the corruption within it, the Nexus, and the Speakers, and put a stop to what they call Operation Utopia.â
âWhatâs Operation Utopia?â
Hongjoongâs jaw sets and his gaze darkens. For a moment, fear crawls up your spine, fearing youâve asked too much. Then, he breathes out a frustrated sigh. âWe arenât certain. It involves the implantation of a parasite into a subject. I was told it would enhance my Allomancy and general physical prowess when I was volunteered for the project, but I donât believe that for a second. What it actually doesâŠâ He runs a hand over his face. âYour guess is as good as mine.â
âBut it canât be anything good,â Wooyoung adds. âWeâve been tracking patterns of the flu that came out of nowhere years ago, and we think thereâs some sort of connection.â
âI just canât put my finger on what exactly.â Hongjoong huffs another sigh. âIf Iâd stuck around longer, weâd have more answers beyond just General Nightingale and Speaker Parkâs involvement and the bare bones of the procedure.â
âIf youâd stuck around the Nexus any longer, your brain would have been worm food,â Yeosang pipes up, his tone surprisingly venomous. âHappy birthday, hereâs your pet parasite. Have fun!â
All three of you look a little bewildered at the outburst. Yeosang shrugs, just as the door on the floor above creaks open again. Two figures drop down from the ladder in similar clothing to Wooyoung, pulling gloves from their hands.
âGood haul today; all hands on deck!â The taller one calls, his voice booming through the room and echoing into the halls. Within them, you begin to hear movement as people respond to the call, filtering into the main room and up the ladder. âYou especially, Jung. You canât fuck off mid-run just to come back to base and expect no consequences.â
There's something familiar about the way the man speaks and holds himself, though you can't quite put your finger on what. His voice alone makes you think heâs probably a dockworker, carrying so easily and laced with an Outer Sector drawl that reminds you of the smell of saltwater and fish.
âI didnât just⊠fuck off back here; I have a girlfriend to reassure,â Wooyoung huffs, pressing a kiss to your head before stepping away to help.
âWhat poor girl would ever let youââ
It feels like time slows as the shorter newcomer meets your gaze and you find yourself starting into familiar, wide brown eyes that haven't changed a bit since the day you met Jongho. He pulls his hood and cowl down, then smacks the man beside him, who yelps with the force of it.
âDonât hit me while youâre still burningââ
âMingi. Shut the fuck up.â He follows his brotherâs gaze as the younger takes a step toward you. His hood and cowl get the same treatment Jonghoâs did and you feel your heart soar. Wooyoung, halfway to the ladder, has stopped in his tracks, gaze narrowed.
âY/N,â Jongho breathes, looking and sounding as awe-struck as you feel.
âIs that really you?â
You nod, laughing a little at the absurdity of the situation and the joy rising in your chest. Breaking into matching grins, the pair rush you, Jongho scooping you up with surprising strength and Mingi swaying with you as he presses you up against his chest.
âHoly shit!â
âItâs been like ten years!â
âI thought Iâd never see you guys again, what in Jupiterâs nameââ
âI take it you three know each other,â Wooyoung hums, the tension in his body disappearing.
You step back from Mingi with a nod, grinning and wiping away tears of joy. âWe were friends before I moved. Or, as close as we could get with the pace of life here. Obviously, we werenât allowed to leave the Ring as kids, and I was finally about to have time to come visit when the travel restrictions went outâŠâ You laugh, stunned, and turn back to the brothers. âI thought I was never going to see you guys again!â
âSame here, honestly,â Jongho agrees, still beaming. Then he pauses. âWait, if youâre here, does that mean youâre joining us?â
You hesitate for a moment, then shake your head. âI donât think so. Luxe is still Watch Master and I wouldnât want to put them at risk by playing vigilante. Working in the Nexus, too, means I should keep a low profile. Besides, Iâm not really used to life out here anymore. I might be around, since I do enjoy spending time with my boyfriend and friends, but I donât think Iâd be much help to the cause.â
He frowns a little but nods in understanding as Mingi pouts.
âWe have so much to catch up on.â
Hongjoong, arms laden with packages that had been dropped to the floor of the bunker, clears his throat. âYouâll have all the catch up time you want after we unload. Come on, before the patrols hit.â
Itâs a joyous night once they finish. You all sit down in the common areaâHongjoong included at the boysâ insistenceâand swap stories. Mingi still hasnât heard from their older brother in years, which sends a little pang of hurt on his behalf through you. You fill them in on life in the Inner Sector; how you met Wooyoung and Yeosang and how well taken care of you are now. Wooyoung pulls you close, looking impossibly fond. Jongho fakes a gag, telling you that you need to raise your standards. Even Yeosang and Hongjoong laugh at the stories you reminisce over and how worried you were about Wooyoung, that his gift from the Outer Sector is what tipped you off.
âSomething from Ilyaâs shop or Soo-ahâs. Those were always Dad's go-to gifts,â you hum, turning the necklace over in your hand. âHow is Yunho?â
Jongho and Mingi share a look and the mood dims. âWe donât see much of him these days. Heâs a Technomancer, and he⊠Heâs part of a group thatâs like the New Paradigm, but for Technomancers. We're kind of rivals.â
It takes a moment for you to process the words. Youâve spent so many years in the Inner Sector, watching Adepts work side by side regardless of their Affinity, that the stark divide in the Outer Sector feels alien. You remember now, though. Being the daughter of a rising Allomancer had brought scorn from both those who resented your father for his work on the watch and those who held contempt for Allomancers for one reason or another. The set of Jonghoâs jaw now and the way he wonât meet your eyes, his leg bouncing furiously, only deepens the pit in your stomach as memories flood back. Your father turning you away from a man with a strange look in his eye and a device around his wrist, tech crushed to scrap with braced Pushes, whispered words from a young Mingi as he explained why Jongho stared at that cute little puppy automaton like it was going to bite him.
You shiver, arms wrapping around yourself. âIâd forgotten how bad it was. Iâm sorry. ThatâsâŠâ You shake your head, at a loss. The boys had been inseparable, once upon a time.
âIt is what it is,â Jongho huffs. âHe made his choice, we made ours.â
Mingi squirms a little, and you swear he and Yeosang share a look, but itâs gone before you can be sure.
Something heavy settles over the room, but before you can find a way to break it, your aurvox pings. You frown and pull it from its place at your waist, eyes widening at the time and the message from your sibling. You curse under your breath and smack Wooyoung on the shoulder.
âWeâre about to be late for your brotherâs banquet!â
He huffs a sigh and pouts a little as he looks up at you. âWe could skip it.â
âBecause the Watch Master wondering where we are is any better? Iâm going. And if you leave me to bat Junghwa off of Luxe all night alone, Iâll never forgive you.â
To that, he concedes. Wooyoung sighs and stands. âAlright. Iâll see you guys later. I have appearances to keep up.â He squeezes Hongjoongâs shoulder on the way out and, as your eyes follow the movement, you canât help but notice how the manâs demeanor has darkened. He gives Wooyoung some sort of half-smile.
âY/N, come visit soon, please,â Mingi calls as both he and Jongho stand to give you hugs.
âI will,â you assure, âas long as thatâs okayâŠâ
The three of you turn to Hongjoong. With a nudge from Wooyoung, he seems to snap out of whatever stupor heâd been in. It takes him a moment to process your words, but he smiles more genuinely and nods.
âOf course. The rules still apply, butâŠâ His eyes scan the gathered group. âWhen my most trusted allies and, dare I say, friends, are this excited to see youâŠâ The soft smile turns into a crooked sort of grin, his eyes shining with something like satisfaction. âYouâre welcome here any time, Y/N. Just donât rat us out unless we start going haywire.â
Thereâs something a little dangerous in the way he holds himself, but thereâs a sincerity in his eyes that has memories flooding back to you, disjointed as they are. You hadnât been paying much attention at the graduation ceremony all those years ago, but you recall the look he got when he called out one name during his acceptance speech, and the one heâs giving the boys now isnât all that different. This is a man who doesnâtâcanâtâtrust easily, and heâs extending that to you.
It warms something in you and you nod. âYour secretâs safe with me.â
You ruffle Yeosangâs hair affectionately as you say another round of goodbyes, then practically drag Wooyoung out of the base and back the way you came, skirting patrols and darting through the little side gate much quicker this time at his urging. He parts from you with a quick kiss and you both rush home to ready yourselves for the event. You make yourself presentable in record speed and join your sibling downstairs, the pendant resting just below your collarbones. It feels good, carrying a piece of the Outer Sector into something like this, doubly so after seeing your friends for the first time in years. Youâre still floating from the encounter a little, so you miss the narrowed look your sibling gives the jewelry as you step out of the house.
âPretty necklace,â they hum, the picture of nonchalance. âYouâre not breaking your travel restrictions, are you?â
Your blood chills. Luxe is smart, terrifyingly so sometimesâitâs part of what makes them so good at their jobâand in all your years, youâve never had a reason to lie to them directly. They had never asked you to stop seeing Wooyoung entirely, just to be careful. You were the one who figured it would be better to stay away from your house.
Theyâll see straight through it if you tell them no, youâre certain.
Instead, you dodge, just like you always have. Smiling faintly, you toy with the pendant. âWoo got it for me. If Iâm remembering right, itâs from Kuzmin Jewelry. I think I recognize Ilyaâs little stamp.â
Luxe hums fondly and nods, but you can tell thereâs more on their mind. Sure enough, âWhatâs he doing so far outside of the Ring?â
You shrug. âHeâs always looking for new things for me.â
They donât seem quite satisfied with the answer but, thankfully, press no further.
Expectedly, Wooyoung is waiting for you as you approach the Nexus. He beams when he sees you in a way that makes your heart skip several beats, extending a hand to pull you to him as your sibling continues inside.
Just like he does every time, Wooyoung draws his eyes over your form and you feel your cheeks heat. His gaze lingers on the pendant and his grin turns a little self-satisfied as he meets your eyes again, pulling your hands to his lips to press kisses to your knuckles. âYou, my dear, are an absolute masterwork.â
You giggle, leaning in to press a kiss to the little scar under his blue eye. Every time, he does this. Every time, it flusters you out of a response. âYouâre not so bad yourself.â
Heâs back to being the picture perfect Inner Sector socialite, his fitted black suit a stark contrast to the baggy, worn clothes heâd sported a little over an hour ago. He nods to the doors beside you. âShall we?â
The unveiling banquet isnât as dull as you expected it to beâyou find yourself sandwiched between Wooyoung and Yeonjun, of all people, who apparently played a large part in making sure the buildingâs tech was top of the line. Wooyoung lets out a whoop when Jiwoo acknowledges the work in his presentation, and you bite back laughter at the contrast of the pink on Yeonjunâs cheeks and the scathing glare he fixes your boyfriend with as he sits back down. Conversation flows easily between you, your sibling, Yeonjun, and Wooyoungâs family, and the two childhood friends keep you entertained. Itâs easy, casual in comparison to many of the functions you attend. Wooyoung isnât flitting about to keep everyone happy, and thereâs no General Nightingale breathing down your neck, though youâre sure she received an invitation out of social obligation. Itâs nice, having a bit normalcy and relative peace to outweigh the sheer chaos of the rest of the day.
Yeonjun has been dragged into a conversation about the buildingâsome addition to the complex that surrounds the Nexus, though you werenât paying enough attention to Jiwoo to say exactly whatâa few tables down, Wooyoungâs parents and younger brother are chatting with old family friends, and Luxe has just stepped away to take a work call when you feel Wooyoungâs hand slip up your shoulder to rest at the nape of your neck. You turn to him, a question in your eyes, to find him beaming at you with a warmth and openness you donât think youâve ever seen before. Your boyfriend has always, you thought, been an open book to you. Looking at him now, though, the relaxed set of his shoulders and the hint of relief in his gaze, you can tell that keeping his life in the Outer Sector from you has been weighing on him.
His hand traces the chain of your necklace, following it down until he can run his thumb over the pendant itself. âI knew it would look good on you,â he muses, meeting your eyes again. âThank you for trusting me, jagiya.â
âOf course,â you reply, catching his hand and bringing it up to press a kiss to his palm. âThank you for trusting me, too. It canât have been easy, knowing whatâs at risk.â
âIt was the least I could do. I couldnât have you thinking I was cheating on you. And it was too much to explain in a message.â
âI probably wouldnât have believed you anyway.â
âI donât think I would have either in your position,â he chuckles. âStill, Iâm sorry for being so scarce these past few weeks.â Itâs his turn to press a kiss to your hand. âLet me make it up to you.â
âYou donât need to,â you assure.
âBut I want to. Badly. The fact that you had to call Yeosang just to get ahold of me⊠I feel awful,â he explains. You feel a little pang in your chest. âIt should have never gotten to that point. I want to spoil you and make you feel loved and treasured, not make you question me and your sanity.â You can feel heat rising to your cheeks as his gaze darkens a little. âCome home with me tonight. Let me show you.â
Heat flushes your whole body as you nod, taking a sip of your wine to steady yourself. The grin he gives you is sharp and wolfish as his hand drops to your thigh, squeezing it lightly. You shoot a message to Luxeâthe thought of facing them with the statement that youâre going home with Wooyoung for the night is too much for you to bear, you think. Theyâre across the room, cornered by Junghwa and unfortunately, rather than missing the blink of their aurvox, they use it as an excuse to extract themself from the situation.
You groan as you watch them read it, flash you a look, and make their way over. Wooyoung raises an eyebrow. âI was⊠hoping for a clean exit,â you mutter, pulling a laugh from your boyfriend.
âThen we should have left before you said something.â He hums, amused, standing and offering a hand to help you up. Heâs acting nonchalant, ignoring the way your sibling approaches, but you can see tension in his shoulders.
âIâm right here, you know,â Luxe hums. One hand is tucked in the pocket of their slacks, the other cupping their glass of wine. They look relaxed at first glance but their gaze is sharp, darting between your hand in Wooyoungâs and both of your faces. âYou could have at least faced me if youâre going to let your boyfriend sweep you away.â
You groan, turning into Wooyoung to bury your face in his chest. He wraps an arm around your shoulders, hugging you tight against him. âIâll take good care of her, I promise.â
âYou had better,â Luxe warns, then sighs. You hazard a peek from where youâre hiding, and they have the bridge of their nose pinched between their fingers. âJust⊠be safe, alright?â They manage, giving you a stern look before turning to Wooyoung with a narrowed gaze. âI donât want to see any evidence of whatever happens tonight when she comes home tomorrow, understood? And if I find out youâve done anything to hurt herâŠâ The corners of their mouth turn up, but you certainly wouldnât call that look a smile.
The words hang. A flash of silver catches your eye from where Wooyoung still holds you, and you both startle as one of his rings is tugged off of his finger. It slips onto Luxeâs outstretched index with a soft tink of silver against their glass, which they raise to their lips. You and Wooyoung both gape a littleâa less talented Allomancer wouldn't have been capable of keeping the glass intact, much less catching the ring on a single, still finger. He squeezes your shoulder, a silent reassurance that heâs just as bewildered.
Removing the ring almost immediately, Luxe hands it back to your stunned boyfriend, a self-satisfied look on their face. âHave fun, you two. Be safe,â they hum, turning to rejoin the still-mingling banquet guests.
âYour sibling is terrifying.â
âI didnât even know they could do that.â
The little power move is forgotten quickly as you step out into the night, the reality of what youâre doing settling over your shoulders along with Wooyoungâs blazer. You smile up at him, excited and a little nervous, and he tugs you in for a kiss. It's quick, but it still takes your breath away. He has one arm still wrapped around your waist as his hand skates up your body, fingers dancing over the pendant before he cups your jaw. âI love you so much, Y/N. I havenât said it enough lately.â
You grin, pressing your forehead to his own. âI love you too, Woo.â
âThank you for trusting me.â
Itâs all he can say now as his hand drops back down, tracing his gift again. If you open your eyes, you know youâll see the guards at the Nexus gate, most likely Tineyes, burning enough to hear everything between themselves and the door. But for now, bathed in the soft glow of aether imbued in the Nexus walls, you feel like it's only the two of you left on the planet. For a moment, you bask. It feels good to have him in your arms, to know the truth.
You smile a little wistfully as you break the reverie, leaning back and pressing a hand against his chest. âTake me home.â
He squeezes your waist, presses his lips to your forehead, and obliges with a sly grin.
His hands only wander a little as you make the silent, short walk to his home. Thereâs so much to discuss, but each time you reach for a new topic, you discard it, reminding yourself how well-monitored the Symposium and Inner Sector around it are. The glances you get from Wooyoung tell you heâs thinking along the same lines, and you settle for enjoying one anotherâs company.
He pushes open the front door with a sweeping gesture and a bow, pulling a giggle from your lips that has him grinning.
âWhereâs this perfect gentleman every other day?â You tease as he offers you his arm, steadying you while you step out of your heels.
âI have no idea what you mean. Iâm always a perfect gentleman,â he fires back, tone a little extra haughty.
Neither of you can keep it together, collapsing into each other in a fit of giggles. He holds you close, both arms around your waist as you drape yours over his shoulders. Carding one hand into his hair, you lean back just enough to pull him in and connect your lips. He hums into it as you deepen it, grip loosening on you ever so slightly as one hand drifts lower, settling at your hip.
âWe donât have to do anything youâre not ready for,â he mutters as you finally part for air, foreheads pressed together. His fingers are twitching with the urge to wander further and, though heâs giving you an out, you can feel how reluctant he is at even the though of letting you go now that he has you back in his arms. âThis is about you, us, and making up for lost time. Weââ
You tug him down again with a fist in his hair, delighting in the little gasp he lets out against your lips at the fierceness of your kiss. His grip on you tightens, one hand wandering back to knead at your ass.
âItâs you asking, Woo. Of course Iâm ready.â You feel his grin. âAnd you have a lot of apologizing to do for ignoring me for so long.â
With no more warning than a quick intake of breath, he scoops you up in his arms, carefully tucking your skirts under you. You squeak in surprise and giggle, kicking your feet lightly.
âIndeed I do.â His eyes are filled with joy and warmth as he carries you up to his room, gently shutting the door before settling you back on your feet.
You expect him to drag you against him immediately, to seek out your lips the same way he does when he drags you away from prying eyes and kisses you breathless. Instead, he slides his hands down your arms and takes one hand in his, stepping back to let his gaze rake over your form. You feel your cheeks heat once more.
âI canât believe I almost lost an absolute treasure like you. I donât think cogbrain even begins to cover it.â
âWooââ
âIâm serious, Y/N,â he says, turning to drag you in front of the full-length mirror hanging from the back of his door. âLook at you. A creation beyond comprehension.â
His chin rests on your shoulder, his hands roaming over the embroidery on your dress as he studies your reflections. Gently, he turns to press an open-mouthed kiss to your neck. âNothing and no one will ever compare, and I canât believe I nearly let you slip away to go play rebel. Will you ever forgive me?â
He meets your gaze in the glass, a little pout on his lips that makes you a bit weak in the knees. You look good together, you think as his fingers run up the buttons along your spine.
âI could be convinced to.â
One hand shoots upward, gripping your chin and turning your head to capture your lips again. Your breath catches as, at the same moment, his fingers begin to unfasten the buttons of your dress.
âIâve been told I can be very persuasive.â
You turn as he guides you, letting him push the sleeves down and help you step out of your skirts. His gaze turns hungry as youâre left in just your undergarments, a flush heating your skin. You feel exposed, unbalanced while he remains clothed, but canât find it in you to feel uncomfortable.
âYouâre not Rioting me out of discomfort, are you?â You mutter as your fingers work at the buttons of his shirt.
He shakes his head, guiding you back to sit on the bed. Pulling your hands into one of his own as the other deftly finishes what you started, he presses a kiss to your knuckles. âI flared everything I had in reserve when we left the Nexus. I may Riot freely in many situations, but never one like this. I promise.â
You nod, pulling him down for a kiss as his shirt joins your dress on the floor. Itâs slow and deep, and you can feel him groan against your lips as he meets you, hands coming to rest on either side of your hips. His self-control is admirable, you think with a little smileâyou can feel the tension in his arms as you run your hands up over them, and when you pull back, his gaze is dark and dangerous in a way that thrills you.
âYou⊠Everything you do makes me short-circuit, I swear.â Heat flashes through you and you squirm a little as it pools in your gut. Wooyoung grins a little wickedly as his hands slip up your sides, working to bare you to him entirely.
âMy masterwork,â he mutters, kissing down your neck. âThe shining gem sent just for me.â
Youâve overheard much in your time at the Nexusâwomen complaining that their husbands wouldnât stop chattering, that it took their pleasure from them. His words only spur yours on, making warmth prickle under your skin.
âGilded steel.â He presses a kiss to your collarbone, just beside the pendant, thumbs teasing the underside of your breasts and sending a shiver down your spine. âExquisite and so, so strong.â
A quiet whimper leaves you and his breath catches. He guides you down against the plush mattress as his lips trail back up your throat, bracing himself above you with one hand while the other kneads at your chest properly. Heâs gentle with it, exploratory and testing, fingers flicking quickly across your hardening nipplesâand oh, isnât that something. You twitch beneath him and he parts from you, studying the way you arch and whine, eyes going hazy with pleasure when he does it again.
âJupiter,â he breathes, more urgent this time as his lips wander lower. It feels like heâs unraveling as he works his way down to your chest, teeth scraping at your collarbone, until he can finally press kisses to the tender flesh heâs been toying with. The sigh you let out isnât enough; he closes his lips around your nipple, eyes fluttering shut in satisfaction as he lets out a hum to match your own.
Your hands tangle into his hair like itâs second nature, holding him there as his tongue flicks over your skin as you jolt with each burst of pleasure. He laves attention on one, then the other, until finally pulling away, swallowing your whine of protest at the loss.
âI know, baby, Iâm sorry,â he breathes, letting you drag him back into a kiss while his hands fumble with his pants. You shiver at the loss of his body heat as he stands to shove them off, letting your eyes drag over his form.
Jupiter above, heâs beautiful.
You donât realize youâve spoken the words aloud until heâs on you again, devouring your lips.
âYouâŠâ he shakes his head, lowering himself between your legs. âA treasure like you would know firsthand.â
His teeth sink into your thigh briefly and you gasp. Itâs the reaction heâs hoping for, if the way he grins is any indication. His lips trail up the soft, sensitive skin until theyâre hovering over your core. You whine, embarrassed, trying to close your legs only for him to press them further open. He blinks up at you.
âWhatâs the matter, jagiya?â
âYou donât⊠have to,â you manage.
He raises an eyebrow, smirking up at you. âIf youâre worried about my enjoyment, you shouldnât be. I have a lot of apologizing to do, remember?â He presses a kiss to your core and you jolt at the sensation, pleasure reviewing through you. âConsider this step one.â
Heâs gentle as he begins to taste you, tongue exploring as though heâs trying to map every inch. With his eyes closed, heâs a vision of blissful peace, content to keep his eyes shut and bask in your taste for as long as youâll let him. The sight alone punches the air out of you, and you tangle a hand into his hair, eyes slipping shut. He groans quietly against you and you feel his hips twitch against the mattress. When you pull your eyes open and back to him, heâs staring up at you with a sirenâs gaze. He doubles his efforts as you twitch at the sight, ripping a heady moan from your chest.
âWooyoungâŠâ He raises an eyebrow and you can feel his smirk against you. For a moment, you wish you could wipe it from his face, but the thought is quickly gone as his lips seal around your clit, his tongue delving past your entrance in the next moment.
Another cry is torn from you and you tug urgently at his hair, receiving a noise of protest as you do. âWhatâs the matter? Too much?â
âIâno, I just⊠Isnât your family coming home soon?â
He chuckles, pressing a kiss to your core that makes your twitch. âJiwoo is staying with his girlfriend. Everyone else is staying with the Parks at the Nexus. Weâll be the only ones here all night.â
You curse, letting your head fall back against the pillow as he returns eagerly to his delightful ministrations.
He takes his time with you, letting your pleasure build lazily, as though you have all the time in the world. Your mind is a haze of need, that coil in your gut so close to snapping when he pulls back. You wine sharply and tug on his hair, earning a low groan and a glare. His grip on your thigh tightens in warning and you flush, surprised when the dull pain prickles as pleasure under your skin.
âTrust me.â
You do, invariably. Nodding, you loosen your grip, and Wooyoung brings a finger up to prod at your entrance.
âGood girl.â
The words are so simple, but the way he purrs them has you whining, walls fluttering around the single digit he presses into you.
âOf course, my masterwork loves her praise,â he chuckles, sounding a little cocky. You move to kick him lightly in reprimand, but his lips seal over your clit again and you go boneless against the sheets.
He works you open patiently, one finger becoming two when your hands in his hair tighten again. The pleasure feels like it will be endless, a constant knot in your belly that he doesnât seem keen on unwinding any time soon. Your moans become more desperate and your thighs twitch around his head as he scissors his fingers, tongue darting between them. The fullness rips a moan from you and you squirm, trying to direct him somewhere specific, to find something more, though youâre not quite sure what.
His tongue leaves you and you nearly curse in protest, but then his fingers crook and pleasure explodes through you. Your whole body tightens as the knot in your belly unravels, thighs shaking on either side of his head as he works you through your orgasm. The touch against that spongy spot within you and the suction on your clit become gentle laps and kisses as he brings you down, not letting your pleasure dissipate entirely. Head spinning, you blink your eyes open to stare at the ceiling for a moment and catch your breath.
