SKZ OT8

Sure, it’s not like you ever really envisioned yourself working behind a bar serving up liquor to sleazy men who were only there to watch girls take their clothes off, but you still had rent to pay. Plus, it’s not like you were going to become the ‘wealthy and talented’ dancer that the naïve dumbass of your youth once dreamt of being. Pathetic.

That dream was rightfully broken along with your leg when an accident caused an injury that would jeopardize your dancing career forever. Even if you worked through blood, sweat, and tears to get yourself back to normal, it didn’t matter. You would never feel that same freedom that dancing brought you ever again.

This was more realistic. Spectating dancers from behind a bar as they indirectly bumped fuzzies with each other on a pole that probably hadn’t been cleaned since this whole godforsaken building was constructed. All while they allowed anyone who was willing to pay enough to publicly assault them to make a few bucks.

You weren’t judging. They needed to survive this fucked up world just like anyone else.

“Hey tits-for-brains, left side has a crowd.” Your coworker sneered from the opposite end of the bar. Even though your shift ended thirty minutes ago and she knew it, it was fine. You could use the extra cash and it wasn’t like you had anything waiting for you outside these neon walls.

No family was going to wonder if you made it home safely. No lover was waiting at home with a freshly cooked meal. You didn’t even have any pets to look forward to snuggling up with due to your shitty apartment restrictions.

You were completely alone. But you didn’t care. You stopped caring about a lot of those small sentiments a long time ago. All you had to worry about nowadays was affording rent.

You wiped the sweat off your brow and unattractively dug the tight, revealing ‘uniform’ out from where it had been riding up your ass all night. Why they thought it was an acceptable idea to put their bartenders in fishnets and tight, leather romper suits was beyond you. But again, it paid the bills.

“We’re out of tonic and we take cards upfront, what can I get you gentlemen?” You recited to the group of smartly dressed business men. Hopefully they tip well…

“It depends on what you’re offering, dollface.”

“It looks to me like she has a lot to offer…” One of the men in the back snickered as he eyed you up. You had to restrain yourself from rolling your eyes.

Great. Another group of self-righteous perverts…

“We serve drinks here, boys. Your other options are up there on stage. If that’s not what you’re looking for, you’re in the wrong fucking place. Now hurry up, you’re crowding bar space.” You snarked, not at all in the mood to sweet talk these assholes. Fuck the tips.

“You’ve got some mouth on you, darling. I’m sure it has better uses than to bitch at paying customers.” One of the fat, ugly ones spat.

“Nope, that’s just about it. Now get something or get lost.” You huffed, becoming more and more impatient. You weren’t in the mood tonight to play nice.

One of the bouncers, Jamar, the really tall, buff, and intimidating one that you had become fond of, took his post behind the group of men.

“Is there a problem here, ma’am?” He shouted over the loud music to you.

The five men looked behind them and then slowly up at your savior and then back at you. “I don’t know, do we have a problem here, gentlemen?” You challenged with a raised brow.

The balding, scrawny one sneered at you and turned to leave. “You’d better watch your back, doll. You might end up pissing off the wrong person someday.”

You rolled your eyes at the threat. “Thanks for the advice! Have a great night!” You lilted in a sickly sweet voice and you nodded your thanks to Jamar once the men finally left you the fuck alone.

His resulting shy smile bloomed a rare fondness in your chest.

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Shit, it’s cold as fuck out here…

You wrapped your well-worn coat around you tighter, but your uniform made it impossible to fight off the snow flurries that seemed to blow upward from the blanketed ground of the back alleyway of the club.

You had finally managed to escape your shift and quickly departed from the back exit, usually taking the front due to the squalor of the narrow stretch behind the building, but you were tired and hungry after your 12 hour shift and you were eager to escape.

You always found the snow beautiful and magical when you were younger, but now it was just a cold and wet slipping hazard that turned to black slush once trekked through enough. The snow back here was… nice… somewhat untouched, but with a grouping of large footprints off to the side that made you scrunch your nose in dissatisfaction.

Beautiful things always get destroyed eventually.

You hugged yourself once more before you made your trek down the alley to get to the lit-up street at the end that gave you respite from the near pitch darkness of the enclosed path.

You didn’t get far. Maybe a few meters or so, but you were a fucking idiot and didn’t quite find anything alarming about the aforementioned footprints.

*****TW*****

The cold, clammy hand around your mouth is what you felt first. Strong and thick with the smell of cigarettes that made your stomach churn, said hand effectively gagging you with some wretched tasting fabric soon after and cutting off any words that you desperately attempted to scream out.

Next, you felt your feet lifting off the ground as two sets of hands picked you up and dragged you backwards, your mandatory work heels slipping off your feet and flying in the air as soon as you thrashed in their grip.

And, finally, you felt the crack of your skull as you were thrown up against the frigid brick wall behind a disgusting, overflowing dumpster with a pungent odor in a small alcove of the alleyway. “Stupid fucking cunt…” You felt a stinging punch meet its mark against your jaw and your vision flashed white.

When your sight cleared again, you looked up to see those same five, pretentious bastards looming over you. “I told you to watch your back, bitch. Now we get to put some use to you and that slutty mouth of yours.” The evil smile of the scrawny one gave you chills way worse than the ones you displayed from the cold snow you were shaking in.

You made a move to flee, but you were quickly blocked by a kick in the chest and you were knocked back against the wall again with a ‘thud’, successfully knocking the wind out of you. “Don’t even try, princess. Just be a good girl and let us have our fun.” Your eyes widened with horror as you saw the man undo his belt.

Panic and rage filled your veins as your aching body refused to give up.

You made another move to scramble away and another man kicked you so hard in the ribs that you could feel the snap of the bones they consisted of. You could barely even breathe from the pain, but you forced yourself to try again. Only to receive another punch to the face. When you tried the last time, the fat one from before crouched behind your thrashing body and pulled you into a full-on fucking Nelson hold, grabbing under your arms and locking his hands behind your neck to render you immobile. You attempted to kick the ugly motherfucker that was now kneeling down in front of you, but the fat man held you even tighter.

You felt an unnatural roll, and then heard a sharp ‘pop’ come from your shoulder as you screamed bloody-murder through your gag. You instantly felt the rest of your body slump, seizing all movements.

Everything was in agony.

All you could feel was pain.

And then suddenly, numbness…

It was as if, when your body became helpless, your mind decided to completely check out too. You willed your consciousness to separate itself from what was happening to you. If you didn’t, the events of that night would have shattered you forever. It probably still would either way…

Every stretch of tendon and bone, every slimy touch on your body, every rip and tear you felt as they shredded open all of your orifices with more than just their disgusting phalli, it would eat you from the inside out until there was nothing left. 

They stopped holding you down when they realized you were no longer moving and continued doing what they pleased to your body. Your eyes were glazed over and your tears had long-since frozen on your cheeks when they finally stopped flowing. Maybe your tear ducts wanted to become numb too…

*****END OF TW*****

As you disconnected yourself from your bloody and broken body, you gazed up at the night sky.

The snow was beginning to ease up on its descent from the unseen clouds… shame… the snow could have covered up all of this disgusting blood. Then it could be as if nothing ever happened…

A deafening noise and a splash of warm liquid across your face stole you from your internal distraction. You dared to look at your abuser, but you weren't quite sure what you were looking at.

There was, of course, the disgusting, revolting body of the man that was still in front of you, but the head…

It was everywhere…

Instead of a clean hole, the man’s brains were splattered all over your face and body. The remaining body seemed to just now realize that it had been properly decommissioned and promptly fell to the side and, thankfully, off of you.

The other men seemed to have taken a moment to process what happened as well as they stared in horror at the sight of their disfigured comrade. When their gazes shifted over to the exit of the strip club, so did yours. Your vision had slowly started to become cloudy, but what you saw was as clear as day. A man, not much younger than yourself it would seem, held a gun straight out and, without even blinking, easily took out the other four screaming men. One. By. One.

There was another young man that stood slightly behind the attacker while holding out a coat for him. Or was he a savior? The latter now staring directly at you…

His eyes… they pierced through you to your core and you felt like you had never seen anything more mesmerizing… Those orbs held galaxies…

He casually holstered his gun and allowed the other man to slide the sleek, heavy-looking coat over him. Both of the men were dressed to the nines as if they wore a million bucks a piece with their designer shoes, coats, and suits. Maybe they did…

There was a car you hadn’t seen arriving just at the end of the alleyway that seemed to be idle and waiting for them, yet the man remained staring at you with an unreadable expression. Not a sound was heard other than the running car and the muted noise from the club’s music inside.

What is he waiting for?

“M-Mr. Lee, sir, if I may, I don’t think we should just leave her here…” The young man behind him said.

The steely-eyed man sighed deeply as his eyes stayed glued to you, narrowing slightly. “So it would seem…” He glanced at the boy and then turned to begin walking to the car. “Jeongin, have my men collect her and bring her to my infirmary. Also…” He paused to look back at the corpses in disgust. “Have them clean up this filth…” And with that, the man was ushered into the back of the car and driven off onto the buzzing street.

It didn’t take long before you saw a large, nondescript van back up into the alleyway to produce a few well-built men. Your vision was really struggling now and you didn’t allow yourself to feel the screaming pain when they gently lifted you. You did, however, allow yourself to feel the satisfaction of seeing the five fresh body bags left behind you before black shadows swallowed your consciousness.

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“—need to— her right n—!“

“—et me—*crack*—now we—top the bleedi—!“

“—ou mean—on’t have—ny wome—?! After what they—she won’t want—!”

“We have no choice—ly solution we—“

“—will get infec—clean it!”

“Ugh! *shatter*—fine! —do what you have to do! —ust— out of it!”

“…*sigh*…don’t worry… we will take care of yo—“

…

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Small tid-bits of dialogue were swimming around in your aching subconscious as you felt the sensation of damp warmth being stroked across your body. You couldn’t escape the haze that invaded your brain and only a few sensations came into focus. Other than the cold surface you were placed on and the cool air that chilled your bare, damp skin, everything hurt.

A pinprick. You were almost sure it was in your arm, but your nerves were scattered.

Then darkness clouded your senses once more.

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“Hello, ma’am. I am Dr. Bang Christopher Chan, but please, you can just call me Chris, yeah?” You stared at the kind-looking man with the thick accent and couldn’t find it in yourself to show a reaction or even breathe a word. It was like your numbness switch was incapacitated and you could only sit there and observe your surroundings without a single light turning on upstairs. The only thing your mind could focus on was darkness and a general sense of wrongness.

The man had come to your attention not long after you regained consciousness. However, you had initially been overwhelmed with everything that had surrounded you.

First and foremost, pain. You could feel various amounts of pain throughout your entire body. Your head, your shoulder, your ribs, your… Well, your mind rejected any and all feeling in that one specific area, but all of it screamed in agony.

You analyzed the space around you and you seemed to be in some sort of… sanitarium? You weren’t quite sure due to the fact that it had rich wooden walls that stretched across the very large room and contained many things that would seem like personal items. A threshold across from the room held a full-sized couch with a television and blankets, some gym equipment in the corner, a full-sized refrigerator next to a small kitchenette and a fancy looking coffee machine.

It was like an apartment and hospital room in one.

He waited patiently for a response, but all you could focus on was the man’s bloodied scrubs. Your blood.

The man sighed and stepped toward where you were lying down on the plush, manual hospital bed, causing you to flinch at the sudden movement. He immediately halted and raised his hands in a harmless gesture. “It’s okay, trust me. I’m not trying to harm you…” You responded by eyeing him speculatively. 

Once you didn’t protest he moved closer again, despite your tense posture.

“Now, again ma’am, I am a certified doctor and surgeon so whatever happens here is strictly professional. I’m sure you have many questions…” Your eyes were glazed as you just looked up at the man, your hands involuntarily shaking.

You focused on his friendly eyes, full lips, and curly hair that made you want to run your fingers over the soft-looking ringlets. He projected an energy that subconsciously allowed you to lower your guard and his smile, albeit soft and careful, caused his eyes to squint endearingly and was as bright as the sun.

“I… I’m sorry ma’am, but I will need to perform surgery… I want to be straightforward so you know what needs to be done. Okay?” Your dazed eyes darted to the crease between his brows and then the medical tools on the table next to you.

Why would someone help you like this? You were no one. When you looked back at him, you managed to cock your head to the side in confusion.

The man politely smiled and stepped over to an x-ray film viewer on a nearby wall. “Thankfully I was able to get by with just a few stitches on your head, and there were no signs of internal bleeding so everything there has been taken care of. What we will need to do is go in and make some arthroscopic repairs under general anesthesia. First, I will need to make a few small incisions in your shoulder so I can use a camera to assess the damage and tether an artificial superior transverse ligament from your arm to your scapula and clavicle so I can repair and reinforce your rotator cuff tendons.”

Your head was already completely scattered and the use of so many technical terms didn’t help, but luckily he was vigilant in pointing to the indicated parts. Basically all you could confirm was that it was shoulder surgery. He paused for any questions that would normally be expected, but your silence offered him to continue.

*****TW*****

“I have already reset your broken ribs and, luckily, nothing was punctured, but…” He closed his eyes and sighed before looking at you softly. “I will need to examine the vaginal and anal canal to stop the source of the bleeding and assess the damage to repair as needed. Most likely with stitching. If you don’t mind me asking, are you menstruating currently?”

He paused for a moment, looking at you for a response. You didn’t have one to give other than a small shake of the head no. Your body wasn’t yours anymore so he could do whatever the fuck he wanted to do with it. That was what the world had come to apparently…

*****END OF TW*****

“Is there anything you would like to say?” You only zoned out on the x-ray projection in response and he sighed in defeat. “I will need you to sign a Non-disclosure Agreement and an Authorization form to approve the surgery…” You finally came back into focus when he stepped forward and handed you a clipboard and a pen. “I’ve highlighted the areas you need to sign and I will come back once the operation room is prepared for surgery. Yeah?”

The man turned to leave but, out of nowhere, one particular thought came to the forefront of your mind that crawled its way out of your mouth. “W-wait!” You croaked from scratchy and dry vocal cords. He whipped his head around so fast you were concerned for the state of his neck.

“Y-Yes! Yes, ma’m! *ahem* Go ahead…” He nodded for you to continue with pink ears from the embarrassment of his outburst.

“I…I can’t afford this…” You muttered while staring blankly at the papers in your lap. You could barely afford rent…

He gave you a warm smile and stepped forward, pulling out an old highlighter from his pocket and marking over a strand of text on the first page from the forms in your lap.

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COSTS AND BILLING FOR USE OF SERVICES FROM BOTH PROVIDER AND FACILITY:

All expenses for any procedure, before-and-after care, or any other treatment the patient is to be subject to at the property; will be fully covered and at no cost to the patient.

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You looked at the papers and recognized the different topics it covered, but honestly, your mind couldn’t focus for shit after he showed you that bulleted note. He tilted his head to bring your attention back to him and he raised his brows with a smile. “May we proceed as planned?” You blinked at him, then blinked your eyes back down at the paper.

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PATIENT or REPRESENTATIVE OF PATIENT (Print):

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GRANTOR (Print):

__________이민호 Lee Minho______________

ATTENDING PHYSICIAN (Print):

__방크리스토퍼찬 Bahng Christopher Chahn__

PHYSICIAN’S ASSISTANT (Print):

_________ 이용복 Lee Yongbok_____________

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Lee Minho? Who the fuck is he? Why would he care enough to pay for some random woman’s medical treatment?

“Who is Lee Minho?” You said, looking back up at the doctor. He gave you a tight lipped smile and then sighed.

“May we proceed as planned?” He repeated with a tone that indicated he wasn’t going to speak further on the matter. You narrowed your eyes in confusion.

You were the one to sigh now, cringing soon after from the ache in your ribs. “Can you at least tell me if I am required to offer anything in return?” He gave a curt nod and pointed once again to the highlighted letters.

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………… patient is to be subject to at the property; will be fully covered ……

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The doctor straightened once more. “For the duration of your healing process, which will take several months, you are required to stay here at the estate if you want the expenses to be paid for.” Your eyes widened.

Estate? You knew this wasn’t a regular hospital, but why would a person need a whole staff and operating room in their own home?! 

“Please, feel free to ask whatever you like. Just know that there are many things I might not be able to answer…” He reiterated with a soft smile.

You looked down at the pen that now rested on the clipboard and you picked it up. Staying here is preferable to going back out with severe injuries, or possibly, a medical bill that would most likely be more expensive than what you could earn in a lifetime.

You clicked the pen and half-heartedly signed the first page, flipping to the next one and repeating the process.

“Very well, I will go start the preparations for the procedure.” The doctor said as he bowed and left you to your paperwork. Shit, I hope I don’t regret this…

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Soft light and plush cushions surrounded you, but your focus immediately brought the pain in your shoulder to your attention. You attempted to move, but gentle hands settled you. You opened your eyes with a squint from adjusting to your surroundings, and a man with a gentle smile was by your bed.

His face was… angelic. He had a smile brighter than any you had ever seen and the sprinkling of freckles on his face highlighted his high cheeks and shining eyes perfectly. His long blonde hair was straight and tucked behind his ears, laying perfectly and flawlessly to sit atop his shoulders. The gentle hands that halted your movements were small and cute, and you felt at ease with him for a reason you couldn’t explain.

Well… that was until he talked.

“Easy there, darling. You don’t want to hurt yourself.” Your eyes widened at the demon-like deep voice with an accent that matched the doctor’s. How the fuck can something so intense come out of such an innocent looking man?! He retrieved his hands from where he held you back and cleared his throat. “You wouldn’t remember me because you were still pretty knocked out at the time I met you yesterday, but I am Lee Yongbok, Chris’ —I-I mean Dr. Bahng’s assistant with your operation and care. However, please, call me Felix.”

His eyes disappeared when he widened his smile and you couldn’t determine how you felt about the man. You looked at his wardrobe and he was dressed in a clean set of comfortable-looking white nurse’s scrubs. You then realized the rest of your surroundings.

Holy shit…

It was like a whole guest wing to itself! You could almost see this being a full-ass apartment if it weren’t for the lack of a kitchen! It sure as hell was bigger than your apartment…

The crown molding was floor to ceiling and above you hung a beautiful golden and crystal chandelier. The silky bed dressings were of cream and taupe that matched the rest of the room’s decor. All of which screamed luxury and elegance.

Yet, despite the awe-inspiring scenery, you felt nothing. Your face an expressionless husk.

Felix giggled and you realized that you probably looked stoned out of your mind right now. You flushed red, but he placed a gentle hand on your uninjured shoulder. “Would you like for me to help you sit up?” He offered and you took a moment to think, but you ended up nodding tentatively.

The man gently slid a hand down to support your back as the other slid under your knees to effortlessly lift you up and set you back against the plush headboard. Damn, he’s sure got some muscles on that lean body of his…

“I apologize that Mr. Lee doesn’t have any women among his staff to assist you, however I am a licensed nurse and it is in my best interest to provide whatever care is necessary for you. I promise that everything we do here is strictly professional and I encourage you to let me know if you are uncomfortable with anything. Yeah?”

You felt a small and brief spark of warmth erupt in your icy heart and you were lost in his kind eyes as you numbly nodded. What was with this dude that made you automatically trust him? He was no one to you.

He smiled at you fondly and handed you a small bowl with a large variety of pills and held a glass of water with a straw. You looked at the drugs specutivally and he seemed to sense your hesitation. “Don’t worry, ma’am.” He pointed at each pill in the bowl. “This one is just some aspirin to prevent blood clots. These are antibiotics to prevent various infections. This one is to prevent muscle spasms. This is an opioid for the pain. This one is to prevent UTIs and other urinary and vaginal infections. This one is antiviral. This one is a stool softener to reduce constipation caused by—“

“Okay, okay!” You tried to say, overwhelmed and embarrassed with the endless list, but it really only sounded like a dry croaking. You huffed a breath and downed them all in one, taking Felix by surprise and causing him to quickly hold the straw up to your mouth so you could wash them down.

