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ateez

≫ inception — mafia au

≫ cruel intentions — college/dark au

≫ cherry popper series

stray kids

≫ “u” — rich men au

≫ cherry popper series

enhypen

≫ bad desire — vampire au

&team

≫ cherry popper series

≫ back to life - werewolf au

≫ bewitched - werewolf au

≫ scar to scar — werewolf au

≫ frat boy series — college au

≫ drabbles, one shots, etc

≫ untitled

the boyz

≫ cherry popper series

taylor swift event

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i write for grown folks. please be 18+. even better if you are 21+. i will not always label my content 18+, tag warnings, or sensitive content.

most

hongjoong — he’s the captain of ateez so he’s naturally used to leading. if you just want to turn your brain off and not think he’d be the best to do it with.

jongho — although younger, i believe he’s a natural born leader and would also be the best boyfriend to have when you just want to shut everything off and not think

seonghwa — he’s the caregiver type, so he will do whatever to take care of you

yunho — not over my psycho yunho agenda, but i think he’ll care for you if you just need a break and shut down

wooyoung— i would trust him, but with his personality he might forget sometimes. it would be rare it would happen

yeosang — although he’s the caregiver type i just don’t think he’s the type you’d want to completely shut your brain off with

san — big teddy bear but he’ll not understand or know what to do. he needs attention.

mingi — like san, i don’t think he would really know what to do. he needs attention at all times

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you awake groggy, your mouth dry as cotton. your wrists burning and itchy, but free. your back is leaning against a dirt wall. you cough, trying to breathe in deep, clear your lungs.

your head rocks side to side, attempting to wake up your stiff and aching body. all around you, you smelled earth.

you realized you were cold as well. you blinked your eyes, trying to get them to focus. looking down at your legs, you see they are bare. you weren’t in the same clothes you left the house with. when you left with yuma. you shivered.

instead you were in an oversized shirt and your boy short underwear. your underwear being the only thing that actually belonged to you.

you lift the shirt to your nose, and it smelled faintly of ricky. you gagged. it smelled like— the dead. decay.

“yuma,” your voice is hoarse, barely above a whisper, “yuma,” you say a little louder, trying to find your voice. you think you hear him groan from across the room.

you look up slowly, as your neck aching as you do. you find yuma sat across from you, still dressed, but tied down by his wrists. his eyes were closed, mouth in a thin line. he looked worse than he did when the arrow first struck through his shoulder.

he was getting paler by the minute. weaker. he needed help and fast. you took the chance and crawled against the dirt floor to him. dirt caked your knees but you didn’t care. you only worried about yuma. cradling yuma’s face in your hand, you try to very gently slap him awake, or shake his head. yuma only groans with brow furrow.

“yuma, wake up!” you whisper. “please yuma, wake up!” you plead.

his eyes slowly open, but they quickly then shut. he tries to smile, it doesn’t reach, as his body is fighting off the infection or at least trying to. he’s sweating, chills to soon follow.

“find. help.” he weakly says.

you shake your head, although he cannot see. “no, no, no, no, im not leaving without you!” your heart begins to aches. you straddle his lap, trying, hoping that you could keep him warm. keep him somewhat awake. “yuma you stay awake!”

you didn’t spend much time with your mate when your body is yanked from yuma’s lap by your hair, and you’re thrown to the dirt ground. you growl out in pain, as the toss has you land on your wrist wrong. you roll to your back, ricky standing above you, a disgruntled expression written across his face.

he scoffs, “really trying to dick ride him while he’s dying?” ricky spat.

your eyes widen then narrow, “what the fuck! im trying to make sure he stays awake!” you argue. you then add in a cracked voice, “he’s not dying.” you swallow, one trying to coat your throat from the dryness.

it’s when a chill overcomes you, that you realize your lack of clothes. you pull at the shirt trying to cover more of your exposed thighs. ricky’s eyes flicker to look down, then back to your gaze. he smiles, showing his fangs. “gotta make sure there’s more than enough exposure for us.”

you want to stand but feel weak. when you try and cross your arms, your inner arm feels sore, and when you look down, you see evidence that you had a needle stuck in you. your palm grazes over the wound. “what—what did you do?”

“need a taste test to make sure your blood isn’t tainted.” you hear another man’s voice walk in. you look up, seeing the same man from the hospital walk in with a smile.

