hyuck

Apparently, hooking up with other actors is just as unfulfilling as hooking up with any regular man.

The actor you bring to bed is more than unsatisfactory. You kick him out the next morning with an eye roll, and Sookyung raises an eyebrow at you as she pours you a cup of coffee.

“He was so promising,” you whine, sipping on your mug with a pout. “He’s hot right now because of that new drama. I thought he would know a thing or two.”

“The actors are extremely boring,” she informs you. “Clean cut, too hyperaware of the cameras. You can marry them but they won’t fuck you well. You know who’s very good at controlling their body movements? Idols.”

“You’re still on this?” You huff. “I wasn’t going to touch him with a ten foot pole, Soo. You know my drama is set to release in the fall. I can’t jeopardize its ratings. It’ll be my first big break.”

“How many times do I have to tell you that the senior idols know how to be discreet? You can keep toeing on the safe side but you’ll just return home every night, wondering if his dick is better.”

You ignore her advice. You throw yourself in your work for the next few weeks. Your agent books you audition after audition, leaving you scrambling to learn last-minute lines and adjusting your look to please the directors. You don’t even have time to slip a hand down your pants at the end of the day, let alone call the idol that Sookyung vouches for.

You don’t get a chance to breathe until the after party for Sookyung’s upcoming drama. She invites you to the premiere and you smile in front of the blinding lights, hearing flashes go off from left to right. You thank Sookyung for the free press and she waves you off.

“You know I’ll always look out for you,” she winks, tracing her finger over the rim of her champagne glass. “But do me one favor. I want you to have a good time tonight. You’ve been so tense these past few weeks!”

“I know, I know,” you sigh, running your fingers through your hair. “But I booked two more jobs. At least the long nights are getting me somewhere.”

You scan the room. It’s a relatively quiet party as most of the cast of Sookyung’s drama are on the older side. They mingle with one another as the venue plays soft jazz music.

You narrow your eyes when you spot the idol from your night at the club. He lingers by the bar, chatting with the actor that stars alongside Sookyung. You start to connect the dots in your head.

“You didn’t say your friend of a friend would be here,” you murmur, tossing her a look.

She smirks. “Oh, I didn’t? It must've slipped my mind.” The director walks over, apologizing before pulling Sookyung away into another conversation. She whispers to you before she leaves, “Don’t forget to have a good time!”

You weigh your other options before biting the bullet. Having an affair with an actor twenty years your senior is widely out of the question. Hooking up with the same actor who failed to bring you to your climax is also out of the question.

The idol approaches you while you’re silently crossing out candidates in your head.

“Ah, the pretty girl strikes again,” he says smoothly, sliding into your view with a grin. You give him a look of indifference. “Are you finally going to tell me your name? And maybe let me take you home?”

“You’re awfully bold for a man who danced with me for less than five minutes,” you say. “How do I know you can carry through with your promise of a good time?”

“I’m sure I can do a lot better than that sad sack you took home instead of me.”

You click your tongue. “He was great, actually. Kept me going all night.”

He barks in laughter, clutching his stomach. Even you can’t believe your phony lie. He jumps at the opportunity to tease you.

“Oh yeah? Did he whisper in your ear all night about what he would do to you? Did he drive you to the edge over and over again until you begged him to stop?” He asks, taking a step closer until the tip of his shoes brush against yours. You swallow, your eyes trained on his full lips. “Or maybe he got you drooling for him, stuffing your mouth to ensure you would be a good girl for him? Is that what you did for him, princess?”

The pet name scratches the itch inside of you. This is exactly what you wanted from that actor but he wasn’t able to provide. This idol is able to flip the switch so easily, morphing into the man you’ve been craving for.

…But you want to see him work for it.

After all, they say love is a game, right?

“It was really hard for me, you know,” you say, feigning innocence. Your voice drops a few octaves until you’re certain he’s the only one who can hear you. “Taking such a big cock in my mouth. It made my throat ache the next morning and got me wet for days. He didn’t last long though. I was hoping to see how pretty it would look when I bounced on him or when he stretched me out… can you imagine it?”