“Wow! That’s impressive! Even I’m a baby when it comes to taking pills. I have to swallow them one by one with jello to help force it down!” He giggled and sat the items back down on the nightstand. He released a large sigh with a bright smile on his face. “Okay! Well it’s about time we get some food in that belly! What would you like? We have just about everything your heart desires.”

You narrowed your eyes at him with a quirked brow. Bullshit. Surely he was exaggerating for hospitality’s sake. He waited patiently for your response and you didn’t quite know what to say. You really didn’t want to take advantage of your host’s hospitality, so you decided to go with a simple approach.

“Um… I guess a grilled cheese sandwich would be nice… is that okay?”

He looked at you as if you were crazy before his expression gradually morphed into a gentle smile. “Ma’am, you can have anything you would like, are you sure that’s all you want?” 

You were slightly irked by his questioning. You were lucky to have a grilled cheese sandwich on a good day! It’s not peasant food! You knew you were being stubborn, but you gave a sharp nod and a curt, “Yes,” in response.

His smile softened further and he straightened his posture. “Do you have any food allergens?” When you shook your head no, he returned a brief nod. “Then I shall be back momentarily, there is a buzzer on the nightstand if you need me for anything in the meantime.

He offered a slight bow before he exited and you breathed a deep sigh of relief. FUCK my ribs hurt…

You took your seated form to your advantage and swiveled yourself with your good arm to sit on the edge of the bed. The rug beneath your feet felt like walking on a cloud and you flexed your toes as you stood up and got used to the woozy feeling from your recent anesthesia.

There was a door on the opposite side of the bed from where the man left and you went to investigate, hoping to find a toilet to relieve yourself and hopefully do something about your uncomfortable dressings down there.

You felt your knees weaken as soon as you stepped in the marble-floored room. This bathroom was unnecessarily huge.

In the middle of the massive room (that was about as big as your studio apartment) was a ginormous jet tub with a fucking FIREPLACE next to it. HOW THE FUCK IS THAT NECESSARY?!

On either side of the tub were a couple of chaise benches with soft upholstery and the countertop wrapped all the way around the fireplace to the back wall behind it. There were two doors on either side of the entryway and you decided to try the door on your right, still looking for the damned toilet.

NOPE.

Just a huge-ass walk-in closet! Who was this guy? Some kind of royalty?! I thought Felix said they didn’t have any women working here? You thought as you walked in and scanned your eyes over the expensive array of shoes, jewelry, and clothing.

“I hope the accommodations are to your liking.” You screeched and spun around at the deep voice of the man in the doorway and your body protested from the reaction. He took a step forward with a worried expression as he saw your obvious discomfort, but didn’t move any closer. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you! I just came to look for you since you weren’t in bed.”

You took a deep breath (ouch) to compose yourself and you shook your head. “N-no, it’s okay. I… I was just looking for the toilet…” He raised his brows and gestured to the door on the other side of the bathroom. “There is a private restroom for the toilet just over this way. However, I will have to go over the steps of care for a perineum tear first.”

Shit.

The explanation and steps were long and arduous, but he walked you through it step by step respectfully on the other side of the door. It was a bit difficult to do everything with one arm, especially changing the monster-sized pad they had in your underwear, but you managed to get things done.

When you finally returned to your bed, he rolled a medical overbed table up to you with a tray of a bougie looking sandwich with a small bowl of a delicious smelling soup and a glass of milk. You stared for a moment, and then looked up at him with a confused expression.

“Ah yes, my apologies. This particular dish is made with cheddar, Swiss, and Monterey Jack cheese with a sprinkle of arugula in between two toasted pieces of buttered sourdough. You don’t have to eat it, but I figured some tomato and basil soup would compliment it perfectly, plus, I like to dip my sandwich in it…” He whispered the last part cutely as if it were a secret. “Oh! And of course milk to promote healthy bone strength!”

He grinned proudly and you felt the corners of your mouth being tugged upward in response to the adorable display. You looked back down at the food and you felt goosebumps scatter across your skin from how delicious it smelt. “You certainly don’t half-ass anything here do you?” You huffed a chuckle before you lifted one of the triangle-cut pieces of sandwich, reveling in the melted cheese that stretched across when separated from its other half.

You glanced at the man who stood by your side with a hopeful expression as you took your first crunchy bite, body sinking further into the bed at the euphoric taste and the way it melted in your mouth. How the fuck can a simple grilled cheese taste so good?

“Holy shit… you made this?” You mumbled, mouth still savoring the delicious food.

His face lit up like a Christmas tree. “Yeah! Do you like it?”

“Um. It’s legitimately the best sandwich I’ve ever tasted.” You quickly decided to dip the next bite in the soup as he suggested and, if your taste buds could orgasm, they did. “Oh my god…” You groaned and leaned your head back. Okay, it might be bougie as hell, but this motherfucker knows how to cook like a pro.

The man sat down on the edge of the seat next to your bed and smiled at the sight of you devouring his food. It was a bit awkward being watched eating, but the more you ate, the more you realized that you were actually really fucking hungry.

When you finished, not a crumb left nor an ounce of soup or milk remaining, he removed the tray and bowed, promising to be back later when it was time to get you ready for bed. You nodded with a smile you hadn’t even realized was present on your face and rubbed your stomach when he left.

You hadn’t eaten that well in years…

Your gaze floated across the room and landed on the huge tablet sitting on your nightstand. I’m going to have to ask Felix where my phone is… You thought as you grabbed the device and began playing with it. You squinted as you brought the bright screen to life and became confused as to what you were looking at.

It wasn’t a tablet, but a huge remote control.

You explored it and found that it not only controlled the TV, but also the lights, window shades, surround sound, and even the bed settings! You ended up playing with the damned thing for so long that, before you knew it, Felix was back with a whole bunch of supplies.

“Having fun?” He mused as he caught you playing with the different color settings for the lights. You hastily returned them to normal, embarrassed to be caught red-handed by the cute sunshine of a man.

“Y-yes, ummm…” Your attention was quickly brought back to an earlier thought. “Felix, do you know where my phone is by chance?”

You witnessed his face drop before chuckling nervously. “Oh *ahem* w-we didn’t see a phone on you when we found you…”

Fuck… you knew for sure you had it that night… “And you didn’t find it on any of the other…” You cut yourself off, feeling your stomach churn and head ache at the thought of those bastards.

Felix immediately picked up on the question and he smiled sadly. “No ma’am… we didn’t find it on them either…”

You swallowed the painful lump in your throat and nodded, your gaze suddenly extremely interested in the material of the bedding in between your restless fingers. “But don’t worry. Your work and housing have been dealt with so there is nothing that needs to be tended to while you are recovering.” 

You snapped your eyes to him with furrowed brows. How did they know all of your information and how to contact them? Why bother? “Felix…” He returned your gaze with a somewhat uneasy expression. “Why are you guys bothering with all of this? Why are you helping me? Who even are you people?”

He closed his eyes and let out a big sigh as he sat next to you on the edge of the bed. When he opened them again, he offered a kind smile. “Because we all personally have had our different struggles and hyu– I mean– we want to offer whatever we can to another wounded soul…” Your heart cracked a tiny bit and you deflated when he patted one of your restless hands. “Now let’s get you ready for bed, yeah?”

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The bath was… awkward.

Felix was a total gentleman and all, but the embarrassing part was the fact that you legitimately had to soak your damned pussy in a medicated bath several times a day. Felix had to be present so he could assist you getting in and out of the tub and walk you through the steps to properly clean yourself, but he miraculously didn’t make you feel uneasy about it.

He respectfully assisted you with removing your top to avoid irritating your shoulder while also protecting the sling in a plastic wrap, then turned away as you removed the rest of your clothes. He held out a hand when you were ready to get in the bath and then gently lowered you with his attention dedicated to supporting your balance.

Honestly, you couldn’t have asked for a better nurse.

However, after three weeks of the same routine every single day, you started to become a bit stir crazy. Yes, your suite was even bigger than your own apartment, but there was only so much one person could do while being cooped up inside a single room before going mad. Especially when memories and visions plagued you day and night.

Felix was a saint. He waited on you hand and foot and made the most delicious foods you could ever imagine. Plus, the more you talked to him and got to know him, the more you became fond of the man. He really was too precious for this world…

But Felix was the last person you wanted to see right now. After he gave you your nightly medications and bid you goodnight, you waited for the most opportune time to sneak out of your chambers. You were dying to get a taste of what was outside of those four walls.

The view definitely didn’t disappoint.

How the hell have you simply just been chilling out in such a ginormous mansion all along without even knowing?! You knew your chambers were over-the-top beautiful, but you never imagined this place being this gorgeous. Not to mention gigantic. 

The elegant hallway you stepped out into stretched on endlessly with rows and rows of doors lining it. When you stepped out onto the marble tile, the feeling was smooth and cool on your bare feet and your eyes couldn’t help but to scan the area in awe.

Your feet floated down the hall unbidden and, a little ways down the vast stretch, appeared a set of stairs leading downward with beautiful iron railing that curved and swirled elegantly. The railing was cool to the touch, giving you goosebumps, and you felt your senses being overloaded with the sheer wealth of this place.

Who the fuck is this guy?

You reached the level below you and widened your eyes in awe of the huge living area that had vaulted ceilings all the way up past the upper level. You found yourself suddenly feeling incredibly small amongst the beautiful, long halls and expensive furnishings.

As you were about to step forward and explore the level further, you faintly heard someone shouting from down the next set of stairs. 

Now, you usually keep to yourself fairly well, but with such a large part of your situation being held in the unknown, you couldn’t help but want to investigate. You quietly made your way down another level and, again, you were amazed with the wide, open space you walked into.

How many living rooms does one house need?!?!

After only one step into the area, you quickly whipped your head across to the other side of the grand entryway when you heard the yelling again. It was two men from what you could tell…

“I DON’T GIVE A FUCK WHO DID IT! I’LL FUCKING KILL THEM!” One of the men screamed, making you slightly jump as you peeked around the corner to see a man, again, not too much younger than yourself, standing in the doorway with an amused smirk on his face directed to whoever was shouting within the room.

“Oh no you won’t. You couldn’t live without them.” The amused man responded with a chuckle, crossing his arms and leaning against the door frame far too casually for a man listening to volatile death threats.

“Do you know how valuable that whisky was?! It was over a HUNDRED years old, Seungmin-ah. ONE. HUNDRED. They just chugged down a fucking relic like it was some cheap box wine!”

“Oh don’t even act like you don’t have the money to buy ten more of the same damned thing.” 

“IT WAS MINE!!!”

You inched closer around to try and hear better and moved to scurry to the next closest corner. However, you were halted midway when you heard a shatter come from somewhere inside the room. You gasped loudly and jolted to a stop in the middle of the hallway. Apparently, this brought the man’s attention to you and you felt like you had just been caught with your pants down. Well, that’s if you were wearing pants… all you were wearing was an expensive-looking silk nightgown and a robe draped over your shoulders and the hefty sling.

His eyes narrowed, and then you watched a cheeky smile pass over his lips. Without taking his eyes off of you, he spoke to the angry man in the room. “It seems you have a visitor.”

“...What?” The angry man’s tone turned deadly serious and you watched in horror as the man in the door beckoned for you to come inside.

With shaky knees, you forced yourself closer and slowly approached the room. You knew fleeing was futile.

When the man stepped aside and you finally breached the threshold, you took in the sight of a very large, very chic office. At one end, there was a sofa and a couple of armchairs, and on the other…

A man. The man. 

The man you saw that night. The man you saw murder five men in the blink of an eye, just as casually as if he was shooting a can of bug spray rather than a giant pistol, sat at a large desk at the opposite end of the room with a skeptical glare. Damn, he’s a lot more handsome now that you can clearly see his features…

It was quiet for a moment before the man you assumed was named Seungmin cleared his throat and bowed his head. “I’ll go find someone to clean up that glass for you Mr. Lee.” And the man strutted away, closing the door behind him and leaving the suffocating tension behind for you to drown in.

You unknowingly pulled your robe around you tighter with your free hand and took a meek step forward. “I, um… I apologize for intruding, but are you–”

“You can stay where you're at.” You stopped in your tracks when he sternly cut off your questioning. You must have looked like a fucking scared little puppy because he just rolled his eyes and pointed to the shattered glass at the base of one of the walls, a dark liquid dripping down the side of the rich mahogany. “I’m not too keen on you getting your bloody footprints all over my floors.”

You looked down at your bare feet, toes pointed slightly inward, and then back up at him. He’s not a very pleasant person, is he? You gave an involuntary, light huff (slightly less painful with the healing of your broken ribs) and stood up straight. “Are you Lee Minho?”

He narrowed his eyes at you and slightly rolled his chair back from under his desk, leaning back and manspreading with an indignant glower. “What if I am?” You watched as he laced his fingers together across the abdomen of his crisp, white button-up. The man wore pressed slacks and a collar-necked shirt with the arms rolled up making you wonder if this man ever dressed comfortably.

You swallowed the thick lump in your throat and willed yourself to stay calm under the gaze of the lethal man. “If you are, then I wanted to thank you.” His brows furrowed briefly in confusion before he composed his face once again. The action was so rapid you almost missed it. “Thank you not only for providing medical treatment and housing for me, but also for…” The words got stuck in your throat and it was like your mind desperately tried to completely disassociate yourself with that night. He seemed to share the sentiment.

“Well…” He cleared his throat and averted his gaze from you and pulled himself up to his desk again, quickly occupying his attention with his computer. “It’s not like I had much of a choice.” You felt a hairline fracture weaken your heart. “I was informed by the doctor that you will need constant treatment and care so that is what must be done. I have nothing to do with any of it except the fact that this is my house with a room I never use.”

He still refused to look at you and you felt your blood boil. How can a man do all of those things and say he had nothing to do with it?! You glared at the man’s face that was casted in a glow from the monitor in front of him and you clenched your teeth. “You can’t just–”

“Is that all? It’s late and you shouldn’t even be down here right now. I’m sure Yongbok made that blatantly clear.” Again, his snippy comment was directed to his monitor.

After a moment of silence, you decided not to play with fire as you resolved yourself to silently leave the room. However, not without slamming the office door behind you with a steaming temper. 

As you tucked yourself back into bed and closed your eyes, images of his fiery gaze flitted through your mind as you drifted off to sleep.

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“Ma’am, forgive me for asking, but did you happen to… explore the area outside of your chambers last night?” You stiffened where you sat on the couch in your room next to Felix as he asked you the question. You took a heavy gulp of the morning tea you were sipping on and the man must have sensed your tension. “It’s just… Mr. Lee mentioned meeting you…”

Did that asshole really rat on me to Felix?!?!

“He thinks that some stipulations may need to be revised in regards to your stay here…” Your anger must have shown on your face because Felix was quick to ease you. “Nothing necessarily bad! He actually thinks that it would be better for you to be able to explore the grounds.”

What?

“He figured that you would end up getting into trouble if you intentionally snuck around, so he is allowing you to have access to the main areas to satiate your curiosity.” The shock was surely evident and he giggled at your reaction as he gave you a friendly pat on the knee. “Now there will obviously be restrictions to where you can go but, before anything else, we might need to begin dressing you in more suitable clothes than nightgowns.”

He gave you a fond smile as you looked down at the thin material barely concealing your prominent nipples. You had gotten so used to Felix, not only helping you dress, but bathe you as well that you didn’t realize how comfortable you had become with him.

He stood up before you could think too much about it and held out a hand. “Come on! I’ve been dying to play dress up with you!” You smiled at his enthusiasm and slipped your hand into his outreached palm.

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You took a large breath as you took a step outside of your room and Felix chuckled. “Don’t forget you have a tablet on you if you need me to ask permission on where you can go or if you need me for anything alright?” You offered a grateful smile and he squeezed your hand briefly before walking the opposite way down the hall.

You explored everywhere.

This mansion was big enough that it would take months to become even remotely familiarized with it. Bronze metal accents and crystal light fixtures adorned the entire abode and you felt like a filthy peasant among such riches. This place wasn’t made for people like you…

Even the clothes Felix put you in seemed wrong. A soft, beige cotton loungewear set that seemed to fit your body perfectly. You could immediately feel that the material was of the highest quality and you were hesitant to even let Felix dress you in it. It might just be loungewear, but you were sure it was about the cost of an entire paycheck for you.

After only a couple of hours of exploring, you found yet another set of stairs, seemingly leading underground. And you obviously had to explore! Anything to keep you from going back into that room to be consumed by your inner demons.

Only halfway down the staircase, you felt the reverberating beating of some bass music and a sensual melody coming from somewhere below. Before you could think twice about it, your feet gravitated toward the intriguing tune, determined to discover the source. The hall it led you down was long, narrow and dimly-lit and you had the distinct feeling that you weren’t supposed to be down there, buuuut you were never explicitly given instructions to avoid it, so that means it’s fair game, right?

The open doorway at the end of the hall gave you a glimpse of a glamorous, low glow and seemed to scintillate with rotating LED lights that drew you in with every step. You didn’t even realize the sound of voices permeating the room until it was too late.

“Well what do we have here?” Your feet froze mid-step when you heard the smooth voice of a man over the lustful music.

Looking back at you were eight sets of wide eyes. Well… nine if you included the topless woman in front of them clinging onto her designated stripper pole in nothing but some flimsy, lace undies.

Turns out the party lights were a perfect indication of what you should have expected from the bass and joyful male voices. The cushioned platform that the pole and, ultimately, the stripper were mounted on was surrounded by a plush booth that formed a semi-circle around the woman.

It wasn’t until you saw a few recognizable faces among the eight that you realized that you fucked up. There was that one young man you saw the night you were found, but the ones your attention shot to first were Sengmin, Felix, Dr. Chris, and…

“Minho hyung, I didn’t know you ordered another one!” One of the unrecognizable ones with the massive biceps lilted joyfully. Your eyes widened in shock as you took in the sight of the man in question and his absolutely furious, bone-chilling glare his eyes fixed you with.

“I didn’t.” Minho said, gritting his teeth, grip on his beverage so tight you thought the glass might shatter.

Felix sprung to his feet. “I’m so sorry hyu– Mr. Lee! I will escort her out imme–”

“Don’t bother.” Minho said, promptly cutting the trembling boy off and shoving his drink in the hands of another unidentified man next to him. When he stood up and started marching toward you, you could feel your body shrink in on itself before he firmly grabbed your uninjured arm and dragged you from the room.

Once he had properly hauled you back into the corridor and slammed the door behind him, he shoved your arm away and glowered down at you with a curled lip. “What the FUCK is wrong with your head?! Did I, or did I NOT say there were restrictions as to where you could go?! Are you fucking stupid?!”

Now you could understand a bit of frustration, yes, but this was downright absurd. What was this guy’s deal?

You felt your blood boil and you felt an urgency rise up in you to defend yourself. You made yourself as tall and intimidating as you could muster and you yelled right back at him. “What’s wrong with MY head?! I’M not the one forcing YOU into a random house with random people with ridiculous living restrictions!” He raised his brows and rapidly blinked, as if he couldn’t fathom the possibility of someone talking back to him. “And FURTHERMORE, if you didn’t want me coming down here, you should have been more specific with the places you wanted me to stay out of in this ginormous, godforsaken house in the first place!”