“has tae tried it yet?” ricky asks the other man.

he nods. “yes. still alive.” he looks at you. his smile grows more creepy, and he licks his lips. “says she tasted just fine.”

“perfect.” ricky grins hearing the great news. he’s staring at you before he turns to the guy, “matthew, why don’t you show our guest where she’ll be staying—,”

“i’m not fucking staying here!” you snap, interrupting ricky. it turns out to be a big mistake on your end.

ricky sighs impatient, pulling you up by your elbow, the soreness of your arm making you wince. ricky is then slamming your back against the wall. one of his hand wraps tightly around your neck, “don’t raise your voice and you better watch that mouth.” he smiles through clenched teeth. his eyes turn red for a quick second then back to his normal eye color.

you gasp, trying find air to your lungs. ricky loosens his grip, cracking his neck, before dropping your body to the ground. “take her to the house; i’ll be there a moment.”

matthew tries to reason, “it’s better you’re in a comfortable position and place while we feed from you,” he tries to explain.

your gagging ends up turning into actual vomiting against the floor beneath you. feed from you? like fangs in your skin?

both men stare at you. you’re sure yuma’s wolf is fighting to be with you. “she needs water and some food.” ricky says emotionless while walking out. he doesn’t wait for matthew. you’re dry heaving against the ground, tears welling your eyes. you’re too weak to look at yuma. to plead with him to find his strength.

you try to yuma’s his name, but matthew has you in an up-right position, forcing you to walk. you needed to find your strength.

matthew he leads you out of a dug out cave, and towards a small house just a few feet away. you realized you all couldn’t be that far from chan’s land. they wouldn’t have made it that far with you and yuma both. yuma was sure heavy after he went limp.

you close your eyes trying to speak with the earth, but you’re weak, and the earth barely replies. save your energy. you don’t have time, but you needed your energy for when that time came.

matthew continues to drag you towards the house, your bare feet unable to keep up. “please, just take me, keep me; let yuma go.” you plead to him.

“why should we do that?” matthew snickers, dragging you along the way. he gets to the door, unlocks and opens it, leading you through the empty living room.

you swallow. you don’t believe it, but you have to say it, make them believe, “he’s near death, right? by the time he’s back with everyone else he may not even be able to talk.”

matthew’s steps falter, you knowing that you may have gotten through to him. he seems gullible enough. “mhm.” matthew thinks about it. if you’re right, and he tells ricky, it would be in their favor that a dead wolf ends up back on the porch of that pack and no answers to where you are.

after being dragged through the tint house, you become a lot warmer, but your legs still have goosebumps. the house is really small, and you’re thrown into the only bedroom, to the mattress.

matthew looks at you with a blank expression. “ricky will be in soon. me or someone else will make sure to bring you food.” the door slams shut behind matthew and in front of you, with a lock.

you fall to the mattress with a cry, looking around the small bedroom. the window is nailed shut. the door is locked. the other door was probably a closet. the only bathroom was out by the living room.

but if they think that will keep you from saving yuma, they’re mistaken. a nailed window will not keep you from saving the man you love. the men you love.

they’ve messed with the wrong witch.

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hours seemly passed. you don’t know how yuma is. all you feel is your heart aching, a bad pit in your stomach. you pretend to beg to be let out. slamming against the door, banging your palms against it.

but you’re saving your energy. sadly there’s no plant in this room, or else you would try to source energy from that. but then you remember. your powers aren’t just from earth—you harbor energy from all elements. fire, earth, air, water. you chuckle to yourself. you’re like avatar the air bender now.

you sit in the middle of the carpeted floor, taking deep breaths. your mom always had faith in you. and even without her, she still does. it’s almost like you can hear her speaking to you. all those nights she visited you in your dream. the unknowing statements written in her journal.

some time ago, one of the boys did indeed bring you food. he introduced himself as eric—he was a vampire. it was just a plain sandwich and chips, with water.

“you’ll need to be full when we start feeding.”

that got you to leave your food half unfinished.

the door suddenly unlocks, it opens. slowly, eerily with a squeak. you open your eyes slowly, breathing out. “hello?” you ask out, expecting matthew or ricky to be on the other side. or worse, the demon.

instead it’s another young man. his brown eyes look scared. he looks at you, then just walks away. says nothing. you quickly stand up trying to catch up to him, but he jumps out the living room window with ease, running into the distance.

not even the front door?

he definitely worked with the rogues, but it seems maybe not for long.

your bare feet padded against the floor, taking in the sights around you. the house was bare besides the bedroom with a bed. the front door opened, and the breeze welcomed you like a hug.

just as you got to the threshold, one foot out the door, an unwanted presence was felt behind you. you held your breath. “how’d you get out?”

you didn’t want to say it was the random guy. “not sure.” you shrug.

ricky yanks you back against him by your elbow. “guess that means you’ll be coming with us.”