His jaw has dropped open with a small glob of drool spilling from the side of his lips. You giggle when he quickly wipes it away, his eyes wide in astonishment.

Hook, line, and sinker.

You grab another champagne glass from a nearby tray and wink at him.

“My drama is out this fall. Maybe you can finally learn my name when you see it in the credits.”

He grabs your wrist before you can merge into the throng of people.

“I promise I’ll show you a very good time,” he pleads. “Give me one chance to prove it to you.”

You smile mischievously. “Good boys like you have to earn it.”

You wriggle out of his grasp, your heart beating a million times a minute as you disappear from his line of sight.

Donghyuck believes you should risk your life for a week in bed with the pack leader.

“Listen, last I heard, the alpha is huge down there. Like the biggest knot any omega has ever taken,” he tells you with a smirk. You roll your eyes at his candor. “What’s wrong if he loses his temper a little? He's the pack leader for a reason. He can’t be that easy to set off or else we would already be at war with another pack.”

“How do you know that? Have you ever spoken to him?” You retort, which has Donghyuck zipping his lips shut.

No one has seen Lee Jeno since he was appointed pack leader. His responsibilities lie outside of pack grounds, ensuring no harm comes to the community by establishing a secure base around the perimeter. It’s rare for him to show up at community events unless it’s absolutely necessary.

He simply acts as the ominous figure that parents tell their pups at night — be good or else Jeno will come to scold you!

From what you recall when you were younger, he had been a shy alpha in school, never speaking out of turn and dodging all attempts for friendship. Everyone knew he would become the pack leader someday, and most of the elders warned you not to make an enemy of him. The cautionary tale didn’t exactly bring him popularity with the other children.

“I think you’re missing out on an amazing opportunity to get fucked within an inch of your life,” Donghyuck gossips with sparkling eyes. You quickly scan the gardens to check that no one else is eavesdropping on you. So far, you’ve only told Donghyuck of your ordeal and you would like to keep it that way. “I mean, he could give it to you so good.”

“Are you sure you’re not going into heat?” You reply with a scathing glare thrown his way.

You continue to pick fresh strawberries and drop them into your basket, gathering enough fruit for the community’s food pantry. You’re tasked with keeping it fully stocked every week. Donghyuck doesn’t usually accompany you to the gardens because he hates the sun beating down on his face, but he must be really determined to get you in Jeno’s bed to be out here.

“Trust me, you would know. I would be humping someone’s leg and trying to pounce on any available alpha I could find.”

You open your mouth to reiterate why you think sleeping with Jeno is a bad idea, but you hear someone clearing their throat from behind you. You briefly catch the shocked expression that twists over Donghyuck’s face before you spin around.

Your heart nearly flies out of your chest when you see the pack leader standing in front of you.

Your head dips immediately in submission, your omega seizing up in the alpha’s presence. You drop the basket to the ground, eyes wide as you try not to freak out.

Jeno quickly helps you pick up your basket, offering it back to you.

“T-Thank you,” you squeak, afraid of saying the wrong thing.

You were berating his second-in-command less than twenty-four hours ago, but you have never felt the crippling fear of your omega until now. His alpha pheromones ooze out of him, encompassing you wholly to remind you who’s in charge.

“I apologize for startling you,” Jeno says smoothly. “I didn’t mean to interrupt your duties for the community. Jaemin informed me that you were a bit displeased I didn’t formally request for you in person-”

“That was my fault, alpha!” You interject. “I was being terribly rude. I never meant to insult you-”

His finger grazes over your chin, tilting your jaw upwards until you’re staring at him directly. You swallow your nerves, finally able to look at him.

He resembles a little of his younger self but his soft features have hardened, shaping him into the brooding alpha he’s meant to be. His eyes darken as he gazes at you, and you feel your core twitch involuntarily, wondering what it would be like to be trapped underneath him.