He was quiet for a moment before he took a breath and closed his eyes. His voice gradually became more tense as he stated, “I would watch my tone if I were you, I am not known for my patience. (Fucking crazy bitch…)” He growled as he inserted the last part under his breath and stepped back. You took a breath to retort, but he instantly turned around and headed toward the room again. “Just don’t fucking come down to this level and stay out of my office and any rooms that have names on them. I’ll just fucking lock everything else. That should be simple enough for you, yeah?” He added with a side-eye and a condescending tone before going back inside and slamming the door in your face.

This motherfucker… Who the fuck does he think he is to just treat people with such a demeaning coldness?! Providing health care be damned, you never wanted to bump into him again for the rest of your recovery.

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Later that night, around the time you usually were scheduled to get ready for bed, Felix rushed over to you in a panic. “Ma’am! What are you doing?!”

You huffed a bitter chuckle.

After your little escapade into the lion’s den earlier, you were so pissed off you felt like you could go crazy. Luckily, fate was on your side. You happened to pass by a long, curved bar top with oodles of different alcohols on display behind it.

You got to work.

Shot after shot and cocktail after cocktail eventually caused an easy-going demeanor to rise in your heated blood stream. Who cares about that fucker? I refuse to let him get in the way of my good time. That asshole should be busy being a good host rather than a salty bastard who thinks he’s too good for people like me. That shitty attitude will come back to bite him in the ass sooner or later and I won’t feel even the slightest bit of sympathy towards him.

You gave yourself a determined nod to your reflection in the glass of your empty drink as you spent what felt like hours at that same bar top.

“Ma’am! Can you even hear me right now?” You were suddenly reminded of the blonde presence next to you and you smiled up at him.

“Felix! Bu- “belch” buddy! C’m driiiink wif me! Keep me companyyyy!” You joyfully bellowed as he turned your stool around to face him and you pouted your lip when you saw his worried expression. “*Dramatic gasp* Lixie wha’s w- *hiccup* wrong?! Did thah butthead Missster Minho do sumfing to you? Of forking courz! I dun’t know how yuh can stand working f’r em. *hiccup* He’s a comple–”

“MA’AM!” He cut you off brashly and your eyes widened, not used to him using that tone of voice. He sighed as he seemed to try and compose himself before he looked into your unfocused eyes again. “He might not seem like it, but he is not actually that bad. In fact, he’s a really kind-hearted and good man.” You rolled your eyes and Felix spoke up again. “You aren’t supposed to be drinking with the types of medications you’re on. I suggest we get you some water and get a good night’s rest. You’ve had an… eventful day.”

You pouted throughout the whole process, but you ended the evening buried in your covers as you cursed the clear, deep brown eyes of his that plagued your mind the whole night.

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Why you suddenly started to see him everywhere after that day, you had no clue. You quickly evaded Minho any time he just so happened to pass you in the house, but not before you muttered an audible ‘narcissistic asshole’ and he muttered ‘crazy bitch’ in response.

The next time you happened to properly talk to the man was, again, by complete accident.

You had gradually become more and more depressed as the days dragged along. You tried television, exploring, and even completed five different puzzles that you scattered among the multiple surfaces in the house, but you just constantly felt empty.

Your mind grew heavier and heavier with dread for your future. You had surely lost your job, suddenly up and leaving out of nowhere. You had no clue what would happen to all of your belongings that were left in your apartment. When you fully recovered, where were you supposed to live? How could you possibly find a well-paying job in this shit economy? You couldn’t even afford to buy a hot meal once you got out, let alone buy the necessities you needed to survive!

The day before your six week checkup, Felix found you curled up on one of the poolside chairs with the bottle of Jack Daniel’s you had been nursing on, gaze zoned out into the ripples of water that the wind had brushed over with its graceful movements and feather-light touch. You envied the elements, all having just one job and that was to just simply be themselves. They didn’t have to worry about human struggles like unemployment, housing, or poverty. 

And this motherfucking wind was just flaunting it right in front of your salad! Fuck you wind!

Felix calmly walked over and sat down beside you with a contented sigh. You knew he had noticed your mental struggles over the past several weeks, it was only a matter of time before all of his efforts of keeping you entertained would become too tiresome for him. He had already grown tired of keeping you away from the bottle.

He surely has more important things to do than babysit a weak, defenseless woman like me. I wouldn’t blame him if he just stopped helping me altogether… The painful thoughts piled up in your mind like an anthill with all of the insecurities crawling underneath the surface uncomfortably. You had never known yourself to be so self-deprecating…

“Lovely weather isn’t it?”

You deadpanned over at him and he looked confused. “Really? The weather? How cliché of you…” You didn’t realize until after the words left your mouth how rude you were being. You sighed and dropped your head into the palm of your uninjured hand. “Sorry, Felix. I guess I’m just… tense.” You groaned.

He gave you a light pat on the back and smiled sweetly at you. “It’s quite alright, love. Are you excited to finally be free of that sling tomorrow?” He said with a hopeful grin that was the definition of contagious.

Your labial tear finally fully healed a couple weeks ago and you were finally able to breathe without pain shooting to your ribcage, so you were more than thrilled to be rid of the last damned thing restricting your movement. “More than you know.” You huffed out a chuckle and his face lit up.

“Hey! Do you want me to show you a room that I think you’d really like?” He seemed like an excited puppy from the way he asked and who were you to deny him?

“Sure, let’s go.” You said with a tired sigh as you stood with your whisky bottle.

He ended up dragging you over to the detached wing of the house in the back that you had yet to explore (mostly because it was locked every time you tried) and he led you all the way to the top floor before stopping in front of some beautifully carved mahogany double doors. As he opened them, he seemed to be looking forward to showing it as much as you were to seeing it.

Your eyes adjusted to the light pouring out of the far glass wall that led to a large balcony, but what was held in the room before it had you gasping in excitement. It was an entire entertainment room dripping with luxury and expensive activities everywhere.

The theme that surprisingly matched the marble and mahogany walls was black and white with matching poker tables, pool tables, and foosball tables. Not to mention the plethora of video games and consoles. 

Again, you found yourself wondering just who this Lee Minho was to have such a plethora of riches. A CEO of some company maybe? A Senator? Fuck, if he was royalty you might have just unknowingly resigned yourself to a life of servitude.

Shaking yourself from those thoughts, you turned back to Felix with the widest smile you had had in a long time. “Play with me?” You asked him excitedly and he was more than eager to comply.

Due to your injured arm, you found out that all you could really do was play board games and drink, but still, it was a welcome change of pace. Again, Felix had long since given up on trying to keep you away from the liquor due to your unhealthy persistence. However, the alcohol hit you very much the same. 

“You know…” You began, thankfully still able to make clear conversation without slurring your words (you think). “You said that mister-golden-stick-up-his-ass was ‘not that bad’...” You rolled your eyes while using finger-quotations. “But I have yet to see any proof of that.”

Felix replied with a long, dejected sigh. “Look, I know he has a gruff exterior, but it’s not his fault. He has to be that way for… many different reasons…” The blonde abruptly bit his tongue and looked back down to the game in front of him with a worried brow. “Um, it- it’s your turn…”

You narrowed your eyes and picked up the dice. “Well you know what I think? I think he just likes seeing people squirm. I think he belittles everyone around him to make up for his little, tic-tac-sized co—“

“I think I can assure you that’s not the case.” You jolted out of your seat at the unexpected voice from behind you, causing you to spin around and face the man immediately in your panic. Minho had fury in his eyes. Even his quick and calm words were spoken from in-between his teeth.

Your eyes shot wide open. “I—“

“OHMYGOSH! You're that one girl that walked into one of our meetings!” A handsome, round-faced man from behind Minho said with a bright smile. Pft, a meeting? Is that what they call it? “Shit, hyung… she’s gorgeous…” You vaguely heard the round faced man mutter to the older son of a bitch man.

You seethed at the scoff from in between the elder’s lips as you glared each other down. He clicked his tongue in amusement. “Please, Hannie. She’s just a tiny little pest that bites the hand that feeds her.” He said without straying his eyes from yours. He grew a sinister smile before bending down to your level. “Isn’t that right, little Tinkerbell?”

“Tinkerbell?!?!—“ You exclaimed with disbelief. You weren’t that tiny…

Your blood was boiling and, before you could execute your retort or kick him in the balls, the other man pushed past the elder and grasped your free hand. “I’m Han Jisung. It’s a pleasure to meet you, beautiful.” The man said with a kiss to the back of your hand and a wink. 

You found yourself blushing and sputtering instead of tremoring and cowering like you expected from a random man’s touch. You introduced yourself while a shy smile crept its way onto your face and his resulting smile was blinding and radiant.

Your ears registered a huff before the man was quickly yanked back away from you. Your brows furrowed, and you studied their interaction as Minho turned his back to you to whisper in the other man’s ear. Although you tried, you couldn’t make out the words that were transpired, which made the reaction from Jisung all the more concerning.

The younger man just widened his eyes at you as if he had seen a ghost. What the fuck did that man say to him? That you were some whore from a strip club he found laying behind a dumpster in a pool of blood like a dying rodent? One that he, for some reason, felt obligated to nurse back to life? Surely that’s what he must have thought of you. Hell, your work ‘uniform’ could have had him pegging you as a stripper yourself!

You felt stupid angry tears well up in your eyes. “Pity we can’t enjoy our time in my own damned game room due to–” Minho said as he slowly turned back to you before he halted his words completely once seeing your face.

Fucking stupid emotions. The fucking betrayal of your own goddamned tear ducts! You looked to the ceiling to will the tears away before you returned his gaze which was frozen in what looked like… surprise?

“Don’t bother.” You said with a crack to your voice. “I’m finished with this place anyway.” You growled as you shoved him aside and ran as fast as you could back to the safety of your room.

You had never been more eager to return back to your shitty life from before than you did at that moment.

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“Wh-what do you mean?!” You squealed at Chris.

“I mean that, although you may remove the sling and start using your arm again, you still need to stay for several more weeks to properly heal with physical therapy and exercises.”

“And I can’t just do that on my own?!”

“As you were told, you will be staying here throughout your entire recovery process before being released from my care. That includes post-op treatment and therapy.”

You threw your sling across the room in a rage. “I’M HEALED, OKAY? I don’t need anymore of this bull–” You flung your arms up in a defiant gesture before a flash of blinding pain shot throughout your entire arm and made you almost vomit mid-sentence. You chalked the tears running down your face to being caused by the pain and not the immense disappointment with your situation.

You felt a gentle hand rest on your arm before the doctor took another look at your bare shoulder to make sure you didn’t damage anything. “I’m sorry…” He said softly and you let your tears flow free in defeat.

It shouldn’t be so awful. You could be drowning in hospital bills and having to take care of yourself without any assistance. Or worse, you could have been left for dead. But in the hands of such a volatile man with unsuspecting and uncertain motives? What could you possibly have done in your past life to deserve this life? No amount of riches and luxury could make up for the deep black pit that enveloped your soul. 

Numbness. You needed back your numbness.

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MINHO’S POV

He couldn’t hold his leg still, the bouncing coming completely involuntarily. He felt a gentle hand rest on his knee and his eyes floated over to his best friend’s soft smile.

“Honestly, hyung. Am I rubbing off on you?” Jisung said lightheartedly, to which Minho replied with a scoff.

“You wish. You just want the satisfaction of having any sway over me.” The elder teased half-heartedly, eyes still glued to the papers on his office desk the two were busy organizing.

He had read the same sentence about thirteen times and he still couldn’t keep his eyes from straying to the clock or the office door.

“But I DO and you know it.” The younger said with a taunting poke to the other man’s cheek. Minho knew he was right, but he didn’t want to admit it. He always prided himself on being able to keep himself composed in even the most taxing and dangerous situations. But with Jisung, he was just… different.

The sound of footsteps that were heard down the hallway made the man stiffen immediately and Minho closed his eyes to collect himself before he watched a blonde head peek in the doorway.

“Hey Lix! What’s the news on our lady?” Jisung chirped and Minho snapped at him.

“She is NOT ‘our’ anything, Sung.” The younger man just rolled his eyes and returned his attention to the man at the door.

“Well…” Felix said while folding his hands and adverting his gaze to his pristine shoes. “She still won’t eat and she still wants to be left alone… She said she…” He flitted his eyes up to Minho momentarily before dropping them again. “She said she can take care of herself and doesn’t need help from… and these are her words not mine… ‘a pretentious motherfucker with a stick up his ass and a cock down his throat.’” Felix winced at his own words and Jisung sputtered a suppressed laugh.

“Wow hyung, do you think she knows?” Han said, beyond amused.

“Jesus, Han. It was ONE TIME! And don’t give me that look, we were all wasted and you were more than willing.” Minho narrowed his eyes at the younger who still wore a suppressed grin. Minho sighed and rubbed his hands on his face. “I think I should talk to her.” He said, resolute.

“Hyung, I don’t really think that’s a good ide–”

“Well I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to finish that sentence, Yongbok. Now, go cook up something for me to bring to her.”

Felix looked like he was about to protest until he cowered from the fiery glare of the elder.

It wasn’t long before Felix returned to Minho’s office with a giant tray of hot, steamy goods and a large mug of herbal tea. He even added the pretty little glass kitty stir stick for the side of honey he offered for the tea. 

Minho smiled fondly. That was the stir stick he had bought for Felix on their last business trip to Japan. He was happy to see it was still being used.

Without a word, Minho stepped up to the blonde boy and ruffled his hair. He then uncuffed and rolled up his sleeves before taking the tray from the younger’s hands and calmly walking upstairs.

*****TW*****

Three knocks. Three more knocks. Silence.

Minho sighed. “Look, I know you don’t want to be here and I know I’m probably the last person you want to see, but we need to talk.” Minho said through the closed door loud enough to be heard from the entire upper floor.

Silence.

He felt his temper rise before he closed his eyes and composed himself once more. “You will have to come out eventually and I would rather it be on… pleasant terms. I will not repeat myself!” 

Silence.

He felt his patience dwindling. He balanced the tray on one hand and tried the doorknob, consequences be damned.

Locked.

What the fuck was this bitch’s problem? “Okay, look. Either you open the motherfucking door or I will force my way in, got it?!”

When he was still met with more silence, he snapped. Making sure the tray was still secure, he immediately grabbed the key that was kept on the top of the doorframe and violently unlocked and swung open the door.

His blood ran cold at the sight before him and the food instantly crashed to the ground, dishes shattering, tea splattering, and stir stick bursting into a dozen pieces. 

It wasn’t often that Minho panicked, but that was exactly what he felt at that moment. Panic.

“Y-YONGBOK! CHANNIE-HYUNG!” The man screamed at the top of his lungs as he rushed past the threshold.

Minho was barely ever shaken. Not even when his life was threatened countless times. But seeing you, the empty pill bottle, and the purple color of your lips on your unconscious body? He felt an intense fear tremble through his core.

Had he triggered this? Was this his fault? Should he have been more careful with you? What could he have done better? Whatever it was, he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if you didn’t survive this.

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Without further ado, he lifted your lifeless body and adjusted you on the floor to be on your side before promptly attaching his lips to your own as he desperately tried to breathe life back into you. He didn’t give a fuck if you ended up vomiting all over him.

It wasn’t long before sprinting was heard down the hall and, not only did Chan and Felix barge in, but the entire rest of his group rushed in as well, guns drawn and eyes peeled.

It took half a second of shock to register on their faces before they leaped into action. 

Again, Minho was barely ever shaken… but he was.

*****END OF TW*****

END OF MINHO’S POV

To be continued…

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The next chapters will be a lot less heavy I swear. Just be patient please. 🥺

I haven’t really written anything THIS serious, so I hope the series will be okay. Especially for @linoots who didn’t ask for any of this violence, but just requested the general prompt… Sorry baby.

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You were an Omega werewolf which means you weren’t a part of any pack. You were a lone wolf. After your parents died, you had no one to go to. No friends, no family, nothing. You might as well just die.

Except, you knew your parents wouldn’t want that so you had to persevere and try to at least survive for as long as you can on your own. Throughout your whole life, you weren’t really able to detect any werewolves near you despite your amazing supernatural sense of smell.

So you thought you were alone from now on. Little did you know, the previous town you lived in just didn’t have your kind.

The 8 of them were a pack. To be more specific, they were in Chan’s pack. Chan was their leader but also an Alpha along with Minho and Changbin. Meanwhile, Hyunjin, Jisung, Felix, Seungmin and Jeongin were Betas. They’ve been together for quite a while now where Chan was initially only with Minho, Changbin and Hyunjin before he took in the other young ones after a few unfortunate circumstances.

Chan has been teaching them how to hunt, enhance their skills and basically provide them food and shelter. They were more like brothers instead of friends or acquaintances. Their bond was stronger than anything else. If one was injured, the other would know even if they were miles apart.

It was a warm Tuesday afternoon, the boys were just having lunch at their usual table when Changbin’s nose began to tickle with a strong scent, only for the others to smell it too right after.

“Hey, do you guys smell that?” Changbin asked quietly, earning a few nods from the rest.

Since Chan, Minho and Changbin were Alphas, they have slightly stronger werewolf senses compared to the others and they could tell that this scent was new. They knew a few other packs that were present on campus and were even friends with some of them but this?

This was a very new scent that they weren’t familiar with.

“Whoever this is, they clearly just transferred here.” Jisung stated nonchalantly.

“No shit sherlock.” Minho said, earning a low snarl from the younger boy.

“But where is it coming from? I would know if they’re in the room with us… Looks like they’re in the grounds just not in this cafeteria…” Chan said as his eyes began to scan the entire radius of the cafeteria hall.

“But can you tell if it’s a male or female?” Jeongin asked curiously only for Chan to turn back to his brothers and nod.

“It’s a female.”

A few minutes later, they were all gathered for the talk session they had with a motivational speaker regarding the academics. The 8 of them were seated in the middle row of the lecture hall. It was already filled with students from all courses, leaving only a few seats empty. One of which was at the very end of the row below them, right by the aisle and just in front of Felix.

Soon enough, the man began talking and introducing himself to the audience. The boys were just seated there, barely focusing. Neither of them were properly listening to the speaker.

However, their attention was soon diverted intensely when the same scent from earlier only grew stronger by the minute. Before they could even ask each other about it, a new face came stumbling in the main doors.

That’s when they realized where that scent was coming from.

It was you.

You were running late for the motivational talk which is why you were now sprinting across the campus to reach the main building which held the auditorium. Upon arriving, you managed to find the right hall after what felt like forever. The minute you pushed the double doors open, you were immediately met with at least 400 pairs of eyes.

The man standing on stage simply smiles at you and asks you to take a seat wherever you could find. He was nice and you could tell. However, your mind was currently spinning from the overwhelming amount of scents you could clearly smell in this hall.

There were at least 5 different werewolf packs in this room right now but there is one pack scent that was so strong and bold to you.

It literally stands out from the rest.

Just as you were about to walk to the steps on the side nearest to you, the strong grip on your forearm made you halt.

It was a lecturer you weren’t familiar with but you felt uneasy with him. The way he was staring at you from head to toe, his tightening grip on your arm made you wince.

“Are you a new student?” He asked lowly.

“Y-Yes.”

“Which class are you with?”

“I-I’m not sure. B-But I’ll just sit anywhere that’s available.” You frowned deeply before you yanked your arm out of his grip with a bit of struggle.

With that being said, you rushed up the steps towards the empty seat right next to the aisle. The moment you sat down, your fiery glare travelled back to the lecturer who was standing at the same spot he previously was in but his eyes were on you.

Damn him.

However, your mind seemed to grow fuzzy with the sudden strong scent that was intoxicating your senses now. It was so strong, as though whoever or whatever they are were extremely close to you.

Just then, the soft touch on your forearm made you flinch as you turned to come face to face with a pretty girl. She didn’t have any particular werewolf scent on her so you knew she was an ordinary human.