“what does that mean?” you ask, but go ignored.

without care, he’s tugging you outside, the cool air whipping harshly against your skin. you’re still only in a shirt and your underwear. your legs are wobbly, and at times you would fall against the dirt, but ricky didn’t care. he would just yank you back up by the shirt, your elbow, or even your hair.

he wasn’t the ricky you once knew. this ricky might actually try to kill you.

“ricky, you’re hurting me,” you say as his hold tightens against your elbow, his nails digging in your skin.

“you haven’t even felt half the pain i could and should inflict on you right now.” he seethes.

“what did i do to you?” you don’t know what you’ve done to him. you thought you ended your relationship on good terms. guess not.

he walks and talks while holding you by your elbow, “you know, the day i met that demon, thinking it was your mother, and they told me there was a way to get you back, i couldn’t believe it. i knew your mom always liked me so i didn’t question it.” he says, “turns out becoming a vampire was the only way for some odd reason.” then he snickers, “turns out you’re team jacob not edward.”

you look up to ricky for a moment, a haunting look behind his eyes. he looks down at you without a care.

once again, you’re brought to the middle of the woods in a clearing, a howl from just beyond the trees could be heard. ricky laughs, “they found you.”

in the middle of the dirt ground, lays yuma. bloodied and weak. barely breathing. you easily escape ricky’s hold with ease as you run up to yuma sobbing.

“yuma, no!” you cry through tears. he’s laying on the ground, unable to open his eyes. it seems the wolfsbane is spreading further. “don’t you dare die on me! if you die i will bring you back to life only to kill you myself!”

yuma weakly chuckles, then coughs, blood coming from his mouth. you cry even louder, whailing. your other 8 wolves hear you, and they’re running.

storming through the woods, over fallen tree stumps, bypassing other animals. you. yuma. you and yuma is the only thing in their mind. euijoo lets out the most bone chilling howl, warning all enemies that this is war. and it will be bloody.

chan and his clan are not far behind, hearing the howl of the alpha. but chan doesn’t want to interfere or get his clan involved until necessary. you and ni-ki had this.

in the middle, you are cradling yuma, who’s still but alive. you’re crying, unable to speak. your wolves stop in their tracks.

“oh please why do you even care!” ricky yells out. “you’re just something they fuck when horny!”

you hear him, but don’t respond. you’ve already had that thought before and each of those 9 boys made you think differently. they care for you. love you.

“shut up!” you shriek in a fit of rage, tears streaming down your face.

“yuma!” it’s euijoo that cries out. he cannot lose a pack member. he refuses to. he wants to step closer for rescue but quickly takes in his surroundings. he’s being watched. they all are.

“let them go, and maybe i’ll let you live.” euijoo’s voice deepens. his alpha wolf isn’t happy.

ricky laughs, “like to see you try, dog,”

maki and jo quickly shift into their wolf, you hear the change from behind. you don’t look. you can’t. your only attention is on yuma right now.

“maki, jo, not yet.” fuma commands, and you hear maki and jo let out a huff of frustration from their snout.

fuma notices they are more than likely being watched as well.

“you can take her or him.” ricky offers. you choke out a sob.

looking behind you to your wolves, they’re conflicted but you nod. wiping away tears you stand slowly, the shirt barely covering your thighs. they all let out a growl. “they will take him.” you say, stepping back from yuma.

ricky is pleased, pulling you in closer to him, you thump into his chest. “get your hands off of me!”

ricky puts you in a choke hold, lips to your ears, “you either behave or you’re dead.”

fuma and euijoo look to their pack then to each other. they nod. “nico, harua,” fuma says, and both wolves still in human form, and with their quickest footsteps, grab yuma, the others watching carefully to be sure it isn’t a trap.

it’s not. they both grab their pack member with ease, quickly bringing him behind the others.