“I didn’t come for your apologies, omega,” he says. “I was the rude one, sending a messenger after you with such a delicate subject. I should’ve been kind enough to speak to you myself.”

You find yourself wanting to apologize again, even though there’s nothing to say sorry for. He renders you speechless, leaving you with your mouth gaping like a fish out of water.

Jeno shifts his focus to Donghyuck, who stands quietly behind you, his chin tucked to his chest obediently.

“Lee Donghyuck, yes? I remember you from our time at school.”

You can feel Donghyuck’s nerves radiating off of him.

“Y-Yes, alpha. I s-should be going now,” he replies, and you throw him a look that clearly states don’t leave me here! “I’ll give y-you some privacy to talk.”

Once you’re alone with Jeno, your throat goes dry. The alpha scans you, submitting to his natural instincts to check if you’ve been harmed. He pushes out a comforting scent to ease the tension from your shoulders.

“Jaemin said you had quite a few concerns about my behavior during my rut. I wanted to be open and honest with you, especially since you’re placing yourself in an uncomfortable position for my sake.”

“O-Oh,” you mumble, flushed by his rapt attention. You should’ve watched your tongue around Jaemin, knowing he would relay your bratty attitude back to Jeno. “I did have a few concerns. Alphas aren’t naturally… kind when they’re in the haze of their rut. A few of the omegas I know have told me some horror stories.”

He nods in understanding. “It is an instinct we often fail to control. I admit, I have not experienced my rut since I became pack leader. I’ve been taking suppressants because I felt that my rut would prohibit me from my duties, but it’s only hindered my state of mind. I find myself struggling to focus during important meetings. I’ve read up thoroughly on the process though, I assure you. I’ve given Jaemin clear instructions that he has the right to intervene if I ever do anything that you find unpleasant.”

That does make you feel a little better. You purse your lips, twiddling your thumbs as you say, “I was also confused, alpha, as to why you chose me.”

He coughs, glancing away from you for the first time. The tip of his ears bloom red, and you realize that the head alpha is actually embarrassed by his answer.

“…I find you to be a suitable omega for my wants and needs. I didn’t make this decision impulsively. This has been a choice I’ve been planning out carefully for months.”

You nod, feeling butterflies swarm your stomach in anticipation. It would make sense that the pack leader would assess all of the omegas in your community thoroughly. He must’ve been singling them out one by one, observing them until he landed on you.

You just fit his job description. You don’t know why your heart sinks a little at the conclusion.

What were you expecting? That the pack leader would fall in love with you at first sight?

“And we would be doing this at my house?”

His eyes widen. “No, no, of course not. Too many people would be around and my alpha would constantly worry about protecting you. The council has elected to build a cabin in the heart of the woods, far away enough for our privacy. Jaemin will check in on us every day and provide us supplies.”

You furrow your eyebrows. “How long does your rut usually last?”

Ruts are only supposed to last three to five days, so it amazes you when Jeno replies with, “Two to three weeks.”

You almost topple over and his hand clasps around your upper arm to steady you.

Two to three weeks? You have to fuck Jeno for two to three weeks?

He winces at the scared expression on your face. “I understand it’s not ideal. But the combination of me being the pack leader and warding off my rut for so long has brought unexpected side effects. I understand if you want to decline.”

“If I decline, does that mean you’ll find another omega to spend your rut with?”

The color of his ears deepen into a shade of crimson. “Not likely. I’ll probably suffer through it alone.”

You blink in amazement. It’s hard to wrap your mind around the fact that he would rather spend two to three weeks in agony than locate another omega to stick his cock into.

You take a deep breath. “I’m open to the idea. As long as my safety isn’t compromised.”

“Of course,” he says, his lips stretching into a smile. You coo over how his happiness dances across his face. “I would never gamble with your life. You can trust me.”

Oddly enough, you do trust him. You don’t know if that’s because he’s managed to convince you or because your omega is inclined to surrender to the head alpha’s wishes.