Shifting from the other end of the bed pulls your attention back to him, and youâre surprised when he settles beside you instead of above you. Wooyoungâs cock is flushed a pretty pink, hard and leaking where it rests against your hip, but he doesnât seem to pay any mind to it as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, drinking you in. The kiss he presses to your forehead feels out of place and perfectly Wooyoung at the same time. You huff a laugh.
âSatisfied, darling?â You nod, smiling, and he chuckles. âGood.â He rolls onto his back, arms spread wide and inviting just like he has so many times before. âCome here.â
The look you give him is one of confusion. âBut you havenâtâŠâ You glance down.
âI donât need to cum. Tonight is about you, and me making up for the hurt Iâve put you through. Iâll be alright, I promise.â
Something about that feels wrong. Frowning, you shift toward him until, in one smooth motion, you can throw a leg over his hips to straddle him. The noise he makes as his length is trapped below your heat is broken, pitiful, not too dissimilar from the ones you were making moments ago.
âYouâre not through apologizing yet,â you hum.
His voice comes out rough, a little chuckle and smirk alongside it. âIs that so?â
Confident, you nod, rolling your hips down against his own. âI want you to feel pleasure too. And I wonât consider you forgiven until I feel you. All of you.â
Wooyoung sucks in a breath between his teeth, then nods, guiding your hips up to hover above him. âWhat ever my lady wants.â
He slides into you at the same slow pace he opened you up with and you both groan as your hips meet. When you lean down for a filthy kiss, you can still taste yourself on his tongue, and the way your walls flutter around him makes his hips cant up. Heâs holding back, you can tell, and youâre determined to make that stop. Gently, you pry his hands from your back, lacing your fingers and pinning them to the pillow above him. He looks a little stunned, eyes glassy as you hold him there and roll your hips experimentally. You both moan in unison.
âI wonât last long,â he admits on a breath. âFinally having you like this, Iââ You pull an outright whine from him as you shift your hips up and sink back down. âJagiya.â
You silence him with a kiss, settling into a steady pace. âYou donât have to last, my love. I just need you to feel even half the pleasure you brought me.â
Another pretty whine and his hips twitch up, meeting yours. Desperation is a good look on him, you think.
âLet go, Woo. Please, I need it.â
He meets your pace then, using your grip on his hands against you to pull you down until your body is flush with his own. Slipping out of your grip, he tangles one hand into your hair to lock your lips again, the other pressing down against the small of your back. The shift in angle has him dragging against your sweet spot once more and you can feel your pleasure building quickly alongside his own, the urgency and sensitivity from your first orgasm rushing you forward. Your hands crumple the pillowcases and within moments, you feel your pleasure spiking again.
You come apart together, panting into each other's mouths and breathing each other's names, and you donât have the mind to feel sorry for the way you go boneless on top of him. Wooyoung laughs, breathless, and lets you lie there, hands wandering over the expanse of your back as you exchange kisses. Itâs only when the stickiness of sweat and other bodily fluids start to make your skin crawl that you roll off of him.
âThat was⊠incredible,â you breathe.
Wooyoung hums, pleased. âGood. I wanted to make your first time memorableâin a good way, of course.â
You flush. âI, erm⊠Thank you.â
âItâs only what you deserve.â
You should know by now, you think, that itâs nearly impossible to be around Wooyoung without heat creeping up your cheeks.
âYou⊠Seemed like you⊠had experience,â you murmur, heart racing. Itâs nagging at you a bit, now that youâre cooling down.
Wooyoung blinks, then props himself up on an elbow, reaching out to trace patterns along your skin as he meets your gaze. âI do. It took me a long time to realize where my heart belonged.â He pauses. âDoes that bother you?â
Strangely, you find it doesnât. Heâs still ended up here, with you, despite whatever happened in the interim. Smiling, you shake your head, pulling him in for a soft kiss. He chuckles against your lips.
âGood. Sex is much better with someone you love, if tonight was any indication.â He leans in again, this kiss deeper but still heatless, his grip a little possessive on your hip. âNo one will ever measure up.â
You beam up at him, cupping his jaw, at a loss for words once again. Heâs looking at you like you hung the stars themselves in the sky.
âCome on, letâs go get cleaned up.â
Things even out over the next few weeks, a new sense of normalcy settling over the two of you. Wooyoung finds a location for his next event, submitting the full proposal the night before the deadline, and makes an effort to set aside the New Paradigm while heâs within the Inner Sector. It comes after a talking to from Hongjoong, of all people. For a moment, youâre surprised, but you remember quickly that his mother is a Speaker.
âIf you want to play both sides, you need to remember that we are much more flexible and forgiving than any politician.â His stern stare leaves no room for argument.
You see more of Mingi and Jongho than you thought you ever would, and your heart is full on the days you show up at the base to wait for Wooyoung to come back from recruiting. The three of you are often joined by Yeosang, who seems to have formed a close bond with both of them in the time heâs spent here, and sometimes Hongjoong when he pulls himself from his office. Yeosang seems to flit away quickly once you and your boyfriend are in the same room, though, each time with mission prep or work to handle. At first, you attribute it to the way Wooyoung canât seem to keep his hands off of you anymore, but once you convince him finally to dial it back, his behavior remains the same.Â
It hurts, and you can tell Wooyoung feels it too.Â
âIt feels like somethingâs missing without him,â you say over lunch one day, eyeing the empty seat at your usual table.Â
Wooyoung nods.Â
âI wish there was a way to go back to the way things used to be. All three of us, all the time.â
You can see the gears turning in his head. âWhy canât it be?â
Stunned, you blink at him. âWhat?â
âWhy canât it be all three of us? I mean⊠I love you, and Iâm happy with just you, but⊠donât we both love Yeosangie too?â
You sit back, processing his words. After a moment, you nod slowly. Youâd already considered the possibility, just after you noticed the first changes in Yeosangâs behavior, that he was secretly in love with one or both of you. It had been cast aside quicklyâthe more likely answer was him being uncertain with the changing dynamics of your long-standing friend group. Now, with you and Wooyoung becoming more affectionate with one another and Yeosang pulling further away, youâre reconsidering your logic.Â
âI hadnât thought much about it before,â Wooyoung mutters, âbut now that weâre sitting and talking about itâŠâ He pauses, floundering for a moment in a way you donât think you've seen before. âItâs not that Iâm unhappy with you or that Iâd be happier with Sangieâwell, I would be, but thatâs more a case of having our best friend back than anythingââ
âWoo,â you cut him off gently, placing a hand on his thigh. âI get it. Itâs not about being happier with him as a part of our relationship, though Iâm sure that would come naturally. Itâs just a different kind of happiness. I love Yeosangie as much as I love you, I just havenât explored whether that could be romantic or not.â
He beams. âThatâs exactly it.â
Thereâs a pause, anticipation swirling in the air between you.
âHow do we bring this up to him?â
It takes a few days for the pair of you to find the words and gather the courage to speak to Yeosang about your revelation. The day you do, youâre buzzing with excitement, strolling hand-in-hand down the alleys of the Outer Sector as you make your way to the base. Wooyoung helps you down the ladder with a little flourish, the two of you unaware of the chaos surrounding you for only a moment.
Jongho breaks your bubble. âBlessings, there you are! Do you know where Yeosang is?â
You and Wooyoung exchange a confused look. Heâs been spending less and less time in the Inner Sector, preferring to while away the hours after work with the New Paradigm. You had knocked on his front door before coming all the way here, and he was nowhere to be found. As you relay this information to the group, Hongjoongâs jaw sets firm, the embers of anger burning in his eyes.
âThatâs it, then. Heâs left us for the birdies, hasnât he, Mingi?â
The Captainâs glare makes the man flinch. Jongho and Wooyoung whip around to face the Smoker, offense and betrayal etched on their faces.
âWhat?!â
âWho?â You ask, tone gentle.
Hongjoong turns to you, remaining stock-still, and youâre quickly reminded of the elite cadet heâd been when you first laid eyes on him. âThe Blue Birds. Theyâre a relatively new group of Technomancers, but their rise has been swift. Within a couple of months, they've become our biggest rivals.â His eyes lock back onto Mingi. âAnd you knew.â
âI didnâtââ
âYou did,â he grits out. âIâm a very difficult man to keep secrets from.â Your eyes dart to your old friend and you watch as realization dawns on his face. Hongjoong, a Tineye who rarely sleeps, wouldnât have to burn off his reserves every night as other Allomancers do. He's awake, burning, on watch most of the night. The thought makes you worry for him. âI heard him ask you about it.â
Mingiâs shoulders slump, and he huffs a sigh.
âAnd you didnât think to stop him?!â Wooyoung snaps. You jolt a little as he steps around you, fuming.
âHe was determined. He sounded like he already had his mind made up. I did my best, butâŠâ Mingi trails off with a shrug. You donât think you've seen him look this small, not even when he got chewed out by his father for leaving the stall unattended to help a stray cat with a broken leg out of the middle of the street.
âHeâs not even a Technomancer! What was he thinking? Theyâre not going to need or want his help,â Wooyoung huffs.
âIf that ends up being the case, then weâll welcome him back happily,â Hongjoong says. His eyes narrow at Wooyoung as the Rioterâs mouth opens, and you watch your boyfriendâs jaw snap shut. He sighs. Of course he wonât turn his childhood best friend away. âIn the meantime, Iâll need to train another Seeker to take his place.â He runs a hand through his hair, sighing. âIf heâs made up his mindâwhich it sounds like he hasâthen thereâs no use chasing after him, as much as we all may want to.â
Wooyoung seems to deflate a little as he mutters alongside the brothers, âYes, Captain.â
You feel unmoored as you take it all in, like a ship set adrift with no crew. Your plans to mend things, to better them, all gone with one stroke of bad luck. Today, of all days, Yeosang turned his back on the New Paradigm for their rivals. You can feel Wooyoung's anger, Jongho's disgust and Mingi's shame. The conversation you would have had is over before it had the chance to begin.
Gently, Wooyoung takes your hand, pulling you into his arms. Your heart cracks as you press against him, and you let him guide you deeper into the base as the first of your tears stains his neck.
It takes you weeks, but you finally manage to corner Yeosang on his lunch hour. He looks stunned when he sees you and nearly turns in the other direction, but you call after him. He hesitates, the kindness you love so much and Inner Sector politeness warring against his newfound loyalties.
âSangie,â you try again. This time, he turns, a tight smile on his face. âI'll treat you to fried chicken for a chat. It's been too long.â
His shoulders slump and he makes his way over, not meeting your eyes. âIf you're here for the Captainââ
âI just miss you. Woo and I both do.â Yeosang's eyes dart around, nervous. âHe's not here. He doesn't know I'm here either. He's mad at youâthey all areâbut he still talks about how much he misses you.â
Yeosang closes his eyes, taking in a breath.
âWill you have lunch with me?â
His shoulders jump with his silent laugh, the corner of his mouth ticking up. âI'm not enough of a cogbrain to decline free food.â
The place is just around the corner, and though tension remains in the silence between you, you feel a little victorious. The feeling fades a little with each failed attempt at small talk, Yeosangâs responses remaining vague and trailing off, as though his mind is elsewhere entirely.
Finally, as you sit down at a quiet corner table, he sighs. âI owe you an explanation.â
âYou donât owe me anything, but Iâm not opposed to hearing one if youâd like to share.â
He takes a deep breath. âRemember when we were kids, playing in the backyard with that massive pile of scrap my parents kept around?â You smile at the memories that flash through your mind, nodding. âIt didnât matter that my mom was an Allomancer and I was playing Tinker in the backyard. She loved me all the same. Wooyoung and Yeonjun are still friends, Seonghwa and Hongjoong worked together side-by-side for years after their exam results came in. Everything in the Inner Sector is blended together for one cause. Allomancer or Technomancer, Adept or not, it doesnât matter.â
You raise an eyebrow at that bold statement, and Yeosang rolls his eyes with another hint of a smile. âAlright, it matters in politics and personal biases, but weâre not at each otherâs throats constantly.â
âRight.â
âSo why does it matter so much in the Outer Sector? Why are we constantly trying to undermine each other? We have the same goal. Why canât we work together on it?â He sighs, running a hand through his hair. âThe only answers I could really think of were the lasting civil war and the personal biases of the leaders of each group. Both spent time in the Scrapyard, which isnât particularly friendly to outsiders of any kind and is where the divide is the most obvious, and thereâs the constant battle for resources of course, but⊠It still doesnât make sense. I think theyâre both just playing it safe, too scared of what could happen if the groups combined, even if they should. Resource and territory sharing make much more sense on paper than whatever it is we have going on right now.â
âThat doesnât⊠explain why you left, but it does make sense to me. Even when I was living in the Outer Sector, the fighting didnât make sense to me either. I would see it everyday, in fights on the streets, the way people looked at me and my family because my dad was a well-known Allomancer.â
Yeosang nods, some of the built up tension from his impassioned rambling draining from his shoulders at your words. âI thought I could act as a bridge between us. Well, Mingi and me. His childhood best friend is a member of the Blue Birds. From what Iâve gathered, they donât really talk much anymoreâsomething about double standards and being on opposite sides of this conflictâbut theyâre friendly enough that Mingi introduced me.â
You smile fondly. âThat sounds about right. Even if theyâre at each otherâs throats, those two canât be separated for very long. Yunhoâs a good guy, too.â
A genuine smile spreads across Yeosangâs face and he nods. âHe looks a little intimidating at first, but heâs really just a big puppy.â
With a bright laugh, you nod. âSounds like Yuyu.â
Heâs grinning now, and your heart swells at the sight. Regardless of Wooyoungâs feelings on the matter, youâre glad to have your friend back. âTheyâre all so nice. I was expecting some sort of pushback, but they all know Iâm an Allomancer, and most of them donât care. One of them is a Scrapyard kid, so heâs a little wary, but the fact that Iâm a Seeker instead of having any of the external or physical abilities seems to help.â
âIâm glad, Yeosangie. You sound like youâre having a lot of fun.â
Another eager nod. âAnd I feel like Iâm helping them more than I ever helped the Paradigm. I was never much help on missions, but as a Scholar for the Blue Birds, I can stay in and research. It's something I can do at home, too, so Iâm not spending as much time traveling or risking as much going through the Ring. I just do my research, send it along, and then Iâm through.â
âThat sounds perfect for you.â
The smile he gives you is so fond that you feel butterflies erupt in your stomach. âThank you, Y/N. Iâm sorry for avoiding you and leaving without saying anything, but I knew everyone would try to talk me out of it.â
âEveryone but Mingi,â you agree.
âAnd you, apparently.â
Your ears heat a little, and you nod. âItâs not my place to talk you out of something that could bring you joy. I have no stake in the goings on of the crew, aside from the safety of my friends.â
An aurvox alarm goes off and Yeosang jumps, pulling the device from his belt. âI have to get back to work. Thank you for listening, Y/N.â
You stand, giving him a quick hug before he has to dash off again. âThank you for sharing, Sangie. Keep in touch, okay?â
His little grin and wave make your chest tighten. âI will! See you!â
When you bring the interaction up to Wooyoung the next day, he goes still. For a moment, as irrational as it is, you think heâll turn and yell at you. Instead, he nods. âIâm glad at least one of us gets to keep in touch.â
âWhy canât you?â You ask. âYou both live and work in the Inner Sector. Mingi and Yunho still keep in touch sometimes.â
Wooyoung shakes his head, sighing. âIâm not as kind as Mingi is. Maybe some day Iâll be alright with it, but Iâm still upset with him for leaving without so much as a goodbye.â
Nodding, you let him pull you against his side, head resting on his shoulder.
âI really am glad you still have each other, though. One of us should always be around to keep an eye on our Sangie.â
The topic drops then, between the pair of you and within the New Paradigm. No one mentions Yeosang or his perceived betrayalâmore bodies are moving about the base these days, and you figure it would be bad for recruitment if nothing else. You continue your little lunch dates with him nonetheless, on the rare occasion that your breaks align. Itâs peaceful, for a while, but if thereâs one thing youâve learned about Sector One, itâs that peace doesnât last forever here.
Luxe sends you an ominous message the night everything collapses, demanding more than asking you to stay at home. Minutes later, thereâs a tapping at your window, and you nearly jump out of your skin at the sight of Jongho peering through it. Confused, you rush to open it, tugging him inside.
Before you can even begin to question him, he asks, âIs Luxe home?â
You frown. âNo. Why? Whatâs going on?â
âHas Wooyoung come here?â
âNo. Jonghoââ
âThereâs not much time to explain. Something happened while he was out today, weâre not quite sure what, but a bar in the Outer Sector was leveled. He was seen fleeing and we need to find him, get a debrief, make sure heâs alright.â
Your heart skips a few beats, then picks up like itâs on override. Panic settles in quickly, your mind reeling. âHe⊠What⊠Jonghoââ
âHey,â he grabs you by the shoulders, shifting until his face is the only thing you can see. âItâll be okay. Weâre gonna get him out of this, one way or another. We donât have numbers, but weâre quick, smart, and Hongjoong-hyung is the best strategist Iâve ever seen. He was a Vanguard Elite and escaped the Nexus silently. If anyone can make sure Wooyoung gets out of this in one piece, itâs him. Itâll be okay.â
You nod, breathing deeply to calm the anxious current running in your veins. âYeah⊠Yeah, okay. Itâll be fine.â
âIâll come find you the second I know anything, I promise.â
Swallowing thickly, you nod again, and pull him into your arms. Youâre relieved and stunned when, instead of protesting, he wraps strong arms around you, squeezing just enough to ground you back into your body. âCome back soon,â you mutter.
âAs soon as I can.â
You pace while heâs gone, a bundle of nervous energy. Itâs well past dinner time and youâve busied yourself with as much care as you can mange for your mother, yet Luxe still hasnât come home from work and Jongho hasnât returned with any news. Youâre beside yourself with worry, resolving to dismiss Luxeâs demand entirely and go searching for Wooyoung yourself, when a familiar tapping on your window knocks you from your thoughts.
Scrambling to open it, you immediately step back to let Jongho in, eyes searching his face as though the answers are written on it. He looks almost the same as when you saw him earlier and for a moment, your heart soars with hope. Then, in an instant, you watch fatigue hit him as he turns off his pewter, bracing himself on your desk against the wave. Quickly, you pull out the chair and guide him into it. He gives you a grateful look as he takes a few deep breaths.
âThey brought out quite the cavalry to arrest Wooyoung,â he manages, âbut we got him out of there. Last I saw, he was headed for the Outer Sector, away from here. Hongjoong probably went after him once he got out of his melee with Nightingale.â
âGeneral Nightingale was there?â You canât keep the panic from your voice.
He nods, then stares at the ceiling for a long moment. âLuxe too.â
Your heart drops into your stomach. âHe has no chance. Theyâll catch him. Jonghoââ
âWooyoung is quick and smart. There was a patrol nearby when the bar exploded, and he managed to evade them.â
âBut with Luxe and the General and if there were as many people as you sayââ
He reaches up, hand settling over your own where you're digging your nails into the back of the chair. âWe gave him a pretty good headstart, Y/N. Piki dropped a few sprays of cogs as a deterrent while we scattered, and Iâm sure theyâll be more focused on Hongjoong after he went straight for Nightingale.â
You take a deep breath, nodding. âYeah, okay.â
âThey might send out search parties, but as long as Hongjoong finds him first, heâll be alright.â
Another nod. âYou probably shouldnât stay for long. Our relationship is pretty public, so Luxe will probably be home soon to see if heâs come here.â
Jongho sighs, then pushes himself up reluctantly. As though summoned, you here the front door swing open to signal your siblingâs arrival. The pair of you exchange worried glances.
âGo,â you whisper, nodding to the window. âIâll come by later to see if there are any updates.â
Thereâs no time for him to protest as the stairs creak and you practically shove the pewterarm out onto the roof, quietly shutting the window behind him. You grab the book by your bed and settle into your desk chair just in time for the knock on your door.
âBug?â
âCome in,â you call, heart racing.
Luxe looks far more disheveled than Jongho did as they step into your space, and you rise to your feet quickly with concern. If things got that intense⊠You shake the thought away.
âWhat happened to you?â
âWooyoung was supposed to be arrested tonight.â
You blink at them, silent, hoping the look on your face reads as shock. âWhat?â
âThere was an attack in the Outer Sector today, and he was seen fleeing the scene. Between the incident today and his historical anti-Symposium narrative, we have good reason to believe that he is involved in stoking the fires of the civil war. He escaped with the help of three masked individuals, two of which weâve confirmed to be Allomancers, and Kim Hongjoong.â Their gaze hardens as they speak, making certain you hear every syllable of the Captainâs name. âYou wouldnât happen to know anything about any of this or know where your boyfriend has run off to, would you?â
They spit the word out like a curse and it lands like a dagger in your chest. Gaze dropping to the floor, you shake your head. âI donât know where he is. We had breakfast this morning, but he said he had to location scout afterward. I havenât heard from him since.â Youâre surprised by how quickly Wooyoungâs typical excuse rolls off of your tongue.
Luxe raises an eyebrow. You know you only answered one of their questions, but youâre not sure you can lie to them. When you remain silent, staring at the floor, they heave a sigh. âAnd you wouldnât happen to know anything about Kim Hongjoong and a group of well-trained vigilante Allomancers?â
âNo,â you say simply, shaking your head once again.
The deep, steadying breath they take tells you theyâre not convinced. âY/N, I know this is difficult, and Iâm sorry. But the safety of the entire Sector is on the line.â Silence stretches for what feels like an eternity, until finally, they give up. âAlright. If you do find anything out or hear from him, you come to me, understood?â
âOkay,â you mutter.
âIâm sorry it came to this, Bug. I love you.â
âMe too,â you reply, wiping at tears you hadnât realized began to fall as the door quietly shuts behind them.
YEAR: 1023
Itâs more difficult to sneak in and out of the Ring after that, but with some help from the New Paradigm and a few nights spent studying their maps of the guard patrols, you become just about as good at it as they are. Luxe works longer hours, and on nights where the Outer Sector is near upheaval and drawing them away, Wooyoung comes to you. Itâs different than it was, no parties or lunch dates or lavish presents, but you stick by his side and the necklace he gifted you when you got dragged into all of this stays around your throat. You spend your days with Yeosang, ignoring pitying glances and whispers. They fade with time, your proximity to the teacher aids in it, the gossip shifting to the nature of your relationship instead. Even Luxe has picked up on them, asking you at a rare dinner together about it.
You take a deep breath, memories flashing of conversations past, you and Wooyoung realizing together how deep your feelings for him ran. Wooyoung has no way of seeing him now, though much of his anger has faded.
âI canât,â you tell them. They look confused for a moment, then glance to your pendant and sigh.
âI understand.â
After that first night, theyâve asked no more questions. Whether they trust you to keep them informed or would simply prefer plausible deniability, youâre not sure. Things settle into a new type of normal. Though you catch yourself occasionally longing for simpler times, Wooyoung seems happier without the obligations of Inner Sector life and constantly surrounded by his friends. Itâs nice enough, for a while.
Youâre curled up on the couch with a book when Luxe comes home, a storm cloud above their head. They toss a stack of papers in front of you silently and you jolt a little, marking your page. It stretches, heavy, as they hang their uniform coat neatly and you shuffle through the stack. Wanted posters; eight of them. You spread them out on the coffee table, dread settling in your stomach. Thereâs only one face you donât recognize.
âThis has to stop.â Your siblingâs back is to you, their posture rigid where theyâve paused at the base of the stairs. They sound weary, pained, and thereâs a shakiness to their voice that you donât think youâve ever heard before. âWhatever it is, whatever youâve gotten yourself wrapped up in, it ends now.â They flash you a sharp, steely glare. âMake it happen.â
The Watch Master leaves without another word. For the first time, perhaps in your life, you feel completely and utterly alone.
SOURCES: All references in this work and future installments of Through the Darkness to Allomancy are credit to Brandon Sanderson and the Cosmere. His brilliant mind gave birth to this magic system. I have taken liberties with it to suit our universe (and with a large amount of curiosity on the specifics of metals affecting their users). Development of this series happened with mostly the original Mistborn trilogy in mind, while only eras 1 and 2 were published and before my own reading of Wax and Wayne. For more information, please look here, here and here. Be wary of spoilers. If you like Allomancy, please read Mistborn and get in my DMs. Please.
STORY SUMMARY: After Hongjoong's disappearance and Seonghwa's death, your best friend has become a different person. Wooyoung's usually vibrant personality is shrouded, though the storm surrounding him seems to disappear as quickly as it manifested. You don't question it much⊠Until you have to.
RATING: mature, MDNI
GENRE: angst, smut, not enough fluff to make up for it
PAIRING: wooyoung x reader, attempted yeosang x reader & woosang
AU/TROPE: nonidol au, dystopian au, steampunk au, mistborn au kind of
WORD COUNT: 14.8k
WARNINGS: alcohol usage, smut, discussions of polyamory, yn thinks wy is cheating for a second, general vigilante things, politics
A/N: aaaaand she's done! after two years of work, this beauty finally gets to see the light of day. i'm very happy with how it's turned out, though i swear rereading it to edit was torture. tune in over on @cybrsan for the next installment!Â
LINKS: masterlist | join my taglist
BANNER CREDIT: @kwanisms
smut warnings under the cut.
pt. 1 | read on ao3
smut warnings: your honor they're in love and it's gross, so much praise, wooyoung will not shut up, first times, virgin!reader, experienced!wooyoung, oral (fem receiving), riding, unprotected sex (don't)
YEAR: 1020
Wooyoung canât sleep. Itâs becoming a more common occurrence lately, his mind spinning in circles and more restless than itâs ever been, but tonight he feels watched. The unseen gaze feels familiar somehow as he roams the streets just outside the Inner Ring. Things are more open here and with the guard towers every two blocks, he should feel safe. Each time he burns his zinc, he can only feel the increasingly familiar boredom of the guards. Thereâs no one there, he tells himself.