jo and maki, still in their wolf form stays on the outer edge. from left to right it’s: jo in wolf form, k, taki, euijoo, nico, fuma, in human form, maki on fuma’s right in wolf form.

harua is behind them, doing his best to keep yuma alive with little affinity he has as a werewolf healer. yuma has been laced for too long; they needed to get him back to the compound at chan’s.

they knew chan wasn’t far behind with his clan, but they all had to be careful. they actually didn’t know how many rogues there were and where they all stood in the shadows.

you have tears silently falling down your cheeks, your eyes blurry, afraid to look at your boys. if you make eye contact, they might do something reckless to save and protect you.

where the fuck was ni-ki?

as ricky still has you in a slight chokehold, he uses you as a shield, your body in front of his. his fangs were out, ready to bite into you if needed.

“you know, it’s not very polite to play with my food.” ricky says, and you know he’s grinning. he kisses your neck, and you want to just repulse, but don’t. he tightens his hold.

“keep your hands to yourself.” euijoo growls.

“or what?” ricky mocks. “remember boys, i had her first. in every way.” he licks his teeth.

matthew is standing beside ricky, eric, the boy that opened the door for you, and another standing behind them. you didn’t see any of the other rogues, but know they were more than likely spread across the area.

euijoo’s hands bawls into fists. he’s ready to draw blood. maki and jo both are ready to pounce, baring their teeth. ready to howl to start a war.

but…they’re stopped…in their tracks. foot steps are echoed and heard from the ground. leaves crunching. the footsteps slow and calm.

“starting the fun without us?” jay announces.

it’s jay, jungwon, jake, and sunghoon. they stand in between your wolves, all lined up. sunoo is with harua, trying to save yuma.

“oh look, the enhypen clan shows up, minus the one that matters most.” matthew laughs, eyes narrowed in on the other vampires. “and looks like you’re missing another one?” his smile grows. “guessing heeseung didn’t survive the last attack, huh?”

except, none of the enhypen vampires are worried. they smirk instead. sunghoon tucks his hands in his pants pocket. “don’t worry, ni-ki is going to show. he’s just running a little late.”

“late? what important errands does he have?” matthew jokes.

in a flash, instant, something, or someone is breezing past you. past all of you. around you all. cracks are heard. broken bones. faint cries. screams.

you feel a chill. ni-ki now stands in the middle of everyone, facing the rogues. you look at him. he’s splattered in blood, and wiping his mouth with a smirk. “sorry it took me so long, had to remind myself to make it quick.” he apologizes with a frown.

matthews eyes narrow, “make what quick?”

ni-k laughs loudly and that’s when you realized he was holding something behind his back. he throws it in front of ricky, matthew, and you, who ricky still has a tight grip on, but it looses when the objects rolls on the ground at your feet.

a head.

a fucking decapitated head.

the other three boys—eric, sunwoo, and haknyeon gag behind them. you let out a screech and then gag. ricky lets you go, and all you can do is drop to the ground, mouth open in shock.

ni-ki just beheaded a rogue? and he’s smiling? you observe ni-ki who had a dead look behind his eyes. he had no remorse. no care.

suddenly matthew cries out, sinking to his knees. “gunwook!”

“ah, that’s his name.” ni-ki nods nonchalantly. “sorry, couldn’t make out who was who as they all cried together.”

matthew and ricky look up to ni-ki in disgust. “he was one of ours! you killed my people!” ricky snaps angrily.

ni-ki replies bitterly, “you killed one of ours!”

matthew wants to the back, but ni-ki holds up his finger. “too bad, i’m not the one that killed that tae guy,” he pauses, points to matthew, “you did that feeding tae,” ni-ki the. points to you, “her blood.” he smiles.

“how do you know it was her blood is what killed him?” ricky demands trying to act indifferent to everything falling apart before him. his team, pack, clan, family, were killed. little of them remained.

“it should be common sense that a witches blood, a blood of a witch from a very powerful linage, will be tainted, killing anyone who dares to use it for evil.” ni-ki tucks his hands in his pocket, shrugging, “i may have disappeared for a while, but it wasn’t for nothing.” his voice deepens. his fangs extend. silver fangs. his eyes glow red for a second.

matthew gasps, tears still running down his face, “so it is true.” he’s unable to process this all. ricky and that demon promised them all a better life.