You inhale sharply when you say, “Where should I meet you?”

It is known in the pits of hell that different types of demons do not tend to mix together.

You are a demon of possession, eagerly taking human spirits and making them your own, walking in their bodies and wreaking havoc on the general population. The only demons you speak to are other demons of possession, often venting to one another about the trials and tribulations of your job.

It’s why you’re surprised when Yuta informs you of a special gathering between different demon species.

“How is that going to work?” You scoff. “Are we supposed to discuss the logistics of our work? Or band together and unionize against Lucifer?”

Yuta laughs at you, pouring himself another cup of coffee. The human he’s chosen to possess for the month has an affinity for the drink, even though it tastes like burnt rubber when you pour it down your own throat. You chalk it up to your human being too fragile for simple things, which is why you possessed her in the first place.

“I guess one of the fallen angels advocated for Dejun to organize it. You know how they are, always trying to prove to themselves that they aren’t all that bad,” he says. “I thought it could be fun. I mean, how much do you even know about the other demons?”

You ponder over the question. You’ve only had one non-possession demon friend when you were younger. She was one of the most wicked demons you have ever known, her heart swirling black until it encompassed her completely. It’s why she was appointed to become an archdemon, one of the highest ranking positions a demon can hold.

You haven’t talked to her since. Archdemons don’t normally speak to lower level demons like you.

“I guess it could be informative,” you shrug. “Are you asking Johnny to come with us?”

“I offered it to him, but you know his human is stuck at a depressing job across the country. I doubt he can make it in time.”

You prepare yourself for the demon gathering that weekend, slipping out of your human’s spirit for the night. She’ll probably be curled into a ball for the remainder of the evening, her mind melting into a puddle as she tries to wrap her head around the fact that she’s been possessed by you for the last few weeks.

Who knows, maybe it’ll urge her to offer her soul over to you faster than you anticipated. Then you can move on to your new assignment.

Yuta meets you in his regular demon form at the bottom of your human’s apartment building. You transport yourselves back to hell with the snap of your fingers, grunting once you land on the cold hard ground.

As the humans like to say, there’s no place like home.

Black clouds swirl across the sky while ominous thunder claps throughout hell. You and Yuta find the meeting spot for tonight in Lucifer’s dungeons, which have lately turned into a lounge for demons to relax after a long day.

The dungeons are already bustling with chatter, random demons darting left and right as they carry alcoholic drinks containing human souls or fresh blood. You quickly snatch up a flute of champagne from a nearby tray, grinning when you can taste the negative energy soaked into the alcohol.

“Yuta! You made it!”

Dejun, another demon of possession, greets you both at the door. He ushers you inside, leading you further into the lounge. You pass by a combination of demons resting on velvet couches, speaking eagerly to one another.

Dejun is all for demon unity, speaking animatedly about the crowd that’s gathered in the room.

“Even the incubi and succubi have made a show! I thought they would flake out because there are no humans here for them to fuck,” Dejun murmurs, helping you find an empty table and ordering you another round of drinks.

“Why are there no humans here?” You muse, glancing around. “Seems like the perfect spot for us to feed on their souls.”

Dejun shakes his head. “And have a demon brawl break out because they’ll argue about which demon gets to kill which human? I’ll pass.”

You keep to yourself for most of the night, not mingling as much as Yuta does. You’re not particularly interested in knowing how another demon’s work is shaping their existence. In all honesty, you’re ready to slip back into your human’s skin and dial one of her ex-boyfriends.

“Ah, a demon of possession. There seems to be a lot of you here.”

You glance up to see an incubus hovering over you. His eyebrow is quirked up, analyzing you as you lean back on the couch, nursing another glass of vodka laced with blood.

“Is there something I can help you with? My human is getting eight hours of sleep, I can assure you.”

“Good for your human,” the incubus laughs, occupying the seat next to you. “I’m pretty full for the night anyways. Had a human stay up for three days straight, cramming for her exams.”