Still, he canât shake the feeling. He runs out of zinc before he can figure out a way to lure the watcher out or calm himself, and he curses quietly. He should have brought something to replenish his reserves so he didnât leave himself exposed like this. Breathing a frustrated sigh, he turns away from the Inner Ring, deciding home is safer than outside.
Heâs halfway back when the presence makes itself known, a shrouded figure stepping out of the shadows in a way that puts all his senses on high alert. âI need to speak with you,â the figure says, their voice distantly familiar.
âYouâre the one watching me,â Wooyoung mutters, taking a step back. Heâs still close enough, he can run to grab the guardsâ
âI did always like to keep an eye on my favorite dongsaeng. Youâre free entertainment.â Wooyoung stops. The figure looks up, pulling their hood back just enough to reveal familiar features that remind him of an elf in an old world storybook, even hardened as they are.
He breathes a little chuckle. âAnd we have much to discuss.â
âAbout what? Where would we even start? What happened, where have you been, whyââ
âWooyoung. Youâre right,â the blond says. âAbout a lot of things. But we canât have this conversation here.â His eyes dart nervously around them before he jerks his head back toward the Outer Ring. âCome on.â
With one final glance around, Wooyoung follows, a wild grin plastered on his face.
When the darkness that seems to have been consuming Wooyoung lifts, you and Yeosang are equally bewildered. It happens overnightâitâs like the shadow that followed him around after Hongjoongâs disappearance never existed. In private, you question it, but both decide to leave it be. Wooyoungâs moods have always been intense, and you know that use of his Allomancy only amplifies that. Better to let it lie, you think; appreciate the return of your best friend and not question it.
Luxe remains wary of him, though, frequently questioning you about why you were seen with him and whether heâs still in his âspiral.â You assure them heâs not, though you canât quite be sureâyouâve interrupted quickly cut off conversations between him and Yeosang recently about some little passion project theyâve apparently picked up. Yeosang always looks a little more reserved and thoughtful, though Wooyoung seems to remain the same amount of excitable every time you see him. Heâll meet you with bright grins that make your heart flutter, and from time to time, it almost feels like youâre kids again. Wooyoung doesnât spout anymore strange theories once he picks up his pet project and finally, on a night youâre sure Luxe will be out until morning with the Watch, you invite them back to your house for the first time in what feels like years. They slip in through the back door, and you feel like teenagers as you make your way upstairs. Itâs a weekend, so theyâve come stocked with snacks and booze to while the night away, and it only amplifies the feeling. It feels like a sleepover.
Youâre sandwiched between the boys, leaning on Yeosangâs shoulder while Wooyoungâs head is pillowed in your lap. Wooyoung is grinning up at you, and you can feel Yeosangâs shoulders shaking with laughter. You canât remember exactly what was so funny, but your cheeks hurt from smiling, and you pinch Wooyoungâs side playfully. He yelps, grabbing your hand, still grinning.
âYou swear youâre not Rioting us?â
Wooyoung laughs a little, rolling his eyes. âI ran out of zinc hours ago, and I didnât bring anything to replace it. I donât need to Riot you two! Weâve always been like this.â
You all fall into another fit of giggles, though Yeosang shrugs you off a moment later to use the bathroom. You and Wooyoung calm a little, and after a moment, you can feel your cheeks heating as you realize that your fingers are still tangled with his. His eyes are hazy and his cheeks are flushedâheâs blinking up at you lazily, something fond dancing in his eyes that makes butterflies take flight in your stomach.
âY/N,â he says, soft and warm. âI think I might be in love with you.â
Whatever reaction you give him pulls another giggle from him that makes your heart flutter. Heâs still beaming up at you, and you think you could stay like this forever and be the happiest person on the planet.
âYouâre drunk, Woo.â
âAnd in love.â
âWooyoungââ
âNo, listen, Iâm serious,â he insists, sitting up and meeting your eyes with an intensity that startles you. âIâd say this sober too, I⊠I really think Iâm in love with you. Have been for years. But⊠Iâm so afraid of ruining things between us that I havenât said anything. You and Yeosang are my best friends and if I lost one of you I⊠I donât know what Iâd do, honestly. So I've been terrified to say anything, butâŠâ He looks at your joined hands and takes a deep breath. âWould you do me the honor of taking you on a date some time?â
Heâs staring at you with an intensity that makes you feel like youâre going to melt into a puddle, gaze open and honest in a way you havenât seen since you were children. Cheeks and ears on fire, you nod.
âYes. I'd like that.â
He gives a little cheer as Yeosang returns, earning a raised eyebrow from your friend. âY/N-ie is letting me take her on a date.â
Something flickers behind Yeosangâs eyes. You can't quite place it in your addled state, but it's gone as quickly as it appeared. âGross. Now I have to third wheel.â
âIâll give you kisses too if you want.â
Yeosang makes a face and holds out a hand as Wooyoung leans across you, lips puckered. One good shove sends the red-head sprawling out in a fit of giggles. It's infectious once again.
Before you know it, the first rays of light are peeking over the horizon, and you can see what looks like the squad Luxe usually leads cross back into the Inner Sector. Wooyoung and Yeosang are both dozing a little beside you, but they're easy enough to wake with a little nudge.
âTime to go.â
Wooyoung pouts but doesnât protest, and you follow them downstairs, seeing them both off out the back door with hugs. Perfect execution, you think, finally snuggling into bed just as you hear the front door open, followed by the sound of footsteps as Luxe makes their way upstairs.
Thereâs a knock at your bedroom door then, and you pale a little as Luxe cracks it open. âTell your boyfriends that they donât need to hide in our bushes just because Iâm coming home.â
You balk at them for a moment as they shut the door, cheeks ablaze, then call after them, âTheyâre not my boyfriends!â
YEAR: 1021
Your statement doesn't hold true for very long. One date with Wooyoung turns into two and three, until finally you find yourself beginning to attend events on his arm. Heâs just as much of a social butterfly as he was when you first met him, but now, with zinc bolstering his prize-winning smiles and echoing laughter, it feels like itâs been amplified tenfold. Heâs the center of attention at every event he organizes, flitting around between the guests and making sure theyâre satisfied. His touch is subtle, but you can see its effects in almost every interaction. He always asks after what guests are enjoying, and as the Soothers on his team dampen negative emotions, he Pulls on positive ones. You donât think youâve ever heard of anyone walking away from any of them unhappy.
His family welcomes you with open arms, inviting you along to various functions with them as well. You see more of Luxe than you have in years as you attend ceremonies for the Vanguard as a guest of their drill instructor. Kyung-soo seems proud to see you next to his son, frequently pulling your sibling into conversations with a familiarity that shocks you at first. But, you reason, Luxe did go through the Vanguard program like every other Nightingale honoree. It makes General Nightingale a more frequent figure in your life as well, and you can tell she hasnât forgotten Wooyoungâs words from that night so long ago. Her glare is piercing and ripe with disapproval every time she sees the pair of you arm-in-arm. You catch more than one heated, quiet discussion between her and your sibling, glancing over to you, and each time it makes a chill run down your spine.
Wooyoung is in tune with you, though, and every time your fingers tighten around your champagne flute, he sweeps you away for a dance or to mingle.
âDonât mind her,â he mutters one evening as youâre pressed together. âSheâs playing politics.â
You understand what that means now better than you did on the night of your first Symposium party. It makes you frown. âWith Luxe? Why?â
Heâs quiet for a long moment before chuckling softly. You feel it rather than hear it. âI wouldnât want to say anything that would get me in trouble, jagiya.â
Itâs bliss. Six months of joy, of Wooyoung visiting you at work, of attending his parties, pulling you away every chance he gets to press heated, open-mouthed kisses to your throat. Itâs a bit overwhelming, but the part of you that remembers what living in the Outer Sector was like is overjoyed. Your promise to Yeosang stays true too; when the three of you spend time together, itâs almost like nothing has changed. You and Wooyoung have never been able to help but be affectionate with each other and, aside from sharing quick kisses, itâs not that different. You both still sling your arms around Yeosangâs shoulders, end up in piles on the floor, and Yeosang still flinches away when the ever-affectionate Wooyoung chases his cheek for a kiss.
Still, something in Yeosang seems to shift. You swear some days that he looks sad at the sight of your fingers interlocked with Wooyoungâs, even when you grab his hand in the next moment. It never lasts longâyouâll blink and heâll be sniping at Wooyoung with some teasing remark insteadâbut it happens more frequently as the months wear on, and it sticks with you.
You try to bringing it up to Wooyoung, but with each passing day, he seems to grow busier. His mind seems to be elsewhere when youâre together, and those moments alone become less and less frequent. Dates are planned and missed, or shot down entirely.
âIâm sorry, jagi,â he says after the third time. To his credit, he does look pained about it, and you canât feel his touch on your emotions as you melt a little. âI just have a lot going on at the moment. I swear Iâll make it up to you.â
He does try. Wooyoung has always been a gift giver; heâs outfitted you with a whole new wardrobe already thanks to your never-ending event scheduleââI need everyone to see you the way I do. Gold in a world of iron and pewter.â âso he sends you jewelry, little pieces of tech, or old world books instead. Pricey each time, and clearly thought through as deeply as anything else he does, butâŠ
It gets old. If heâs thinking through these gifts so deeply, why canât he be present with you when youâre together? Why can he find time to go to the shops, but not to see you?
Youâve tried dropping in on him the same way that he did to you at the start of your relationship, but his co-workers at the civil offices know as little as you do.
âLast I heard, he was out location scouting. Heâs pushing this a little close to the deadline, isnât he?â
Theyâre right. Wooyoungâs contract says heâs supposed to organize something, no matter how small, every few weeks. Itâs been almost a month, and youâve seen him maybe twice in that time, never for longer than an hour.
You need to talk to him.
Youâre on your way to do exactly that when you find the gift that becomes your breaking point. The necklace heâs gifted you this time is delicate, in line with your preferences. No other Inner Sector lady would wear something so simple, and your heart does a little flip at how perfect it is, how thoughtful he is. The chain is a simple silver one and the pendant is shaped like a teardrop, a thin line of silver securing a set of glowing silver fish scales that catch the light beautifully. You smile a little while you turn it over in your hands, then freeze. A familiar stamp is set into the back of the pendant; a stylized I.K. Hands shaking a little, you pick up the box it was resting in a moment ago, peeling off the wrapping to reveal the same stamp youâd seen so often in your childhood; every time your father came home with something for your mother, every time you ventured to the market by the docks.
Ilya had been such a kind man; heâd let your father lift you onto the counter to see his selections while you picked something new for your mother and helped you and Luxe make your first purchase for her after theyâd saved up for months to buy her something nice, hoping it would ease some of the ache of your fatherâs passing. Youâre happy that the jeweler is still in business, but it begs a different question; what is Wooyoung doing in the Outer Sector?
His aurvox rings through. Expectedly, Yeosangâs doesnât. You only feel a little bad about the way you bite off his greeting.
âWhere is Wooyoung?â
Heâs quiet for a beat. âHe should be at home.â
âBut heâs not, is he?â
Another pause. âHave you checked?â
Yeosang is a terrible liar.
âOnly every day for the past three cursed weeks. And now, Iâm holding onto his latest gift and Iâd like to know what exactly heâs doing in the Outer Sector. I know you two have your little secret pet project, so Iâm calling you.â
Silence.
You take a deep, shaky breath. âYeosang. Please. I need to know whatâs going on.â
He sighs. âIâll send him your way.â
âYouâre with him?! Are you fââ
âNo,â he cuts in, and youâre a little surprised at the bite behind it. âIf he was here, Iâd hand the aurvox to him. You deserve an explanation, Y/N. Iâll make sure you get one.â
He sounds so resolute, so determined and a little angry. It feels⊠nice. Validating. âThank you, Sangie.â
âYouâre welcome. Iâm sorry heâs been⊠this way.â
âMe too.â
Wooyoung comes to you an hour later, looking flustered and a little disheveled, in clothes you didnât even know he owned. As long as youâve known him, heâs at least looked the picture perfect vision of an Inner Sector man. Sure, heâll come to your hangouts with Yeosang or casual dates in comfortable clothes, but theyâre still made and mended by Inner Sector artisans. Itâs a far cry from the work boots, dusty cargo pants and worn shirt heâs currently in. Thereâs a cowl settled around his shoulders, and you canât comprehend the sight before you.
He wonât meet your eyes. Your boyfriend looks shamed as he steps into your living room, and youâre so stunned that you let him pass, shutting the door behind him. The necklace is still clutched in your hand. Youâve been staring at it since you opened it, but now you canât take your eyes off of him. He looks like a different person.
âWooyoung,â you manage, thumbing at the fish scale pendant. Did the scales come from Minhoâs stall? âWhatâs going on?â
He runs a hand through his hair, pacing the living room. Blessings, itâs a good thing Luxe isnât here to see this.
You hold up the necklace. âThis is from the Outer Sector.â
He stops, eyes locked onto it, and nods.
âYouâve been in the Outer Sector and havenât told me? Why? How?â
His eyes dart around warily, like heâs expecting something to jump out at him. âNot here.â
âLike Iâm going anywhere with you afterââ
âY/N.â His tone reeks of desperation and he looks a moment away from sprinting out the door forever, but he holds your gaze, insistent and pleading. âNot here. I canât explain here, but I know where I can. Let me show you. Please.â
âOkay.â
The moment youâre out the door again, he morphs. Itâs the only word that describes the drastic shift in Wooyoungâs demeanor, the way he goes from looking like a kicked puppy to the charming event coordinator youâve grown to love. Once or twice, you try to ask him questions, but he cuts you off with sharp glares each time, so you bite your tongue. He walks with the same confidence he holds at events as he leads you toward the center of the Inner Sector, skirting the wall the whole way. Thereâs not much here apart from guards and the wall itself, so itâs not anywhere youâve bothered to explore, but you can see signs of wear as he leads you along. Some of the bricks are crumbling and the little gates that were once meant to ease travel are boarded upânowadays, the only ways in or out of the Ring are the North and South gates. Automatons are patrolling, of course, and as you pass a third one, Wooyoung pulls up his hood and the fabric in front of his face then slows his pace, some of the darkness you saw when he arrived seeping back into his body.
Once the automaton is a fair distance away, he steps up to the wall, pauses, then takes the final few steps toward the dilapidated gate in front of you. With one little pull to a board that you know is supposed to be keeping it shut, the gate swings open.
âCome on.â
You canât help but hesitate, and Wooyoung glances about anxiously.
âY/N, please.â
Despite the appearance he gives offâsomeone that, if you hadnât known him for years, you would avoid with every fiber of your beingâhis voice is desperate and bordering on afraid. You dart through the gate. This is Wooyoung; no matter what conspiracies he spouts, heâs never led you into danger. Heâs protected you as well as he can from the intricacies and evils of life in the Inner Sector, just like Luxe has.
He follows you in the next breath, and you feel yourself relax. Itâs short-lived, though, as his hand finds the small of your back and presses you forward. Itâs reminiscent of the way he guides you through crowds at events, but this time it feels more urgent, and you understand why as you catch a flash of a gold patrol automaton in the corner of your vision. After a few turns toward the coastline and once youâre out of sight of the wall, he sheds his hood and relaxes a little.
âIâm sorry Iâve been dodgy lately,â he says finally. âThereâs⊠been a lot going on.â
âObviously.â
Youâre a little surprised when he chuckles. His pace is lazier now that youâre in the Outer Sector, and you suppose you can understand why. People pass you by without a second thought the same way they always have, bustling about to make their livings before the sun sets and the Sector Watch start to enforce curfew. Itâs strangely comforting.
Wooyoung slows, leaning against the wall of a vacant shop, the signage faded with age. He sighs heavily.
âI donât really know how to explain all of this,â he says, digging the toe of his boot into the dirt. Frustration rolls off of him in waves, intense enough that youâre a little worried heâll Riot the whole block into the same mood. âI didnât want to involve you in the first placeââ
âWhy not?â You snap. âWhatâs so badââ
âDangerous,â he cuts in, finally meeting your eyes with a look that reminds you a little too much of Luxe warning you to keep your distance from this very man. âNot bad. Dangerous.â He takes a deep, unsteady breath.
âYouâre precious. You deserve the world and then someâall of the riches of Jupiter and beyond. And if anything happened to youâŠâ he trails off, shaking his head, then takes in another sharp breath. âI found out that Iâm right a few months before we started seeing each other. The Symposium is keeping so much from us.â You start to cut him off, but he holds up a hand. âIâm not crazy, I swear it. We have proof. But thereâs a reason I havenât told you. Knowing these things, seeing the proof firsthand⊠Itâs stressful. I thought about it every day for week straight the first time I learned of it. And if anyone important finds out you know, thereâs a target on your back. Jagiya,â he takes your hands in his. âThe things Iâm going to show you, the things Iâve already shown you, you canât tell anyone about. Not even Luxe.â
It feels like your chest is going to explode, itâs so tight. Wooyoungâs gaze is locked onto yours, filled with a combination of hesitance, hopefulness and the ever-present determination. All you feel is your own roiling anxiety and confusion, so you know heâs not Rioting you to feel more comfortable; he would never.
Heâs still your Wooyoung.
âPromise me,â he breathes.
âI promise.â
He doesnât grin at your response but he does smile, still looking a little weary and concerned. With a kiss to your forehead, he steps toward the door of the shop, eyes darting about to make sure the alley is clear. âOkay. Come on then.â
The building is barren inside save for the counter, clearly picked through by some combination of the shop owners themselves and Scrappers. Only one door remains closed and it has no knob, so youâre stunned when it swings open in response to the rhythmic pattern Wooyoung taps on the counter. The man behind it eyes you warily but says nothing as Wooyoung leads you down a set of stairs that are more like a ladder.
You'd heard stories of bunkers like this before, built for shelter during the raids of the Outer Sector Rebellion. The walls and ceiling are a thick concrete, made to both block out the use of Allomancy from outside of it and protect against automaton blasts. Out of curiosity, you burn your steel, looking up toward the ceiling to see if you can detect any blue lines that would lead up to the street above. Nothing. It's been converted into some sort of base, it looks like. Maps are tacked on the walls and spread on the tables that fill the vast room, marked with various colors of ink and symbols you can't begin to decipher the meaning of. Shelves that might have once been for food are filled with file folders and journals instead, cluttered and jammed tight to the point of bowing.
Wooyoung shifts anxiously beside you as you take it in, your eyes drifting from the walls to the ceiling to the shelves and finally landing on a familiar face, doe eyes looking up at you warily.
âYou told me you werenât with him,â you huff at Yeosang, frowning.
He barely looks up from the map heâs annotating. âI wasnât. He was out on a supply run.â
âSupply run? What would you need supplies for? Wooyoung, what is this?!â
âThe answer to that depends on how much youâre going to tell that brother of yours.â
You nearly jump out of your skin, whirling around at the sound of a new voice. Behind you, it seems the base continues on, a dimly lit corridor stretching out behind none other than Kim Hongjoong. You hadnât heard anything to give away the Tineyeâs approach, and you force back a shiver. His eyes are sharp and calculated as they take you in then meet yours once more. He looks more rugged than when you last saw him, exhausted in a way Inner Sector life could never bring you and sporting a few more scars.
âShe already said she wouldnât say anything,â Wooyoung huffs.
âThat was before she saw all of this. It's a lot, and it wouldnât be the first time a new face has been overwhelmed by it.â
You sigh, taking it in for a long moment. âAre you killing or hurting anyone?â
Hongjoong raises an eyebrow. âNot if we don't have to. Sometimes violence is necessary to secure supplies or if we cross paths with Technomancers, but I canât think of any run-ins that have been lethal.â He pauses. âTo be honest, I think I did more killing in the Vanguard than I ever will here.â
âAnd why exactly does all of this,â you gesture to the room, âexist in the first place?â
âBecause the Symposium is trying very hard to rip autonomy away from everyone who disagrees with them or doesnât meet their standards. Iâve seen it firsthand and been a part of the problem before. Now, Iâm doing everything I can to make up for that and bring a stop to their insanity.â
You take a deep breath. âSounds like a good enough cause to me. I wonât tell Luxe, but I reserve the right to if things go off the rails.â
Surprisingly, Hongjoong chuckles. âSounds fair to me.â He steps around you and your boyfriend, then gestures grandly to the commandeered bunker behind him. âWelcome to the New Paradigm. Weâre a group of Allomancers looking to bring down the Symposium, expose the corruption within it, the Nexus, and the Speakers, and put a stop to what they call Operation Utopia.â
âWhatâs Operation Utopia?â
Hongjoongâs jaw sets and his gaze darkens. For a moment, fear crawls up your spine, fearing youâve asked too much. Then, he breathes out a frustrated sigh. âWe arenât certain. It involves the implantation of a parasite into a subject. I was told it would enhance my Allomancy and general physical prowess when I was volunteered for the project, but I donât believe that for a second. What it actually doesâŠâ He runs a hand over his face. âYour guess is as good as mine.â
âBut it canât be anything good,â Wooyoung adds. âWeâve been tracking patterns of the flu that came out of nowhere years ago, and we think thereâs some sort of connection.â
âI just canât put my finger on what exactly.â Hongjoong huffs another sigh. âIf Iâd stuck around longer, weâd have more answers beyond just General Nightingale and Speaker Parkâs involvement and the bare bones of the procedure.â
âIf youâd stuck around the Nexus any longer, your brain would have been worm food,â Yeosang pipes up, his tone surprisingly venomous. âHappy birthday, hereâs your pet parasite. Have fun!â
All three of you look a little bewildered at the outburst. Yeosang shrugs, just as the door on the floor above creaks open again. Two figures drop down from the ladder in similar clothing to Wooyoung, pulling gloves from their hands.
âGood haul today; all hands on deck!â The taller one calls, his voice booming through the room and echoing into the halls. Within them, you begin to hear movement as people respond to the call, filtering into the main room and up the ladder. âYou especially, Jung. You canât fuck off mid-run just to come back to base and expect no consequences.â
There's something familiar about the way the man speaks and holds himself, though you can't quite put your finger on what. His voice alone makes you think heâs probably a dockworker, carrying so easily and laced with an Outer Sector drawl that reminds you of the smell of saltwater and fish.
âI didnât just⊠fuck off back here; I have a girlfriend to reassure,â Wooyoung huffs, pressing a kiss to your head before stepping away to help.
âWhat poor girl would ever let youââ
It feels like time slows as the shorter newcomer meets your gaze and you find yourself starting into familiar, wide brown eyes that haven't changed a bit since the day you met Jongho. He pulls his hood and cowl down, then smacks the man beside him, who yelps with the force of it.
âDonât hit me while youâre still burningââ
âMingi. Shut the fuck up.â He follows his brotherâs gaze as the younger takes a step toward you. His hood and cowl get the same treatment Jonghoâs did and you feel your heart soar. Wooyoung, halfway to the ladder, has stopped in his tracks, gaze narrowed.
âY/N,â Jongho breathes, looking and sounding as awe-struck as you feel.
âIs that really you?â
You nod, laughing a little at the absurdity of the situation and the joy rising in your chest. Breaking into matching grins, the pair rush you, Jongho scooping you up with surprising strength and Mingi swaying with you as he presses you up against his chest.
âHoly shit!â
âItâs been like ten years!â
âI thought Iâd never see you guys again, what in Jupiterâs nameââ
âI take it you three know each other,â Wooyoung hums, the tension in his body disappearing.
You step back from Mingi with a nod, grinning and wiping away tears of joy. âWe were friends before I moved. Or, as close as we could get with the pace of life here. Obviously, we werenât allowed to leave the Ring as kids, and I was finally about to have time to come visit when the travel restrictions went outâŠâ You laugh, stunned, and turn back to the brothers. âI thought I was never going to see you guys again!â
âSame here, honestly,â Jongho agrees, still beaming. Then he pauses. âWait, if youâre here, does that mean youâre joining us?â
You hesitate for a moment, then shake your head. âI donât think so. Luxe is still Watch Master and I wouldnât want to put them at risk by playing vigilante. Working in the Nexus, too, means I should keep a low profile. Besides, Iâm not really used to life out here anymore. I might be around, since I do enjoy spending time with my boyfriend and friends, but I donât think Iâd be much help to the cause.â
He frowns a little but nods in understanding as Mingi pouts.
âWe have so much to catch up on.â
Hongjoong, arms laden with packages that had been dropped to the floor of the bunker, clears his throat. âYouâll have all the catch up time you want after we unload. Come on, before the patrols hit.â
Itâs a joyous night once they finish. You all sit down in the common areaâHongjoong included at the boysâ insistenceâand swap stories. Mingi still hasnât heard from their older brother in years, which sends a little pang of hurt on his behalf through you. You fill them in on life in the Inner Sector; how you met Wooyoung and Yeosang and how well taken care of you are now. Wooyoung pulls you close, looking impossibly fond. Jongho fakes a gag, telling you that you need to raise your standards. Even Yeosang and Hongjoong laugh at the stories you reminisce over and how worried you were about Wooyoung, that his gift from the Outer Sector is what tipped you off.