“that i’m the lineage of the most power vampire, alucard? yes.” ni-ki grins like a kid in a candy shop. “funny how people think he’s just a animated character.” ni-ki looks at his finger nails in boredom.

claps can suddenly be heard from behind the rouge clan—or what was left of them. lucy—the demon in your mom’s body.

you immediately scramble away, ignoring the head. you somehow get to ni-ki’s side with some stumbling in between.

“aw, little ni-ki finally did some reading.” the demon, lucy, smiles, eyes flicking black. “what else did you find out?” the demon smiles stepping beside ricky, giving him a look to straighten out.

ni-ki smiles wider, “that i might not be able to feed of her, but she can feed off me.” ni-ki cuts the skin of his arm using his fangs, lifting you up gently, and places your mouth on his open wound.

your wolves can only stare in awe. you taste metallic, but you’re not disgusted. you can’t pull away. after what felt like long wonderful hours, but was only seconds, you fall back to the ground, ni-ki’s blood surrounding your lips.

“ni-ki,” euijoo growls to warn. fuma reluctantly places his arm in front of the alpha to stop him from advancing. fuma has to send a growl to maki and jo as well.

ni-ki stands there. “i learned that my blood helps her.” he points to you.

the demon scoffs, “a vampire’s blood will not help a witch!” and with ease, their hands wave and ni-ki goes flying into a tree nearby, everyone else feeling pain within their heads—even the rogues.

“fuck, lucy, it’s affecting us too!” ricky groans. then as quickly as it started, it stops.

ni-ki from the tree that his back had been pinned to, shakes his head with laughter. “you’re right lucy,” ni-ki spits her name, “a vampire’s blood cannot help a witch and has no affect on them.”

lucy nods as if to say “duh.”

ni-ki continues, “but remember; i am not your typical vampire and she isn’t a typical witch.”

before ricky can scold to the demon lucy, or argue with ni-ki he goes silent. or more, he’s silenced.

a tree stump—old roots, that were buried under the ground, has risen from the ground and impaled him through the chest, through his mouth. his eyes open.

everyone stares. matthew lets out another sob. “ricky!”

“gosh your crying is getting on my nerves.” you spat, annoyed towards matthew. in the middle, you stand tall, blood dripping from the corner of your mouth, white of your eyes stained with a bit red. you stare, as if looking at the distance with no emotion. you tilt your head to the side, your fists at your side.

“continue being a bitch about it, and you will be next.” you threaten—but also promise.

lucy, the demon, looks—terrified. everyone looks terrified. your wolves, the rogues, the demon, enhypen clan.

ni-ki looks proud.

you slowly blink, clenching your teeth. “you killed my mother!” you yell from deeply within, and it knocks the demon lucy to the ground, holding it down.

the ground below begins to shake. your eyes twitch, grey clouds overcasting, thunder rumbling. the tree branches and vines wrap themselves around lucy tightly. she’s unable to fight them off as she’s lifted off the ground.

lucy the demon laughs, “of course i killed her! her and your ancestors are the reason i’m dead!” it growls. it realizes it can’t fight. whatever has happened, you obviously had your powers again. and ni-ki may have enhanced them with his blood.

“i don’t care about your demon bitch fit!” you bite out. “you probably deserved whatever happened to you centuries ago.” you genuinely don’t give a damn why this demon was doing what it was doing. at least not now. you just wanted it casted back to hell. hyunjin could fill you in on it later.

you started chanting latin. you had no idea what you were saying but it felt right. the demon clearly looked uncomfortable, asking, demanding that you stopped. but you didn’t. everything felt right. you felt the wind wrap you in a hug, whispers in the distance.

your ancestors were talking to you.

soon black smoke left your moms body, and casted upwards before channeling into the ground, to the pit of hell.

the earth let go of your mom’s body, it falling to rest on the dirt now. you fell to your knees, exhaustion quickly taking over your body. your eyelids grew heavy.

but you had enough energy to crawl towards your mom’s body, to hold her. she was pale—grey. clear signs she hasn’t been alive for a while. you rested your forehead against her chest, crying. “mom.” you ignored the smell of decay.

from around you, everything is done without you involved. you hear it. can sense it. but you don’t move. you can’t move. exhaustion. fear. longing. sadness.

chan orders for your wolves to take yuma to the infirmary, lia will be waiting. euijoo wants to argue, but chan gives his own warning growl. “she’s going to want to be left alone.” the enhypen clan follow. no one can disobey chan, unless they wanted punishment.

hyunjin quickly goes back to hell to ensure the demon lucy is back where she belongs. minho, seungmin, changbin, jeongin, and a few other of chan’s men order matthew, sunwoo, eric, and haknyeon to the dungeons to be interrogated, and probably tortured for their wrong doings.