“Do you know which class you’re in?” She asked.

“Umm… I… I haven’t checked my timetable.”

She giggled softly before she continued, “Don’t forget to check it later so you know where to go after this. I’m Yeri by the way. You are?”

With that being said, you gave her a small smile before telling her your name.

“Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you Y/N. If you need help with anything, just ask okay?”

You nodded a little to acknowledge her but then your trail of vision got diverted to the male sitting a few seats diagonally above yours. What made you focus on him was the fact that his eyes were boring into yours. It wasn’t creepy or uncomfortable though. It was more like curiosity. You hold your stares for a bit and that’s when it hits you.

The scent.

It was from him.

A few nights had passed, there was going to be a full moon tonight so you decided to go hunting. Your aim was to practice your survival skills, one that your father taught you when he was still alive. You didn’t bother bringing any change of clothes, telling yourself you would most probably just go to your parent’s secret hideout in the woods.

So here you are, in the middle of the woods alone, finding yourself standing in an empty spot that had the full moon just directly above you. This spot wasn’t new to you.

This is where your parents violently got killed by the werewolf hunters.

During that horrible incident, you were hiding behind one of the huge trees after your parents told you to run. The last thing you saw was your father’s head being decapitated mercilessly before you took off running on all four paws.

Running as fast as you can, praying that the hunters didn’t catch you.

Lucky for you, they didn’t. And yet, you knew they would do everything in their will to continue finding you which is why you moved.

You were taking in the beautiful moon, deciding to change into your furry self so that you could move freely through the woods. After about an hour of just running and strolling through the woods, playing in the lake, chasing bunnies, you figured you wanted to take a quick rest.

It wasn’t until you stepped onto a pile of dead leaves that the sharp click followed by a loud snap echoed through the woods. A shrilling howl left your lips as the pain began to crawl up your broken hind legs where your human ankle would be.

You whimpered in pain, your entire body collapsing to the ground when you realized you were trapped.

Just then, a soft click of a shotgun’s hammer sounded as they locked the bullet in place and were left with pulling the trigger. Your vision was getting blurred from the tears welling up in your eyes.

Your bright gold eyes were flooded with tears, a weak whine leaving your lips as you looked up at the man who killed your parents a month ago.

“Say goodnight. Your parents are dying to see you in the afterlife.” He said while he pointed the gun to your forehead.

However, before he could pull the trigger, a low growl came from somewhere behind you.

The last thing you saw was a larger silver coloured wolf lunging itself onto the hunter and soon began to wrestle with him, only to receive help from another wolf equally the same size but a light brown colour.

And a few seconds later, you passed out cold.

The boys were in their wolf forms, strolling through the woods like they usually do except tonight with the full moon shining down at them. Everyone was having their own fun. Chan and Minho were lingering behind their younger brothers, watching over them and their safety.

Changbin was walking with Jeongin in the centre, once in a while playfully nudging Jeongin’s side with the tip of his snout.

Jisung, Felix and Hyunjin were playing catch but making sure to stick close by while Seungmin was just breaking out into small jogs and twirls excitedly whenever he comes across a field of dandelions on the grass patches.

They were all roaming freely together when all of a sudden, a shrilling scream echoed in their sensitive ears making them all halt to a stop.

“What was that?!” Jisung asked through telepathy, only for Chan to transfer his message to the rest of the boys through his mind.

“I don’t know but it sounds close by.”

“I don’t feel good about this. I think someone’s injured.” Hyunjin said worriedly. However, before anyone could continue, a certain scent intoxicated Minho’s nostrils and he knew exactly what it was or who it was.

“It’s that new girl from school. She’s caught in a metal trap. We have to help her. Now!” Minho said firmly as he began running through the woods, using his sense of smell to try and detect your location. The minute he saw the man standing over your limp body with one of your hind legs horribly clamped between the metal bars, Minho raced over to you.

Right before the man could pull the trigger, Minho leaped out from the shadows, sending the man flying backwards along with himself. Minho tackles the man easily as he growls in the man’s face.

Chan soon joins in to give Minho a hand. Chan bit the shotgun and tosses it far from reach.

Right when the man began to plead for them to spare his life, Minho lets out one last growl followed by a hiss before he bites the man’s head off without a single ounce of mercy.

Normally, Chan does not condone violence to his pack. He only allows it during a life and death situation and if it involves werewolf hunters.

After the hunter’s body was laying there limp, like a headless chicken, Minho licks his canine teeth tasting the disgusting blood coating them. His glowing red eyes bore deep into the limp body, feeling anger taking over him until he heard Seungmin’s soft voice through the telepathy.

“Hyung, she fell unconscious.”

With that, Minho turned around as he and Chan quickly went over to where your body laid.

Your chest was barely moving, your leg was bleeding and probably broken, there was no sign of other injuries except for your leg.

Meanwhile, Changbin, Felix, Hyunjin, Jisung and Jeongin were guarding the perimeter, senses heightened so as to be able to detect any danger coming their way just like how Chan had trained them to perfection.

Chan sniffed the metal trap to try and see if he could break you free from it.

“Minho, bite the other clasp. I’ll bite this side then we’ll try and pull it apart.” Chan said as the younger one walked around Seungmin and soon bit down one side of the clasp like Chan says.

The two of them managed to free your broken leg from the metal trap but now, your leg was bleeding quite a lot.

“What should we do now?” Seungmin asked.

“Take her back to our place. We’ll treat her injuries and wait till she wakes up.” Chan said firmly, earning a nod from the two boys.

Chan called the others over, asking Changbin to help him carry your limp body together.

Chan slides his head under your shoulders while Changbin does the same beside the leader. Once they were both standing on all fours, your body was splayed over their backs horizontally with your head hanging over the side of Changbin’s furry body.

They brought you back to their home, only for Felix to attend to your injury. After they had transformed back to their human self, they wore back their clothes before they went to make sure you were okay.

Felix had just finished cleaning your bloodied wound, washing it with rubbing alcohol to get rid of any bacteria when you slowly began to transform back into your human self.

Of course, you were still unconscious but you were now laying on their couch butt naked with your private parts shielded by your arms and the cross of your thighs.

Nevertheless, the boys quickly diverted their gazes away from you even though you weren’t awake.

They respected you being the only female in the house, which is why Hyunjin ran to the nearest room to get a cosy blanket and soon came back, covering your naked body with it. Felix managed to wrap your leg with the bandage but that was it. They wouldn’t want to help you wear any clothes simply because that would mean they would have to handle your nude self.

Since you were practically strangers, they weren’t gonna do it simply out of respect for you. “Now we wait…” Chan announced as the rest of them nodded.

You didn’t know how long you were out but the sudden warmth and soft material hugging your body made you stir awake. You struggled to focus your vision, finding the bright light a little too overwhelming for you.

Where are you?

Your mind was racing with thoughts. A whole list of possible scenarios were going through your mind, making a guess of which one it was.

Just then, a very familiar scent entered your nose and you recognized it immediately.

That’s when you managed to focus your blurry vision towards the figures that were gathered around the room you were currently in, finally recognizing the faces that were staring back at you in utter concern.

However, it was still a little surprising for you since you were not only in a room filled with guys who were practically strangers to you, you were also butt naked save for the blanket to shield you from their eyes. With that being said, this made you squeak as a soft gasp left your lips.

You hastily sat up, desperately pulling the blanket tighter against your body. The light brown haired male carefully approached you with his hands out in front of them to tell you he was harmless.

“Woah, hey… hey… relax, we’re not gonna hurt you. I promise. Okay?” The leader said with a warm smile as your eyes went to scan him.

You could immediately sense that what he said was true and that they all meant no harm to you. When he noticed your shoulders relax a bit, he smiled before he carefully sat down beside you, making sure to avoid your broken leg.

“How are you feeling?” He asked as you noticed the others were intently staring between you and their leader.

“I… It hurts…” You whispered, eyes finding its own way to the one leaning against the shelves with his arms crossed over his chest. He had ash blue hair, his eye shape was similar to a feline cat and you vividly remember he was the same guy you had a mini staring contest on that first day in the auditorium hall.

“I know it does. So we will try our best to take care of you until it heals… But, only if you agree to stay and let us help. Of course we understand if you want to leave since you don’t know us. It’s up to you. We won’t force you.” The leader said, making you turn to him as your grip on the blanket only loosened slightly.

It didn’t take long for you to decide on staying after you practically could sense sincerity and safety from them. So upon agreeing to their kind offer, the leader went ahead and introduced them to you.

“Since we don’t have any female clothes for you, are you okay if we lend you some of ours for the time being?” Chan asked, to which you nodded gently.

You carefully got up, making sure to wrap the blanket around your body securely. However, the minute you put a small amount of pressure on your injured leg, your knee buckled from the excruciating pain. A soft whimper left your lips as you were about to collapse to the ground. Instead, you never made it to the ground thanks to the strong pair of arms that reached out just in time to catch your waist.

Your free hand flew out to grab onto his shirt, not really seeing who saved you from the fall until you looked up to see who it was.

It’s Minho.

“Woah, be careful. Are you okay?” He asked as you nodded. Except, he didn’t miss the tear that was threatening to roll down your cheeks. You were visibly trying to hold in the pain but he knew it was difficult.

“Let me help.” He offered softly as you could only nod.

With that being said, Minho bends down to carry you bridal style before telling his brothers that he was going to bring you to his room for you to change and rest in. Chan agreed saying it was a good idea since it was already nearing 1 in the morning.

Once Minho made it to his bedroom, he brought you in only to close the door behind him using his foot. He gently placed you down on his king sized bed, making sure to not hurt your leg.

After he laid you down on the bed, he went over to his closet and took out a clean oversized shirt and sweatpants.

“Here, change into this then go and rest. I’ll be downstairs if you need anything. The others will be right down the hall in their bedrooms, okay?” His voice was so gentle, you almost forgot you didn't know this guy personally.

When he saw you nod subtly, he flashed you a smile and was about to leave when you grabbed his wrist softly to stop him.

“Thank you… all of you…” You whispered, earning a smile from him before he told you to rest.

The small jolt of electricity running through your veins at the skin contact didn’t go unnoticed between you two but you decided to ignore it until he left. The minute he closed the door, you gently caressed your hand that reached out for his wrist.

Little did you know, he did the same to his hand where you left a tingling sensation to his skin.

What was that feeling?

From the first day they met you at the auditorium, Chan could already sense you were an Omega. That night when they saved you from being killed, Chan already knew he would take you into the pack. It was just a matter of whether or not you want to accept his offer. It has been three months since they saved you that night.

Ever since then, it was pretty obvious that you’ve grown slightly closer to them and they were already treating you like a part of their pack. Despite not giving a firm answer yet on whether you want to officially be in their pack or not, Chan still treated you with respect and like you were a part of their little family.

And for that, you were grateful.

However, during the past three months, you’ve also developed a little crush on Minho.

Not only was he always sweet and caring towards you, he was also the one who offered to lend you his bedroom and his clothes when you stayed over for the few days after you got injured.

Although you tried your best to hide your feelings for him, it looks like the other boys could sense it considering how Jisung and Felix would sometimes tease you whenever Minho was around. You would normally just brush them off or just plainly ignore them. Yet, sometimes Minho would catch you blushing when the boys tease you about him and he couldn’t help but find you adorable.

It was a Thursday afternoon, you had just finished your first class and were just keeping some of your books in your locker when a figure appeared beside you with an arm resting against the lockers. You glanced up to find Minho smiling down at you adorably, his eyes disappearing into two crescent moons.

“Hey, joining us for lunch?” He asked.

“Yeah, just keeping some books I don’t need for later.” You said, only to feel him tuck the stray hairs behind your ear.

This small gesture was enough to make your heart skip a beat in your chest. You tried to ignore the feeling but he was making it so difficult as he soon began to gently play with your hair, telling you it's pretty and soft.

You couldn’t help but giggle as he slid his hand down only to rest on your waist. After you closed your locker, you turned to face him, letting him slide his arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him. However, before any of you could say anything, Changbin’s teasing voice broke out from behind you.

“Aye, finally the two lovebirds acknowledge each other’s feelings huh?” This made Jisung and Chan, who were with Changbin, to chuckle in amusement.

You pulled away from Minho only for the boy to speak up.

“Seo Changbin, if you don’t keep that stupid mouth of yours shut, I’ll make sure you sleep on the porch tonight.” Minho threatened, earning a silly face from Changbin who clearly gives no shit.

A few more weeks went by, you only grew closer and closer to the boys and yet you still weren’t in their pack. You had been so dependent on your parents that when they left you, it almost rendered you insane. It took you a while to accept that you were a lone wolf but after that incident, it only made you stronger and much more independent.

That’s why until now, you still haven’t accepted Chan’s offer on being in his pack despite knowing they were good people. It wasn’t because you still didn’t trust these boys. It was just in your nature for being an Omega, to feel independent.

It was a Friday evening, you haven’t been to the boys’ place for almost a week now but you still saw them and spent time with them in school.

Just then, you distinctly heard a familiar howl which sounded like they were in pain.

It was far but you knew where it came from and who the howl belonged to. You didn’t bother changing out of your pyjamas, running out of your apartment and straight to the direction of the howl through the woods that were right behind your run down apartment complex.

You ran as fast as your two feet could take you, already memorizing the woods in the back of your head. You followed the scent as it got stronger with every corner you took which means you were getting close.

That’s when you recognized Chan and Changbin’s furry self attacking the three hunters while Minho’s wolf form was laying there on the ground against the tree with his mouth in a nuzzle.

“No, no, no!” You hissed as you ran to him, cupping his large wolf face in your small hands.

“Minho! Minho, can you hear me? Please tell me you can hear me! Please…” You whispered desperately as his eyes were closed. You reached behind his head to unclasp the nuzzle, freeing his snout from it.

You looked around to see there was a shotgun laying just a few feet from you so you crawled over to it and locked the bullets in place before you aimed it at the hunter that was struggling under Chan’s grip. One of the 3 hunters was lying dead on the ground headless. So with one deep breath, you pulled the trigger, shooting the hunter straight through the side of his head.

Chan jumped back a little only to turn to the side and locked eyes with you who had the gun pointed to them. You quickly shifted your aim to Changbin and the last hunter, but it was slightly difficult due to them rolling and throwing each other around.

Before you could pull the trigger, Changbin growled and soon tore the hunter’s limbs apart one by one before settling for the head.

You threw the shotgun as far away as possible, turning back to Minho who was going in and out of consciousness. However, feeling as though you needed to make sure he was still alive, you gently stroked his furry chest to try and feel for his heartbeat.

Chan and Changbin came back to you and Minho, only for them to talk to you through telepathy.

“He’s badly wounded. We need to aid him fast.” Chan said.

“Let’s quickly get him home. Are you gonna stay with us tonight?” Changbin asked, making you nod at them.

With that being said, all four of you quickly made it back to their home with Minho on top of the two, just like they did with you on the night they found you trapped.

Once you all arrived at their house, you quickly ran to their door, knocking it frantically and it took them less than 2 seconds to open the door.

“Oh shit, quickly, get in.” Hyunjin said as the 3 wolves entered only for the two to gently place Minho on the couch.

“His leg got shot twice, one more on his left rib and a plunge to his shoulder.” Changbin told Felix as the younger one began to get to work with Seungmin’s assistance. In the meantime, the two boys went upstairs to go change while you stayed behind with the others in the kitchen.

“How come you were with them?” Jisung asked as you leaned against the counter with Hyunjin standing beside you while Jisung and Jeongin stood opposite from you.

“I was at home when I heard a howl. I knew immediately they were in pain and it sounded very familiar. So I went to check.” You explained as the boys exchanged knowing glances to one another.

“Noona? Can I ask you something?” Jisung asked.

“Sure.”

“Did you get any particular feeling when you heard the howl?”

“I just… I felt like it was someone close to me. Someone I cared for… Someone I-”

“-love?” Jeongin finished your sentence for you, making you look up at him with wide eyes.

“We know… We can always tell when one of us is in love… And we’ve known that from the start about Minho towards you. We just… couldn’t tell exactly for you since you’re not part of the pack.” Hyunjin explained, only for you to understand better.

Minho loves you?

You frowned as you stared at your feet for a while before you looked past Jisung’s shoulder to find Seungmin placing a blanket over Minho’s wolf form.

You were worried. You were terrified. The last thing you wanted was to never get to say goodbye to him. Never get to say the three words you hoped to tell him one day. Lucky for you, it wasn’t going to be a worry for you anytime soon.

Felix and Seungmin carefully left Minho there to rest as they approached the four of you in the kitchen.

“How is he?” Jeongin asked.

“He just needs plenty of rest. We managed to take out the bullets so I’m sure he’ll be fine by tomorrow.” Felix explained.

Since Minho was an Alpha, it means that he heals faster than the younger ones did. Same goes for Chan and Changbin if they ever got injured by something that wasn’t deadly to them. So with that being said, you excused yourself to go check on Minho, earning nods from the rest of them.

They watched as you made your way to Minho’s peaceful form on the couch.

“Why can’t they just confess already? They’re practically the perfect soulmates for each other.” Seungmin sighed with a smile.

“I know right?” Felix giggled.

“Come on, let’s give them some space.” Hyunjin said as he began to pull his brothers upstairs to let you and Minho have some privacy.

You sat on the floor in front of Minho’s adorable snout, gently caressing his soft fur on his neck. You gave him a small kiss on the tip of his nose before whispering to him.

“Please be okay… I don’t want to lose you.”

His soft breaths filled your sensitive ears as you stroked his chest like a lullaby for him.

A few minutes of silence accompanied you, allowing yourself to drift off to sleep with the top of your head leaning against his neck and right underneath his chin. You didn’t know how long you were asleep but you woke up to the feeling of someone gently caressing your hair.

Successfully stirring awake, you brought your head up only to find Minho back in his human form and still in all his naked glory but with the blanket covering his waist down.

You immediately got to your knees and wrapped your arms around his neck, earning a soft giggle from him as he snaked his arms around your waist.

“Hi princess.” His sultry voice echoes in your ear, making you blush.

“I’m so glad you’re okay!” You whispered, hearing him chuckle softly.

“Of course I have to be okay, I won’t leave you hanging.” His words made you pull back from him, staring into his adorable round eyes. Minho could sense your confusion in which he laughed.

With that, he reached up to cup your cheeks and gently caressed it with his thumbs before he whispered.

“I won’t ever leave you.”

You didn’t know what came over you but you suddenly felt brave. It has been screaming at you to do this for quite a while now, you just chose to ignore it. But this time, you felt like it was the right time to do it.

So with one small breath, you leaned in to kiss him, feeling him instantly smile against your lips. Both of you felt sparks shooting out of the kiss as he pulled you on top of him. His hands flew down to your waist while your small hands cupped his face softly.

Minho’s tongue teased you as he licked your bottom lip before tugging it in between his teeth.

His grip on your waist tightened, making you sit firmly on his thighs. You completely forgot he was butt naked until you felt something poking your inner thigh. It wasn’t until he pulled away from your lips to smile cheekily up at you.

“Should we go to my bedroom?” He asked, making you giggle.

“Are you sure you’re healed? I wouldn’t want to hurt you.” You asked.

Minho kissed you again only to pull back and smirk, “Trust me sweetheart, I’m already good to go. I’m an Alpha, remember?” You rolled your eyes at his cockiness but nevertheless found it so attractive.

Minho laughed as he captured you in a kiss yet again before he stood up with you on his waist, your legs wrapped around his hips. A small yelp escaped your lips as he carried you up to his bedroom. Once you made it to his room, he kicked his door close and locked it before gently tossing you onto his bed.

He crawled over to you until he was situated in between your legs, making you nervous.