âSomething from Ilyaâs shop or Soo-ahâs. Those were always Dad's go-to gifts,â you hum, turning the necklace over in your hand. âHow is Yunho?â
Jongho and Mingi share a look and the mood dims. âWe donât see much of him these days. Heâs a Technomancer, and he⊠Heâs part of a group thatâs like the New Paradigm, but for Technomancers. We're kind of rivals.â
It takes a moment for you to process the words. Youâve spent so many years in the Inner Sector, watching Adepts work side by side regardless of their Affinity, that the stark divide in the Outer Sector feels alien. You remember now, though. Being the daughter of a rising Allomancer had brought scorn from both those who resented your father for his work on the watch and those who held contempt for Allomancers for one reason or another. The set of Jonghoâs jaw now and the way he wonât meet your eyes, his leg bouncing furiously, only deepens the pit in your stomach as memories flood back. Your father turning you away from a man with a strange look in his eye and a device around his wrist, tech crushed to scrap with braced Pushes, whispered words from a young Mingi as he explained why Jongho stared at that cute little puppy automaton like it was going to bite him.
You shiver, arms wrapping around yourself. âIâd forgotten how bad it was. Iâm sorry. ThatâsâŠâ You shake your head, at a loss. The boys had been inseparable, once upon a time.
âIt is what it is,â Jongho huffs. âHe made his choice, we made ours.â
Mingi squirms a little, and you swear he and Yeosang share a look, but itâs gone before you can be sure.
Something heavy settles over the room, but before you can find a way to break it, your aurvox pings. You frown and pull it from its place at your waist, eyes widening at the time and the message from your sibling. You curse under your breath and smack Wooyoung on the shoulder.
âWeâre about to be late for your brotherâs banquet!â
He huffs a sigh and pouts a little as he looks up at you. âWe could skip it.â
âBecause the Watch Master wondering where we are is any better? Iâm going. And if you leave me to bat Junghwa off of Luxe all night alone, Iâll never forgive you.â
To that, he concedes. Wooyoung sighs and stands. âAlright. Iâll see you guys later. I have appearances to keep up.â He squeezes Hongjoongâs shoulder on the way out and, as your eyes follow the movement, you canât help but notice how the manâs demeanor has darkened. He gives Wooyoung some sort of half-smile.
âY/N, come visit soon, please,â Mingi calls as both he and Jongho stand to give you hugs.
âI will,â you assure, âas long as thatâs okayâŠâ
The three of you turn to Hongjoong. With a nudge from Wooyoung, he seems to snap out of whatever stupor heâd been in. It takes him a moment to process your words, but he smiles more genuinely and nods.
âOf course. The rules still apply, butâŠâ His eyes scan the gathered group. âWhen my most trusted allies and, dare I say, friends, are this excited to see youâŠâ The soft smile turns into a crooked sort of grin, his eyes shining with something like satisfaction. âYouâre welcome here any time, Y/N. Just donât rat us out unless we start going haywire.â
Thereâs something a little dangerous in the way he holds himself, but thereâs a sincerity in his eyes that has memories flooding back to you, disjointed as they are. You hadnât been paying much attention at the graduation ceremony all those years ago, but you recall the look he got when he called out one name during his acceptance speech, and the one heâs giving the boys now isnât all that different. This is a man who doesnâtâcanâtâtrust easily, and heâs extending that to you.
It warms something in you and you nod. âYour secretâs safe with me.â
You ruffle Yeosangâs hair affectionately as you say another round of goodbyes, then practically drag Wooyoung out of the base and back the way you came, skirting patrols and darting through the little side gate much quicker this time at his urging. He parts from you with a quick kiss and you both rush home to ready yourselves for the event. You make yourself presentable in record speed and join your sibling downstairs, the pendant resting just below your collarbones. It feels good, carrying a piece of the Outer Sector into something like this, doubly so after seeing your friends for the first time in years. Youâre still floating from the encounter a little, so you miss the narrowed look your sibling gives the jewelry as you step out of the house.
âPretty necklace,â they hum, the picture of nonchalance. âYouâre not breaking your travel restrictions, are you?â
Your blood chills. Luxe is smart, terrifyingly so sometimesâitâs part of what makes them so good at their jobâand in all your years, youâve never had a reason to lie to them directly. They had never asked you to stop seeing Wooyoung entirely, just to be careful. You were the one who figured it would be better to stay away from your house.
Theyâll see straight through it if you tell them no, youâre certain.
Instead, you dodge, just like you always have. Smiling faintly, you toy with the pendant. âWoo got it for me. If Iâm remembering right, itâs from Kuzmin Jewelry. I think I recognize Ilyaâs little stamp.â
Luxe hums fondly and nods, but you can tell thereâs more on their mind. Sure enough, âWhatâs he doing so far outside of the Ring?â
You shrug. âHeâs always looking for new things for me.â
They donât seem quite satisfied with the answer but, thankfully, press no further.
Expectedly, Wooyoung is waiting for you as you approach the Nexus. He beams when he sees you in a way that makes your heart skip several beats, extending a hand to pull you to him as your sibling continues inside.
Just like he does every time, Wooyoung draws his eyes over your form and you feel your cheeks heat. His gaze lingers on the pendant and his grin turns a little self-satisfied as he meets your eyes again, pulling your hands to his lips to press kisses to your knuckles. âYou, my dear, are an absolute masterwork.â
You giggle, leaning in to press a kiss to the little scar under his blue eye. Every time, he does this. Every time, it flusters you out of a response. âYouâre not so bad yourself.â
Heâs back to being the picture perfect Inner Sector socialite, his fitted black suit a stark contrast to the baggy, worn clothes heâd sported a little over an hour ago. He nods to the doors beside you. âShall we?â
The unveiling banquet isnât as dull as you expected it to beâyou find yourself sandwiched between Wooyoung and Yeonjun, of all people, who apparently played a large part in making sure the buildingâs tech was top of the line. Wooyoung lets out a whoop when Jiwoo acknowledges the work in his presentation, and you bite back laughter at the contrast of the pink on Yeonjunâs cheeks and the scathing glare he fixes your boyfriend with as he sits back down. Conversation flows easily between you, your sibling, Yeonjun, and Wooyoungâs family, and the two childhood friends keep you entertained. Itâs easy, casual in comparison to many of the functions you attend. Wooyoung isnât flitting about to keep everyone happy, and thereâs no General Nightingale breathing down your neck, though youâre sure she received an invitation out of social obligation. Itâs nice, having a bit normalcy and relative peace to outweigh the sheer chaos of the rest of the day.
Yeonjun has been dragged into a conversation about the buildingâsome addition to the complex that surrounds the Nexus, though you werenât paying enough attention to Jiwoo to say exactly whatâa few tables down, Wooyoungâs parents and younger brother are chatting with old family friends, and Luxe has just stepped away to take a work call when you feel Wooyoungâs hand slip up your shoulder to rest at the nape of your neck. You turn to him, a question in your eyes, to find him beaming at you with a warmth and openness you donât think youâve ever seen before. Your boyfriend has always, you thought, been an open book to you. Looking at him now, though, the relaxed set of his shoulders and the hint of relief in his gaze, you can tell that keeping his life in the Outer Sector from you has been weighing on him.
His hand traces the chain of your necklace, following it down until he can run his thumb over the pendant itself. âI knew it would look good on you,â he muses, meeting your eyes again. âThank you for trusting me, jagiya.â
âOf course,â you reply, catching his hand and bringing it up to press a kiss to his palm. âThank you for trusting me, too. It canât have been easy, knowing whatâs at risk.â
âIt was the least I could do. I couldnât have you thinking I was cheating on you. And it was too much to explain in a message.â
âI probably wouldnât have believed you anyway.â
âI donât think I would have either in your position,â he chuckles. âStill, Iâm sorry for being so scarce these past few weeks.â Itâs his turn to press a kiss to your hand. âLet me make it up to you.â
âYou donât need to,â you assure.
âBut I want to. Badly. The fact that you had to call Yeosang just to get ahold of me⊠I feel awful,â he explains. You feel a little pang in your chest. âIt should have never gotten to that point. I want to spoil you and make you feel loved and treasured, not make you question me and your sanity.â You can feel heat rising to your cheeks as his gaze darkens a little. âCome home with me tonight. Let me show you.â
Heat flushes your whole body as you nod, taking a sip of your wine to steady yourself. The grin he gives you is sharp and wolfish as his hand drops to your thigh, squeezing it lightly. You shoot a message to Luxeâthe thought of facing them with the statement that youâre going home with Wooyoung for the night is too much for you to bear, you think. Theyâre across the room, cornered by Junghwa and unfortunately, rather than missing the blink of their aurvox, they use it as an excuse to extract themself from the situation.
You groan as you watch them read it, flash you a look, and make their way over. Wooyoung raises an eyebrow. âI was⊠hoping for a clean exit,â you mutter, pulling a laugh from your boyfriend.
âThen we should have left before you said something.â He hums, amused, standing and offering a hand to help you up. Heâs acting nonchalant, ignoring the way your sibling approaches, but you can see tension in his shoulders.
âIâm right here, you know,â Luxe hums. One hand is tucked in the pocket of their slacks, the other cupping their glass of wine. They look relaxed at first glance but their gaze is sharp, darting between your hand in Wooyoungâs and both of your faces. âYou could have at least faced me if youâre going to let your boyfriend sweep you away.â
You groan, turning into Wooyoung to bury your face in his chest. He wraps an arm around your shoulders, hugging you tight against him. âIâll take good care of her, I promise.â
âYou had better,â Luxe warns, then sighs. You hazard a peek from where youâre hiding, and they have the bridge of their nose pinched between their fingers. âJust⊠be safe, alright?â They manage, giving you a stern look before turning to Wooyoung with a narrowed gaze. âI donât want to see any evidence of whatever happens tonight when she comes home tomorrow, understood? And if I find out youâve done anything to hurt herâŠâ The corners of their mouth turn up, but you certainly wouldnât call that look a smile.
The words hang. A flash of silver catches your eye from where Wooyoung still holds you, and you both startle as one of his rings is tugged off of his finger. It slips onto Luxeâs outstretched index with a soft tink of silver against their glass, which they raise to their lips. You and Wooyoung both gape a littleâa less talented Allomancer wouldn't have been capable of keeping the glass intact, much less catching the ring on a single, still finger. He squeezes your shoulder, a silent reassurance that heâs just as bewildered.
Removing the ring almost immediately, Luxe hands it back to your stunned boyfriend, a self-satisfied look on their face. âHave fun, you two. Be safe,â they hum, turning to rejoin the still-mingling banquet guests.
âYour sibling is terrifying.â
âI didnât even know they could do that.â
The little power move is forgotten quickly as you step out into the night, the reality of what youâre doing settling over your shoulders along with Wooyoungâs blazer. You smile up at him, excited and a little nervous, and he tugs you in for a kiss. It's quick, but it still takes your breath away. He has one arm still wrapped around your waist as his hand skates up your body, fingers dancing over the pendant before he cups your jaw. âI love you so much, Y/N. I havenât said it enough lately.â
You grin, pressing your forehead to his own. âI love you too, Woo.â
âThank you for trusting me.â
Itâs all he can say now as his hand drops back down, tracing his gift again. If you open your eyes, you know youâll see the guards at the Nexus gate, most likely Tineyes, burning enough to hear everything between themselves and the door. But for now, bathed in the soft glow of aether imbued in the Nexus walls, you feel like it's only the two of you left on the planet. For a moment, you bask. It feels good to have him in your arms, to know the truth.
You smile a little wistfully as you break the reverie, leaning back and pressing a hand against his chest. âTake me home.â
He squeezes your waist, presses his lips to your forehead, and obliges with a sly grin.
His hands only wander a little as you make the silent, short walk to his home. Thereâs so much to discuss, but each time you reach for a new topic, you discard it, reminding yourself how well-monitored the Symposium and Inner Sector around it are. The glances you get from Wooyoung tell you heâs thinking along the same lines, and you settle for enjoying one anotherâs company.
He pushes open the front door with a sweeping gesture and a bow, pulling a giggle from your lips that has him grinning.
âWhereâs this perfect gentleman every other day?â You tease as he offers you his arm, steadying you while you step out of your heels.
âI have no idea what you mean. Iâm always a perfect gentleman,â he fires back, tone a little extra haughty.
Neither of you can keep it together, collapsing into each other in a fit of giggles. He holds you close, both arms around your waist as you drape yours over his shoulders. Carding one hand into his hair, you lean back just enough to pull him in and connect your lips. He hums into it as you deepen it, grip loosening on you ever so slightly as one hand drifts lower, settling at your hip.
âWe donât have to do anything youâre not ready for,â he mutters as you finally part for air, foreheads pressed together. His fingers are twitching with the urge to wander further and, though heâs giving you an out, you can feel how reluctant he is at even the though of letting you go now that he has you back in his arms. âThis is about you, us, and making up for lost time. Weââ
You tug him down again with a fist in his hair, delighting in the little gasp he lets out against your lips at the fierceness of your kiss. His grip on you tightens, one hand wandering back to knead at your ass.
âItâs you asking, Woo. Of course Iâm ready.â You feel his grin. âAnd you have a lot of apologizing to do for ignoring me for so long.â
With no more warning than a quick intake of breath, he scoops you up in his arms, carefully tucking your skirts under you. You squeak in surprise and giggle, kicking your feet lightly.
âIndeed I do.â His eyes are filled with joy and warmth as he carries you up to his room, gently shutting the door before settling you back on your feet.
You expect him to drag you against him immediately, to seek out your lips the same way he does when he drags you away from prying eyes and kisses you breathless. Instead, he slides his hands down your arms and takes one hand in his, stepping back to let his gaze rake over your form. You feel your cheeks heat once more.
âI canât believe I almost lost an absolute treasure like you. I donât think cogbrain even begins to cover it.â
âWooââ
âIâm serious, Y/N,â he says, turning to drag you in front of the full-length mirror hanging from the back of his door. âLook at you. A creation beyond comprehension.â
His chin rests on your shoulder, his hands roaming over the embroidery on your dress as he studies your reflections. Gently, he turns to press an open-mouthed kiss to your neck. âNothing and no one will ever compare, and I canât believe I nearly let you slip away to go play rebel. Will you ever forgive me?â
He meets your gaze in the glass, a little pout on his lips that makes you a bit weak in the knees. You look good together, you think as his fingers run up the buttons along your spine.
âI could be convinced to.â
One hand shoots upward, gripping your chin and turning your head to capture your lips again. Your breath catches as, at the same moment, his fingers begin to unfasten the buttons of your dress.
âIâve been told I can be very persuasive.â
You turn as he guides you, letting him push the sleeves down and help you step out of your skirts. His gaze turns hungry as youâre left in just your undergarments, a flush heating your skin. You feel exposed, unbalanced while he remains clothed, but canât find it in you to feel uncomfortable.
âYouâre not Rioting me out of discomfort, are you?â You mutter as your fingers work at the buttons of his shirt.
He shakes his head, guiding you back to sit on the bed. Pulling your hands into one of his own as the other deftly finishes what you started, he presses a kiss to your knuckles. âI flared everything I had in reserve when we left the Nexus. I may Riot freely in many situations, but never one like this. I promise.â
You nod, pulling him down for a kiss as his shirt joins your dress on the floor. Itâs slow and deep, and you can feel him groan against your lips as he meets you, hands coming to rest on either side of your hips. His self-control is admirable, you think with a little smileâyou can feel the tension in his arms as you run your hands up over them, and when you pull back, his gaze is dark and dangerous in a way that thrills you.
âYou⊠Everything you do makes me short-circuit, I swear.â Heat flashes through you and you squirm a little as it pools in your gut. Wooyoung grins a little wickedly as his hands slip up your sides, working to bare you to him entirely.
âMy masterwork,â he mutters, kissing down your neck. âThe shining gem sent just for me.â
Youâve overheard much in your time at the Nexusâwomen complaining that their husbands wouldnât stop chattering, that it took their pleasure from them. His words only spur yours on, making warmth prickle under your skin.
âGilded steel.â He presses a kiss to your collarbone, just beside the pendant, thumbs teasing the underside of your breasts and sending a shiver down your spine. âExquisite and so, so strong.â
A quiet whimper leaves you and his breath catches. He guides you down against the plush mattress as his lips trail back up your throat, bracing himself above you with one hand while the other kneads at your chest properly. Heâs gentle with it, exploratory and testing, fingers flicking quickly across your hardening nipplesâand oh, isnât that something. You twitch beneath him and he parts from you, studying the way you arch and whine, eyes going hazy with pleasure when he does it again.
âJupiter,â he breathes, more urgent this time as his lips wander lower. It feels like heâs unraveling as he works his way down to your chest, teeth scraping at your collarbone, until he can finally press kisses to the tender flesh heâs been toying with. The sigh you let out isnât enough; he closes his lips around your nipple, eyes fluttering shut in satisfaction as he lets out a hum to match your own.
Your hands tangle into his hair like itâs second nature, holding him there as his tongue flicks over your skin as you jolt with each burst of pleasure. He laves attention on one, then the other, until finally pulling away, swallowing your whine of protest at the loss.
âI know, baby, Iâm sorry,â he breathes, letting you drag him back into a kiss while his hands fumble with his pants. You shiver at the loss of his body heat as he stands to shove them off, letting your eyes drag over his form.
Jupiter above, heâs beautiful.
You donât realize youâve spoken the words aloud until heâs on you again, devouring your lips.
âYouâŠâ he shakes his head, lowering himself between your legs. âA treasure like you would know firsthand.â
His teeth sink into your thigh briefly and you gasp. Itâs the reaction heâs hoping for, if the way he grins is any indication. His lips trail up the soft, sensitive skin until theyâre hovering over your core. You whine, embarrassed, trying to close your legs only for him to press them further open. He blinks up at you.
âWhatâs the matter, jagiya?â
âYou donât⊠have to,â you manage.
He raises an eyebrow, smirking up at you. âIf youâre worried about my enjoyment, you shouldnât be. I have a lot of apologizing to do, remember?â He presses a kiss to your core and you jolt at the sensation, pleasure reviewing through you. âConsider this step one.â
Heâs gentle as he begins to taste you, tongue exploring as though heâs trying to map every inch. With his eyes closed, heâs a vision of blissful peace, content to keep his eyes shut and bask in your taste for as long as youâll let him. The sight alone punches the air out of you, and you tangle a hand into his hair, eyes slipping shut. He groans quietly against you and you feel his hips twitch against the mattress. When you pull your eyes open and back to him, heâs staring up at you with a sirenâs gaze. He doubles his efforts as you twitch at the sight, ripping a heady moan from your chest.
âWooyoungâŠâ He raises an eyebrow and you can feel his smirk against you. For a moment, you wish you could wipe it from his face, but the thought is quickly gone as his lips seal around your clit, his tongue delving past your entrance in the next moment.
Another cry is torn from you and you tug urgently at his hair, receiving a noise of protest as you do. âWhatâs the matter? Too much?â
âIâno, I just⊠Isnât your family coming home soon?â
He chuckles, pressing a kiss to your core that makes your twitch. âJiwoo is staying with his girlfriend. Everyone else is staying with the Parks at the Nexus. Weâll be the only ones here all night.â
You curse, letting your head fall back against the pillow as he returns eagerly to his delightful ministrations.
He takes his time with you, letting your pleasure build lazily, as though you have all the time in the world. Your mind is a haze of need, that coil in your gut so close to snapping when he pulls back. You wine sharply and tug on his hair, earning a low groan and a glare. His grip on your thigh tightens in warning and you flush, surprised when the dull pain prickles as pleasure under your skin.
âTrust me.â
You do, invariably. Nodding, you loosen your grip, and Wooyoung brings a finger up to prod at your entrance.
âGood girl.â
The words are so simple, but the way he purrs them has you whining, walls fluttering around the single digit he presses into you.
âOf course, my masterwork loves her praise,â he chuckles, sounding a little cocky. You move to kick him lightly in reprimand, but his lips seal over your clit again and you go boneless against the sheets.
He works you open patiently, one finger becoming two when your hands in his hair tighten again. The pleasure feels like it will be endless, a constant knot in your belly that he doesnât seem keen on unwinding any time soon. Your moans become more desperate and your thighs twitch around his head as he scissors his fingers, tongue darting between them. The fullness rips a moan from you and you squirm, trying to direct him somewhere specific, to find something more, though youâre not quite sure what.
His tongue leaves you and you nearly curse in protest, but then his fingers crook and pleasure explodes through you. Your whole body tightens as the knot in your belly unravels, thighs shaking on either side of his head as he works you through your orgasm. The touch against that spongy spot within you and the suction on your clit become gentle laps and kisses as he brings you down, not letting your pleasure dissipate entirely. Head spinning, you blink your eyes open to stare at the ceiling for a moment and catch your breath.
Shifting from the other end of the bed pulls your attention back to him, and youâre surprised when he settles beside you instead of above you. Wooyoungâs cock is flushed a pretty pink, hard and leaking where it rests against your hip, but he doesnât seem to pay any mind to it as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, drinking you in. The kiss he presses to your forehead feels out of place and perfectly Wooyoung at the same time. You huff a laugh.
âSatisfied, darling?â You nod, smiling, and he chuckles. âGood.â He rolls onto his back, arms spread wide and inviting just like he has so many times before. âCome here.â
The look you give him is one of confusion. âBut you havenâtâŠâ You glance down.
âI donât need to cum. Tonight is about you, and me making up for the hurt Iâve put you through. Iâll be alright, I promise.â
Something about that feels wrong. Frowning, you shift toward him until, in one smooth motion, you can throw a leg over his hips to straddle him. The noise he makes as his length is trapped below your heat is broken, pitiful, not too dissimilar from the ones you were making moments ago.
âYouâre not through apologizing yet,â you hum.
His voice comes out rough, a little chuckle and smirk alongside it. âIs that so?â
Confident, you nod, rolling your hips down against his own. âI want you to feel pleasure too. And I wonât consider you forgiven until I feel you. All of you.â
Wooyoung sucks in a breath between his teeth, then nods, guiding your hips up to hover above him. âWhat ever my lady wants.â
He slides into you at the same slow pace he opened you up with and you both groan as your hips meet. When you lean down for a filthy kiss, you can still taste yourself on his tongue, and the way your walls flutter around him makes his hips cant up. Heâs holding back, you can tell, and youâre determined to make that stop. Gently, you pry his hands from your back, lacing your fingers and pinning them to the pillow above him. He looks a little stunned, eyes glassy as you hold him there and roll your hips experimentally. You both moan in unison.
âI wonât last long,â he admits on a breath. âFinally having you like this, Iââ You pull an outright whine from him as you shift your hips up and sink back down. âJagiya.â
You silence him with a kiss, settling into a steady pace. âYou donât have to last, my love. I just need you to feel even half the pleasure you brought me.â
Another pretty whine and his hips twitch up, meeting yours. Desperation is a good look on him, you think.
âLet go, Woo. Please, I need it.â
He meets your pace then, using your grip on his hands against you to pull you down until your body is flush with his own. Slipping out of your grip, he tangles one hand into your hair to lock your lips again, the other pressing down against the small of your back. The shift in angle has him dragging against your sweet spot once more and you can feel your pleasure building quickly alongside his own, the urgency and sensitivity from your first orgasm rushing you forward. Your hands crumple the pillowcases and within moments, you feel your pleasure spiking again.
You come apart together, panting into each other's mouths and breathing each other's names, and you donât have the mind to feel sorry for the way you go boneless on top of him. Wooyoung laughs, breathless, and lets you lie there, hands wandering over the expanse of your back as you exchange kisses. Itâs only when the stickiness of sweat and other bodily fluids start to make your skin crawl that you roll off of him.
âThat was⊠incredible,â you breathe.
Wooyoung hums, pleased. âGood. I wanted to make your first time memorableâin a good way, of course.â
You flush. âI, erm⊠Thank you.â
âItâs only what you deserve.â
You should know by now, you think, that itâs nearly impossible to be around Wooyoung without heat creeping up your cheeks.
âYou⊠Seemed like you⊠had experience,â you murmur, heart racing. Itâs nagging at you a bit, now that youâre cooling down.
Wooyoung blinks, then props himself up on an elbow, reaching out to trace patterns along your skin as he meets your gaze. âI do. It took me a long time to realize where my heart belonged.â He pauses. âDoes that bother you?â
Strangely, you find it doesnât. Heâs still ended up here, with you, despite whatever happened in the interim. Smiling, you shake your head, pulling him in for a soft kiss. He chuckles against your lips.
âGood. Sex is much better with someone you love, if tonight was any indication.â He leans in again, this kiss deeper but still heatless, his grip a little possessive on your hip. âNo one will ever measure up.â
You beam up at him, cupping his jaw, at a loss for words once again. Heâs looking at you like you hung the stars themselves in the sky.
âCome on, letâs go get cleaned up.â
Things even out over the next few weeks, a new sense of normalcy settling over the two of you. Wooyoung finds a location for his next event, submitting the full proposal the night before the deadline, and makes an effort to set aside the New Paradigm while heâs within the Inner Sector. It comes after a talking to from Hongjoong, of all people. For a moment, youâre surprised, but you remember quickly that his mother is a Speaker.
âIf you want to play both sides, you need to remember that we are much more flexible and forgiving than any politician.â His stern stare leaves no room for argument.