“not sure who did what, but innocent human lives were killed.”

“not to mention, heeseung was killed.”

you heard in the background. you sit with your mom’s body for a while, crying, ni-ki’s blood pumping through you. you felt stronger, your powers feeling enhanced, like you were on steroids. but it would wear off soon.

you hear feet behind you. “how did you know your blood wouldn’t kill me?” you say quietly, suddenly tired from the crying. you knew it would be ni-ki behind you.

“i didn’t. i took a chance.” ni-ki says and you laugh dryly. truthfully he knew his blood wouldn’t kill you, he just didn’t know what it would do.

a thick jacket is quickly placed over your body. it was the trench coat ni-ki had been wearing. wearing when he decapitated that rogue. “i know i should let her go,”

“she’s your mom,” he replies shortly

“my mom’s body,” you correct. she hasn’t been your mom in months.

ni-ki sighs, going silent. “you can always bring her back from the dead.”

“ni-ki, the dead should stay dead. i’ve seen pet cemetery.” you say. you lift your head from your mom’s body. you look over seeing ricky still impaled with the roots. you wince.

“didn’t know you had it in you.” ni-ki awkwardly chuckles.

“neither did i.” you choke out, your voice hoarse. you killed someone. you killed your ex. in retrospect, he was a vampire trying to kill you first.

you go to stand but wobble, ni-ki reaching his hand out to steady you. he turns you so you’re facing him and not the dead vampire.

feet rush behind you, ni-ki pulling you away from the scene. “it’s going to be a messy clean up. they didn’t want to do it with you laying next to your mom.”

chan stands in front of you both. chan bows politely to you, “i am sorry for your loss. i am sure hyunjin has told you what must be done next?”

you nod in a daze. “her body must be burned.”

“she will be taken to our compound, cleaned up, and given a proper burial. but we can wait until tomorrow for that.”

“she’s not going to be repossessed is she?” ni-ki snickers, you elbow his ribs. you tighten his coat around your half naked body, thankful he wore this.

chan laughs lowly, “no. she will be blessed and sages by sunoo and the aespa sisters.”

“thank you.” you try to smile, but it doesn’t reach.

“you’ve been through a lot. let ni-ki walk you to the infirmary. you need to be seen and lia is also expecting you.” chan says. “ni-ki, don’t rush off; i would like to talk to you after she’s taken to the infirmary.”

ni-ki nods in understanding. ni-ki wraps an arm around your shoulder ready to help you walk.

“i’m not usually the one to ask, especially you,” you begin, “but can you please carry me?”

ni-ki bites his tongue to keep from replying starkly, but instead, nods, giving you a piggy back ride to the infirmary.

“does this mean you tolerate me a bit more?”

“keep dreaming.”

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something felt, off. odd. weird. eerie. however and whatever you wanted to call it. not with your boys, no. but just something within you.

you have been quietly getting back in touch with your powers, trying to not over do it. chan says that’s best. other than your 9, and chan, no one knows your powers are back.

you would’ve told ni-ki yourself, but you haven’t seen him. he hasn’t been lurking. that made you worry. the rogues were closing in on you all. hell, they’re working with a demon who has control over your mom’s body!!

hyunjin confirmed it. the demon is lucy, and she’s unruly, but that’s all he knows. his boss says she’s a big pain in the ass, and once she is summoned back to hell, that’ll be her last time ever leaving.

you would have to be the one to summon her back. how? you have absolutely not a fucking clue. sunoo and the aespa sisters are no help, because they’re not sure either. the only person who may know is your mom, and she’s more than likely dead.

hyunjin warned you the only way a demon can take over a human’s body is if: the human invited the demon in, there was a deal made, or the human is dead.

you knew for a fact, it wasn’t the first two options.

your mom had died. sometime after you last saw her, when she told you to run, she was already dead. when your good for nothing half sister was here, your mom was dead. she probably had died just days after you ran for your life.

you lived and she didn’t. she did everything she could to protect you, keep you alive. your mom knew she wasn’t going to live this. she knew she was going to die.