“You know you can always tell me to stop if you’re uncomfortable, right baby? I will never force you to do something you’re not okay with.” Minho reassured you as he caressed your cheek lovingly.

You were nervous, yes because it would be your first time mating. However, you didn’t feel uncomfortable because you trusted him. So you weren’t going to stop him.

Not now. Not ever.

“I want you… Minho. Please… I… I love you.” You whispered with your eyes closed, too afraid to look at him. What you missed was how his eyes grew even softer the minute you said those last three words. Minho never felt this way before. Sure he has mated before and none of it works out. But this time, it all felt so foreign to him.

You weren’t just another one of his playmates. You weren’t a random stranger whom he would have sex with and leave. You were someone he cared for, someone he grew fond of, someone he trusts, and most importantly, someone he loves.

With that being said, Minho smiles as he leans down to close the gap before he whispers against your lips.

“I love you too, Y/N.”

Right after, he kisses you like his life depends on it. Pouring out his love for you through the kiss, hoping you could feel his sincerity. He felt your hands sliding down his chest, only to trace your fingertips along the outlines of his abs.

He helped you discard your pyjamas, tossing them onto the ground as he then realized you only had your panties and no bra.

“Did you really just leave your apartment like this?” He chuckled, pecking your lips a few times.

“I got worried okay... I wanted to make sure no one’s hurt…” You blushed as he teased you.

“Aww, so you rushed out without thinking to change just because you were worried about me?” Minho smirked down at you.

“Shut up, Min. I didn’t know who it was when I ran out okay…” You pushed his face away with your hands only for him to bury his face in the crook of your neck.

“Yeah, sure.”

“I’m serious!” You pouted as he pulled away to look at your disappointed face, making him chuckle and kiss you repeatedly, saying you looked too cute.

“Okay okay, I believe you baby.” Minho chuckled, cupping your cheeks to kiss you again, this time letting his lips linger there for a bit. Both of you took your own sweet time with each other. He promised to be gentle with you and that was exactly what he did. Only going rough once in a while so that you could both reach your highs.

Minho marked you as his partner and you were happy he did. But there was only one thing left that you haven’t done.

After he cleaned you, you were both lying in bed under his soft duvet. He was just gently playing with your hair while you laid your head on his chest. His mind was filled with nothing but you. All until you spoke up.

“I want to be in Chan’s pack.”

Minho’s fingers stopped whatever it was doing, only for him to stare down at you.

“What did you say?”

“I’ve thought about it… And I want to be in Chan’s pack.” You repeated again, causing him to smile.

“Wait… are you serious?”

You nodded with a small smile, making him huff. After almost 4 months of spending time with them, getting to know each of them better, you realized that they were nothing but a family to one another. And with your tragic past, maybe being in Chan’s pack wouldn’t be so bad. Not only will you have a family of your own, but you also have someone who you loved dearly.

So why not right?

With that being said, Minho kissed you again and again on your cheeks, your nose, your forehead and your lips. All you did was giggle.

“Let’s go tell Chan!” Minho said excitedly as he leaped out of bed butt naked, going around to collect both your clothes that were scattered on the floor. Once you were both changed, he grabs your hands and laces his fingers with yours only to run down the hall, accidentally bumping into Jisung and Changbin as you did so.

“Bang Chan!” Minho called out as he burst open the elder’s bedroom door, only to find Chan just reading something from his book shelves.

“Oh, hey guys. What’s up?” Chan smiled as he placed his book down on the desk but Minho was quick to tell him the news.

“Y/N wants to be part of the pack.”

With that, Chan’s eyes grew wide as he stared at you with a happy glint in his eyes.

“Really?”

You gave him a firm nod in which Chan couldn’t help but grin.

“Well then, welcome to the family Y/N.” Chan announced, only for the rest of them to rush in.

“Noona’s finally part of us?!” Felix and Jisung asked in unison, earning a solid yes from Chan. The younger ones immediately ran to you to give you a hug. You couldn’t help but giggle as they welcomed you warmly. After you were done exchanging hugs, Chan spoke up to get everyone’s attention.

“Also, I think it’s pretty clear that Y/N is now out of bound to the rest of us except Minho.” Chan smirked, wiggling his eyebrows at the male who had his fingers laced with yours.

“Yeah so don’t even think about it.” Minho warned, pretending to threaten his brothers but of course he didn’t actually plan to hurt them if they got close to you since they already loved you like a sister.

“Don’t worry brother, she’s all yours.” Changbin smiled cheekily, only for you to blush.

You were glad that you found them. You were glad they saved you that night and not any other pack. You were glad they came into your life. Because they taught you how to be strong again. They taught you how to survive. And most importantly, Minho taught you how to love again.

And then it hit him. The scent. The scent, he hated so badly. His eyes widened in shock as he looked at the tiny hand that appeared from under the blanket and grabbed a lock of your hair. “Why is there an angel in your arms, Y/N?”

As he sniffed and tasted more of the baby’s scent, the answer formed inside his head but his heart, already aching just because of your presence, refused it. All color drained from his face.

You averted your eyes from Minho’s face and looked instead at your baby, your little girl and the reason you found your way back to Minho. You couldn’t help but smile fondly at her and press a kiss on her forehead. “Hana is my daughter.”

“No.” Minho refused and put space between the two of you. Maybe he wanted to distance himself from you just so your own scent could stop messing with his mind, or maybe he was hurt because of what this little human-being meant. “There is no way you got pregnant with a fucking angel.”

You winced at his unspoken words. You could perfectly understand his anger, after all, didn’t you leave him because you refused to deal with what he was? When Minho confessed to you about being a demon, he shared his most prized secret; he did it because he trusted you, loved you. But you got scared. You weren’t a strong believer to begin with but when faced with the truth, you had no other choice and it terrified you. You doubted everything and even his love. Demons weren’t supposed to be nice. They weren’t supposed to be able to love and cherish. And definitely not a human.

“I didn’t know.” You whispered, your voice shaky.

“I don’t believe you. You humans lie so easily.”

‘That’s rich coming from a demon.’ You wanted to say but refrained yourself. It would do you no good to pick a fight with Minho. No, you needed his help and if you had to deal with his pettiness and hatred – you will.

“I didn’t know he was an angel!” You said instead, a little bit more confident.

Sadly for you, Minho was far from ready to accept this excuse, even if you were right. Demons and angels had at least two things in common. One, they could hide their identity without trouble. Nobody could tell them apart from humans. Two, they were biggest liars in the world. “Oh come on! They’re not that hard to distinguish.”

“To you maybe! But I’m human, Minho, in case you had forgotten. I don’t see a fucking difference if you don’t show it! I would have never guessed you were a demon just like I couldn’t tell he was an angel.”

“Were you that desperate to get fucked?”

On second thought, to hell with needing his help. You were clearly out of your mind to think even for a second that Minho would accept to help you, to shelter you. You had spent the last ten days running away, never staying more than a night at the same place, too scared to be found, too scared Hana would be taken from you. But Minho’s hatred for angels was apparent and so was his resentment for you. You had to leave before it was too late.

“Fuck you, Minho.”

Hana stirred in your arms, sensing your distress and hurt and anger. You pulled her closer to your face and peppered her tiny face with kisses, trying to comfort her, to tell her that everything was fine as long as they were together. Nobody could take her away from you – you would fight till death.

You turned around to leave for good this time. There was no coming back. But before you could even take two steps, Minho grabbed your shoulder. You didn’t dare to turn around and look at him, too scared of what you would see on his face.

In this moment, Minho hated his treacherous heart for acting on its own accord. He had watched you leave once and it left him in pieces. He couldn’t do it a second time. Maybe he was out of his mind and maybe he would come to regret his decision, but right now, seeing your body so frail, yet your spirit wild and fierce – he couldn’t ignore it.

“Stay with me. For tonight at least.” He finally said. He knew, he probably should apologize for his harsh words, but he couldn’t. “You need some rest and I guess-“ He paused and peaked over your shoulder at Hana. Damn, she was only a few days old but he could already see traces of you on her face. He took a deep breath, “And I guess Hana needs some rest too.”

That night, Minho didn’t get any sleep. His mind was restless, head filled with thoughts of you, of your baby and nothing else. For a while, he laid in his bed, pondering over what he should do with you. Should he let you leave? Should he help you? He was far from being fond of angels but he didn’t want them at his doorsteps either. Not that he was scared of them, quite the opposite. But the truce between angels and demons lasted for the past five hundred years and it should stay this way.

Realizing that he wouldn’t get any sleep, Minho got out of his bed and despite the little voice in his head telling him to stay away from the room you slept in, he walked inside the room. You were sleeping tightly, curled around Hana, keeping her close in fear she would be taken from you.

Now that his anger lessened, he wanted to know the full story. He wanted to know how you managed to go back to your life while he was stuck with the memories of your love. He wanted to know how and why your path crossed with a bloody angel and how in the world he managed to get you pregnant. It was possible, Hana was a living proof, but it wasn’t that easy. Was he jealous? Maybe a little.

“This is madness.” He told himself, unable to tear his eyes away from your body. You had lost weight, too much even, he could see it. For a moment, he wondered how you managed to give birth to a healthy little girl while being in such state. 

Hana opened her eyes, sensing another presence in the room, a shadow hovering over them. She stared at Minho; his eyes flashed red but she didn’t cry, she didn’t budge and simply stared at him in wonder.

“Hello there.” Minho whispered, lightly surprise that the baby didn’t show any fear with his presence.

Hana’s response came in the form of outstretched, tiny arms. Her eyes shone brightly and turned gold.

“Huh. Now, aren’t you precious.” Minho leaned over her to have a better look, his own hand outstretched but he hesitated. She was the result of you and an angel, this thought alone disgusted him. But could he really hate such an innocent part of you? Hana made the decision for him; she didn’t hesitate as she grabbed his finger with impressive strength. Ten days old or not, she was half angel and her strength was already manifesting. “It’s gonna be fun, I can tell.”

Hana seemed to agree as she held his finger a little tighter.

The next time Minho visited your room, you were awake and feeding Hana. You sat by the window, enjoying some ray of sun.

You glanced at him, your heart pounding in your chest at the simple sight of him. There was a lot to discuss, you knew but it didn’t make it any less terrifying.

Minho leaned against the wall and watched you from afar. Ten hours of sleep and you looked more alive than last night but still not enough. Your face was sunk, dark circles under your eyes. It would take you more than one good night of sleep to recover and he was perfectly aware of that.

“You look like shit.” He commented and slapped himself mentally for being rude, unprovoked.

“You would be too after giving birth and running away right away.” Instead of feeling offended by his statement, because he was right, you did look like shit and you felt like shit too, you simply cocked a brow at him.

“Nah. They would be all dead if it was me.”

You rolled your eyes at him. Of course, he would say something like that. But then, you guessed he was right. “Right. The almighty Minho.”

“I actually like the sound of that.” The corner of his mouth turned up, amused with the small banter. It felt better than he expected.

For a moment, it felt like the three years had never happened. You were in his house, with him and joking around. Minho could lie to himself as much as he wanted, but he missed it. A lot.

He cleared his throat and drew closer. He sat on the other side of the bed, keeping his distance just in case you didn’t want him so close. And maybe, a little for his own safety. “We should talk.”

Hana yawned in your arms and slowly closed her eyes. The two of you watched her fall asleep, completely unaware of the dangers lurking in every corner.

“She took after you.” Minho commented, his voice gentle, betraying the fact that he was already growing fond of the little girl, not caring about the fact that she was half-enemy.

“She’s only 11 days old. No way you can tell she looks like me.” You snorted

“But she does.” Minho insisted. “Moreover, she’s half-angel, Y/N, she doesn’t age the same way as you, human do.”

You opened your mouth to protest but then his words dawned on you. You looked down at Hana. You hadn’t seen many babies in your life, but one look at Hana and you would never believe she was only few days old. She looked older. It terrified you to even think how she would look in few months. “How does it work?”

Minho could taste your fear, your pain, he couldn’t ignore it even if he tried. “Don’t worry. It will slow down eventually. You have years before she reaches adulthood.”

You looked at him hopeful. Was he trying to simply appease your mind or was he telling the truth? “Really?”

“Yes.” You almost whipped in relief but held back. You were so damn tired, your emotions were overloaded and it was getting harder and harder to keep it together. But you had to, for Hana’s sake.

“How did it happen?” Minho finally asked and pointed at Hana.

“Apparently, I didn’t learn my lesson. Looks can be deceiving and I fell right for it again.” You didn’t intend to sound so bitter but your words hit Minho like a slap. You regretted instantly. “Sorry.”

Minho curled his fists on his laps and tried not to think about his feelings, tried not to think about an angel having you when it was supposed to be him. He tried not to think about how much having you at his place tortured him. “How did you find out he was an angel?” “Well, did you know that my pregnancy didn’t last nine months but five? I got worried with how big I was getting so I went to-“ You stopped and bit on your lips. The name you were about to drop would not please Minho.

“Who did you go to, Y/N?” He too sensed he wouldn’t like your answer.

You cleared your throat. “Amy.”

Minho growled, annoyance showing. “You got to be kidding me.”

“Listen!” You slowly put Hana back on the bed, trying not to wake her up. “I know you were never fond of her and I figured once I found out about that witches and demons don’t get along but I was terrified. Doctors couldn’t explain what was wrong with me but she did.”

Minho tried to be reasonable and forced himself to not make any comment. He didn’t think your story could get any worse but it did with the mention of the witch. Witches couldn’t be trusted. They obeyed to no rules except their owns. “Did she ask something in return of her help?” You paused and simply stared at him. You obviously didn’t know many witches or demons or angels but judging from Minho’s question you easily guessed that his past experiences were bad. “Amy is a friend, Minho. Witch or not. She helped me to go through the pregnancy and she helped me to deliver Hana.”

“She’s a witch.”

“And a friend.” You defended her stubbornly. Amy was a sweet friend, the only one you trusted. Especially after the attack. “You can hate her all you want but you have to know that Amy took huge risks for my sake.” The night everything changed was still fresh in your mind and still just as painful. “Mere hours after Hana’s birth, he came for her along with other angels.”

Before you could even finish, Minho knew where you were heading. He expected nothing less from angels. For both, demons and angels, it was rare to have children, full blooded or not; they would never leave a special child like Hana behind.

“He tried to convince me to give Hana up. Told me it was for the best and that I wouldn’t even know what to do with a special girl like her. And he’s right. I know shit about angels and I don’t want to know. But I will never give up on my flesh and blood. She’s mine.”

Your voice was filled with venom and anger and a will so strong, Minho could feel it in his bones. He could almost pity the angels who dared to go against a mother, against you. Whoever was Hana’s father, knew nothing about you, otherwise he would have known not to mess with you.

“Amy blasted them away.” You continued. “And even if it was a small victory, I was glad. But I also realized that I couldn’t stay with Amy. They would come back and this time they will be prepared. Amy did the only thing she could to protect me.”

Minho had a hard time to believe that a witch would go to such extent for a human. It seemed unfathomable and yet, Minho saw that Amy truly cared about you. At first, he thought it was another fool play, a trick, but he had to admit defeat. 

He rubbed his neck, unsure of what he should tell you. Should he reassure you? Should he be honest with you? “They will come back for her. Angels are petty assholes; they do not forgive. By helping you, she pissed them off.”

You didn’t want to think about what they would do to Amy; you guessed it could get ugly but Hana was your priority, you couldn’t worry for someone else. But you did. What if Amy got hurt because of you? Or worse, what if they kill her? “They won’t kill her, will they?”

Minho’s silence spoke louder. He didn’t think the angels would kill her, no matter how much they hated everything that weren’t them. Witches were dangerous and angering them would not be wise. But it didn’t mean they wouldn’t hurt her enough to make her pay.

“They won’t kill her.” He said in the end. “What happened after you left her?”

“I’ve been running ever since that night.” You admitted. “I didn’t know where to hide and my body started failing me.” 

“So you came to me instead.” Minho wasn’t sure how he felt about it. A tiny part of him was glad that you considered him safe enough to seek his help, but the bitter part of him, the jealous monster wanted to scream at you, to bite you, to hurt you the same way you had hurt him. He did none of that. Minho closed his eyes and took another deep breath before opening his eyes and look at you. “Rest. We’ll talk more when you feel better.” 

As Minho left your room, hand still on the knob, he wondered what he should do. He knew you were right; Amy had taken a huge risk by fighting angels, they would come to punish her. It didn’t sit right with him. She was a witch but she was your friend who stood by your side. 

“You’re making me do some crazy things, Y/N.” Minho muttered as he shook his head in disbelief.   He owed you nothing and yet. 

“Watch after her while I’m away.” Minho ordered and a shadow moved on the wall in response. 

“Your place is boring and so witchy.” Minho commented as he appeared by the fireplace in Amy’s home. 

If Amy was surprised to see him, she didn’t show it, instead she kept mixing the herbs. “Nobody asked for your opinion.” 

“True, but I still thought you needed it.” Minho answered unbothered as he stepped closer to her. The last, and only time he had seen Amy was the day you innocently introduced her to him. Amy, the best friend who happened to be a damn witch. To say that Minho was not thrilled with the knowledge would be an understatement and the feelings were mutual. 

“What are you doing here, Minho?” Amy finally asked, still without looking at him. “If you’re looking for Y/N, she’s not here.” 

“I know. She’s at my place.” Minho didn’t hide this fact. 

Amy snapped her head towards him, shocked with this piece of information. She opened her mouth and closed instantly, words lost on the tip of her tongue. Realizing she had finally showed him her face, she lowered her head to avoid his gaze. She didn’t want him to judge or pity her. 

But it was too late, Minho had seen it all and he didn’t like it. He hoped he would get there first, but the angels worked faster, they wanted their revenge. They hadn’t wasted their time. Fist clenched, he slowly approached her and crouched down before her. “And they say demons are cruel.” Gently he pushed some strands of hair from her face to expose more of the ugly scars the angels have left behind. 

“They couldn’t kill me because of my lineage.” Amy admitted, “Something about a truce with my coven.” 

Angels and their truce, bullshits, Minho refrained from saying. 

“I suppose you already tried to heal it?” 

“Of course. No spells, no potions worked. I’m no match to a freaking angel.” Amy replied with bitterness.

“Well, aren’t you lucky I’m a demon.” Minho’s eyes shone a bright red. Angry, furious even. His hands were itchy, he wanted to fight and to kill. 

“Wha-“ Amy didn’t have time to react; Minho’s hands were already on her face, his grip firm but gentle, making sure not to hurt her. “What are you doing?” 

“Let’s say it’s my way of thanking you for taking care of Y/N.” It was the truth. Of course, it pleased him to go against angels’ plans without them even knowing it, but the main reason was you. He knew you; if you ever found out about Amy’s state you would never forgive yourself. 

“Why?”

“Because she’s the only one I have ever loved.” Minho straightened and looked down on her. “She worries for you.” 

Amy shook her head in disbelief and chuckled. “So typical Y/N.” 

When Minho got back from Amy’s place, his feet led him straight to your room, his body knowing better what he wanted than his mind. You were sleeping peacefully, body curled around Hana, in protection once more. Even unconscious you wanted to make sure she was safe. Minho hated this situation with all his being, but he couldn’t deny that motherhood suited you. 

Just when he thought about leaving your room, Hana’s little giggle caught his attention. Slowly, he approached the bed and hovered over your bodies. Hana was wide awake, her eyes shining brightly and with something very familiar to Minho: mischief. 

“Aren’t you supposed to be sleeping?” He cocked a brow at her. He shook his head, realizing he was getting either stupid or just tired, thinking she could understand him. 

But Hana did understand him as she managed to shake her head, something such a young baby wasn’t supposed to do. Angel’s blood was running strong in her veins. 