You see more of Mingi and Jongho than you thought you ever would, and your heart is full on the days you show up at the base to wait for Wooyoung to come back from recruiting. The three of you are often joined by Yeosang, who seems to have formed a close bond with both of them in the time heâs spent here, and sometimes Hongjoong when he pulls himself from his office. Yeosang seems to flit away quickly once you and your boyfriend are in the same room, though, each time with mission prep or work to handle. At first, you attribute it to the way Wooyoung canât seem to keep his hands off of you anymore, but once you convince him finally to dial it back, his behavior remains the same.Â
It hurts, and you can tell Wooyoung feels it too.Â
âIt feels like somethingâs missing without him,â you say over lunch one day, eyeing the empty seat at your usual table.Â
Wooyoung nods.Â
âI wish there was a way to go back to the way things used to be. All three of us, all the time.â
You can see the gears turning in his head. âWhy canât it be?â
Stunned, you blink at him. âWhat?â
âWhy canât it be all three of us? I mean⊠I love you, and Iâm happy with just you, but⊠donât we both love Yeosangie too?â
You sit back, processing his words. After a moment, you nod slowly. Youâd already considered the possibility, just after you noticed the first changes in Yeosangâs behavior, that he was secretly in love with one or both of you. It had been cast aside quicklyâthe more likely answer was him being uncertain with the changing dynamics of your long-standing friend group. Now, with you and Wooyoung becoming more affectionate with one another and Yeosang pulling further away, youâre reconsidering your logic.Â
âI hadnât thought much about it before,â Wooyoung mutters, âbut now that weâre sitting and talking about itâŠâ He pauses, floundering for a moment in a way you donât think you've seen before. âItâs not that Iâm unhappy with you or that Iâd be happier with Sangieâwell, I would be, but thatâs more a case of having our best friend back than anythingââ
âWoo,â you cut him off gently, placing a hand on his thigh. âI get it. Itâs not about being happier with him as a part of our relationship, though Iâm sure that would come naturally. Itâs just a different kind of happiness. I love Yeosangie as much as I love you, I just havenât explored whether that could be romantic or not.â
He beams. âThatâs exactly it.â
Thereâs a pause, anticipation swirling in the air between you.
âHow do we bring this up to him?â
It takes a few days for the pair of you to find the words and gather the courage to speak to Yeosang about your revelation. The day you do, youâre buzzing with excitement, strolling hand-in-hand down the alleys of the Outer Sector as you make your way to the base. Wooyoung helps you down the ladder with a little flourish, the two of you unaware of the chaos surrounding you for only a moment.
Jongho breaks your bubble. âBlessings, there you are! Do you know where Yeosang is?â
You and Wooyoung exchange a confused look. Heâs been spending less and less time in the Inner Sector, preferring to while away the hours after work with the New Paradigm. You had knocked on his front door before coming all the way here, and he was nowhere to be found. As you relay this information to the group, Hongjoongâs jaw sets firm, the embers of anger burning in his eyes.
âThatâs it, then. Heâs left us for the birdies, hasnât he, Mingi?â
The Captainâs glare makes the man flinch. Jongho and Wooyoung whip around to face the Smoker, offense and betrayal etched on their faces.
âWhat?!â
âWho?â You ask, tone gentle.
Hongjoong turns to you, remaining stock-still, and youâre quickly reminded of the elite cadet heâd been when you first laid eyes on him. âThe Blue Birds. Theyâre a relatively new group of Technomancers, but their rise has been swift. Within a couple of months, they've become our biggest rivals.â His eyes lock back onto Mingi. âAnd you knew.â
âI didnâtââ
âYou did,â he grits out. âIâm a very difficult man to keep secrets from.â Your eyes dart to your old friend and you watch as realization dawns on his face. Hongjoong, a Tineye who rarely sleeps, wouldnât have to burn off his reserves every night as other Allomancers do. He's awake, burning, on watch most of the night. The thought makes you worry for him. âI heard him ask you about it.â
Mingiâs shoulders slump, and he huffs a sigh.
âAnd you didnât think to stop him?!â Wooyoung snaps. You jolt a little as he steps around you, fuming.
âHe was determined. He sounded like he already had his mind made up. I did my best, butâŠâ Mingi trails off with a shrug. You donât think you've seen him look this small, not even when he got chewed out by his father for leaving the stall unattended to help a stray cat with a broken leg out of the middle of the street.
âHeâs not even a Technomancer! What was he thinking? Theyâre not going to need or want his help,â Wooyoung huffs.
âIf that ends up being the case, then weâll welcome him back happily,â Hongjoong says. His eyes narrow at Wooyoung as the Rioterâs mouth opens, and you watch your boyfriendâs jaw snap shut. He sighs. Of course he wonât turn his childhood best friend away. âIn the meantime, Iâll need to train another Seeker to take his place.â He runs a hand through his hair, sighing. âIf heâs made up his mindâwhich it sounds like he hasâthen thereâs no use chasing after him, as much as we all may want to.â
Wooyoung seems to deflate a little as he mutters alongside the brothers, âYes, Captain.â
You feel unmoored as you take it all in, like a ship set adrift with no crew. Your plans to mend things, to better them, all gone with one stroke of bad luck. Today, of all days, Yeosang turned his back on the New Paradigm for their rivals. You can feel Wooyoung's anger, Jongho's disgust and Mingi's shame. The conversation you would have had is over before it had the chance to begin.
Gently, Wooyoung takes your hand, pulling you into his arms. Your heart cracks as you press against him, and you let him guide you deeper into the base as the first of your tears stains his neck.
It takes you weeks, but you finally manage to corner Yeosang on his lunch hour. He looks stunned when he sees you and nearly turns in the other direction, but you call after him. He hesitates, the kindness you love so much and Inner Sector politeness warring against his newfound loyalties.
âSangie,â you try again. This time, he turns, a tight smile on his face. âI'll treat you to fried chicken for a chat. It's been too long.â
His shoulders slump and he makes his way over, not meeting your eyes. âIf you're here for the Captainââ
âI just miss you. Woo and I both do.â Yeosang's eyes dart around, nervous. âHe's not here. He doesn't know I'm here either. He's mad at youâthey all areâbut he still talks about how much he misses you.â
Yeosang closes his eyes, taking in a breath.
âWill you have lunch with me?â
His shoulders jump with his silent laugh, the corner of his mouth ticking up. âI'm not enough of a cogbrain to decline free food.â
The place is just around the corner, and though tension remains in the silence between you, you feel a little victorious. The feeling fades a little with each failed attempt at small talk, Yeosangâs responses remaining vague and trailing off, as though his mind is elsewhere entirely.
Finally, as you sit down at a quiet corner table, he sighs. âI owe you an explanation.â
âYou donât owe me anything, but Iâm not opposed to hearing one if youâd like to share.â
He takes a deep breath. âRemember when we were kids, playing in the backyard with that massive pile of scrap my parents kept around?â You smile at the memories that flash through your mind, nodding. âIt didnât matter that my mom was an Allomancer and I was playing Tinker in the backyard. She loved me all the same. Wooyoung and Yeonjun are still friends, Seonghwa and Hongjoong worked together side-by-side for years after their exam results came in. Everything in the Inner Sector is blended together for one cause. Allomancer or Technomancer, Adept or not, it doesnât matter.â
You raise an eyebrow at that bold statement, and Yeosang rolls his eyes with another hint of a smile. âAlright, it matters in politics and personal biases, but weâre not at each otherâs throats constantly.â
âRight.â
âSo why does it matter so much in the Outer Sector? Why are we constantly trying to undermine each other? We have the same goal. Why canât we work together on it?â He sighs, running a hand through his hair. âThe only answers I could really think of were the lasting civil war and the personal biases of the leaders of each group. Both spent time in the Scrapyard, which isnât particularly friendly to outsiders of any kind and is where the divide is the most obvious, and thereâs the constant battle for resources of course, but⊠It still doesnât make sense. I think theyâre both just playing it safe, too scared of what could happen if the groups combined, even if they should. Resource and territory sharing make much more sense on paper than whatever it is we have going on right now.â
âThat doesnât⊠explain why you left, but it does make sense to me. Even when I was living in the Outer Sector, the fighting didnât make sense to me either. I would see it everyday, in fights on the streets, the way people looked at me and my family because my dad was a well-known Allomancer.â
Yeosang nods, some of the built up tension from his impassioned rambling draining from his shoulders at your words. âI thought I could act as a bridge between us. Well, Mingi and me. His childhood best friend is a member of the Blue Birds. From what Iâve gathered, they donât really talk much anymoreâsomething about double standards and being on opposite sides of this conflictâbut theyâre friendly enough that Mingi introduced me.â
You smile fondly. âThat sounds about right. Even if theyâre at each otherâs throats, those two canât be separated for very long. Yunhoâs a good guy, too.â
A genuine smile spreads across Yeosangâs face and he nods. âHe looks a little intimidating at first, but heâs really just a big puppy.â
With a bright laugh, you nod. âSounds like Yuyu.â
Heâs grinning now, and your heart swells at the sight. Regardless of Wooyoungâs feelings on the matter, youâre glad to have your friend back. âTheyâre all so nice. I was expecting some sort of pushback, but they all know Iâm an Allomancer, and most of them donât care. One of them is a Scrapyard kid, so heâs a little wary, but the fact that Iâm a Seeker instead of having any of the external or physical abilities seems to help.â
âIâm glad, Yeosangie. You sound like youâre having a lot of fun.â
Another eager nod. âAnd I feel like Iâm helping them more than I ever helped the Paradigm. I was never much help on missions, but as a Scholar for the Blue Birds, I can stay in and research. It's something I can do at home, too, so Iâm not spending as much time traveling or risking as much going through the Ring. I just do my research, send it along, and then Iâm through.â
âThat sounds perfect for you.â
The smile he gives you is so fond that you feel butterflies erupt in your stomach. âThank you, Y/N. Iâm sorry for avoiding you and leaving without saying anything, but I knew everyone would try to talk me out of it.â
âEveryone but Mingi,â you agree.
âAnd you, apparently.â
Your ears heat a little, and you nod. âItâs not my place to talk you out of something that could bring you joy. I have no stake in the goings on of the crew, aside from the safety of my friends.â
An aurvox alarm goes off and Yeosang jumps, pulling the device from his belt. âI have to get back to work. Thank you for listening, Y/N.â
You stand, giving him a quick hug before he has to dash off again. âThank you for sharing, Sangie. Keep in touch, okay?â
His little grin and wave make your chest tighten. âI will! See you!â
When you bring the interaction up to Wooyoung the next day, he goes still. For a moment, as irrational as it is, you think heâll turn and yell at you. Instead, he nods. âIâm glad at least one of us gets to keep in touch.â
âWhy canât you?â You ask. âYou both live and work in the Inner Sector. Mingi and Yunho still keep in touch sometimes.â
Wooyoung shakes his head, sighing. âIâm not as kind as Mingi is. Maybe some day Iâll be alright with it, but Iâm still upset with him for leaving without so much as a goodbye.â
Nodding, you let him pull you against his side, head resting on his shoulder.
âI really am glad you still have each other, though. One of us should always be around to keep an eye on our Sangie.â
The topic drops then, between the pair of you and within the New Paradigm. No one mentions Yeosang or his perceived betrayalâmore bodies are moving about the base these days, and you figure it would be bad for recruitment if nothing else. You continue your little lunch dates with him nonetheless, on the rare occasion that your breaks align. Itâs peaceful, for a while, but if thereâs one thing youâve learned about Sector One, itâs that peace doesnât last forever here.
Luxe sends you an ominous message the night everything collapses, demanding more than asking you to stay at home. Minutes later, thereâs a tapping at your window, and you nearly jump out of your skin at the sight of Jongho peering through it. Confused, you rush to open it, tugging him inside.
Before you can even begin to question him, he asks, âIs Luxe home?â
You frown. âNo. Why? Whatâs going on?â
âHas Wooyoung come here?â
âNo. Jonghoââ
âThereâs not much time to explain. Something happened while he was out today, weâre not quite sure what, but a bar in the Outer Sector was leveled. He was seen fleeing and we need to find him, get a debrief, make sure heâs alright.â
Your heart skips a few beats, then picks up like itâs on override. Panic settles in quickly, your mind reeling. âHe⊠What⊠Jonghoââ
âHey,â he grabs you by the shoulders, shifting until his face is the only thing you can see. âItâll be okay. Weâre gonna get him out of this, one way or another. We donât have numbers, but weâre quick, smart, and Hongjoong-hyung is the best strategist Iâve ever seen. He was a Vanguard Elite and escaped the Nexus silently. If anyone can make sure Wooyoung gets out of this in one piece, itâs him. Itâll be okay.â
You nod, breathing deeply to calm the anxious current running in your veins. âYeah⊠Yeah, okay. Itâll be fine.â
âIâll come find you the second I know anything, I promise.â
Swallowing thickly, you nod again, and pull him into your arms. Youâre relieved and stunned when, instead of protesting, he wraps strong arms around you, squeezing just enough to ground you back into your body. âCome back soon,â you mutter.
âAs soon as I can.â
You pace while heâs gone, a bundle of nervous energy. Itâs well past dinner time and youâve busied yourself with as much care as you can mange for your mother, yet Luxe still hasnât come home from work and Jongho hasnât returned with any news. Youâre beside yourself with worry, resolving to dismiss Luxeâs demand entirely and go searching for Wooyoung yourself, when a familiar tapping on your window knocks you from your thoughts.
Scrambling to open it, you immediately step back to let Jongho in, eyes searching his face as though the answers are written on it. He looks almost the same as when you saw him earlier and for a moment, your heart soars with hope. Then, in an instant, you watch fatigue hit him as he turns off his pewter, bracing himself on your desk against the wave. Quickly, you pull out the chair and guide him into it. He gives you a grateful look as he takes a few deep breaths.
âThey brought out quite the cavalry to arrest Wooyoung,â he manages, âbut we got him out of there. Last I saw, he was headed for the Outer Sector, away from here. Hongjoong probably went after him once he got out of his melee with Nightingale.â
âGeneral Nightingale was there?â You canât keep the panic from your voice.
He nods, then stares at the ceiling for a long moment. âLuxe too.â
Your heart drops into your stomach. âHe has no chance. Theyâll catch him. Jonghoââ
âWooyoung is quick and smart. There was a patrol nearby when the bar exploded, and he managed to evade them.â
âBut with Luxe and the General and if there were as many people as you sayââ
He reaches up, hand settling over your own where you're digging your nails into the back of the chair. âWe gave him a pretty good headstart, Y/N. Piki dropped a few sprays of cogs as a deterrent while we scattered, and Iâm sure theyâll be more focused on Hongjoong after he went straight for Nightingale.â
You take a deep breath, nodding. âYeah, okay.â
âThey might send out search parties, but as long as Hongjoong finds him first, heâll be alright.â
Another nod. âYou probably shouldnât stay for long. Our relationship is pretty public, so Luxe will probably be home soon to see if heâs come here.â
Jongho sighs, then pushes himself up reluctantly. As though summoned, you here the front door swing open to signal your siblingâs arrival. The pair of you exchange worried glances.
âGo,â you whisper, nodding to the window. âIâll come by later to see if there are any updates.â
Thereâs no time for him to protest as the stairs creak and you practically shove the pewterarm out onto the roof, quietly shutting the window behind him. You grab the book by your bed and settle into your desk chair just in time for the knock on your door.
âBug?â
âCome in,â you call, heart racing.
Luxe looks far more disheveled than Jongho did as they step into your space, and you rise to your feet quickly with concern. If things got that intense⊠You shake the thought away.
âWhat happened to you?â
âWooyoung was supposed to be arrested tonight.â
You blink at them, silent, hoping the look on your face reads as shock. âWhat?â
âThere was an attack in the Outer Sector today, and he was seen fleeing the scene. Between the incident today and his historical anti-Symposium narrative, we have good reason to believe that he is involved in stoking the fires of the civil war. He escaped with the help of three masked individuals, two of which weâve confirmed to be Allomancers, and Kim Hongjoong.â Their gaze hardens as they speak, making certain you hear every syllable of the Captainâs name. âYou wouldnât happen to know anything about any of this or know where your boyfriend has run off to, would you?â
They spit the word out like a curse and it lands like a dagger in your chest. Gaze dropping to the floor, you shake your head. âI donât know where he is. We had breakfast this morning, but he said he had to location scout afterward. I havenât heard from him since.â Youâre surprised by how quickly Wooyoungâs typical excuse rolls off of your tongue.
Luxe raises an eyebrow. You know you only answered one of their questions, but youâre not sure you can lie to them. When you remain silent, staring at the floor, they heave a sigh. âAnd you wouldnât happen to know anything about Kim Hongjoong and a group of well-trained vigilante Allomancers?â
âNo,â you say simply, shaking your head once again.
The deep, steadying breath they take tells you theyâre not convinced. âY/N, I know this is difficult, and Iâm sorry. But the safety of the entire Sector is on the line.â Silence stretches for what feels like an eternity, until finally, they give up. âAlright. If you do find anything out or hear from him, you come to me, understood?â
âOkay,â you mutter.
âIâm sorry it came to this, Bug. I love you.â
âMe too,â you reply, wiping at tears you hadnât realized began to fall as the door quietly shuts behind them.
YEAR: 1023
Itâs more difficult to sneak in and out of the Ring after that, but with some help from the New Paradigm and a few nights spent studying their maps of the guard patrols, you become just about as good at it as they are. Luxe works longer hours, and on nights where the Outer Sector is near upheaval and drawing them away, Wooyoung comes to you. Itâs different than it was, no parties or lunch dates or lavish presents, but you stick by his side and the necklace he gifted you when you got dragged into all of this stays around your throat. You spend your days with Yeosang, ignoring pitying glances and whispers. They fade with time, your proximity to the teacher aids in it, the gossip shifting to the nature of your relationship instead. Even Luxe has picked up on them, asking you at a rare dinner together about it.
You take a deep breath, memories flashing of conversations past, you and Wooyoung realizing together how deep your feelings for him ran. Wooyoung has no way of seeing him now, though much of his anger has faded.
âI canât,â you tell them. They look confused for a moment, then glance to your pendant and sigh.
âI understand.â
After that first night, theyâve asked no more questions. Whether they trust you to keep them informed or would simply prefer plausible deniability, youâre not sure. Things settle into a new type of normal. Though you catch yourself occasionally longing for simpler times, Wooyoung seems happier without the obligations of Inner Sector life and constantly surrounded by his friends. Itâs nice enough, for a while.
Youâre curled up on the couch with a book when Luxe comes home, a storm cloud above their head. They toss a stack of papers in front of you silently and you jolt a little, marking your page. It stretches, heavy, as they hang their uniform coat neatly and you shuffle through the stack. Wanted posters; eight of them. You spread them out on the coffee table, dread settling in your stomach. Thereâs only one face you donât recognize.
âThis has to stop.â Your siblingâs back is to you, their posture rigid where theyâve paused at the base of the stairs. They sound weary, pained, and thereâs a shakiness to their voice that you donât think youâve ever heard before. âWhatever it is, whatever youâve gotten yourself wrapped up in, it ends now.â They flash you a sharp, steely glare. âMake it happen.â
The Watch Master leaves without another word. For the first time, perhaps in your life, you feel completely and utterly alone.
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SOURCES: All references in this work and future installments of Through the Darkness to Allomancy are credit to Brandon Sanderson and the Cosmere. His brilliant mind gave birth to this magic system. I have taken liberties with it to suit our universe (and with a large amount of curiosity on the specifics of metals affecting their users). Development of this series happened with mostly the original Mistborn trilogy in mind and while only eras 1 and 2 were published and before my own reading of Wax and Wayne. For more information, please look here, here and here. Be wary of spoilers. If you like Allomancy, please read Mistborn and get in my DMs. Please.
STORY SUMMARY:Â As an Outer sector kid, you expect life in the Inner Sector to be difficult, to say the least. And it is, but between the support of your older sibling and a few unexpected friends, you don't think you mind it... no matter how rough it gets.
RATING: PG
GENRE: fluff, little angst
PAIRING: N/A, hints of both wooyoung x reader & yeosang x reader (but it's silly childhood crushes)
AU/TROPE: nonidol au, dystopian au, steampunk au, mistborn au kind of
WORD COUNT: 16.5k
WARNINGS: Mentions of chronic illness, alcohol, off-screen violence mentions, unintentional emotional manipulation by a distressed child with surprise abilities, they're kids for a large portion of this but they are adults by the time drinking happens (there's a whole timeline about it i promise)
A/N: *revives blog after years* so adrenaline tho. it's been crazy inspring. honestly, please read mistborn and the cosmere!!! no spoilers for dawnshard and on, i will fight. this has been living in my brain for three years and i'm so excited to finally get it out. massive shout out to @cybrsan for their patience and i'm so stoked to bring this back. here's to the long haul.Â
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YEAR: 1010
Fall is just beginning to shift to winter, the chill in the air prompting their mothers to send them on their walk to school with coats that have the pair of childhood friends sweating by the time they arrive when Yeosang tells Wooyoung, âA new family moved in down the street from me this weekend.â
Wooyoung stares, a bit surprised. âReally? Anyone we know?â
Yeosang holds back a giggle. âIf it were, they wouldnât be a new family, would they?â he teases.
His best friend scoffs, leaning over to punch him in the arm. Yeosang cries out more than is strictly necessary, stumbling dramatically for a moment. When he steadies himself, he nudges the younger back with a grin. âNo, my mom went and talked to them, and I guess itâs the family of that guy that won the Nightingale Commendation earlier this year. Heâs only like five years older than we are.â
At this, Wooyoung raises an eyebrow. âYou think we have a chance at the Commendation that soon?â
Yeosang snorts. âWith your bad marks? Definitely not.â
âI can clean up my act!â The whine earns another little giggle.
âAnyway, I guess the guy has a sister our age,â the elder backtracks.
âOh, cool! A new friend.â Wooyoung grins brightly, a spring in his step. âThink sheâs gonna be there today, if theyâre all moved in?â
âOnly one way to find out,â Yeosang replies, shrugging.
There was no new face that day, or the next. Weeks went by without a new arrival, slowly turning into a month. Then two and a holiday. The pair had forgotten about their potential new classmate entirely by the time they returned from their break. It was Wooyoung who was reminded first.
YEAR: 1011
You follow your teacherâMs. Ahn, you recallâfrom the Headmasterâs Office quietly, brushing invisible dust off your pristine white Prestige Academy uniform. She had welcomed you with a warm smile and open arms, the wariness and borderline hostility you met her with entirely unwarranted. At least, from her perspective. From yours, which had spent the past three months in your new home feeling the stares of your new, richer Inner Sector neighbors following you and your sibling as you went about your daily lives, you were entirely justified. You think you recognize the woman currently guiding you as one of them; someone from your neighborhood who had stopped by briefly to wish you well with what was probably a fake smile. She gives you a sadder, softer one as she stops at the classroom door, ushering you through it first before following and pulling the door shut behind you.
Around thirty sets of eyes focus in on you like lasers with your entrance, and you tense instinctively, jaw setting and eyes narrowing just slightly as you stand straighter. Discomfort begins to seep into your bones and you start to take half a step back, just as Ms. Ahn steps up next to you, steadying you.
She smiles brightly again, setting a hand on your shoulder briefly as she speaks, âClass, we have a new student joining us this semester. Everyone, please welcome Y/N.â The silence your introduction is met with seems like it stretches on for hours. Soon, Ms. Ahn speaks again, this time turning to you. âY/N, is there anything youâd like to share with the class?â
Glancing up at her, you began to shake your head, only to pause when your siblingâs words from that morning return to your mind. âDonât let people treat you differently just because youâre from the Outer Sector, okay? We have to be proud of it, show them weâre not that different from them.â The soft smile they gave as they buttoned your coat returns to your mind, and you feel your nerves settle.
Instead of backing down, you nod, taking a deep breath and a step forward. âIâm Y/N. I just moved here from the Outer Sector so my older sibling could work with the Watch.â A few whispers begin, a few more eyes widen, and you square your shoulders, lifting your head high. âThey won the Nightingale Commendation and theyâre a really powerful Allomancer. My mom and I are really proud of them.â You settle back down and glance to your teacher, finding a glimmer of something like amusement behind her eyes. âThatâs all, Ms. Ahn.â
âThank you for sharing. You can go sit in the empty desk next to Chan, and weâll begin our lesson.â
The whispers die down as your peers shuffle through their backpacks for tablets, notebooks and pencils but, unbeknownst to you, one pair of curious, dual-toned eyes follows you across the room as you sit next to the bubbly boy with the brightest, most genuine smile you think youâve ever seen.
Wooyoung watches you as you settle down next to his friend, quickly recalling the conversation he had with Yeosang all those months ago. Something about the way your eyes lit up when you spoke, boldly announcing to the sixth grade class that, yes, you were from the other side of the Ring, before any rumors could begin swirling made the boy curious. I wantâno, need, to be her friend, Wooyoung tells himself, already beginning to plot the how of his operation.
His plan begins at lunch on that first day. Changbin and Yeonjun are waving at him, calling him over to join them at their usual table, but he spares them only a bright grin and a quick, excited wave as he carries his lunchbox to the far corner of the room, where youâve tucked yourself safely away. You donât acknowledge him as he settles down, your eyes locked on the sandwich and chips youâd packed yourself that morning.