hyunjin had said, “im just confused on how lucy could take on her body. most witches when they die, either their family burns them, or they have a spell put in place that one they’re no longer alive, they combust into flames.”

you sobbed not ready to hear that. hyunjin awkwardly hugged you, patting your back, jeongin shaking his head in disbelief to hyunjin. “idiot,” he mouthed to him.

it’s been a few days since hyunjin updated you, two days since you’ve felt this off feeling.

two days since you woke up between nico and euijoo, taki and maki staring at you with smiles. “they had a threesome!” taki had announced to the whole house.

you sit in silence, on the dock leading out to the water. the snow has melted quickly, still chilly, but no longer snowing. the sun tries its best to come out as much as possible to warm your skin.

your legs swing over the dock, above the water, your thick leggings keeping you warm as possible, a thick sweater and jacket on top. the water moves slowly below you, occasionally kicking up when your thoughts wonder to anger.

anger about this whole situation. where the fuck was ni-ki? how the hell are you supposed to send a demon back to—hell? how are you supposed to get rid of these rogues? what power could you possibly harbor that will defeat this.

but maybe it’s not necessarily all your powers; but your connection with the body the demon has a hold of, and the fact your human ex-ricky, was now a gosh darn vampire wanting to probably kill you.

you shudder at the chill and the thought of ricky attempting to kill you.

a familiar scent reaches your nose, your skin tingling and warming up at the closeness of the upcoming wolf. your lip turns up, then you bite your lower lip to hide the smile.

yuma sits next to you on the dock with a groan like an old man. “fuma needs to chill with the strength training. soon i won’t be able to lift my arms.”

you chuckle, knocking into his shoulders with yours. “that’s why stretching is important yuma.” you say, looking at him with a scold.

yuma whines, “but that takes too long!”

“and you’ll feel the consequences.” you say back. you grab onto his thigh squeezing, he yelps, moving your hand away, narrowing his eyes at you.

“don’t do that you twerp.”

you laugh out loud at the threatening nickname. “twerp?” you can’t help but snort. “sorry—,”

yuma’s eyes are just narrowed into annoyed slits. “you’re gonna regret that.”

you can’t help but laugh louder, soon, yuma joining in the laughter. he teases by very lightly pushing your shoulder. “hush.” you finally gain control over yourself, to stop giggling.

yuma then asks, “was he good to you? or do i have a reason to kill him if needed?”

your head jerks to yuma in confusion, “huh?”

“ricky,” yuma seems he wants to retch at just thought of that boy.

you shrug, “he was good to me.”

“but we’re better, right?” yuma grabs your hand and you smile.

“of course you are.” you say, tugging yuma in to give him a quick peck. “was dinner almost ready before you came out?”

yuma nods. “yeah, that’s the main reason i came out here was to get you.”

your stomach then growls on cue. “let’s go eat!”

you quickly stand, losing your balance for a quick second. yuma quickly stands as well, grabbing you, and pulling you into his chest.

“almost got wet there!” you laugh off.

“and not the good kind.” he jokes, and you scoff, pushing him off of you, regaining your balance so that you don’t fall into the water.

yuma walks behind you, as you lead the way to the cabin to eat. his wolf senses feel off, but he’s unable to detect any danger around. he even stops to look around before closing the door behind him.

within the tree line, a few eyes watch you go into the house. ricky smiles, “not sure i can wait any longer.” he licks his lips.

matthew smiles from beside him. “i bet she’s sweet.”

ricky frowns, “who says you’ll be getting a taste?”

matthew rolls his eyes, but says nothing. he knows they all be getting a taste. from behind them, eric, sunwoo, and haknyeon stay quiet. they still weren’t so sure about this.

ricky turns and walks away from the tree line, “it’s almost time.” he continues the walk back to where they’ve been hidden just beyond chan’s land.

they were able to come in undetected which says a lot since chan has his land ran like a prison with guards at every turn. matthew follows behind ricky, the other three hesitant but follow.

inside, you sit comfortably with your wolves, enjoying a great barbecue that fuma, nico, and maki were in charge of. of course, yuma demanded you sit next to him. after your whole threesome with nico and juu he’s been even more clingy. he’s lucky k and fuma are older and can control their needs and desires. they’re okay with waiting, for now.

you bite into the meat, a groan of pleasure leaving your lips. yuma hums beside you, squeezing your side.