Hana outstretched her arms, wanting Minho to take her in his arms. He hesitated. It wasn’t a good idea. He didn’t want to get any more involved but Hana had a strong will, something he was familiar with. She frowned at him and tears formed in the corner of her eyes. 

“Oh hell no. Don’t do that.” He hurried to take her in his arms. One hand holding as carefully as he could her head, the other wrapped around her tiny body. “Let your mommy sleep. She’s exhausted.” 

Hana’s response came in the form of a light slap on his nose, followed by another small giggle. 

Minho’s heart did a little flip; how could he resist her natural charms? He could be jealous of the situation, wishing none of that had happened, wishing Hana was his daughter - in the end, he couldn’t come to hate her. Not when she was a piece of you. Not when she stared at him with the same bright eyes as yours. 

“Come on. Since you don’t want to sleep anymore, I’m going to entertain you while your mommy is resting.” 

Till this day, Minho thought that babies and him would never get along. He thought wrong. Or maybe it was just because Hana was a special baby. She wasn’t afraid of him, not even when his eyes turned red and he tried to scare her. No, she simply giggled and moved her tiny arms, trying to grab his face. Few days old and she was already fearless, he could already imagine the troubles she would bring once older. But he liked it. More than he thought he would. 

“What am I gonna do with you hm?” He asked 

Hana wiggled in his arms, pushing him as strongly as she could, without words trying to make him understand what she wanted. Minho quirked a brow, amused at her attempt to escape his arms. He put her on the couch and observed how easily she rolled over and got on her knees. She stared at her hands, scrunched up her face in concentration. She pushed, once, twice, until she managed to straighten her body and sit only on her knees. A squeal of satisfaction left her lips and she clapped her tiny hands.

“Well done.” Minho watched her, amazed. He sat on the floor, leaning on his hands as he watched her proudly. “I think it won’t take you long to start walking.” In fact, he was pretty sure it would only take another day or two – way to give you another heart attack, he believed.

“I wonder what else you inherited from him.” Minho tried to sound as neutral as he could manage, but even the thought of the bloody angel made his blood boil. He closed his eyes and tried to erase the image of you and an angel from his mind. He tried not to think about the fact that someone else touched you, someone else saw your beautiful smile, someone else heard your pretty moans. He clenched his fists so tight, his knuckles turned white – Hana groaned while trying to reach for him.

“Wha-hold on.” He hurried to outstretch his arms and catch her before she could fall from the couch in her attempt to get to him. “What were you trying to do, little one hm?”

In response, Hana touched his face, at first it seemed like she wanted to pat his cheeks but then she poked playfully his cheeks instead and giggled. Minho blinked in confusion only to realize that it was her unique way to comfort him.

Minho couldn’t help; his mouth curled into a smile. “Thank you, little one.”

Minho felt you way before he saw you. Not like it was hard to miss when your steps were loud and hurried. And not like he could ignore the taste of your panic. You ran down the stairs, almost falling but catching yourself on time.

“Don’t break your neck right now.” Minho commented from the couch, frowning at your sudden appearance.

You opened your mouth to speak and closed it right away. All your panic vanished at the sight of Hana, sitting comfortably on Minho’s laps, playing with his hands and looking incredibly happy. Your heart was still roaring in your ears; you woke up to an empty bed and for a moment, you thought he had found you.

“I-“ But you couldn’t think straight.

Minho shook his head and averted his eyes from you. “Take a seat. Hana was getting impatient. She wanted to see you.” Not that she could speak and tell him that, but from her behavior, he guessed. She wanted her mom, no matter how nice Minho was.

You did just as he said and sat on the chair across from him. You couldn’t believe your eyes. Minho was so gentle and so comfortable with Hana. She tugged at his hands, conveying a silent message and he chuckled in response. Minho gently scooped Hana in his arms and brought her to you. Having Hana back in your arms had a healing and soothing effect on you, and yet, before you could fully have her, Hana grabbed his fingers and held tightly.

“I think she likes me.” Minho stated the obvious but with so much fondness, you couldn’t believe your eyes.

“I see that.” Your heart swelled with love and a little bit of pride; Hana could already discern who was good and who wasn’t. “How long was I out?”

“Three days.”

“What?” You looked at him in disbelief. There was no way you had slept three days. Of course, you were very much aware that your body had reached its limit while you were running away from a horde of angels, but maybe you hadn’t realized the extent of the damages to your body. But it wasn’t the only reason of your disbelief. Minho had taken care of Hana for three days and judging from their little exchange, you believed they had bonded.

You looked at Hana and finally noticed the changes in your baby. You had been out for three days and she already looked different. Older. Nobody would believe she was only days old.

Minho noticed the change in your mood and kneeled before you, Hana still holding his fingers. “She looks more and more like you.” And he wasn’t lie. He had three days to observe, to witness firsthand the changes. Her eyes, her nose, her lips, it was all you and Minho truly believed that she would look even more like you once older.

“She’s growing so fast.” You whispered, terrified of what it meant. “How-“

With his free hand, Minho put his hand on your knee and gave it a comforting squeeze. A simple gesture that set your body on fire. His touch was so familiar, your body reacted on its own, without you being able to control it.

“I promise you, it will slow down.” He tried to reassure you. His eyes darted back and forth between you and Hana who smiled at him. “I-“ He hesitated and couldn’t believe he was about to say it. For the past three days, he thought about what he was supposed to do with you and Hana. The reasonable thing would be to let you leave once you recovered but his heart was begging him to do something else. Something unfathomable. “Stay with me.”

Your eyes widened in shock, so shocked your body shook. “You can’t be serious.” It was what you wanted, of course, what you hoped for but hearing him say the words took you completely off guard. How could he let you stay after you broke his heart? How could he let you stay when you cursed him for what he was and yet had a child with an angel?

“Trust me, I am.” Minho sighed as he got back on his feet.

“Minho.” You didn’t know what to say. Of course, you were overwhelmed; his presence, his gentleness with your baby, him being too understanding. You didn’t deserve any of that, you knew it and so did he. Before your mind could spiral even more, Hana giggled and clapped her hands as if she understood the meaning behind Minho’s words. The two of you looked at her, you amazed and Minho with a soft smile.

“See. She agrees.” 

Even after three years of not visiting Minho’s place, everything stayed the same. The same minty and wooden scent all around the place. Same furniture. Same decoration. But what amazed you the most, and tug at your heart, was the fact that he kept the traces of you. Your little presents, the pictures, he kept it all. Minho was just too good. He could have erased all memories, or traces of you but he had a gentle soul. If demons had one.

You stared for a moment at a picture. The two of you smiling happily together with the beach on the background. You remembered this day vividly, even now. You had begged Minho to come with you to the beach. You were stubborn but so was he, except that you had an advantage, a joker to use against him: he was weak for your puppy-eyes game. He had stayed out of water for the biggest part of the day, but it was enough for you.

You traced the frame with your finger and smiled at the memory. You had pushed him a lot that day which ended with Minho throwing you right into the sea, laughing evilly at you.

You missed the old days.

With a heavy heart, you averted your eyes from the happy picture and resumed your walking. You woke up with an idea on mind: make breakfast for the three of you. There wasn’t much you could do to show your gratitude but cooking was a good start.

Easily, you found everything you needed in his kitchen. You hummed to yourself and started cutting the vegetables. One thing, you and Minho shared was that you both loved salty and sweet breakfast.

“You look better.” Minho’s rough, still sleepy voice interrupted you.

You halted and slowly raised your head to look at him. He rubbed his eyes and then stared back.

It shouldn’t be allowed to look this good, you told yourself but quickly shook this thought off your mind. It wasn’t right for you to admire him.

“Hana?”

“Still sleeping. I think she likes the bed you brought her.” The moment Minho had decided that the two of you should stay with him, for safety, he made some changes to your room. Even if, you didn’t mind sleeping with Hana beside you, he put a nice cradle in your room. The cradle wasn’t the only addition to your room. Shelves filled with plushies and nice accessories were added. He wanted the two of you to feel at ease, at home. It reminded you why you had fallen for him in the first place. Despite his cold demeanor, he was the sweetest and gentlest lover. He cared deeply. Even now.

“Good.” He walked behind you, arm brushing yours – it sent shivers down your spine. You cursed your body once more for being so easily affected, for longing for him, for anything. “Let me help you.”

Minho took a look at the ingredients you displayed on the table and quickly understood what you had on mind. “I’ll prepare the pancakes.”

So easily he saw through you. It was disarming, in a way. You cleared your throat and forced your eyes to keep their focus on the vegetables. “Thank you.”

But who in their right mind could concentrate? You couldn’t. You kept glancing as discretely as possible at him. You didn’t know how he managed to stay so composed, so focused on his tasks while you couldn’t. Your heart was beating loud against your ribs, too loud for your liking. What if demons had enhanced hearing? You didn’t need him to find out how you truly felt about his presence.

But maybe you should have been paying more attention to your work instead of focusing so much on your thoughts and on him. One moment of inattention and you cut your finger.

“Fuck!” You cursed and held your finger. Fortunately for you, the cut wasn’t too deep but deep enough for your finger to bleed. Quickly, you got to the sink and let the cold water wash your cut.

“Let me see.” Minho told you as he gently grabbed your hand and inspected it.

Your breath hitched in your throat as you were unable to avert your eyes from his face. He was so concentrated on your cut, frowning at it. “It’s not that bad.” It really wasn’t. But then, Minho brought your finger to his lips, his eyes on you. “What are you-“ But you never managed to finish; Minho parted his lips and brought your finger to his mouth.

“Minho!” You gasped and tried to pull away from his grip, but he didn’t budge. At all. Instead, you felt his tongue swirled around your finger. Your face heated up with embarrassment, your heart on the brink of explosion. You were in so much trouble.

Satisfied with your reaction, Minho let go of your hand, his eyes never leaving your face. He licked his lips and smirked. “Now, better?”

The cut had simply vanished. You blinked in confusion as you inspected your finger. You came to realize that there was so much you had to learn about demons and their powers. “Was it really necessary?” You tried to hide your embarrassment but your face was too red.

“No. But watching you squirm was priceless.” He admitted, smugly.

“Dick.”

Minho had always been a light sleeper, always on alert; call it years of war between angels and demons, attacks were frequent, danger everywhere, he had to adapt. The moment he heard Hana’s first, tiny sob, he was already out of bed and on his way to your room. He didn’t need to, obviously, you were sleeping in the same room as Hana but his body, possessed clearly, moved on its own. Before she could even start fully crying, she was already in his arms. 

“Sshhh pretty. Let’s not wake your mommy, hmm?” Minho whispered as he rocked her, slowly moving in your room. 

“Minho?” You called, voice weak, eyes barely opened. You tried to rub the sleepiness from your eyes with no success. 

He looked at you, his lips stretched into a small smile. “Go back to sleep.” 

Barely realizing what was going on, you did exactly what he said. You lay down, closed your eyes and let his pretty voice lull you back to sleep. 

“Better.” Minho averted his attention to Hana and planted a soft kiss on her cheek. She giggled in return, happy with the outcome. 

You woke up to the gentle chirp of birds. Your window was opened, not that you remembered opening it last night, but for once you didn’t panic. You also didn’t panic not to find Hana in her cradle. Instead, your chest warmed at the thought of Hana being again with Minho. When you first decided to come to him, you never expected to stay and you certainly didn’t expect him to grow so fond of her. It was a miracle. A miracle, you welcomed with opened arms and a little regret. If only you didn’t act so childish back then. If only you had listened to your heart, then maybe, the situation would have been different for the better. Of course, you didn’t regret having Hana, she was your precious treasure, your blood and flesh and you would risk everything for her, even your life. But maybe, it could have been different. Maybe, if you had stayed, she would have been his. 

“Stop it.” You scolded yourself. Regrets were useless right now. 

You climbed off the bed. One look at the window and you guessed it was already late and way past breakfast time. You grabbed the closest piece of cloth; a simple grey hoodie that Minho had left for you. As you put it on, you got overwhelmed with the familiar and comforting scent. His scent. You pushed the collar closer to your nose and with closed eyes you inhaled his scent. Memories flooded your mind. Memories of sweet kisses, of heated touches, of lovely words, of safety. You missed those times. 

On tiptoes, you left your room. Minho’s house was calm, too calm for a place where now lived a baby. You expected to find them easily but no, no sign of Minho and Hana in the living room. You glanced over your shoulder, at Minho’s bedroom door. You hesitated. Were you really ready to go back to this familiar room? A place you had stayed for hours, lying in bed, most of the time naked, under him, on top of him, in the safety of his arms. 

You closed your eyes as a particular good memory flashed through your mind. 

Flashback 

It was way past your bedtime and Minho knew he shouldn’t keep you awake any longer if he wanted you to rest and look good on your first day of work. But Minho had a tendency to be selfish. He wanted to talk more, to touch you more, to feel more of you. Who could blame he when you looked so sweet against him? He had one hand in the air and you didn’t hold back from touching him. Feather like touches, you traced the shape of his fingers, of every vein. 

“I love your hands.” You whispered, captivated. 

Minho chuckled in response, his chuckle vibrating against your cheek. “I wonder why.” 

You rolled your eyes at his remark. So typical of him. Instead you feigned innocence. “What? They’re pretty.” They truly were and he certainly knew how to use them to make you lose your mind. 

“What else?” His voice got darker; it should have been your clue not to push if you wanted to sleep but you couldn’t resist. 

“I lose my sanity whenever I see your pretty hands.” You admitted. How many times you found yourself staring at his hands? How many times, he caught you red handed, imagining all the things he could do with those pretty hands? 

Minho’s smirk grew wider at your confession. He rolled right on top of you and admired your body under him. You were just so damn beautiful. The most beautiful person in the world. With your wild hair splayed all across the pillow, with your pink swollen lips, with your pretty neck covered in marks. 

“And what do you imagine?” His hand found your throat only to slid down slowly from there to your collarbone, to between your breasts. He watched every breath you took, every raise of your chest, every bite on your lips. “Do you imagine how good it feels?” And they slid further down, to your stomach, feather life touches that set your body on fire, pushing yourself more against him, to feel more of him - he smirked, satisfied. 

“Or do you imagine how good my fingers feel inside you?” He asked as he brushed your clit playfully. 

“Shit.” You mewled. How did he always manage to get you so needy? Always ready to beg him to play with you, to take you. You just couldn’t say no. And you didn’t want to either. 

“Is it what you want, love?” He teased your entrance by pushing a finger inside and retreating right after, making you whimper in despair and need. 

“Yes. Shit, baby, please, I need you so badly.” You pleaded and pushed your hips, hoping to get more.

Minho tsked and shook his head. “Such a greedy baby. I thought you told me you had enough for tonight?” And he teased again, watching with awe and love as you let out low whimpers. 

“I can’t get enough of you.” You were ready to say anything to please him and get what you needed. But it wasn’t a lie. No matter how many times Minho touched you, ruined you, you were always left begging for more. You just couldn’t get enough. You were addicted and he was the best drug you could have asked for. 

“Is that so?” He hummed, satisfied with your answer. He leaned closer and brushed his lips against yours. “Always so good for me, kitten.” His lips trailed from your lips to your jaw, to your neck, leaving in his trail tiny bites as he pushed a finger inside you. “I believe you deserve a reward.” 

You let out a sob of relief as he added another finger, stretching you in a delicious way. But the moment he latched his lips around your nipple, was truly the moment you lost it. You arched your back, pushing your chest further. You plunged your fingers into his hair, tugging at the locks, feeling his deep groan against your skin - a sexy groan that made you clench around his fingers. 

For once, Minho didn’t try to control you; he let you rock your hips as you needed to feel his fingers deeper inside you. He let you touch him however you wanted, enjoying every tug on his hair, every little scratch you made - he took everything. 

“Is it what you had imagined?” He asked as he curled his fingers inside you making it impossible for you to speak, a loud moan escaping your pretty lips instead. Minho smiled proudly, feeling that you were close. “Come for me, love. Show me how happy your greedy pussy is.” 

And you gladly did. 

Back to present. 

Your face heated at the memory alone. It happened long ago and yet your body remembered everything; every touch, every kiss, every mark Minho left. 

“Get a grip!” You scolded yourself and slapped your cheeks for good measure. You couldn’t have this thoughts, not now and especially not when you were heading for his room. 

Despite being more than familiar and comfortable with his place, you knocked at the door – no response. Without making any noise, you pushed the door to his room. The room was plunged into full darkness, except for his bedside lamp that was on, the light illuminating the bed and Minho. Minho who was soundly asleep, Hana sleeping on his chest with Minho’s arm around her. You couldn’t believe your eyes. Every time you witnessed some interaction between your little girl and Minho, your heart almost broke with joy.  

“Aren’t you guys super cute.” You whispered to yourself, your hand pressed to your chest as if you could save your little heart from the lovely sight. You wished you had your phone with you so you could take a picture of this moment and maybe so you could tease Minho about being completely in love with Hana.

You smiled to yourself and let them sleep some more.

In a matter of few days, Minho came to realization that your presence along with Hana’s at his place was more than welcomed and felt absolutely natural. He never thought he would need something like that. He never thought he needed a family. For a demon, to wish for a family it was unheard of. It was too human, too pathetic and yet, he could now understand this very unfamiliar feeling.

More he spent time with Hana and more he grew fond of her. Every time he held her in his arms, he couldn’t help but wish for her to be his. Every time she held his hand, he wished he could protect her forever. Every little smile, every little giggle, became his most favorite thing in the world. And you. You, no matter how much he wished he could make you pay for the pain you put him through, he couldn’t find it in him. Every time he looked at your face, his heart ached with longing.  Every time he found himself in your presence, your sweet, captivating scent brought back unwanted memories, unwanted needs. He couldn’t deny the fact that he wanted to hold you in his arms, that he wanted to feel your touch, your kisses.

Before he could get any more lost in his thoughts, Hana, playfully, slapped his cheeks. Once, twice, until he blinked and looked at her and quirked a brow. This girl was too fearless. If only she realized that she was playing with a powerful demon (and even then, he was convinced she would still not care).

“Aren’t you being a little bold today, hm?” He joked and pretended to bite her nose – Hana giggled loudly in response which made his eyes to go soft. Yes, she had him, completely, wrapped around her finger.

“Darling, I’m home!” Jisung appeared out of thin air, right in the middle of the room, just like he always did. He threw himself on the couch, too happy to annoy his friend and completely unaware of two new presences in the house. “Missed me?”

Minho should have known that eventually Jisung would pay him a visit at the most unexpected time. He should have warded his place against everybody to keep his little secret a little longer. But now it was too late; Jisung blinked in confusion as he spotted Hana in his arms.

“Holy shit!” Jisung screamed so loud Hana winced and pressed herself harder against Minho. “No, it can’t be. Is it a baby in your arms?” He shifted on the couch, leaning to get a better look at her and then at him.

“Language.” Minho scolded him. “What does she look like? Of course it’s a baby.”

Jisung couldn’t believe his eyes as he gawked at the two of them for a moment, trying to figure out why a baby was in his house. Why, a demon such as Minho, would even be with a baby. But then and because of his attention on her, Hana tried to hide in Minho’s arms and Jisung thought it was the funniest thing in the world. Minho, the big, bad demon, was babysitting. He burst into laughter, holding his stomach. “The guys will never believe me when I’m gonna tell them about you and the baby.”

The urge to kick Jisung’s ass was strong and for Hana’s sake, Minho had to resist it. Instead, he rolled his eyes at his friend and averted his eyes to you, coming out of the kitchen, the apron still around your body. The simple sight of you lessened his annoyance and the sight of your soft smile melted his heart.