This incubus is very attractive, but you suppose that comes with the job description. Humans are more likely to trust a demon when they have a face taken straight out of a magazine.

“And I guess you’re finding this shindig to be fulfilling for you?” You ask.

He chuckles at your indifference. “It’s not a bad idea, demons befriending one another. After all, dealing with humans all day can be a grueling process.”

“I’m sure it’s very difficult for you to stick your cock in a human girl night after night.”

He smirks at you, and you seriously loathe the fact that incubi are allowed to be this handsome.

“Is that all you think we do? Fuck a human, impregnate them, and move on to the next?”

You laugh incredulously at him. “Am I wrong?”

He narrows his eyes at you, and you know you’ve struck a nerve. Demons don’t take kindly to their role being picked apart and simplified, even though you’re all aware that your role in hell doesn’t come close to being as effective as archdemons. You battle small evils in the broader definition of sin.

“And how would you feel if I told you that you’re nothing but a glorified nuisance sent to knock over tables and insert yourself into relationships for the fun of it?”

You straighten up, glaring at him. “That is not what we do.”

He winks. “Agree to disagree.”

You rise to your feet, refusing to speak with this idiotic incubus for longer than needed.

He stops you before you can book it out the door.

“Dejun is experimenting with a new trial soon to bring us even closer. You can now head to the archives and request to view a taping of another demon’s work day. You can give them my name, Jeong Jaehyun, and they’ll show you what I really do.”

You sneer at him. “Not interested. Go fuck yourself, Jeong Jaehyun.”

Lee Donghyuck has a bone to pick with you.

The problem is that you have no idea what crime you’ve committed to make him hate you. He’s the cherub angel of your friend group — a little too affectionate, a little too overbearing, and just devilish enough to have everyone falling at his feet. Renjun insisted that you two would get along well, casting aside any doubts you possessed.

Apparently, your personality doesn’t mix well with Donghyuck’s. Since the first day you met him, he’s been out for your blood, turning his nose up at the mere mention of your name and rolling his eyes whenever you speak.

You don’t understand the disdain he possesses towards you. Your friends have tried to remediate your relationship, but Donghyuck is stubborn, refusing to talk to you unless he absolutely has to.

You’ve concluded that Lee Donghyuck is a dick and you want nothing to do with him.

So when Mark approaches you, asking you if you’ll be Donghyuck’s plus one to Johnny’s wedding, you reply with a resounding no.

“Listen, Hyuck is desperate. His ex is going to be there and he needs to show up with someone or else he’ll look like a loser.”

“He is a loser,” you bite back, huffing to yourself. “It’s not my fault no one wants to touch him with a ten foot pole. Plus, why do you want me to go with him, of all people? He hates me.”

“He doesn’t… hate you.”

But even Mark can’t lie that well. You toss him another look over your shoulder, setting the table for dinner. You’ve decided to host a small gathering tonight, which unfortunately, Mark invited Donghyuck to.

Once the guests arrive, you’re swept up in the duties of being a good hostess, blatantly ignoring Donghyuck when he walks through the door. He’s happy to disregard your presence as well, slithering up to Renjun’s side and talking his ear off.

“Have you heard about Johnny’s wedding?” Yerim asks you when you offer her a glass of wine.

“I’ve heard that he’s getting married, yes,” you reply.

You weren’t surprised in the slightest when you didn’t receive an invitation. You barely know Johnny and Joohyun, only meeting them in passing since you mingle in the same circles.

“And? Are you going with Hyuck?”

You narrow your eyes at her. “Is everyone in on this scheme? Why does everyone want me to go with him?”

She pushes your shoulder playfully. “Because he’s a whiny baby who doesn’t have the courage to ask you himself. Come on, you don’t think he teases you because he actually hates you, right? He’s like the annoying kid on the playground who pulls on a girl’s pigtails because he likes her.”