Distantlyâwarilyâyou become aware of the weight of your table shifting as someone settles across from you. You sigh internallyâand so it begins. Thankfully, whoever it is keeps quiet, unpacking their own meal and letting an appetizing combination of scents waft in your direction. You allow yourself a quick glance up, eyes still fixed only on the food, to sate your curiosity as your stomach grumbles at the enticing aromas. Though you canât see their face, you can see your unexpected companion hesitate, their hands freezing for a moment under your scrutiny.
Sighing, you pick up your own sandwich as your body loudly protests again and, without anywhere else to direct your attention, you meet the eyes of the boy who had decided to join you. The smile he gives you along with his wave is blinding, and you have to take a moment to process, wondering how someone can be so joyful at school, of all places.
âHi. Iâm Wooyoung. Weâre in the same class,â he greets, and you nod in responseâhis single, vibrant blue eye stuck out among the matching pairs that stared you down earlier.
You blink slowly at the boy across from you, brow furrowing slightly and eyes narrowing warily.
âYou donât have to tell me your name, Y/N, Miss Ahn already said it,â he continues, barely distracted by the small feast heâs pulled from his bag. âI think we should be friends. You seem really cool!â
You recoil a bit in confusion as you meet his eyes again. ââM not cool,â you grumble in protest, ââm just some dumb loser kid from the other side of the Ring.â
Wooyoungâs megawatt smile falls into a concentrated frown. âWho said that? Iâll beat them up. Or ask Yeonjun to. Or my big brother. Oh, or yours! They're probably really good at fighting if theyâre on the Watch so young.â
You ignore his assumption about your sibling with a little huff, asking instead, âWhoâs Yeonjun?â
Your companionâs face lights up, his lips pulling once more into a grin. âHeâs one of my best friends! Heâs in the other class with Yeosangie and Changbin.â For a moment, he goes quiet, his pout returning. Itâs all you can do not to giggleâhe looks the epitome of a petulant child like that. âMy mom put me in the other class with Channie and Sangieâs mom because she said Changbin, Yeonjun and I cause too much trouble together.â This time, your sigh is an exasperated one. I didnât ask for your life story. âTheyâre over there,â he turns to gesture across the cafeteria to a group of four boys, their eyes all focused on your table, âwhere I usually sit. You shouldââ
âWhy arenât you sitting with them?â You cut in, eyes narrowing as you tilt your head.
Again, Wooyoung falls silent for a moment, blinking hard in confusion. âBecause Iâm already friends with them.â
âDonât friends usually sit together?â
Wooyoung frowns deeply, brows scrunching up. âYeah. But if I sat with them, I wouldn't be able to make friends with you.â
It was your turn to frown, that same pout that reminded him so much of his best friend on your face. âYou⊠actually want to be my friend?â
The boy in front of you blinks rapidly, tilting his head in confusion once more. âWell, yeah. You probably donât have a lot of friends here, right? So I thought I could help with that! I like making friends and, like I said before, Iâm friends with Chan too, the guy you sit next to, so he can be your friend too, and Sangie lives down the street from youââ
âYoung-ah!â
You both startle as one of the boys heâd pointed out earlier plops down next to Wooyoung, slinging an arm around his shoulder. Your defenses rise again at record speed, eyes narrowing with suspicion, and Wooyoung deflates a little, watching you close up at Changbinâs boisterous entrance.
âWhy didnât you come sit with us? Youâre not replacing us, are you?â The teasing lilt to his friendâs voice makes Wooyoung start to giggle, but when he glances back to you, your jaw is tight again, a frown pulling at your lips. Thereâs little hint of the girl whoâd been so bold beforeâyou look a bit like a frightened animal ready to sprint away or pounce.
âNope, Iâm just making us a new friend!â He supplies quickly. âThis is Y/N, sheâs new in mine and Chanâs class with Yeosangieâs mom. Y/N, this is Changbin, one of my best friends!â
You sit silent and still, face still pinched. Wooyoung opens his mouth to speak, but before he can say a word, you spring to your feet, tucking your unfinished sandwich away. âNice to meet you both. Iâll see you in class, Wooyoung. I have to go talk to the Headmaster about, um. Stuff.â
For a moment, he frowns, considering your flimsy excuse. Then, to your surprise, he softens, regaining the grin youâre quickly learning is his signature. âOh, thatâs my mom! I can show you to her office. I kind of want to say hi to her anyway!â
Your eyes go wide and you pale. âTh-Thatâs okay, um, she said I should just come by myself and I was in her office this morning already, so I know where it is! Iâll just see you after lunch!â
Before he can so much as wave, youâve scurry out of the lunch room, leaving Wooyoung and his friend to stare after you in shocked silence.
Changbin broke it, tilting his head. âShe reminds me of when I first met Yeosang.â
If it hadnât been before, the comparison to his oldest friend sealed the deal for Wooyoung. He had to be your friend.
Despite your best efforts, you quickly find avoiding Jung Wooyoung to be a futile quest. If he didnât find you in class, his friend Lee Chan would lean over from his seat next to you with comments that were making you giggle with increasing frequency. Seo Changbin had attached himself to you after that first meeting too, bringing with him Choi Yeonjun and the quieter Kang Yeosang. You recognize all of them once youâre properly introduced; Chan from class, Changbin and Yeonjun from that first day in the cafeteria and Yeosang from the house two down from your new one, just like Wooyoung said.
Slowly, you find yourself warming up to the five boys, each of them welcoming you into their fold with open arms. They began to provide a welcome respite from the sideways glances you received immediately following your move, Wooyoung and Chan working as buffers in class and the others joining them outside of it. The only one you had any âtroubleâ with was Yeosang, his quiet demeanor frequently leading to him fading into the background when the entire friend group was together.
Luckily, though, he does live just down the street from you, and you quickly gather that his house is one of Wooyoungâs favorite places to be during his downtime.
The first time the pair appears on your doorstep, you find yourself cowering behind the curtains of your motherâs bedroom window, only risking a single, brief glance after some amount of silence. With your sibling at work, the chore of your motherâs nightly routine naturally falls to you and, while you had become rather fond of your friends over the recent weeks, you still couldnât stomach the thought of explaining her condition to them. You barely understood it yourself, after all.
So, you find yourself shamefully hiding away, frowning as Wooyoungâs voice filters up through the cracked window. âThatâs so weird. I saw her come in after school and she hasnât left⊠Maybe they have a back door she went out of?â
âYou donât think sheâs avoiding us, do you?â Comes Yeosangâs hesitant reply, and your heart does something funny in your chest.
âOf course not! Weâre her friends. Friends donât avoid friends,â Wooyoung huffs, and the funny feeling in your chest tightens. âSheâs probably just taking a nap or something. Weâll ask her about it tomorrow, come on.â
You risk another glance as their footsteps begin to recede, sighing in relief. You need a plan.
The next day comes and, unsurprisingly, Wooyoung corners you within minutes of the lunch bell ringing. âY/N-ie! Where did you go last night?â
You can feel yourself flush. You never got around to making that plan. âI, uhm, what do you mean, Wooyoungie?â
âSangie and I went over to your house last night to see if you wanted to hang out, but you werenât there. Which is weird considering we all walked home together and then I never saw you leave.â
You can feel heat in the tips of your ears and apples of your cheeks building. âOh, I, uhm. I wasâŠâ Your brain flickers back to the evening before, searching for any kind of excuse. âI was taking a nap!â You offer quickly, smiling tightly as you recalled the boyâs excuse for you.
âI told Yeosangie that, but he didnât want to believe me!â he nearly shouts, drawing a few glares from nearby teachers and strange looks from your peers. âCâmon, letâs go tell him I was right! He thought you were avoiding us.â
Your heart does that funny tight thing again, and you hope the regret from your white lie isnât seeping through your smile.\
âBerry,â you start, earning a playful glare from your sibling, âwhat do you tell your friends about Mom and Dad?â
âBecause Wooyoung and Yeosang tried to come over a couple of days ago after school, but I⊠I didn't want to let them in and have to explain about Mom because I didn't know what to say, so I kind of just hid and I don't want to do that again.â
The look they give you feels almost the same way that weird tight heart thing did. âYou don't have to tell your friends anything you don't want them to know, okay?â
âBut I don't want to lie to them. I already did yesterday, and I feel weird about it. I really donât want to do it again. Friends are supposed to be honest with each other, yâknow?â
Luxe smiles and your heart warms as you return it. âThat's very thoughtful of you, Bug. Youâre right, friends shouldnât lie to each other, but you don't have to tell them anything you arenât ready to. You can tell them what I told you at first, that Momâs sick.â
You frown, huffing a sigh and pushing your plate away from you. Suddenly, youâre not hungry anymore. âBut what if they ask questions?â
This time, the smile Luxe gives you has a taste of something wrong in it. Their eyes seem just a little off as they push their plate away too and fold their hands in front of them. âThen you can tell them you donât want to talk about it.â
Your frown deepens into a scowl. âBut isnât that rude? Friends share like⊠Everything, right?â
Your sibling pauses, thoughtful for a moment, before they finally respond. âThey can, but I think if theyâre good friends, ones who are worth it, theyâll respect your boundaries. What do you think?â
For a moment, you ponder the proposal then, slowly, you nod. âYeah. I guess youâre right. Okay.â
Your siblingâs smile loses its touch of tightness and they grin, scooping up both of your plates and starting for the kitchen. âCome on, go get ready for school.â You groan, and barely catch the way Luxe chuckles quietly to themself as they clean up the remnants of your breakfasts. âDonât you want to go see your friends? Youâll have plenty of time to hang out with them after, since Iâm home today, but you wonât if I call you in sick.â
You fix your sibling with your most scathing glare. âFine.â
âThank you,â they hum, ruffling your hair affectionately as they pass. âNow go get ready, Iâll check on Mom, and Iâll walk with you to the Academy.â
You go, but not without another dramatic groan of protest. Luxe grins behind your back, shaking their head affectionately.
When you finally walk out of the school again for the afternoon, Wooyoung and Yeosang are buzzing with just as much excitement as you for your afternoon adventures. Over lunch, theyâd told you all about the gardens they frequent and the pile of scrap metal theyâd squirreled away in Yeosangâs backyard to tinker with, and you find yourself bouncing happily as your eyes roam the crowd of parents and guardians and older students in search of your sibling.
The moment you find them, you grab your friends by their wrists and drag them through the crowd, face pulling into a wide grin you expected to see returned.
âBerry!â You call as your friends scramble after you, Wooyoung with a squawk of protest, pulling your siblingâs attention to you. The smile they give you is weak as they bend at the waist, arms opening up to you.
You frown and slow, dropping Wooyoung and Yeosangâs hands. Usually, Luxe would greet you after any time away by kneeling to meet your height, scooping you up for a hug and spinning you around for their âday off workoutâ, as they called it. They only passed on your little tradition on days like today, when they were dressed in their Watch uniform and unwilling to let you crease or dirty its crisp grey material.
Behind you, Wooyoung makes a noise of question as your joy slowly slips away from you.
âI thought you didnât work today.â
Luxeâs tight smile falls, their eyes dropping guiltily to the ground at their feet as they straighten up. âI know, Bug, but thereâs been an emergency.â With a quick breath, their eyes meet yours once more, a sadder sort of smile on their lips now. âBut I made sure my Captain knew I had to see my baby sister off first. Listen,â they pause, taking another quick breath as their brows knit together. âI know I said Iâd be home to take care of⊠things today, and I promise Iâll make it up to you next time.â
âSo I can hang out with my friends next week, but not this week?â
To your surprise, your sibling shakes their head vehemently. âNo, you can still spend time with Wooyoung and Yeosang todayââ
One of the boys in question cuts them off with a victorious whoop, and Luxe chuckles, shooting a fond smile over your shoulder.
âBut can you stay in the neighborhood and check in regularly? Just in case Mom needs anything. You said Yeosang lives near us, right?â
You nod and their eyes turn to the boys behind them, glancing between the two until the pair nod as well. âSo that means you have at least two places you can go; our house and Yeosangâs, if his guardian says itâs okay. Iâm sure itâs not as exciting as whatever you three had planned before, but again, Iâll make it up to you next time, okay?â
Still frowning, you nod. âOkay. Can you at least walk us home?â
Luxe sighs heavily and mirrors your frown, shaking their head once more. âI canât, I have to go now. Yeosang, Wooyoung,â they turn their gaze back to your friends in turn, âI expect you to keep my little sister safe on your walk home, okay? Iâm counting on you.â
You glance over your shoulders just in time to see Yeosangâs ears turn pink as he gives a nod, Wooyoung following suit with his usual bout of extra energy. âYou can count on us!â
Your sibling grins proudly, reaching out to pat each of the boys on their heads approvingly. âGood, thank you.â
You roll your eyes, huffing a sigh at their overprotectiveness.
âY/N,â they turn back to you, opening their arms half-heartedly. âIâll see you when I get home, okay?â
Like you have so many times before, you stretch up to throw your arms around your siblingâs neck, squeezing them tight enough theyâd complain youâd creased their uniform. âBe safe, Berry.â
Sure enough, they flash you a glare as they brush invisible creases from the material. âYou too, Bug. And have fun.â
YEARS: 1012-1014
Your walks home together quickly become a daily occurrence, after that. Most of the time, itâs just you, Wooyoung, and Yeosang, chatting idly about the latest bizarre creations youâve dreamed up from the scrap pile in Yeosangâs backyard in the name of amateur Technomancy. Some days, Chan, Changbin and Yeonjun join you, though more frequently than not, the former two beg off to tend to âfamily matters.â
âChan has siblings,â Wooyoung explains one day, although you hadnât asked him to. âHeâs the oldest, too, so he has to wrangle them most days; kind of like your sibling does with you, sometimes.â You look away at that to hide your frown. âChangbinâs family is kind of high up in the political world, so he has a lot of functions and stuff his parents make him go to.â
And they probably donât want him associating with someone from the other side of the Ring, your brain provides, unhelpful as usual. The way he always breaks off from your group before his parents can see him hasn't escaped your notice.
Yeonjun is about a fifty-fifty shot on whether or not he joins youâhe seems to live entirely on the other side of the Inner Sector though, so it isnât often that he makes the trek all the way out to your neighborhood. Sometimes, Wooyoung will join him on his after school adventures, but most of the time he seems to prefer sticking beside you and Yeosang, chatting your ears off as you return to your half-done projects. You spend every day with the boys that you possibly can, and when you canât, they see you into your front door with eager waves, promises to see you in the morning, and many a plea from Wooyoung to stay and join them. For a while, you can see Yeosang elbowing him in the side but, eventually, he gives up and just grins at you too.
Itâs a routine youâre truly happy with, and you never feel alone, which is more than you could say for the few acquaintances you had in the Outer Sector. True to the stories youâd heard before your move, the people within the Ring seem to have more free time than anyone ever had in the Outer Sector. You can recall the local seamstressâ son running you and your sibling completed orders, eyes tired but a bright smile always on his face, and the fishermanâs adopted son dragging in the morningâs haul with him as his brother manned the booth, fending off the crowds before sale began. No one seems to do that here, or if they do, you don't see it.
For the first year, itâs a bit jarring. You explore what must be the entire Inner Sector with your friends, skirting around the Symposium, and all the shops have fronts, woven neatly into the middle of residential streets. There are a few squares and, sometimes, the stores take up a little bit of space in the streets before them to show off specials, but no one here maintains a ramshackle booth. There's no open-air market here. You think the stares you receive would be doubled upon anyone who would dare try it. Itâs pretty and itâs new, but some part of you longs for the hustle and bustle of the too-cramped piers.
You voice as much to Yeosang one day, sprawled out in his backyard under the sun as summer morphs to fall. He hums thoughtfully.
âIt would be cool to see where you grew up. Youâve seen most of mine and Wooyoungâs lives, we should see yours.â
You nod. âIâd like to show you. But thereâs that gate, and thereâs no chance theyâll let three kids from the Inner Sector through. The guards all act like itâs some free-for-all out there, even though itâs really not. Just a little busier and more cramped.â
Yeosang looks at you, a little confused. Heâs about to say something before heâs cut off by a shout, Wooyoung joining the two of you once again from the house. You both sit up eagerly, and your worries are quickly forgotten.
The next year goes by in a similar fashionâdespite your classmates swapping around, it seems you and your friends remain separated in the same groups the next year. Wooyoung pouts about it, naturally, whining that he canât be in the same class as you and Yeosang both on the way home from the first day of the next school year, taking turns leaning on each of your shoulders while you walk home. The three of you collapse into a heap when you make it to Yeosangâs backyard, Wooyoung pinning the two of you below him as you and Yeosang share a fond look, tuning him out as you collapse into a fit of quiet giggles.
Its on one of these days, early in the year, that you first hear the words âAdept Potential Evaluation.â Itâs Wooyoung, ever-excitable, who brings it up first.
âIâm excited for it. What if I become the first Technomancer with Allomantic abilities or something?â
From where heâs tinkering with his latest creation, Yeosang snorts. âThey wouldnât let you study both even if you did test for both. Which, in case youâd forgotten, is unheard of.â
Wooyoung narrows his eyes, tossing a spare bolt at his friend and, inexplicably, you feel a little pang of anger at the older boy as it hits his shoulder. âHey, I can dream, okay? Not all of us have Adept parents.â
You watch Yeosangâs brow furrow and he straightens too, setting his project aside. âThatâs not what I meant, Young-ah. Iâm not trying to be mean, Iâm just being realistic.â
âIt did come off a little harsh,â you cut in, frowning.
In an instant, Yeosang shrinks back into himself, and you feel the anger that had so quickly welled up within you evaporate. Woyooung, too, softens.
âSorry, Sangie. I know you didnât mean it like that, Iâm just⊠Iâm worried, is all,â he admits.
Yeosang gives an understanding smile, nodding. âI think we all are.â
You squirm uncomfortably, frowning at the ground. âIâm always nervous for tests, but, um⊠what is this one for, exactly?â You ask, sheepish.
Wooyoung startles, and Yeosang seems to mirror his shock. Itâs the latter who replies. âI figured they would have told you when you enrolled. Your sibling probably took it, too. Itâs this⊠aptitude test, I guess, to see whether or not youâre an Adept.â
The frown you give is disgusted enough to have both boys laughing at you. âWhy does it matter?â
Their laughter stops, replaced with confused looks again. âThey really didnât tell you anything about how the Academy works, huh?â Wooyoung asks, head tilted. âWe split into different tracks next year. Allomancers are one program, Technomancers another, and non-adepts another.â
You must pull another face, because Yeosang quickly adds, âItâs not fool-proof. Sometimes non-adepts end up being Adepts later in life, but it helps make sure people can hone their abilities before they graduate. And, honestly, without it, it would be really hard to detect Shells or anyone who can use the Internal Metals.â
Slowly, you nod. âMakes sense, I guess. Still weird, but I donât think Iâm nervous for it.â When both boys glare at you, you shrug half-heartedly. âI donât really have anything to lose if I do end up as a non-adept.â A pang of sadness flares up, just as potent and sudden as your burst of anger earlier, and you quickly turn back to the little metal sculpture youâve created, thankful when Wooyoung moves on to other topics.
In preparation for the evaluation, your classes that year turn toward specifics of Allomancy and Technomancy. A select few of your peers, like your sibling, boast abilities theyâve found through happenstance. One of the girls does the same thing your brother can, sending a paper clip flying dangerously close to their eye with a mighty Pull, and another boy brings a construct he Animated himself. With each new display, you can see Wooyoung sink back into his desk a little more, his eyes cast down at the wood below him. He sulks through every presentation, radiating a grumpiness you sometimes swear you can feel, though no one else looks affected by it.
When you bring it up to Yeosang, his brow furrows thoughtfully, but he shakes his head. âHeâs always kind of been like that. A big presence, yâknow? Just as easily as he can make the room happier, he can bring it down if heâs feeling pissy enough. Itâs just who he is.â
You accept the explanation and shrug the strange feeling off, even as it begins to come more often, even as it begins to slip into your backyard hangouts with the pair. Itâs a slow shift, but you find him snapping at the pair of you more frequently, and you feel like youâre reacting more along with it. Yeosang, too, seems to have less patience for his best friend than usual.
The winter chill is once again beginning to settle around you when things come to a head. Youâre in your usual spot in Yeosangâs backyard, sprawled out the grass and fiddling with a stray piece of wire. The elder of the two is relaying the dayâs events; apparently this time a boy in his class had turned out to be a Coinshot.
âThat would be cool,â you muse, twisting the wire into a spiral around your finger. You hold it loosely in front of your eyes, pouting and squinting with focus as you imagine it. âBeing able to justâŠâ You ignore Wooyoungâs scoff as you trail off, imagining the metal flying off into the sky.
Something within you responds, a fire burning low in your belly. A flash of blue lights up the path from your chest to the wire, and you gasp as it shoots upward, your body following the momentum as you shoot upright. The line remains as you sit up and the wire changes direction with you, almost as if youâreâ
ââPushing.â Yeosang sounds amazed as you tune back into the world around you.
The blue lineâlines, you realize now; theyâre a thick mess where they point to the scrap pile, one for each piece of metal you can see and some trailing off into the distance evenâthey remain, bursting from your chest in a spray of color. You canât help but worry a little, glancing between your friends and your chest. Yeosang looks stunned and confused, but his eyes, filled with wonder, are focused on your face. Wooyoung is staring at the ground, still sulking in the way thatâs becoming increasingly less uncharacteristic, so you turn back to the elder.
âDo you⊠see that?â
He blinks, frowns. âSee what?â
âThereâs⊠blue.â You gesture to yourself.
For a moment, Yeosang just frowns at you, confused, until realization sees to dawn. âOh! Thatâs normal. If youâre a Coinshot or a Lurcher, supposedly there are these little blue lines that show you where thereâs metal nearby when youâre burning.â
You eye the scrap pile warily. âThat⊠seems true. Iâll have to ask Luxe ifââ
âWooyoung?â Yeosang cuts you off, and you follow his eyeline to the third of your trio, whoâs rising to his feet. âWhere are you going?â
âHome. I forgot we have a⊠thing tonight,â he mutters. âDad wants the whole family there.â
Anger boils in your chest at an impressive speed, quickly overwhelming the excitement youâd felt a moment ago alongside your revelation. âIs this because Iâm an Allomancer and youâre not?â You demand, eyes narrowing.
Wooyoung spins on you, and you could swear his blue eye is glowing. âYou donât know that yet! We havenât been evaluatedâI could still be an Adept! Just because my family aren't Adeptsââ
âThatâs enough, Wooyoung.â A stern voice cuts through the chaos, Yeosangâs mother stepping out onto the deck, and all three of you turn to her.
The anger deepens, and you feel your fists clench at your sides for a flash before itâs gone. It dissipates in a moment, replaced with a low pulse of hurt and a lot of confusion.
Ms. Ahnâs stiff shoulders slacken at the same moment, and you see her sigh as if in relief. âYou have nothing do worry about, Wooyoungie,â she soothes as she comes down the steps to join you, a smile on her face. âI canât be sure, but it seems to me that youâre going to be a very powerful little Rioter.â She pauses to kneel to his level, placing a soothing hand on his shoulder. âItâs rude to use your abilities on your friends, though. You need to be more careful, okay?â
For a moment, the three of you stare at her, aghast. She smiles warmly, standing and offering a hand to the boy. âCome inside. Iâll make you all some snacks and we can talk more about it, okay?â
Wooyoung nods silently, feigned family plans all but forgotten, and follows her into the house. You and Yeosang share a look, amused and dumbfounded.
âWell,â he says as you begin to follow after them, âthat explains a lot.â
YEARS: 1014-1018
Two weeks later, the Evaluation confirms Ms. Ahnâs suspicions and more; Yeosang is a Seeker, too. Wooyoung greets the two of you after school with the brightest grin youâve seen from him yet and a squeal of happiness. The three of you will be placed togetherââMaybe even in the same classes for once!ââin the Allomancy program next year. Yeonjun is the only one of your other friends to make his way into the Technomancy program, though Changbin and Chan both seem unsurprised and content with finding themselves in the non-adept program.
You carry your results home with a bright smile and a skip in your step, waving to Wooyoung and Yeosang as they continue the trek down the block to Yeosangâs home. The first person you tell is your mother, and you can swear you see her mouth pull into a smile as you read off the results to her.
âL/N, Y/N, projected Prestige Academy class of 1019. Classification, Allomancer. Specialty, Coinshot; Steel.â You pause, sighing, unable to hide your grin. âIâm really excited to see what this means. Maybe Iâll be as good as Luxe one day.â
You wait on the couch for your sibling to come home, eager to tell them, too. The sound of the door creaking open wakes you, and you sit upright as quickly as your sleep-addled little mind can manage. They begin to chastise you for being up past your bedtime but, predictably, halt when you throw your hands around their waist and the paper in your hand crinkles.
ââM aââ A yawn cuts you off, and youâre distantly aware of Luxe mirroring the action. ââM an Allomancer, Berry. Just like Dad.â
Your sibling stiffens and you start to take a step back, confused. They hold you fast, though, kneeling down to eye level with a fresh wakefulness in their gaze. âIt was Eval Day,â they say, half a question and half an observation.
You rub your eyes and nod, offering the single sheet of paper out to them readily. They take it, eyes shimmering with excitement, but as they read, you can see some of that weariness seep back into their bones. When they look back up at you, their grin hides something you canât quite put your finger on.