“Guess I was right cooking more than necessary.” You commented as you looked at a very confused Jisung. He hadn’t changed at all, still the same loud boy who adored Minho. Not that you could blame him for it. “Hi Jisung.”

“What?!” Jisung jolted at the sound of your voice that he instantly recognized. He couldn’t believe his eyes. He couldn’t believe you were back, looking so comfortable and homy. It didn’t sit right with him. Jisung was never the type to hold back and he was ready to share a piece of his mind but he halted. He looked at you, then slowly looked at Hana, noticing the similarities between the two of you. Then, and even slower, his gaze slid to Minho.

“How? What? When?” Jisung didn’t want to jump to conclusion, but what was he supposed to think when the ex-girlfriend of his best friend suddenly showed up? How was he supposed to react seeing his friend, so comfortable (and a tad overprotective) with a baby who was clearly yours?

You couldn’t help but giggle at his reaction – Minho gave you the stinky eye in return.

“She’s not mine.” Minho declared to put end to Jisung’s misery and inner turmoil.

Jisung pointed an accusing finger at Minho, scowling. “If she’s not yours, why the hell are you glued to her as if she was yours?”

And just like that, the urge to kick his ass was back. Minho got back on his feet, still holding Hana, as he walked towards you to hand her. You gladly took her in your arms. He lingered, his eyes on Hana and gently patted her head before briefly looking at you. 

“See. This is exactly why I’m not believing you when you say she’s not yours.” Jisung commented, his arms crossed over his chest as he stared at you. 

You couldn’t blame Jisung for thinking this way; Minho was truly sweet and protective over Hana as if she was his own. If only. 

Minho sighed and turned to face his friend. “Can’t you tell what she is?” 

Jisung tilted his head to the side and truly looked at Hana. It didn’t take long for his eyes to widen in shock as realization dawned on him. He opened his mouth and closed it then looked at you. “What the hell?!” 

“Language.” Minho repeated himself. 

“Minho.” Jisung inhaled sharply, bracing himself. “Why the-why is Y/N here with a baby?” Then his gaze slid to you, frowning and not hiding his dislike. His eyes turned purple, revealing what was hiding beneath this pretty, cute face. You should have known that he was just like Minho and yet it took you by surprise. 

“Jisung.” Minho warned him, standing now right before you, shielding you from him. “Don’t even think about it.” 

Jisung snarled in response. He didn’t look so cute and harmless anymore. Far from it. He took a step towards you. “She left you for a fu-freaking angel, got a baby and now she’s crawling back to you? Did I miss anything?” 

“I didn’t leave him for an angel.” You fought back. You understood his anger; he had all the rights in the world to be angry with you but he didn’t have the right to twist your story. 

“And yet here you are with this thi-“ Jisung never managed to finish his sentence. Whatever he was about to say turned into a shriek as he found himself thrown against a wall with so much strength it left a crack in the wall. 

You blinked in confusion before slowly looking down at your little girl. Hana had her arm outstretched and looked upset, her eyes glowing. So small, so young and yet she already showed so much strength; you couldn’t imagine how stronger she could get. 

If you were both impressed and scared with Hana’s display of power, Minho simply chuckled and ruffled Hana’s hair before walking to his friend. 

“Guess she doesn’t like you.” Minho commented, smirking at Jisung. He grabbed his arm and helped him back on his feet. “Better watch out or she might throw you through the window next time.” 

Jisung whined in response but didn’t comment, still stunned with the outcome. 

 “So. Let me make sure I understood everything. You met an angel without knowing he was one - I still don’t know how you didn’t notice, they’re just bunch of assholes.” That earned him a slap on the back of his head from Minho and a roll of eyes from you. “Whatever. Anyway. He got you pregnant and once you found out what he was you run away. Sounds familiar.” 

You took the blow without a word. But Minho thought differently. He kicked Jisung under the table. 

“Don’t be an asshole.” Minho scolded him.

“Language.” You scolded him in return, even if Hana was asleep in your arms. “I ran away because he wanted to take her away from me.” 

Jisung thought about it for a moment. He looked at Hana then back at you and nodded. “No wonder they want her. They will come for her.” Jisung was scared to ask what the plan was. More he looked at his friend, at his odd behavior and more it worried Jisung. He didn’t hate you, he hated your choice but he also knew you were good for Minho. But you being back with something their enemies wanted badly, was trouble they should avoid. “What’s the plan?” 

“She’s staying with me.” Minho answered without hesitation. 

“Are you mad? She can’t!” Jisung jumped from his place and slammed his hands on the table. “You know they will fight to get her back.” 

“Let them fight. I don’t care.” Minho shrugged. He looked nonchalant about the whole mess and yet you saw through him. He was slowly losing patience. 

“I care!” Jisung insisted. “We’ve been at peace with them for centuries! You can’t throw away the peace just for her!” 

Instead of answering, Minho looked at Jisung right into his eyes. He was cold, indifferent and yet his eyes were burning with rage. “Let them come. I dare them to take Y/N and Hana from me.” 

“Is there really a truce between demons and angels?” You asked as you sat beside Minho on the bench outside his house. The weather was lovely, but it looked too calm for your liking. Especially after the talk with Jisung. Despite Minho’s reassuring words, you couldn’t stop worrying. At any moment angels could appear, provoke a fight in order to get Hana back. And what could you do to stop it? Nothing.

Minho didn’t want to talk about it. Not because it was a forbidden subject but because he had a feeling you would try to leave the moment you found out how bad it could get because of his decision.

“You’re worried because of what Jisung said.” He said instead and observed you. You were avoiding his eyes; your gaze glued to your hands as you kept playing with your fingers, nervous.

“And you’re avoiding my question.”

Minho sighed in defeat. “So stubborn.” Nevertheless, a smile tugged at his lips.

“Minho.”

“Fine. Yes, there is a truce.”

Your heart leapt in your throat at his admission. “I can’t stay here. You had enough shit to deal with.” You stood up from your seat only for Minho to grab your hand and pull you back.

“Don’t even think about it.” He growled dangerously at you. The mention of the truce was enough to turn his mood sour but the mention of you leaving was even worse.

One glance from him should have silenced you but your fears were stronger than his menacing glare.

“You know I can’t stay!” You protested, body fully turned to him. “I brought my problems to your doorstep because I knew the only place I could be safe would be with you. But I didn’t know the consequences. I can’t let you risk all for me.”

“Shut up.” Minho snapped, his eyes turning red. Minho was pissed, alright. He tried desperately to keep his temper in check but your words and the simple mention of you leaving pushed him to the edge.

“Min-“

“You made your choice three years ago. Let me make mine today.” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath to calm his nerves. The moment he opened his eyes, they were back to their normal color. All trace of anger vanished just like that and was replaced with softness and sorrow. “It’s unfair how much hold you have over me, Y/N. It’s dangerous for so many reasons, but it seems that I just don’t care. You could stamp on my heart again and I’ll let you.”

Once more, he took your hand and squeezed gently. His hand was warm and soft and so comforting you almost wept. “I wish I could hate you.”

“But you don’t.”

“No I don’t.”

Living with Minho was everything you had imagined it would be and more. Easy, comfortable, filled with banters and sweet moment that usually involved him and Hana. You easily found the right rhythm that suited the two of you. Whenever he had to leave, he always made sure that someone he trusted stayed behind. Sometimes it was Jisung, sometimes it was another of his friends. All of them were wary of Hana at first and of you of course, but one big smile from Hana and they melted. Especially Jisung.

Just like that six months passed. Hana’s power grew stronger every day; throwing people against walls was the least of your concern. Whenever she threw a tantrum the whole place would shake and things would fly around. If at first it scared you because you had absolutely no clue how to deal with such incredible and powerful baby, you got used to it. Minho happened to be a great help with it too. A flash of his bright red eyes and Hana would always calm down. Sometimes later, you believed, she would go against him but for now it did the trick.

Hana’s powers weren’t the only thing that grew. She did too. Despite being only six months old, she looked much older. And she could talk which made things much easier and your life livelier.

Your life turned out as normal as it could get with a half angel baby and a life with a demon, but there was still one thing that bothered you. The lack of activities from angels. Minho barely talked about it, telling you every single time not to worry, that he would deal with it when times come but it made you wonder. Did he talk to them? Did he persuade them to give up? You gathered from the few conversations with Jisung that Minho was someone angels avoided and would not mess up with unless necessary. It made you wonder just how strong Minho was.

“A problem for another day.” You told yourself as you took a deep breath.

You put the different snacks on the plate and headed outside to join both Minho and Hana. The weather was lovely and perfect, not too hot and not too cold, just what you needed to enjoy a little afternoon all together. A big blanket was splayed on the ground, Minho laying on it with Hana sitting on his chest and clapping her hands.

Despite living under the same roof, you didn’t witness many times his display of power. Today however he was using it freely for Hana’s pure enjoyment. Butterflies formed from shadows flied all around them, all around Hana, playing with her hair. It was a pretty sight and you enjoyed it almost as much as Hana did.

“I think it’s the first time I’m seeing you use your powers.” You admitted as you put the plate beside them but still far enough to avoid any accident. Just as you said those words, a butterfly landed on the tip of your nose, tickling you softly.

Minho looked at you, smiling so fondly, your heart skipped a beat. You couldn’t tell whether it was because of Hana or because of the two of you but you appreciated the moment all the same. His smile was contagious as you leaned to plant a kiss on Hana’s cheek.

“He made so many butterflies! Just for me!” Hana explained to you, voice filled with excitement and cheerfulness as she spread her arms widely for butterflies to land on her.

“Just for you.” Minho confirmed. Then, with a flick of his hand a shadow formed around you, circling you before taking form. “And this one for you.” A black cat made of shadows.

Hana applauded louder than ever and tried to reach for it– she failed and fell beside Minho. The two of you stared at her, trying desperately to stifle the laugh. Minho being the strongest managed, you, not so much. Hana raised her head and glared at you; her glare reminding you awfully of Minho.

“This is so you.” You pointed at her scowl before looking at him. “She’s imitating you.”

“She’s learning from the best.” He said proudly.

You rolled your eyes at him and chose not to respond. Instead, your attention was on the cat that kept turning around you, brushing your knees every now and then. You reached out to pet it and immediately the cat came to bump its head against your hand. Despite it being made of shadows, it felt warm against the palm of your hand. Warm and familiar – like Minho which you supposed made sense, it was his power, a part of him.

“Just wait when Jisung hears about it.” You teased knowing that Minho would rather die than show his soft side to his friend.

“Don’t you dare.” He warned you sounding threatening if not for his eyes twinkling with mischief.

You were tempting the devil, you knew it and didn’t care. “Or what?”

Minho quirked a brow at your provocation. “Do you really want to find out?”

You grabbed a grape and shoved in your mouth to hide your smile, to hide how this little game was truly affecting you – Minho saw it anyway. “Someone is playing with fire.”

“Who?”

“How cute.”

Your blood froze in your veins. You knew this voice. The deceptive one. The one that made you believe that you could love again. The one that managed to get through the walls you had built around yourself after the breakup. The one that seduced you. He was here. He had found them.

In the blink of an eye, Minho was on his feet, standing before you, fists clenched, eyes red. All trace of happiness, of genuine smiles vanished to replace with wrath and the urge to fight. To protect.

You hurried to scoop Hana in your arms as you stood behind Minho, watching five angels standing too close for your liking. They looked relaxed and satisfied. You bet they were. It took them six months to find you and finally they were so close to their goal.

“I’ve been wondering who managed to hide you so well.” Soobin said, unbothered, completely ignoring Minho’s presence. His eyes were on you and on Hana. “But to think you would hide with a demon. I’m both impressed and disgusted.”

Hana was shaking in your arms. Your grip around her tightened. Just like Minho, you were ready to fight if needed. There was no way you would give up your child, your happiness without a fight.

“I believe you have something that belongs to me.” And as he said those words, he took few steps towards you.

His mistake. Maybe he should have paid more attention to Minho. To what and who he was. The moment he took those steps, darkness erupted from everywhere. The beautiful blue sky turned black and so did your surroundings. It felt as if life itself was being sucked from everywhere. It was only then that Soobin’s attention shifted to Minho. His eyes widened in shock before his mouth set in a hard line.

“You.”

You stared at Minho’s back in disbelief and wonder at the same time. You thought you knew what he looked like as a demon, thought the only changes were his eyes. You were wrong. So terribly wrong. Because the man that stood protectively between you and the angels looked completely different. Strange and yet still so familiar.

Black marks covered his arms from his wrist to his shoulders and you suspected it went beyond. The tip of his fingers were black and with claws. Even his hair seemed a little longer. Shadows surrounded him, following his every gesture. He looked absolutely deadly and magnificent.

“Take my advice and leave.” Minho simply said. For the sake of his friends, Minho chose to use threats instead of fighting, no matter how much he wanted to kill them all. So what if some angels went missing from heaven? It wouldn’t be a big deal. Good riddance even.

“I can’t.” Soobin recovered quickly. While his friends were ready to fight, he hesitated. “I really don’t want to fight you. Nothing good will come out of it.”

Minho snorted at that. “Why? Scared that this time I will actually end your miserable existence?”

Minho’s remark made you snap from your observation. As you scrutinized the two men, you quickly realized that they shared a past. They knew each other and not only because they were sworn enemies. No. There was something else and you weren’t sure if it was a good thing.

“Mommy, is Minnie in trouble?” Hana whispered as she glanced at Minho. She outstretched her arm, wanting to reach for him but you stopped her by hugging her tighter against you.

Hana, despite her young age, recognized the danger when faced with it. You couldn’t lie and tell her that you weren’t in trouble, but Minho. Minho looked so composed, so confident, it made you wonder who would come out victorious if they fought.

“Don’t worry.” You whispered to her. “Minho is the strongest person I have ever met. If anything, they are in trouble, not him.” You kissed the crown of her head and prayed that it would be over soon.

“Do you think you can fight all of us?” Soobin dared him. Maybe a part of him truly believed that they stood a chance against Minho. Or maybe he bluffed.

“Want to find out?” There was at least one person who wasn’t bluffing and it was Minho.

He didn’t hesitate, not even for a second as his power spread. From the corner of your eyes you spotted movement; fast and lethal. The shadows took form, solidifying, turning into giant monsters that stood beside Minho, protecting him, waiting for his orders.

“She’s mine.” Minho growled. His growl loud, dangerous and filled with so much venom, goosebumps spread all over your skin in response. You didn’t fear Minho. You trusted him with all your being but it didn’t mean your body didn’t recognize the predator that stood before you. The incredibly beautiful predator.

“She’s mine.” He repeated and you swore you heard the monsters repeat his words.

And his words, his possessiveness echoed in your mind, in your heart. And you watched as this beautiful, dangerous man, despite everything, stood proudly before you. Watched him as he was ready to fight for the two of you, not only because he offered you a roof but because he truly cared for Hana. You heard it in his voice. You saw it every day; he truly loved Hana as his own.

Tears shimmered in your eyes as so many emotions raged inside you. Love, gratitude, pain, longing. All of it.  You couldn’t stop yourself as his name escaped your lips. It was barely audible but he heard it anyway. He always did.

Minho glanced over his shoulder and your eyes locked for a moment.  In this moment, there was so much you wanted to tell him. To tell him you were sorry, to tell him to be careful and that they couldn’t live without a world where he was not. And Minho being Minho understood it. He shook his head and winked playfully at you before returning his attention on the angels.

“Leave.” He said, “You interrupted our peaceful family moment.”

“You’re a fool, Minho.” Was the last thing Soobin said before vanishing along with his friends.

“So I’ve been told.”

The three of you stood in silence for a moment. You, still speechless; because of Minho’s true form and at the same time because he managed to make the angels flee. Minho, because he was still trying to sooth his anger.

“Minho.” You called for him.

Slowly, and after taking a deep breath, he turned to look at you, expecting to see fear and maybe disgust in your eyes. He saw none of it. Instead, he found you standing close to him, your hand outstretched for him to take.

“Let’s get back inside.” And you smiled.

“No! I don’t want to sleep!” Hana protested and kicked her blanket with as much strength as she could muster after a long and rather emotional day.

You frowned at her before looking at Minho in despair. You had tried everything to force her to sleep but nothing worked. It was one of those days.

“What if the bad guys come back?” She muttered as she pressed her teddy-bear closer to her heart. “What if they try to break us apart?”

“Oh baby.” You wrapped your arms around her and pressed a kiss on her forehead. “They won’t come back.” At least you hoped so.

Minho joined you on the bed. He leaned closer to Hana and grabbed her hand, squeezing it gently. “You don’t have to worry about the bad guys. I kicked their-“ He stopped himself on time, glanced guiltily at you, before adding, “I mean, we fought already once and they lost. I’ll fight them again and they will lose. Nobody will take you from me.”

“But what if they try to take mommy away?”

Her words hit deeper than you thought. Too scared to see Minho’s reaction, you kept your eyes on her, but your heart was beating fast and loud. Would he fight for you? You didn’t know and were scared to find out.

“Not going to happen.” Minho confirmed and ruffled her hair fondly. “You have nothing to worry about. So sleep or else we’re not getting your favorite cake tomorrow.”

You looked at him, eyes boring into him at his admission. You didn’t want to get your hopes up, but his words soothed your fears, more than you were willing to admit.

Once sure Hana was asleep, the two of you left the room. You wanted to talk some more with Minho, to discuss the incident with the angels but it seemed like Minho was either avoiding you or simply had enough for one night.

“You should go back and sleep.” He advised you without looking at you. “Good night, Y/N.”

The wise thing would definitely be to go back to your room and sleep but you were known for not being very wise. He should have known. Without making any sound, you followed him and you bet he knew it.

Minho went back outside, his shadows following him. It made you stop and observe. It fascinated you how they were simply part of him, always following him, protecting him. They spread behind, almost reaching you and halted as if hesitating to touch you.

“You have a mind of your own?” You felt silly for talking to a shadow but it reacted. It moved again and wrapped around your ankle. You expected to shiver, you expected it to be cold but it wasn’t. It was a warm caress. Just like Minho.

You followed Minho outside and the shadow followed your every step, maybe because it was fun or maybe because it appreciated your company.

Minho’s power spread around the house and marks appeared in the air. You didn’t recognize any of them, not even from your time with Amy, but you easily guessed it was in order to protect the place.

“Shouldn’t you be in bed?” He asked

“I got distracted.” You admitted

“With what?”

“You.”

Minho chuckled in response, half amused, half surprised with your admission. With his hands tucked in his pockets, he approached you, smirking devilishly at you. And you? You gulped, nervously. To save yourself from this beautiful creature, you averted your eyes from his face.

But Minho was in a rather playful mood. “And how exactly am I distracting you?” A finger under your chin, he tilted your head to make you look at him.

It was pure torture to be so close to him and yet not being able to fully touch him. It was torture to have him watch you so closely – you bit your lips and his eyes followed the gesture.

“Be careful. I might bite.”

Minho thought that nothing could terrify him in this world. He was once more wrong. After the recent events, he came to realize that the idea of losing Hana truly upset him. He couldn’t imagine a day without her. Not anymore. But it wasn’t the only thing that scared him. No. Hearing your screams shattered his heart in thousand pieces.

One scream from you and he was out of his bed and appeared in your room, ready to fight whoever managed to get through his wards. But there was nobody in your room. No signs of breaking. Nothing except for you fighting invisible enemies in your sleep.

“Y/N.” He called for you in hope to wake you from your nightmare.

But you didn’t wake up. Not even when he joined you and grabbed your arms, trying to stop you from hurting yourself. Not even when he took you in his arms and tried to reach your mind.

“Come on, love. Wake up.” He whispered to your ear and kissed your forehead. “You’re safe. Hana is safe. I’m here.”