You stare at her in disbelief. She must be hallucinating. There is no reality where you can picture Donghyuck declaring you as his mortal enemy simply because he has a crush on you.

That’s ridiculous.

You brush off Yerim’s claims for the rest of the night, finally getting a break when you step out on the balcony, taking a breath of fresh air. You stare over the ledge, humming softly as you watch strangers stroll down the street below.

“Please, if you’re going to jump, don’t let me be the sole witness. I’d have to sit through a lot of paperwork.”

Your anger simmers underneath your skin at the source of the comment. Donghyuck slides your balcony door closed behind him, one eyebrow raised at you.

“I didn’t ask for company when I came out here,” you reply, irritated by the natural pout of his lips.

“That’s too bad. I wasn’t expecting to encounter a bratty host when I showed up to this party but life is cruel that way,” he retorts. “Tell me, is the evening so boring that you’ve elected to jump off the balcony instead of spending one more second in there?”

Your nostrils flare as you turn away from him. Somehow, Donghyuck will always find a way to aggravate you. It’s like he was born for the job.

“I’m not in the mood, Hyuck.”

“You’re never in the mood, dewdrop.”

He occupies one of the cheap lawn chairs you picked up off the side of the street, leaning back and humming to himself.

You clench your jaw as you say, “Why is everyone forcing me to go with you to Johnny’s wedding?”

He freezes. The smug expression on his face slips and he swallows as he glances away from you.

“I don’t know anything about that.”

You glare at him, facing him with a hand on your hip. He’s a shitty liar and you both know it.

“Oh, really? So the fact that both Yerim and Mark have asked me to just blatantly disregard my feelings so you won’t look like a loser doesn’t ring a bell?”

“I’m not a loser!” He protests, hissing at you. “The specifics of the situation are… complicated. I’m sure you wouldn’t like it if you had to face your ex again.”

You smile condescendingly. “I’m certain that she made the right decision by breaking up with you. No one can put up with this amount of idiocy for that long.”

He rises to his feet, huffing and puffing like a child at your insult. He wags his finger at you with fire raging behind his eyes.

“You’re just jealous of me!”

“What could I possibly be jealous of?”

“The truth is that everyone loves me and tolerates you! We all show up to this pitiful dinner party of yours because we feel bad for you. You would be lucky to go to Johnny’s wedding with me, but you’re so wrapped up in your egocentric world that you can’t see how I’m trying to help you.”

You both settle into an awkward silence. He’s winded from his little outburst, his rage slowly morphing into regret when he realizes what he’s said. You keep your emotions bottled up, refusing to let him see the impact he’s made on you.

Is it true? Does everyone just put up with you? You know that they love Donghyuck, adore him for his quick wit and his hunger for physical affection. Could it be that they endure your presence because you were Renjun’s friend first?

Donghyuck’s face falls at your dejected look. He says your name, his eyes apologetic.

“Wait, I didn’t mean-”

You storm back inside, leaving him out on the balcony.

You normally don’t get drunk calls from your best friend this late at night.

To be fair, you’re usually not up past midnight anyways, preferring to keep a regular sleep schedule instead of living off three cups of coffee every morning.

Sometimes, Yangyang will dial your number after a long night out, either asking you to pick him up or wanting you to join him. He’s well aware, however, that trying to reach you after a certain time will render useless results.

So it’s a surprise to both you and him when you pick up his call.

“What?” You say groggily, already tucked underneath the covers. You rub at your eyelids, barely able to keep your eyes open. “I don’t want to join whatever stupid shit you’re getting yourself into tonight.”

The bass thumping in the background nearly prevents you from hearing his next sentence.

“I want you here,” he whines. “I’ve never wanted anyone like I want you.”

You pull the phone away from your ear, staring at the receiver with furrowed eyebrows. Yangyang has always been the loud, crazy drunk, but he has never been a clingy drunk before, especially not with you.

“Are you sure you called the right person?”

He whines again. “Why do you never want to go out with me? Do I repulse you that much? Is it because I’m not as responsible as Kun?”