âThatâs amazing. Iâm so proud of you, Bug,â they praise, wrapping you back up in their arms. You giggle as they lift you, starting for the stairs. âDid you wait up just to tell me?â Sleepily, you hum confirmation and nod. They chuckle quietly. âLetâs get you to bed. Weâll celebrate next time Iâm off, okay?â
Your nod is barely noticeable as sleep begins to take you again.
The celebration comes two weeks later, when they pick you up from school, positively beaming, and scoop you up in their arms. You give your friends a confused, mildly concerned look from over their shoulder, fixing it on them as they set you down. âIâm a Watch Captain now,â they explain, still grinning. âIâll be working nights, but that means Iâll be home to take care of Mom during the day. You can spend your summer with your friends.â
All three of you perk up, and you jump back into your siblingâs arms with a squeal.
âLetâs go celebrate that and your Eval results, shall we?â
The rest of the school year passes in a blur. A promotion to Watch Captain gives your sibling a more consistent schedule, leaving you with more free time than you had expected. End of year exams and evenings with your friends are all you're left to focus on, and before you know it, the sticky coastal summer heat is settling in. Itâs better in the Inner Sector, you think, less stifling the further away from the water you are, but your friends seem to disagree. The first time you suggest going outside is met with a confused blink from Yeosang and a mildly disgusted scoff from Wooyoung.
âI feel like Iâm going stir crazy!â You argue. âI need to touch grass. I havenât gotten to lay in the sun in like a week.â
âWhat are you, a lizard?â Wooyoung shoots back from where heâs sprawled over the arm of an overstuffed chair. He squawks in surprise when you hurl a throw pillow at him.
âY/N, we just walked over here. We were outside for a whole thirty minutes like⊠ten minutes ago. There was so much grass to touch on the way,â Yeosang grumbles.
âYeah, but if I laid in it, people would have looked at me weird. And you probably would have left me there.â
âI would not have!â
âYes you would! I had to half-jog to keep up with you, you were so eager to get out of the sun!â
âIâm not meant for the summer, okay?â
âYour birthday is literally in June, Yeosangie. That seems like the definition of âmade for summer.ââ
He has no retort for that, it seems, and as your bickering dies down, the silence that meets your ears feels deafening. The two of you share a suspicious look before turning your gazes to Wooyoung, who has his fingers steepled in thought.
âUh-oh.â
âWhat are you plotting over there?â
He sits up to face you, a hopeful look in his eyes. âYou know, Sangie, we still havenât gotten a chance to show Y/N the Gardens.â
Itâs Yeosangâs turn to look thoughtful. âYeah, youâre right. Itâs been a while since weâve been, even.â
âIt would solve all of our problems. We can keep out of the sun and heat while Y/N lays in the grass.â
âAnd no passersby to think she's weird for it either,â Yeosang hums.
You launch another pillow past his head as Wooyoung claps his hands together, drawing your attention. âLetâs go then!â
Whatever subtlety was employed by the residents of the Inner Sector was blatantly ignored by those within the Symposium, you learn as you cross through the Inner Gates. The chips and cracks in the streets beneath your feet seem to disappear, the cobblestones smoothing out into an immaculately swept path before you. The home you thought big seems miniscule when compared to the manors that rise on either side of you, their towers quickly obscuring the wall as it curves around them.
You donât realize youâve stopped in your tracks, jaw dropped as you gape up at them, until Wooyoung reaches up, waving a hand in front of your face. With a start, you blink back into yourself, turning to him. âItâs all soâŠ. huge. Yeonjun lives here?â
He chuckles and nods. âMhm. Isn't it pretty?â
Slowly, you nod, brow furrowing even as you agree. âIt's⊠big.â
Wooyoung snorts. âDowngraded from huge to big in the last few seconds, huh?â You frown at him, and he continues. âItâs not really that impressive. The Academy is bigger than that.â
Just inside the gates of the Symposium, you stop and cross your arms over your chest. When Yeosang looks back at you, his concern is apparent, eyes flickering between the pair of you. âYeah, but thatâs meant to hold hundreds of students at once, not one family.â
âThere can be hundreds of people in one manor, sometimes.â Wooyoung grinned at you. âThey throw parties and dinners for important people, so itâs not unheard of.â
Your jaw tightens, and you see something flash in Yeosang's eyes as they dart between the pair of you. âIt's not, like, an everyday thing, though. This kind of wealth isâŠâ For a moment, you're speechless, gesturing around at the buildings and their grounds in awe. When you look back at him, he's got an eyebrow cocked up to his forehead, smug. Something in you snaps. âIf this type of money exists in Sector One, why did I spend half of my childhood in a two-room house with a leaky roof?â
That shuts him up, perhaps a little too well. Both boys stare at you, jaws agape, and you feel the heat of embarrassment rush up your neck, settling in your cheeks. You turn away, shaking your head. âS-Sorry, that wasââ
Youâre cut off with a muffled sound of surprise as Wooyoung wraps his arms around you, and the comfort you feel in his familiar embrace is about ten times what it usually is. He sniffles, holding you tight to him as he speaks, âIâm so sorry, Y/N, I didnât even think about that.â
Heaving a sigh, you wrap your arms around him in return, words muffled against his chest. âIt is what it is, but if you want me to forgive you, stop Rioting me.â
At least he has the decency to look sheepish as you part, your emotions dropping back to their normal level. âSorry.â
âQuit using your abilities on your friends, Young-ah,â Yeosang chastises as he steps up beside the pair of you, a pensive smile on his lips.
âItâs okay, Youngie, I promise,â you reassure the younger of the pair, placing a hand on his shoulder. âI know we grew up really different; Iâm not going to be mad just because you donât see things my way.â
He nods hesitantly. âYou know I donât think youâre any different because you grew up in the Outer Sector, right?â
Surprising even yourself, you let out a breathless laugh and nod. âYou donât have to tell me that, Young-ah. You show me every day. I know.â
For the second time in the past few minutes, you leave the boy speechless. This time, though, itâs him who blushes.
The silence hangs for a beat too long, and Yeosang clears his throat, breaking the pair of you out of whatever trance youâve found yourself in. âSo⊠Gardens?â
Wooyoungâs flush deepens, and yours returns with a vengeance as you both nod. âGardens!â he exclaims, his signature grin returning as he starts back down the path. âTheyâre not that far in, câmon.â
True to his word, it only takes you about five more minutes of walking before you find yourself staring up at a set of massive wooden doors. To say youâre skeptical as Yeosang pulls the door open for you, bowing a bit dramatically as he ushers you inside, is an understatement. The sight that meets your eyes isnât too different from the lobby of the bank Luxe has taken you to on occasion, its high ceilings supported by wood and stone. There are a few planters, at least, and a waterfall trickling away that you can hear but not see; you turn to Wooyoung and frown.
âYou promised me grass,â you whisper, unwilling to disrupt the near-silence of the room.
He snorts, the effort in holding back his laughter evident in his face. When he speaks, his voice echoes. âThere is grass. This is the lobby.â
Yeosang is ahead of the two of you already, beelining toward a second set of doors with a little spring in his step that you donât think youâve seen before. When he turns back to you, his grin is wide. âCome on, I wanna show her the tree!â
Warmth fills your chest as you return his smile, eagerly bounding up beside him, Wooyoung following close behind. âWhat tree?â
âItâs where we spent most of our off time before Sangie moved closer to the Ring and before you came to the Academy. Itâs good for climbing, and the branches are wide enough to sit on,â Wooyoung supplies.
âWe found it when we were littleââ
ââwell, my brother showed us, actuallyââ
ââand weâve just been coming ever since. Itâs been a while though, I think close to a year.â
You frown at that, thoughtful. âDid⊠Did you guys stop coming here because of me?â Your eyes are wide when you look up at them, pouting just a bit.
Both boys look away from you, red tinting their ears. âI wouldnât say that, exactly,â Yeosang stutters.
The furrow in your brow deepens. âIâve been keeping you from somewhere you love so much?â
Wooyoung steps in front of you, placing his face in your vision and following your gaze with his body when you try to shift it away. âDonât think of it as a negative thing. We just found something we liked doing moreâhanging out with you.â
His words make your heart clench, and you smile. Once again, you throw your arms around his neck. âThatâs sweet, Youngie.â
Once again, Yeosang coughs quietly to get your attention. You pull away with a quiet giggle, grinning at him. âOkay, lead the way, mister impatient.â
His smile is soft and fond as he presses a button in the wall. The well-oiled mechanisms within make no sound as the doors in front of you unseal and slide open, verdant green meeting your eyes.
Your jaw drops.
The buildings outside had been their own ostentatious forms of luxury, custom built towers and stained glass windows boasting the wealth of those who lived within them. This was another, and one you thought you much preferred. Like the roads between the manor lawns, the little paths that branch out from beneath your feet and weave their way into the treeline are the only breaks in the vibrant colors of the flora. Bright yellows, reds, purples and oranges pop against the rich browns of the tree trunks and the green carpet of the grass they sprout from, and for a moment, youâre a little overwhelmed, chest tight.
âThis has been here this whole time⊠and you didnât think to bring me to it?â
The sharp bark of Wooyoungâs laughter breaks the peaceful silence around you. âFirst weâre abandoning the place to hang with you, then weâre keeping it a secret⊠Which is it, Y/N-ie?â
Rolling your eyes with a huff, you reach out and shove against Wooyoungâs arm to throw him off balance. You hear Yeosang grunt as the younger of the pair stumbles into him. Another quick shove from him has Wooyoung leaning back toward you, and the flustered apology youâd been preparing dies on your tongue. You catch your friend with a startled squawk, nudging him back the way heâd come.
When Yeosangâs hand lands on Wooyoungâs shoulder for the second time, he takes the time to direct his own momentum, taking a step forward and turning back to meet your twin grins with a grimace and a glare. âIf youâre done using me as a pendulum, can we show Y/N what she's been missing?â
Peace and quiet is what youâve been missing, apparently. Even ever-excitable and energetic Wooyoung seems to mellow when the trees begin to shade you, breathing a sigh that might be relief the moment you step into the shade. You let them lead you a little way down a path, then off of it, until you're staring at a tree with a thicker trunk than you've seen yet, its branches sprawling outward rather than rising toward the roof. Wooyoung is grinning as he pulls ahead of you two in a jog and leaps up to grab at a low branch, pulling himself up with an ease that surprises you. Your eyebrows raise as Yeosang follows, settling comfortably on a branch next to him. They grin down at you, and you shake your head, hopping up to grab a branch next to Wooyoung. He startles a little at the suddenness of it, but is kind enough to bite back his laughter as you pull yourself up with much more effort than either of them.
YEAR: 1016
Though their schedule remains consistent, you see much less of your sibling as school begins anew. The hours they spend on the night watch means your schedules are entirely opposite of each other, leaving the mornings and afternoons as the only time you see them, and even then only for minutes at a time. They come home with just enough time to see you off with a hug in the mornings, exhaustion clear in their face as they usher you out the door. They stop by Yeosangâs house on the days time gets away from you, reminding you to look after your mother needlessly. Itâs a bit of a bittersweet routine, but it brings stability to your home youâve never known, so you sink into it with a sense of peace.
Itâs a sunny morning when Luxe comes home looking more exhausted than youâve ever seen them, their stormy demeanor contrasting the weather of the oncoming spring. The door shuts behind them and you count the seconds before they join you in the dining room, frowning when you hit sixty and thereâs no sign of your sibling. Frowning, you stand, peering around the corner into the living room. Luxe hasnât shed the outer layer of their uniform, the fine fur along their collar sticking out against the worn upholstery of your couch where theyâve sprawled out, eyes shut. You clear your throat and they sit up, a practiced smile plastering itself on their face at the sight of you.
âMorning,â they greet with a yawn.
You tilt your head, thoughtful. âHow was work?â
Luxeâs brow furrows, and they hum noncommittally.
You raise an eyebrow. âI know itâs your job to be the guardian, Berry, but you know you can talk to me if you need to, right? Iâm not that much of a kid anymore.â
Theyâre quiet for a long moment. Youâve nearly given up, turning to return to your breakfast, when they heave a sigh. âThere was this kid early this morning. About your age, if I had to guess. He⊠He was lost, weâll say that.â You frown. âIn more ways than one. It worked out, butâŠâ They shake their head. âIt was intense. He was a Scrapyard kid by the looks of him.â Another heavy sigh, and they smile at you again, standing and stretching. âDonât worry yourself about it, Bug,â they hum, ruffling your hair as they pass you by. âThanks for asking, though.â
The smile you give them in return is confused, but you nod slowly. âSure, any time.â
Another yawn leaves them as they finally shrug their coat off and fold it over their arm, still weary but less distressed. âIâll see you when you get home.â
Wooyoung is buzzing with energy when you make it to class that day, glancing over at you every five minutes and tapping his fingers against the desk. He glances in your direction every chance he gets, and your brow furrows questioningly each time your gazes meet. Itâs frustrating, the way he continues to turn away from you, desk vibrating with the bouncing of his leg. You try to corner him at lunch but he avoids the topic bluntly, ignoring every time you bring it up. By the end of it, your mutual friends are throwing you confused looks, and no amount of Rioting Wooyoung does to your happiness can counteract the frustration you feel.
Youâre ready to ignore him and head home at the end of the day when he dashes up between you and Yeosang, throwing his arms around your shoulders and tugging you both into his side. You grit your teeth and try to shrug him off, but he only pulls you tighter against him.
âAnybody wanna take a trip to the Gardens?â
You frown. âI should get home, Luxeââ
âHas the night off after this morning. Everyone who was working last night gets leave after what happened,â he explains as if itâs common knowledge.
Confusion creases your brow as you turn to him. âWhat⊠what do you mean?â
For the first time today, Wooyoung meets your eyes first, and a shiver runs down your spine. âWe can talk about it if you come to the Gardens with me.â
You and Yeosang share a look, communicating silently in the way youâve picked up from them over the years. âFine,â you agree in unison.
Wooyoungâs lips pull into a tense smile, and he switches your direction, steering you toward your safe haven. He doesnât bother climbing into the branches, today, instead settling against the trunk of the tree. âWhat do you think about this whole thing?â
You blink slowly, frustration peaking at the cryptic question. âWhat whole thing, Wooyoung? What is your deal today? Why have you been all weird, and what do you mean Luxe has the night off? Theyâre my sibling, they would have told me if their schedule changedââ
âThey didnât tell you?â
Your jaw clenches. âTell me what?!â Yeosang settles a hand on your shoulder, and you take a deep breath.
Wooyoung blinks. âThey stopped some Scrapyard Techie from blowing up half the Outer Sector this morning⊠and they didnât bother to tell you?â
All at once, your frustration vanishes. You blink once, twice, and lower yourself to the grass, Yeosang following. âWhat?â
âI canât believe they wouldnât tell you about this! Hyung told me about it this morningâhe heard it from one of his friends,â Wooyoung starts, eyes wide. âApparently some kid came in from the Scrapyard last night and when the guards cornered him, he pulled a massive automaton out of nowhere and nearly crushed the whole block. One of the guys had to run off to get LuxeâWatch Captain and allââ you roll your eyes, nodding, âand they like⊠talked him out of destroying whatever he could reach. Got him to surrender the automaton and took him in, I guess. Your siblingâs a hero.â
You blink slowly, stunned.
âItâs kind of weird, though,â he continues, laying back in the grass and pillowing his arms under his head, âbecause apparently this was just on the other side of the Ring. Iâve always been told that kind of stuff happens further out.â He frowns. âI wonder if this was a fluke or if the Speakers have been lying to us. It makes me wonderâŠâ
The dam holding a whole dayâs thoughts has broken, but your best friendâs ramblings quickly become white noise as you process what heâs just told you, weighing it against your siblingâs words from that morning.
He was lost, weâll say that.
Your siblingâs a hero.
Just like your father.
YEAR: 1018
Another promotion comes quicker than you thought possible, only three years after the last, and your siblingâs speedy rise through the ranks of the Sector Watch becomes a hot topic as graduation creeps closer. Their shiny new âWatch Masterâ title seems to gain you some amount of notoriety among your classmates, and youâre unsure what to do with it. Fewer distasteful looks follow you throughout the halls of the Academy and the streets of the Inner Sector, and you find Wooyoungâs family inviting you and Luxe over more often, though your sibling can rarely attend. Changbin and Chan donât scurry off after school quite as quickly as they did before, instead taking the time to talk with you, Yeosang and Wooyoung before you split off in your different directions. Some days you head into the Symposium, curling up in whatâs become your spot in the gardens and sharing stories about the few classes you have separate from your best friends while you ignore your homework. Less time is spent in Yeosangâs backyard, and the pile of scrap metal that used to be so large dwindles. None of you are Technomancers, you know now, and now that youâre well into your teenage years, there seems little reason to keep pretending.
You canât be both, after all.
Things change for the better, subtly, bit by bit. Luxe has to upend their sleep schedule again, shifting from working five nights a week to most days a month, but after the first few weeks, theyâre back to their normal self. Now that theyâre not on guard duty, they have the freedom to come home and check on your mother, leaving you free to maintain the routine you love so much. Youâre both happy to have matching schedules again, and on their monthly three days off, you notice some of the citizens you pass by greeting them with a smile and a nod. Pride swells in you each time, though you stop pestering them about it once it becomes a regular occurrence.
The only real surprise comes at the end of your second-to-last year at the Academy. Luxe has been attending the graduation ceremonies each year since their own passedââItâs an obligation that came with that pretty copper medal I have,â they explained when you were youngerâbut never once had you gone with them. Wooyoung explained some time earlier in the year that the incoming class of graduates was expected to attend the ceremony of their seniors, you recalled now that you were staring across the table at your sibling, jaw hanging open.
âI thought he was kidding.â
Luxe raises an eyebrow, unimpressed. âNo. Itâs a tradition at the Academy. Unfortunately for you, that means youâll probably be expected to join me at the Vanguard Ceremony as well.â
You crinkle your nose. âWhy?â
They shrug. âTo be polite? I donât knowâthe politicking is still a little beyond me. Ask Wooyoung. He probably knows, or at the very least has a theory.â
âBut you didnât do that,â you grumble.
âYes, I did. You probably just donât remember.â
You sigh, poking at the food on your plate. âCanât we just say that Mom needs me or something?â
Itâs nearly imperceptible, the way Luxe tenses. If you werenât their sister, you would have missed it. âNo. You need to go; itâs tradition. I know itâs not fun for you and probably seems silly, but tradition matters a lot to the people here. And arenât you getting graded on it?â
Groaning, you rub at your brow. âDonât remind me.â
Your sibling shrugs. âJust doing my brotherly duty. Itâs only your grades at stake; why would that matter?â They stand, the way they avoid your gaze pointed, and you scowl at their back as they stroll into the kitchen.
The ceremonies are as boring as you expected. Youâre pleased when Wooyoung and Yeosang stick around for the second ceremony to honor the graduating Vanguardâapparently a few of the Speakersâ sons are graduating, and the Jungs need to attend to keep their political allyships. Yeosang shrugs when you ask why heâs staying, telling you itâs better than sitting at home alone. Wooyoung seems excited, grinning as the newest recipient of the Nightingale Commendation takes the stage. Luxe looks a bit nostalgic and proud as the cadet makes his speech, and you narrowly resist the urge to tease them right then and there.
You and Yeosang hug the wall as the post-ceremony congratulations begin, your sibling ducking out for a moment to congratulate a few of the cadets they seem to recognize and Wooyoung following his mother around after flashing the pair of you a hearty pout.
âIs this what we have to look forward to next year?â You mutter.
Yeosang snorts. âI donât know about you, but I am not interested in the Vanguard Program. Even if you were, honestly, I doubt Luxe would let you anywhere near itâtoo much violence.â
For a moment, you open your mouth to argueâLuxe went through the program themself, after allâbut think better of it. âYouâre probably right.â
The time seems to pass quickly as you and Yeosang scan the crowd, quietly commenting to one another about outfit choices and the haughty demeanors of some of the attendees, giggling quietly at your commentary. If they werenât so flustered, you think you would have missed Luxe coming up beside you, settling against the wall with their arms crossed.
You mirror their puzzled expression, and they huff a sigh as they answer the unasked question. âWeâve been invited to a party.â
With narrowed eyes, you glance over at them, and open your mouth to speakâ
âBy a Speaker. No, we can't just skip it.â You groan.
You were, of course, expecting an obscene display of wealth within the walls of the manor, but nothing could have prepared you for this. Crystalline garlands seem to drip from the pillars and ceiling like water, flowing out from the gilded chandelier dominating the foyer. A grand staircase curves down either side of the massive roomâyou swear itâs the size of your entire house, for Jupiterâs sakeâand you find more gold glinting back at you from its railings, the posts wrapped in a deep red velvet. Youâd expected to feel out of place hereâLuxe warned you that, despite their years of practice at this point, they still werenât entirely adjustedâbut this⊠The dress clothes your sibling had helped you pick out feel like rags in the face of the riches in front of you. And this is just the entryway.
You donât realize youâve stopped in the doorway, jaw agape, until you feel your siblingâs hand settle between your shoulder blades, nudging you forward just gently enough to keep you from stumbling. Flashing them a glare is second nature, but instead of meeting their teasing grin, you find yourself looking at a near stranger.
Luxe stands tall beside you, face painted in an expression of careful, pleasant neutrality that youâre not used to seeing. You blink, opening your mouth to question them; before you can, a lithe, grinning figure steps up to them, a drink in one hand and the other extending toward your sibling.
âWatch Master,â the man croons, and you barely contain the grimace that threatens to surface. Luxe smiles, though it doesnât reach their eyes, and you frown a little. âSo glad you could make it.â
âJunghwa,â they greet, shaking the manâs hand and bowing in greeting. âIt was very kind of Speaker Park to invite us.â
âOf course,â he hums, âall of the most important people in the Sector are here. How could we not?â
Something in the manâs demeanor irks you, though you canât quite place what. He slides his arm around Luxeâs shoulders, stepping between the two of you, and you watch a muscle in your siblingâs jaw twitch.
âCome, you must be interested in meeting the guest of honor officially, soââ the man continues, steering your sibling toward the grand staircase, and to your surprise, you watch them pull away from him a bit too quickly to turn back to you. The stranger balks.
âOf course, Iâd love to congratulate the newest member of the Nightingale family,â they reply, their pleasant smile having returned, âbut I should make sure my sister is settled first.â
Itâs as though the manâJunghwaâis seeing you for the first time, though youâve been beside Luxe since before his appearance. You school your expression into something you hope mimics your sibling, bowing respectfully even as his calculating gaze drags over your form and makes your skin crawl. The smile he gives you when your eyes meet again isnât half as wide as the one heâd greeted your sibling with, and his expression hides what can only be disdain poorly.
Throat tightening, you shake your head, smile tight as you turn back to Luxe. âIâll be okay. Iâm probably just going to go find Yeosang and Wooyoungââ
âJung Wooyoung?â
You blink and frown at Junghwa as he interrupts you. âY-Yes. They said they would be here when we talked this afternoon, soââ
His demeanor shifts to something closer to what he greeted your sibling with, and he steps away from them just a bit, leaving enough room between the two for you to walk beside them. âCoincidentally, both your objective and ours are upstairs,â he provides, gesturing toward the grand staircase. âYouâre more than welcome to join us, MissâŠ?â
âY/N,â you provide, and as you step into the space he cleared, you see Luxe relax a little. âThank you.â
Seeing your friends is a relief. Your shoulders fall from your ears as you cross into the dining room, and you break into the small talk Luxe and Junghwa are making with a gentle hand on your siblingâs forearm, nodding toward the corner Wooyoung is waving at you from. They smile and nod as they catch his eye, squeezing your hand reassuringly. âGo have fun. Iâll come find you when we need to head home.â
Smiling, you wave goodbye to both him and Junghwa, bowing to the latter. You walk off as quickly as you can without seeming rude, relaxing more the further you get from the older manâs gaze and the closer you get to your friends. You can feel the moment he turns his focus entirely back to your sibling, a sigh of relief leaving you as you float into Wooyoung and Yeosangâs orbit.
âAre all the manors like this on the inside?â You whisper as you join up with the pair, eagerly taking the drink Wooyoung offers out to you.
âFor the Speakers⊠pretty much, yeah,â he confirms with a shrug. He looks natural here, his suit pressed and tailored.
âJupiter above.â You down whatever is in the thin flute and cough around the carbonation. Wooyoung and Yeosang both bite back giggles, the former with some struggle. Your eyes narrow. âWhat?â As their gazes remain fixed on you, small grins plastered on their face, anxiety seizes you. âPlease donât tell me Iâve already made a fool of myself.â
âNo, stopping in the doorway and gaping before downing an entire glass of champagne is the perfect first impression to high society.â
You flush bright red, and send Yeosang a grateful smile as he elbows Wooyoung in the ribs hard enough to force a grunt out of the younger. âItâs not the worst first impression weâve ever seen, honestly,â he admits with a shrug. âThe Watch Master themself was worse.â
You wrinkle your nose at the title, pulling a laugh from both of your friends. âWhat did they do?â
The grin Wooyoung gives you is wicked. He gestures dramatically toward a circle of chairs and couches in the corner, and for a moment, youâre reminded of the man that greeted you. Your stomach turns. Must be a Symposium thing, you decide.
âJoin me where itâs a little more comfortable and Iâll tell you.â
You have a second glass of champagne in your hand by the time Wooyoung finishes his story, cheeks sore from giggling and grinning. Youâve just gathered your wits when Wooyoung stands suddenly, startling both you and Yeosang as he extends a hand to someone behind you.