Minho rocked you in his arms while, slowly, your body started to relax and you stopped fighting. He kept you in his arms and watched your every breath and listened to your heartbeat.

“Come back to me.”

And you did. As you opened your eyes, you were met with the familiar face and soft eyes. With familiar warmth spreading through you.

Minho smiled. “Hi. Bad dream?”

“Yeah. But now I think I’m dreaming again.” You managed to say. You didn’t know what shocked you more; your nightmare or the fact that Minho was in your bed, holding you.

Minho chuckled at your attempt at being funny. “Nope. Not a dream, I’m really here.” And to prove his point, his hold around you tightened. “Make room, I don’t think I can go back to my room now.”

“Who say I want you in my bed?” You obviously wanted him in your bed. Not only because you were scared of having another nightmare, but also because his presence alone was everything you needed. You wanted him close to you, you wanted him to keep holding you.

Minho rolled his eyes and pushed you playfully to make room for himself. He thought he was being polite by asking, but really, his decision was made the moment he got inside your room.

“What a gentleman.” You commented but gladly lifted the blanket for him to settle under.

“A trait of my personality that you used to love.”

“Still do.” You hadn’t meant to speak aloud but the words left your mouth anyway. You froze beside him and then cleared your throat. “I’m sorry for waking you up.”

“Don’t fret.” Minho pulled you back against him as if it was the most natural thing to do. And it used to and it still felt the same. Good. Right. “Was your nightmare about angels?”

You shut your eyes and tried not to think about it, but the image was still fresh in your mind. “Yes. They were trying to take her away from me.”

“You know that I was sincere when I told Hana that I won’t let them take you away right?” But despite the sincerity in his voice, you didn’t look at him. You didn’t want him to see the tears in the corner of your eyes. Minho gently grabbed your chin and made you look at him. “You do know that there is nothing I wouldn’t do for you, right? Nothing I can deny you.”

“I let you out of my sight once. I’m not doing it again.”

After that night, something had changed between you and Minho. Maybe it was because of the attack and fear of another one. You weren’t stupid; it couldn’t be just that easy. One threat from Minho and they left you alone – it didn’t make sense. Or maybe it had nothing to do with the angels and more to do with the late confession.

From the moment you had left Minho, you knew, deep inside you, that it was the biggest mistake of your life. Yes, you were allowed to be scared, to feel insecure and doubt but it was Minho. You should have listened to the little voice – the one that whispered late at night. The one who reminded you every good, magical moments you had spent in his company. The one who reminded you every time you tried to start anew that no matter how nice a man was; nobody could compare to him. Nobody could compare to how he made you feel. How deep was his love for you. You tried to reason yourself. You tried to bury your feelings, your love and your regret.

But look at you right now? You were back to the very same place you had run from. The irony wasn’t lost on you.

And yet, he still cared for you. He was stilling willing to fight for you, protect you from everything and from everyone. You didn’t want to hope, to expect anything more from him but could you really ignore this tiny part of you? You couldn’t. You couldn’t ignore the lingering eyes on you. You couldn’t ignore his little touches; simple brushes of arms that set your skin on fire. You couldn’t ignore the attention he gave you.

“Take a picture. It lasts longer.” Minho teased you. Without realizing it, you had been staring at him for too long, lost in your own little world.

Your face heat up; it was a tad embarrassing to be caught red-handed, especially because you would never hear the end of it. “Why would I when I see the real thing every day?” You managed to say with a huff and averted your eyes from his face.

Minho chuckled at your attempt to save your face but it was too late. He had seen it all and enjoyed every second of it. “Maybe so you can frame it and put it on your bedside table?” He closed his book, finding that teasing you was so much more interesting. He watched you like a hawk as he got closer to you – you took a step back.

“What were you thinking about while staring at me like that?” He grinned as he leaned closer, eyes never leaving yours. He enjoyed the effect he had on you; the flush on your face, your breathing and especially how loudly your heart beat.

You took another step back only to meet the wall. You were trapped and at his mercy. And whatever Minho wanted, he always had it. Including the truth out of you. “Like what?”

Minho’s grin turned into a full smirk. He leaned, a hand resting on the wall right beside your head. “Were you thinking about how handsome I am?” And he leaned even closer, mere inches between you. “Or were you thinking about something naughty? That wouldn’t surprise me.”

You gasped at his words. “Why would I?!” You tried pushing him away for the sake of your sanity. His closeness, even if much appreciated (if not too much), was driving you nuts. You couldn’t think straight, couldn’t think about anything else but his body so close to yours.

But your attempt was another failure. Minho didn’t budge, not even a little.

“So you were.” He teased, unable to stop himself.

“I was not!”

Minho’s lips were hovering over yours, leaving no space between your bodies. His warmth spread through your own body like fire. All you had to do was to tilt your head and you could kiss him. So damn tempting.

“Be honest with me, Y/N. Say what you want.”

And it would be so easy, wouldn’t it?

Not under Hana’s watch.

“Mommyyyyyyy!” Hana called while running in the room, so fast Minho had barely the time to put some space between you. “Look, look!”

You tried, you really did, but your dizziness prevented you from concentrating on anything other than the man beside you and the thought that you almost kissed. Almost.

“What is it?” Minho was the one to recover, fast, as always.

Hana showed him the palm of her hand, proudly. Tiny balls of light floated around her hand. Slowly at first and then it spread. The balls got bigger and slowly the shape changed and turned into butterflies, identical to the ones Minho had made for her, except they were made of lights and not shadows.

Minho whistled, impressed with how easily Hana managed to learn the trick. How easily she managed to learn to control her power. He crouched to be at her level and admired her work closer. Impressive indeed.

“Well done.” He ruffled her hair.

From the day you started living with Minho, and especially after the little visit from angels, there was one thing you didn’t think you would ever witness. A talk between Soobin and Minho.

You woke up in the middle of the night, thirsty and a little disoriented. You didn’t know what time it was except for the fact that it was still late considering the darkness you spotted from your window. Without making any noise, you hurried to get to the kitchen, wanting to go back as quick as possible to the warmth of your bed. But before you could walk back to your room, you noticed that the front door was opened. Not widely but enough to worry you. Your instinct told you to get to Minho, to warn him but your body moved on its own. You walked on tiptoes. Closer you got and louder the voices got from outside. Voices that you recognized easily. Voices that you didn’t expect to hear so soon together.

“I can’t believe you would go so far for a human.” Soobin admitted as he ruffled his hair in frustration. “You used to kill them on sight.”

You clasped your hand over your mouth to prevent any noises, to stop yourself from gasping out loud. Why the hell was Soobin here? And more importantly, why did he look so comfortable around Minho? It didn’t make much sense.

“Y/N is special.” Minho simply replied without elaborating.

Soobin paused to observe Minho. The demon he knew would have never praised a human, no matter how pretty the person was. “She’s human. A pretty one, yes, but still human.”

“One that bore your child. You can’t deny she’s special.” Minho reminded him. It hurt him to even mention the fact that Hana was his child, he wished he could forget this fact but he also needed Soobin to realize that you weren’t just any human. You were different.

“When you put it like that.” He sighed. “You know the child is special. I want her.” He winced when Minho’s eyes flashed red. A silent warning that Soobin took seriously as he raised his hands in defense. “Are you really going to start another war for them?”

Minho didn’t answer. He had the answer right on the tip of his tongue but his attention was somewhere else. On you. Despite your attempt at being discrete, he could feel you, too close to them for his liking. Soobin, on the other hand, was oblivious.

“But it’s not only about the child, is it?” Soobin realized in disbelief. “It’s about Y/N. Is she worth it?”

“To me? Yes.” Minho took a dangerous step towards him. Everything about him screamed danger. Just one wrong word and this almost friendly encounter would turn to a bloody one. “I don’t particularly like you, Soobin. But I don’t hate you. But should you come back with an army, I will fight you and I will end you for good, this time. I won’t let her go. Not her and not Hana.”

“Is it a threat?”

“It’s a promise.”

Soobin shook his head. “You’re crazy.” Only then, he noticed you by the door. You couldn’t help yourself as you got closer, body shaking and teary eyes. His own eyes softened at your sight. He liked you, in his own odd way. Yes, you were a special human.

“And I must be crazy too.” Soobin sighed in defeat. “Take care of them. I can’t promise you that we won’t be back. But I’ll take in consideration your promise.” And with that he vanished into the darkness of the night.

“What a pain in the ass.” Minho groaned and turned to face you. He observed you for a moment, frowning at your state. “Why are you crying?”

Minho knew from the moment he felt your presence you would end up hearing them but he didn’t care. He had nothing to hide; not his business with angels and definitely not how he felt about you. It was about time he addressed the matter and tonight seemed like the perfect opportunity to do so. 

“I-“ But no words left your mouth, too overwhelmed with your own feelings. 

The corner of his mouth quirked up as he got closer to you. “Say it.” Minho knew you well enough to know what was going through your mind. He always could read you easily, then and now. 

It frustrated you how easily his words unsettled you, how easily your heart answered his call. You didn’t want to hide how you felt, how badly you wanted to go back to what you were. But you didn’t deserve it. Not after hurting him over and over again. 

“Y/N. Say it.” His voice was calm and gentle when really, inside he was dying to hear you say it. He wanted to hear your confession and ease his mind and heart. 

“I don’t deserve you.” You finally managed to whisper through tears. “I can’t say it, Minho.” 

He shook his head and gently cupped your face. “I still want to hear it.” 

You looked at him, heart roaring in your ears. “I’m sorry.” There was so much you should apologize for, but your mind was a mess and you weren’t sure you could convey all your feelings. But you still were willing to try. For you, for Hana, for him. Especially for him. Because Minho deserved it. He was always there for you, then and now. He showered you with love then and he still did it today. He showered Hana with the same love when he could have hated her for what she was. But he didn’t. 

“I’m sorry for leaving you. I’m sorry for being an idiot and getting scared. I should have listened to my heart. I should have known that despite being a demon, you were sincere, that you cared so much for me. I’m sorry for hurting you.” 

Minho stroked your cheek with his thumb, gently wiping your tears. “When you showed up at my doorstep, I really wanted to slam the door to your face. Just the sight of you brought back unwanted feelings, unwanted needs. But I couldn’t do it. I saw how fragile you were and my heart refused to let go. Refused to let my bitterness stands between you and me.”

“I’m sorry.” You repeated. You bit on your lips to prevent another sob but your face told him everything he needed to know.

Minho leaned over and kissed your right eye, tasting your tears, and then the left one. “I never stopped loving you. Not even when you broke my heart.” He kissed your nose, your cheeks, making you tremble even more. “I’m not letting you go again and if it means I have to start another war then so be it.”

“You’re cra-zy.” You managed to say through a hiccup.

“Can you blame me?”

You couldn’t.

Satisfied with your reaction, Minho kissed the only part of your face he hadn’t touched, the only part he desperately wanted to touch. At first, it was a simple brush of his lips, light and hesitant. Maybe he was giving you one last chance to pull back, to escape – as if you would. Never again. Minho’s hold on your face tightened as he pressed his lips a little stronger, unable to hold back any longer. And he didn’t need to; you wrapped your arms around his, tightly as if your life depended on him. And you kissed him back with the same enthusiasm, with the same need and despair.

“I love you.” He whispered against your lips. “Don’t ever leave me again, Y/N.”

The simple mention of leaving brought back tears to your eyes. You clung to him as strongly as you could, shutting his mouth with yours. In that moment you realized that you would rather die than leave him again.

“Never again.” You promised

Minho scooped you in his arms. A peck on your lips followed by a smile so bright you weren’t sure you had ever seen it on his face.

He carried you back inside the house and straight to his room. Minho dropped you on his bed. He stood by his bed for a moment, admiring the sight of you in his bed, admiring your parted lips, admiring the look in your eyes. You wanted him just as much as he wanted you. And there was so much he wanted to do to you. He wanted to taste you, to claim you and make sure that nobody would ever touch you. He wanted to make you scream and make you remember who you belonged to.

“Are you sure about it?” He asked one last time for good measure.

You smiled at his attempt, at his gentleness. You spread your arms widely. “Come and claim me.”

Minho closed his eyes and took a short moment to calm himself, to let your words sink in. You were his. He grabbed the edge of his shirt and pulled it over his head.

Despite knowing his body for years, you couldn’t help but suck in your breath in amazement, in need. He was so helplessly perfect. Strong, lean body that you were dying to touch again, to feel the smoothness of his skin against you.

“You’re drooling.” Minho teased, yet incredibly satisfied with your reaction.

“Can’t be helped when you look this good.” You didn’t try to deny, there was no point when your body was reacting so strongly to his presence.

Minho’s hands found their way to your ankles, softly massaging them making you moan in response at his gentle touch. Slowly, his hands travelled from your ankles to your calves, to your knees, setting your body on fire. You were burning with need and longing.

He grabbed your shorts and pulled them just as slowly from you. He knew that you were desperately needing more and so did he, but where would be the fun if he gave everything to you right away? It all came apart the moment he realized you weren’t wearing any panties; the scent of your arousal hit his senses. He let out an animalistic growl. This same fucking sweet scent that used to drive him crazy.

Growing just as impatient, you took off your shirt and threw it somewhere on the floor, eyes never leaving Minho. Your heart was roaring; your body was burning. “Touch me.”.

In response, Minho leaned over you and claimed your lips in a heated kiss. His hands were roaming freely all over your body, touching, groping, fondling. “So fucking beautiful.” He dragged your lower lip playfully with his teeth. His lips trailed from your lips down to your neck, leaving bright marks. He marked every inch of your skin; your neck, your chest, your stomach.

“Can’t believe you’re a mom.” He planted kisses all over your stomach, worshipped every tiny scars, marks that were left on your body. “And such a good mom.”

The moment his lips connected with your clit, all air left your lungs; your body jerked in response. Minho feasted on you, savoring the sweet taste of you, the one he had missed for so long. The stroke of his tongue were determined, determined to make you scream, to make you come apart with just his tongue.

“Minho,” You moaned as your head fell back. Your body responded to his touches so easily, so eagerly. There was no stopping. You couldn’t ignore how loud your heart beat. You couldn’t ignore how wetter and how your body tingled with every flick of his tongue. But you needed more. You rocked your hips against his tongue, seeking to feel more, to feel him deeper.

“I want to spend the whole night buried between your legs.” Minho confessed and glanced at you from between your legs. The sight of his mouth covered with your wetness made you clench around nothing. He looked absolutely sinful and gorgeous.

“Minho, please.” You begged, your body aching with need of release.

“What is it?” He teased and gave a harsh suck. “Use your words.”

As if you could when he was devouring you like this. He knew it and still teased.

“Please, I’m so close.” You mewled and pushed your hips closer. “Please.”

“How can I say no when you beg so prettily?” He kept licking and sucking with even more eagerness, more strength. His grip on your ass tightened, fingers digging into your skin as he ravaged you.

“Minho!” You cried out as a wave of orgasm hit you.

He could have stop, could have let you a moment to recover but Minho was insatiable. He wanted and needed more; more of you, more of your taste, even if it meant to drive you crazy. So he kept feasting on you. He didn’t stop. Not when your body trembled under his assault. Not when you grabbed his hair and pulled, softly at first and stronger as your sensitive body was torn between the wish to pull away from him and let him end you right on the spot. He didn’t stop when a second orgasm hit you, even stronger than the first. He didn’t stop even when a third one hit you, so powerful you screamed his name.

“Please, I can’t.” You begged, tears streaming down your face, half delirious. Your whole body was so sensitive; you couldn’t bear it.

Minho smirked at you, pleased with his work, pleased with the way you looked; lips swollen, body covered with his marks and pussy wet and ready to take him. He quickly disregarded his last piece of clothes before going back to you, his hands sliding up and down your legs – you shook under the touch, still sensitive.

“Guess you forgot what it’s like to be overstimulated.” He mocked, “I bet it was boring with the angel.”

Even in your dizziness you understood his words, his innuendo. If you had any strength left, you would have scoffed at his words, instead you nudged him with your leg. A weak attempt at showing your annoyance.

“Should I remind you what you really like? Hm?” He challenged you. “Should I remind your pussy that it was made for me? Only me?”

“Stop talking and just show me.” You provoked him, knowing too well that he would make you pay and that it would leave you shattered and unable to walk for the next five business day. Exactly what you needed.

“So bold.” But he loved it. With ease he flipped you over. His hands found their rightful place on your ass. Such a beautiful one that used to be red with his handprints. He caressed your ass, lovingly, slowly and then gave it a strong first slap followed by another and another. Your body jerked as you moaned.

“Much better.” Minho gently rubbed your now bright red skin. “You look pretty with your ass all red.”

“Minho, I need you inside, right now.” You half begged half ordered. Despite his grip on your hips, you pushed your hips against him, needing to feel him.

“So impatient.” He shook his head. He took his hard, angry cock and brushed the tip against your folds – you whimpered.

“Please,” You begged, “I need you so badly.”

With one thrust, Minho buried himself deep inside you, welcoming your warmth. “Fuck, love, you feel so good.” He stilled, savoring your tightness – his cock twitched inside of you. “Since you begging me, you’re going to take everything I give you like a good girl right?”

“I will.” You promised as you gripped the sheets beneath you tightly, bracing yourself for the storm to come. You knew Minho was no longer able to control himself, to hold back, even if he tried. He was at his limits and you were more than ready for him to snap.

And he did. From the very beginning, he set a strong and fast rhythm, pounding into you mercilessly and you took it like a good girl. You accepted every thrust, his strong grip on your hips that would leave another set of bruises – and you didn’t care. With every powerful thrust, your eyes rolled back in your head.

“So fucking good.” Minho groaned and slammed his hips. “Taking me like a good little slut. I told you, this pussy was made for me.”

“Just for you.” You chocked. “I-m,I’m close.”

“But do you deserve to come?” He wondered.

Minho let go of your hips and you fell face on the bed, unable to hold on your own. It didn’t last; Minho grabbed a fist of your hair and pulled you against him. You arched your back, exposing your delicate neck.

“Tell me,” He whispered to your ear, “Tell me why you deserve to come hm?”

“I-“ But your words were lost; Minho’s free hand slid to where you were connected and found your clit. He played with you, making sure you wouldn’t be able to think straight, that you wouldn’t be able to answer back.

“I guess you don’t deserve to come. Should I stop?” As if he could stop.

“No!” You screamed as he kept playing with you. You were so close you could taste your orgasm. “Please, Minho. Let me come.”

He pulled your hair a little stronger and bit on your flesh. “Then tell me.”

“I love you!” You screamed, “Please, please, please.” You were a mess. A beautiful, sticky mess. His mess.

“Then come.”

You convulsed violently around him, eyes rolling back in your head. Minho’s thrusts got sloppier as he helped you through your orgasm while seeking his own. Minho stilled and let out a loud and deep groan as he spilled into you, letting you take all of him, not wasting any single drop.

“Fuck.” He cursed under his breath. He pulled out slowly, dragging the moment and admired as his cum slowly dripped from you. “Your pussy looks amazing.” He scooped the cum that was leaking from you and pushed it back inside you.

“Minho, too sensitive.” You whimpered, unable to take any more.

“Sorry,” He peppered your shoulder, your back with kisses. “Can’t help it.” He plopped beside you and pulled you in his arms, kissing the crown of your head.

Your body ached, every part of it but it was worth it. The bliss that followed was even more worth it. You were back to where you belonged to. His bed, his arms, his heart. You kissed his chest, feeling his heart beat wildly and tilted your head.

“I love you.” You told him again. “I loved you then and I love you even more now.”

“Now that’s the mind-blowing sex talking.”

You groaned and hit his chest. “And the moment is ruined.”