Yangyang knows very well that Kun is a sensitive topic for you. You only broke up three weeks ago, and you were devastated even though you saw it coming from a mile away. You had been drifting apart for a while, but you both were too nice to cut the cord until it started to feel like a stranger was living with you. He moved out and spared you the hassle, but you still reach over on his side of the bed from time to time, wondering if the breakup was a bad idea.

“Why are you mentioning Kun to me?” You growl, livid by the callout of your ex-boyfriend. “You need to go home and stop drunk dialing me.”

He’s nearly on the verge of tears now. You faintly hear Hendery in the distance, asking him what’s wrong.

“I knew it! I’ll never be good enough for you. No matter how hard I try, you’ll always be in love with him.”

The call ends, and you blink at the screen, trying to comprehend what you just heard. Yangyang must’ve accidentally pressed your number or he’s drunker than he’s ever been.

You never dwell on the fact that he might just be telling the truth, that he might have feelings for you and has been waiting patiently for you to reciprocate.

No, that thought never crosses your mind. You drift to sleep peacefully, ignoring the pinch in your gut.

You stare at the positive pregnancy charm illuminating your face, feeling your world slowly sink in on you.

The ringing in your ears grows louder and louder, drowning out any thought that threatens to come forward. Your body locks up completely, dazed by the unexpected curveball life has thrown at you.

Jimin’s voice breaks you out of your haze as she knocks on the bathroom door.

“Well? What are the results?”

You open the door, and her face falls when she sees your expression.

“Oh, babe. Say it isn’t true.”

In all honesty, it’s your fault that you’re in this mess. You were the one that chased after Lee Jeno for years, begging for a chance with him and allowing him to do whatever he wanted with your body. You surely weren’t expecting him to take a liking towards fucking you raw, and you were foolish enough to believe skipping one day of drinking your contraceptive potion wouldn’t kill you.

You collapse in your best friend’s arms, sobbing into her shoulder.

“Jimin, what am I supposed to do? How can I raise this baby alone?”

“Who the fuck said you have to raise a baby alone? We’re finding Lee Jeno and telling him. Now.”

Jimin drags you to Jeno’s apartment even though you feel like you’re not even in possession of your own body. You’re still deluded into thinking this is a dream that you’ll wake up from tomorrow.

She pounds on his front door, her voice lowering as she threatens to break it down. Her wand is aimed straight at Jeno’s face when he opens it, and he instinctively raises his own to prevent himself from being cursed.

“What the fuck?”

“You’re dead, Lee Jeno! Dead!”

After at least ten minutes of Jeno and Jimin bickering over who should lower their wand first, she finally shoves her way past him, dragging you beside her. You’re a blubbering mess, hands shaking as she helps you sit on his couch.

“Can one of you please explain what the fuck you’re doing here? I have an important meeting I need to get to.”

Jimin looks at you expectantly, and you gather the courage to speak up, wiping away the tears running down your cheeks.

“I-I’m pregnant.”

Jeno completely stills. The room washes over in silence and his lack of comfort only adds to your never ending pain. Jimin crosses her arms over her chest, tapping her foot impatiently as she waits for Jeno’s response.

“Fuck,” he finally says, pacing back and forth in his living room. “Fuck fuck fuck. Are you sure? Have you seen a healer?”

“The pregnancy charm has a one hundred percent accuracy rate, asshole,” Jimin says with narrowed eyes. “And you’re not leaving her in the dust because you couldn’t keep it in your pants.”

Jeno glares at her, but his gaze softens slightly when he meets your crestfallen expression.

“Of course I’m not going to abandon her. I’m not a dick. But you know what this means, right? Do you understand what will happen if this baby is born?”

You chew on your lower lip, allowing Jimin to voice the sole fear you’ve been dreading ever since you started letting Jeno release inside of you.

“Your baby will become the sorcerer of the realm, ruling over all living witches and wizards.”