âThereâs the man of the hour! I havenât seen you all night. Too busy with all your new elite friends to come say hi to your favorite dongsaeng?â
You turn over your shoulder just in time to see the commendation recipientâKim Hongjoong, you recallâtake a step toward your group, a smirk pulling at his lips. The flat look he fixes Wooyoung with instead does nothing to hide the fondness twinkling behind his gaze. âI would have preferred it to be sooner, but Speaker Park has kept me busy with introducing me to anyone he deems important enough,â he sighs. You catch a flicker of hurt in his gaze, and you try and follow it across the room, but you canât seem to pick anything out of the crowd. Wooyoung hums knowingly, and you file it away to ask him about later.
When Hongjoong turns back to your group, heâs smiling warmly again. âYeosang,â he greets with a grin and a wave that your friend mirrors. âItâs been a while since Iâve seen you. Where has Young-ah been hiding you?â
Yeosang chuckles, shaking his head, but you see tension rise in his shoulders. âAh, you know. The usual places.â
His eyes narrow for a fraction of a second, like heâs picked up on your best friendâs emotions too, before he turns to you. âAnd you are most certainly a new face. Kim Hongjoong.â He bows deeply.
You flush a bitâhe looks a like a prince in his dark suit, you think as he straightens againâand rise to your feet, returning the greeting.
âItâs not often we have new faces,â Hongjoong comments carefully, glancing to Wooyoung as if for an explanation.
âIâm the new Watch Masterâs sister. They were given a plus one from the Speaker,â you explain.
A quiet ah leaves him at your words, and he smiles, genuine. âOf course. Speaker Park is⊠generous that way.â Wooyoung disguises his snort of laughter behind a coughânot wellâand, to your surprise, Hongjoong looks like he bites back a wry smile. âItâs lovely to meet you, Y/N.â
âYou as well, Hongjoong,â you reply politely.
Wooyoung steps up beside you, ready to continue the conversation, but something seems to catch the guest of honorâs eye at the same moment. His smile vanishes as his gaze shifts, replaced with a creased brow and a frown, and once more you follow his gaze only to find yourself confused. âItâs lovely to see you two again as well,â he tells the boys quickly, smile a bit tight. âIâm afraid youâll have to excuse me, though.â
Before any of you can say anything, he steps into the crowd. Wooyoung and Yeosang share a frown.
âIs that⊠Normal for him?â You ask.
âNot for Hongjoong,â Yeosang mutters. You join them in their frowns.
Thereâs a clear hierarchy to the way you end up seated, you notice. You, Luxe, and Yeosang end up on the opposite end of the table as the host, Wooyoungâs family seemingly acting as a buffer between the three of you and the rest of the party. Theyâre pleasantâthey know you and Yeosang well, after all, and Wooyoungâs older brother and father seem content to speak with Luxe about their career as you wait for everyone to be seated. Your eyes roam the room, taking in the fine dishware and crystalline glasses, the guests in their silk dresses and suits, one of whom catches your eye unexpectedly. His disorientedâdrunk, maybe?âstate is what draws your attention, and you startle a bit as your eyes land on his face. For a moment, you think itâs Junghwa despite the fact that he looks closer to your age, but a quick glance reminds you heâs sitting beside Speaker Park. His brother, then.
If not for your curiosity, youâre sure the small scene that follows would have slipped past your notice; no one else seems to pay any mind as he seems to move on instinct to the hostâs right. Then the younger brother stops, blinking hard when he sets a hand on Hongjoongâs chair and the man speaks, beginning to rise from it. The other conversations and whirring of little aether ****engines and gears drown out the words that are exchanged between Hongjoong, Speaker Park, and the stunned man, and for a moment, you wish you were a Tineye so you could tune into the conversation. He looks stunned and near tears as he circles the table to sit next to his brother, who is once again wearing a discomfiting grin that you now know he inherited from his father.
A hand waving in front of your face pulls you back to the people around you, Wooyoungâs brow furrowed as he brings your gaze back to him. âYou okay over there?â
âUh, yeah, justâŠâ you try to glance back at the man, frowning at the various bodies blocking your way as the guests pile food on their plates. You follow their lead. âYeah, Iâm fine.â
Wooyoungâs expression is the definition of unconvinced, and you nearly drop your plate at the narrowed stare heâs fixing you with. âCome on,â he huffs, following where your gaze had been, âwhat are youâoh.â He scowls, grinding his teeth. You can almost see the curses heâs swallowing alongside his wine. Yeosangâs brow furrows, and both of you turn to your friend. The young Rioter has never been the best at hiding his emotions, but at the moment, heâs being blatant enough with his distaste that even Luxe picks up on it, turning to you with a questioning, concerned glance between questions from Wooyoungâs brother.
âPark family politicking,â Wooyoung grumbles. Yeosang grimaces, and Luxe seems to wince a bit in understanding.
Your brow furrows further. âDonât worry about it, Bug,â your sibling murmurs in your ear, at the same time Wooyoung says, âIâll tell you later.â They frown at your friend, who smiles with a faux innocence and shrugs.
You open your mouth to speak, picking up your fork, but before you can take a bite of the mouthwatering spread youâve made for yourself, the sound of metal against glass cuts through the room like a knife.
âEveryone, can I have your attention please?â Speaker Park calls. He pauses for a moment, glancing about to make sure all the attention is on him before continuing, âAs you all know, we are here tonight to celebrate the recipient of the Nightingale Commendation, Kim Hongjoong. I decided to host as he is a cherished friend of my son, Seonghwa.â
The Speaker smiles at the younger brotherâSeonghwaâand your gut twists. Itâs like the smile Junghwa had offered your sibling earlier when you entered, but with a glint of something sharper in his eyes. Park family politicking. Your siblingâs shoulders have tightened and a glance across the table toward your friends shows Yeosang shifting uncomfortably and Wooyoung looking downright murderous.
âBefore we continue, I feel it is only appropriate that he make a toast to celebrate his future squad mateâs accomplishment.â
The room falls so quiet you swear even the automatons stopped whirring. Seonghwa and Hongjoong wear matching expressions of surprise, and next to the man now in the spotlight, Junghwa smiles that same smile again. You can see the family resemblance as you glance up at his father.
Though you canât hear what is said from your place, you can tell the elder brother says something, because Seonghwa rises to his feet a bit too abruptly, and sways in place. Hongjoong leans forward as if to stand, but a hand on his shoulder from the host seems to stop him.
Your sibling tenses next to you as shaky fingers raise a near empty glass, as though theyâre preparing to jump into action.
âTo Hongjoong,â Seonghwa begins, voice strained and shaking. âTo a friendship⊠a friendship that has meant so much to us both. And to⊠to a future thatâŠâ He trails off, and you can see the tears from earlier welling anew as his eyes glaze over. Sympathetic hurt lances through you and you frown, tensing. The silence seems deafening as it drags on, you and others glancing about with concern until the sharp crack of the glass in Seonghwaâs hand shatters the silence.
âSeonghwa,â Hongjoong gasps, shooting up from his seat as the man winces. Luxe stands too, eyes glued to the younger manâs bloodied hand. A pointed look from the Speaker keeps both of them from aiding his son, Luxe sinking back down next to you with a slow nod and Hongjoong dragging a narrowed gaze back to his friend.
âStay where you are, Hongjoong.â
You frown. Hadnât Luxe been ready to help, too? A glance to them is all it takes to register their frustration, jaw tight and eyes burning with something you think might be anger. Somewhere in the back of your mind, a memory begins to rise to the surface.
âEveryone, please excuse my sonâs poor manners,â Speaker Park continues, drawing your attention back to the present, âit appears he has had too much to drink.â His father addresses the guests, a tense smile on his face that portrays only his displeasure. âSeonghwa, apologize and then go get yourself tended to.â
You watch as Seonghwa takes a deep, unsteady breath, eyes fixed nowhere in particular, gaze unfocused. Blood drips from between his fingers, staining the tablecloth red, and you can see a few of the Speakers seated near the head of the table turn away, covering their mouths.
âI⊠Iâm⊠Iâm sorry,â he stutters, voice barely audible to you. âIâm so very sorry.â He bows his head once more in apology before quickly turning and practically sprinting out of the room.
Silence rolls across the room in his wake, broken quickly by Speaker Park clearing his throat once his younger son is out of earshot. âI offer my sincerest apologies, everyone,â he says, setting his glass down and bowing deeply, a hand pressed over his heart. âIt may be a bit less formal, but perhaps we can return to the ballroom for our dinner.â
An automaton appears at your side with a wave of his hand, and you startle as it plucks your plate and silverware up from in front of you. It turns toward the door and waits as those sitting closer to the head of the table make their way from the room in pairs, chatting with each other in hushed tones. You catch a glimpse of Hongjoongâs profile as he walks beside the Speaker and, though he nods politely along with the words leaving the manâs mouth, you can see the tension in his jawâhe looks a bit sick. Your chest tightens, and you sigh.
Youâre the last person out the door, walking alongside Yeosang. The cliques youâd identified earlier are only confirmed as you cross into the ballroom, which has been laid out for more intimate, pre- and post-dinner groupings. Speaker Park and his eldest son have settled with their guests of honor at a table at the front and center of the room, framed by the night outside behind them. A woman dressed in a stark white pantsuit with greying blonde hair and a hard expression settles with themâyou think you remember her droning on and leading the call and response at the ceremonyâalong with another bearing a striking resemblance to Hongjoongâhis mother, you guess. Families and friends seem to drift toward each other, and you stick close to Yeosang beside you and Luxe and Wooyoung in front of you, fingers drumming nervously against the side of your wine glass. The room is nearly full by the time you enter. A seat remains open next to Junghwaâmeant for his brother, you presumeâand Wooyoungâs family begins to head toward the one remaining empty table. Yeosang followsâheâs Wooyoungâs guest, after allâand you see him smile a little as he greets Yeonjun, now seated directly behind the pair.
You frown, looking to your sibling for guidance. Luxe scans the room quickly, more used to these functions than you are, and nods to the opposite side of the room where two open chairs sit together, beside a group of people you donât recognize. Swallowing your nerves, you give them a soft smile and a nod and begin to follow, only for a voice to make you freeze in your tracks.
âWatch Master,â Junghwa calls. You bite back a grimace as you turn with Luxe, who wears a polite smile. âWhy donât you join us? We have an empty seat, after all.â
You think you see his father frown, but beside him, the blonde woman sits up a little straighter, smiling at your sibling. They look at you, then back at the crowded table. âIâm flattered, butââ
You place a hand on Luxeâs arm, making eye contact with Wooyoung. Heâs nodding eagerly, waving you over as Yeonjun kicks the open seat next to him out. âIâll go sit with my friends,â you offer. Luxeâs smile tightens, but they nod, and you part ways, your automatons following behind diligently.
Itâs like a breath of fresh air as you settle between your friends, and for a moment, you wonder if Wooyoung is poking at your emotions to make you relax. He seems just as preoccupied as you are with the light conversation in the more intimate atmosphere of the ballroom, and you quickly brush away the concern, letting yourself sink into the plush chair and relax.
âThat was⊠quite the scene,â Yeonjun mutters as you settle down next to him, and you nod.
âYouâre telling me,â Wooyoung grumbles from behind him, turning in his seat to face the pair of you. âIf I were Seonghwa, I wouldnât have been that nice getting put on the spot like that.â
âWe donât⊠know that he was put on the spot for sure,â Yeosang mutters. âHe looked really drunk.â
Wooyoung frowns, and for a split second, you feel frustration you were barely aware of spike. He takes a deep breath, forcing his zinc to turn off, and the feeling disappears. âI donât think so. Iâve sat in on some of his presentations this year, and heâs a very well-prepared personâalmost obsessively soâand a great speaker. If he knew he was going to make a speech tonight, he wouldnât have been drunk or unprepared. And look at Hongjoong,â your eyes pull up to the guest of honor, seated across from your sibling, âhe looks as pissed as he does worried.â
âThatâs⊠fair,â Yeosang concedes with a sigh. âI just donât know why any parent would do that to their own child.â
You hum in agreement, but Yeonjun and Wooyoung share a look you canât quite pick up the meaning of.
YEAR: 1019
The last year of your schooling is entirely uneventful, but you come out of it with a much better grasp of your Allomantic ability and graduate with honors. Yeosang does too, and youâre both pleasantly surprised when, despite his marks against him over the years, Wooyoung does well enough to make the honor roll for the year. You attend both of the ceremonies once again, supporting Changbin in his decision to join the Vanguard Program, but this year is blessedly free of upper class afterparties.
The summer is what brings chaos. Just as you begin your new job as a librarian in the Nexus, a flu sweeps through the Outer Sector. Your first instinct is to rush out and check on your friends, thoughts of everyone you spent the first years of your life with falling ill making your heart twist. Luxe barely stops you from dashing out the door with a weary look on their face, reminding you that itâs late enough that travel between the Inner and Outer Sectors is restricted. You heave a sigh and head to bed instead, a restless night ahead of you.
Youâre half-awake and the sun is barely peeking over the horizon when your aurvox pings, and you heave a sigh as you roll over to check it. It takes a moment, in your dazed state, to read the words staring back at you from the screenâ[URGENT] NOTICE: NEXUS PERSONNEL TRAVEL REGULATIONâbut when you do, youâre shocked awake. The missive outlines a new constraint on travel between the Inner and Outer Sectors for all employees working directly in the Nexus. Your heart sinks and you hope, silently, that those you knew will see the other side of the mystery flu.
It makes Luxeâs hours longer and, more often than not, the only time you have to spend with your friends is over your lunch break, when you can meet in the gardens or one of the few squares within the Symposium. Wooyoung can tell thereâs something troubling you the moment he lays eyes on you, and his Allomantic touch is so light now that you barely notice him tugging at the joy you feel when your eyes land on his figure. You do, though, and flash a glare as you settle across from him.
âYou look tired.â
You roll your eyes heartily. âThanks, Wooyoung, thatâs exactly what every girl wants to hear. Youâre such a charmer, itâs a wonder youâve never had a girlfriend.â
He blushes a little and glares back. âHow dare I worry about my best friend.â
âYou saw the notice?â You redirect.
Something in his posture has you narrowing your eyes at him even as he nods. âYeah⊠freaky.â
âI wouldnât call a flu freaky. Unless youâre a germophobe, whichâŠâ You raise an eyebrow at him. âYouâre not.â
Wooyoung grimaces, picking at his food. âI guess, but⊠Itâs spread really fast. Like, we knew nothing about this a month ago, and suddenly theyâre saying like half of the Outer Ring is sick?â He glances around. âSeems weird to me, I dunno.â
You sigh, leveling him with a flat look. âYouâre being a conspiracy theorist again, arenât you?â
His ears tinge pink as he huffs, rolling his eyes. âIâm just making observations.â
You snort, shaking your head fondly. âArenât you always?â
Worry fades to the back of your mind, ever-present but never pressingâafter all, what can you do?âthrough fall. Itâs only when the autumn leaves have all fallen and the air has lost all warmth that you consider Wooyoungâs words againâseems weird.
Word spreads quickly in the Nexus. Thereâs often little to do but study, work and gossip, and the library is a prime spot for both. By now, the flu is old news, and besides, the season for sickness is upon Sector One. Different gossip reaches your ears as youâre shelving late one eveningâa Nightingale Commendation recipient has apparently deserted his post and was officially marked absent without leave earlier this morning.
For a moment, your heart stops as you think of your sibling. But noâyou saw them this morning, heading off to their shift as usual. It takes a moment of listening, but eventually, you catch a name. Kim Hongjoong.
The memories come back almost immediately of that disastrous dinner and the ceremony that preceded it. His speech was inspiring, his dedication to and respect for the Vanguard apparent in every word. It seemed⊠Strange, to say the least, that the dedicated new Elite would abandon his post. Luxe shares the same sentiment when you bring it up over dinner, their brows furrowing thoughtfully with a hint of concern.
âI can ask Wooyoung if he knows anything if you're worried. Theyââ
âNo,â Luxe cuts you off quickly and with a little bite, frowning, and you startle a little. They blink and take a breath, softening. âIt's okay. If thereâs anything I can do, I'm sure I'll hear about it at work. You shouldn't concern yourself with something like this.â
Slowly, you nod. There had been a darkness over their gaze when you brought up Hongjoong's AWOL status. As much as you wish you could pick it apart, you can see the shutters your sibling puts on the topic fall into place and latch tight. Theyâre worried, even if they refuse to admit it. Silently, you resolve to find a way to take the stress from their shoulders.
When you finish your shift, youâre a little surprised to find Wooyoung waiting outside the library for you, Yeosang by his side. The usually bubbly Rioter is curled in on himself, arms crossed over his chest and leg bouncing furiously. He's dyed his hair a bright shade of red since you last saw him, and you can't help but giggle a little to yourself at the thought that it nearly reflects his mood. Yeosang looks considerably less tense, but thereâs worry clear in his eyes as they dart between the library entrance and Wooyoung. He's the first to notice your approach and he seems to sigh in relief.
âY/N,â he calls, apparently relieved.
That seems to snap Wooyoung out of his thoughts, but not his sour mood. He jumps to his feet. You can tell he has something to say, but the way his eyes dart around anxiously send a silent messageânot here.
Sharing a worried glance with Yeosang. You turn to head home, unsurprised when the boys follow with no prompting. âYouâre worried about Hongjoong,â you say once youâre seated on the living room. He nods.
âI didnât think Luxe would have told you,â Yeosang mutters.
You shake your head. âThey didnât. Everyone in the Nexus is a terrible gossip.â
âI talked to Seonghwa,â Wooyoung says suddenly. Both you and Yeosang go quiet, focusing in on him. He thinks for a moment, jaw tight. âHongjoong had some kind of⊠Mental break before he disappeared. I guess he came home one night and Joong was panicking, muttering something about a lab⊠And then he just⊠shutdown. A few days later, he was gone.â
âHe was a Vanguard Sergeant, right? Maybe he just couldnât handle the stress. Luxe says itâs pretty common.â
To your surprise, both Yeosang and Wooyoung look at you sideways. âI didnât know him that well, but thatâs not like Hongjoong.â
Wooyoung nods in agreement with Yeosang. âHeâs always been really good under pressure. And heâs wanted to be in the Vanguard his whole life,â he says, âI canât imagine why heâd just⊠snap like that.â
âBut Seonghwa wouldnât lie to you, either. He cared about Hongjoong more than anyoneâthey were inseparable.â
Again, Wooyoung nods. Heâs silent for a long moment, then sighs. âWhat if this has something to do with that flu?â
Yeosang groans. You donât see Wooyoung as much, now that you have your careers to think about, but Yeosang sees him almost daily, you know. âNot everything has something to do with the flu, Woo.â
âOkay, but the guy directly under him in command got sick like the day after he left!â
âIf he were sick, heâd be in the hospital, not missing,â you say. âAnd Iâm sure that if the flu were making people have psychotic breaks, theyâd have more travel regulations than just âdonât go to the Outer Sector if you work in the Nexus.ââ
âWhat if theyâre trying to hide something like that, though? To not incite mass panic or whatever.â
âI donât think anyone in the Symposium is sober enough to register what panic is,â Yeosang chuckles.
You nod. âYou two can still travel to the Outer Sector, canât you?â
Both of them nod, Wooyoung frowning. âWith the usual amount of difficulty, yeah.â
âWouldnât they have locked down the entire Inner Sector if the flu was making people have mental breaks? Weâd know whether they wanted us to or not. Like half of the Outer Sector has this thing last I heard. Weâd be seeing it.â
Wooyoungâs frown deepens. âWould we, though? We donât know what happens in the Nexus, not fully anyway. They control what news we receive and what we donât.â He pauses, wringing his hands as he thinks. You and Yeosang exchange a concerned look. âHe was climbing the ranks. Heâs one of the most ambitious people Iâve ever known, and heâs never had any mental health issues, no matter what kind of stress he was put under.â He hesitates. âI think Hongjoong found something.â
âFound what, exactly?â
You and Yeosang spin, nearly jumping out of your skin at your siblingâs voice. Wooyoungâs head snaps up. Theyâre looming a little in the doorway to the kitchen, arms crossed and still in their uniform. **
âSomething,â he insists, standing. âI donât know what, but theyâre hiding something from us andââ
âWooyoung,â Luxe says, their tone carefully neutral. They look like theyâre still in work mode, and you can feel your stomach drop. It wouldnât be the first time Luxe has had an after-hours meeting at homeâyour motherâs well-being needs constant monitoring, so youâre within a five minute walk from the Watch Command Center, after all. âI think itâs time for you to go.â
Your friend balks for a moment. âWhy? Iâm trying to figure this out here! Hwa said there was some secret project Hongjoong wouldnât talk to him about, and now heâs missing! You canât tell me itâs not a little strange.â When Luxe says nothing, he takes a step forward, eyes narrowing. âIf you know something and youâre not spreading it like wildfire, then youâre no better than Soohyuk and his freaky little clique. Youâre suppose to be protecting the people, not feeding into whatever fââ
âThatâs enough,â a familiar, stony voice calls. General Nightingale steps into view behind Luxe, gaze icy. They bow their head and step back as Wooyoung pales. âYour concern for your friend is admirable, Jung Wooyoung, but I assure you there is nothing nefarious going on in the Nexus or the Vanguard. Though weâre not sure what caused Sergeant Kimâs desertion, I assure you that we are doing our utmost to find him and ensure his safety.â
Wooyoungâs jaw tightens, and you can see the contained rage behind his eyes. âSure.â
âI would watch your tongue a little more carefully if I were you,â she says, the corners of her mouth curling. âYou never know who may be listening.â
âNow, if you donât mind, do clear out,â Luxe says, smile tight. âI hate to bring work home, but this flu is only making tensions rise. We have a lot to discuss and itâs not for your ears, so if youâre sticking together, go to Yeosangâs or something.â
You hesitate, glancing between your friends, the general, and your sibling. Wooyoung grumbles something under his breath and leaves, Yeosang quickly following. With a shaky sigh, you watch them go, parting ways at the street. âIâll go check on mom,â you mutter.
Luxeâs weary sigh follows you upstairs.
The next morning, theyâre lingering in the dining room. âIf thereâs enough to be done that you needed to bring General Nightingale here, shouldnât you have gone in early?â
They sigh. âI wanted to talk to you. Things are chaotic in the Outer Sectorâthe war is worse with the flu, both sides are blaming each otherâŠâ They trail off, shaking their head. âNot the point. The point is, you need to be careful around Wooyoung.â
You blink, stunned. âWhat? Is this because of yesterday? You know he always says stuff like that.â
Their jaw tightens, eyes growing stormy. âAnd thatâs exactly why you need to stay away from him. For both of your sakes.â
âLuxeââ
âIâm serious. I donât know whatâs going on in his head, but it sounds dangerous. I know heâs your friend, but⊠Be careful, okay?â Their tone softens a little at the end, a bit of worry showing. âI have to go. Iâll see you later.â
Theyâre gone before you can say anything more, and you feel like thereâs a hole in your chest at the thought of honoring their request. So, you donât. Youâre quieter about it, letting Luxe believe that youâre being careful, but still spending lunches with both Yeosang and Wooyoung, though the latter does seem to keep to himself more often. Neither of them question why the three of you donât spend any time at your house anymore. He doesnât talk with you about his theories anymore but sometimes, when youâre filling them in on the latest gossip, you can see his gaze go dark as the cogs in his brain spin.
Thereâs one piece of information that you vow to keep to yourself, though itâs such big news that youâre sure the boys will learn of it sooner rather than later. Wooyoungâs theories keep coming back to you as you process it.
Theyâre hiding something. Hongjoong figured out what it was.
Seonghwa said he had some kind of mental break.
Why would he run away from everything he ever worked for?
When you see them that day, both of the boys look solemn. For once, you can tell Wooyoung isnât spinning up a theory or trouble, or if he is, the news is hitting him too hard to complete the process. Heâs the one who finally looks up at you from the strange stasis theyâre in with a slow blink and says it.
âPark Seonghwa was killed in action two days ago.â
YOU. WILL. WRITE. oh you want to write so bad. all the motivation is here. the plot is so good. words come to you so naturally. YOU ARE GOING TO WRITE. RIGHT NOW.
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Vignette: Sacrifice
Through The Darkness series (cybrsoup collab)
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Oh, his eyes. Theyâre what grabs Mingiâs attention the most.
Theyâre wide, dark, and far too alert, flicking from Mingiâs face, to the knife in his hand, to the nearest alley. Mapping exits, weighing risk. The boy likely would have fled already if he didnât look like the next gust of wind would blow him over.
âI wasnâtââ The boyâs voice cracks from disuse, fizzling out. His stomach speaks louder than he does, growling.
Vignette: Unity
from the Through the Darkness series. a cybrsoup collab.
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Luxe tosses a stack of papers in front of you silently. It stretches, heavy, as they hang their uniform coat neatly and you shuffle through the stack. Wanted posters; eight of them. You spread them out on the coffee table in front of you, tears welling once again in your eyes. Thereâs only one face you donât recognize.
âThis has to stop.â Your siblingâs back is to you, their posture rigid where theyâve paused at the base of the stairs. They sound weary, pained, and thereâs a shakiness to their voice that you donât think youâve ever heard before. âWhatever it is, whatever youâve gotten yourself wrapped up in, it ends now.â They flash you a sharp, steely glare. âMake it happen.â
The Watch Master leaves without another word. For the first time, perhaps in your life, you feel completely and utterly alone.
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