“aren’t one of you going to make yuma stop being clingy?” maki groans from the other side of the table. he’s looking at fuma and k.

k smiles, fuma shaking his head with a laugh. it’s k who answers, “we can wait.”

you shrink down, sucking in your lip. it’s not that you haven’t given fuma and k attention lately. you have gave them sneakily kisses here and there, but you did feel as if you were abandoning them.

fuma quickly reads your facial expressions, “don’t worry about it, okay? you’ll know when we need you.” he grumbles. his grumbling reminds you of when you first met him.

“well, i can still sleep—,”

“no,” yuma shakes his head, his forehead resting against your shoulder.

you roll your eyes, “yuma, don’t be dramatic.” yuma looks up to you with round eyes and a pout.

“i only know dramatic.” he smirks.

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yuma wins as you find yourself in his bed again for the night. youre restless tonight, yuma grumpy at every move. you groan. “i can’t sleep.”

“really? couldn’t tell.” yuma growls.

you slap his chest. “maybe a walk will help.” you say, sitting up. yuma follows.

“what are you doing?” you ask standing by the bed.

“taking a walk.” he says as if it was obvious. he looks at you, challenging you to even attempt to argue. you know you can’t.

you sigh and sag your shoulders, “fine. once i defeat these assholes, i want my outside alone time back!”

yuma smiles with agreement, and slips on sweats and a shirt, while you slip on jeans and a hoodie. by the door you both slip on boots, before opening the door and walking out, the cold brittle air meeting your skin.

yuma isn’t phased by the coldness. you shiver, but put on brave face, not wanting to go back and get your coat. you lead towards the forest near the house, as if the trees and earth called for you.

or warned you. the wind blew, leaves wrestling and begging to stay attached to the limbs they hung from.

you walked deeper into the forest, yuma’s footsteps behind you, as you just breathed in the air around you. what you wanted to do was sit and just talk to the ground below. but something stopped you.

the tingling sensation. hair on your neck stood up. you had that off feeling again.

you turn to yuma, “you feel that?”

yuma looks in confusion, “feel what?”

“it’s quiet, yum. like eerily quiet.” you whisper.

the wind stops. no more hoots of the owls. sounds of the bugs. stillness. you hear something buzz by.

“what was that?” you grab your ear with your hand.

“ouch.” you hear yuma whine.

“what?” you turn to look closely at him. he looks normal, standing up right.

until his hand grazes his shoulder.

until he looks down, blood seeping through his shirt and he’s looking up at you.

until he falls to his knees with a whimper in pain. “fuck!” he growls.

“yuma!” you cry out, running to his side, trying to hold him up. he tries to reach for the arrow embedded in his shoulder but you keep it still. “stop if you pull it out then you’ll bleed to death!”

“if i keep it in, i might die sooner!” he growls, trying to pull at it again. “kitten, pull it out!” he demanded.

“but yuma—,”

“shit, kitten, its laced with wolfsbane!” he whines in pain. he howls out weakly.

you gasp and in no time, pull the arrow out with all your strength, your hand placed over his wounded shoulder now, the arrow laying beside you all.

you look around frantic. they’re closing in. you can feel it but you cannot see anyone. it’s like the darkness turned completely black. no stars or moon to shine through.

the wolfsbane slowly makes it way through yuma’s body. “i need to get back to the house, now.” he’s coughing, trying to take deep breaths. trying to not worry you.

you nod frantically, standing ready to help him up. instead, a white cloth is smothered over your lower face, sure to cover your nose and mouth. yuma yells from beyond, your eyelids getting heavy.

your body goes limp to the ground, three men behind you with grins—or grimaces. “shit, are you sure there isn’t too much on the rag?” one says.

yuma can only watch as your body lays limp on the ground, the branches around you both wanting to wrap you in a hug.

“kitten,” he whimpers out with a cough.

“just help him up, i’ll grab her.” another states. “we need to get them back to ricky quickly. he doesn’t want neither of them to die. yet.”

yuma wants to fight, but he can’t when wolfsbane is literally fighting him. he can only weakly walk with the two men that hold him up.

you’re thrown over one of the other’s shoulders, yuma remember seeing him at the hospital when you visited what you thought was your mom.

he’s a vampire. the two holding him up are wolves.

yuma tries to look up at the two wolves holding him up, but can barely do so with how weak he feels.

the two carrying him don’t look too thrilled to be doing this. if it was up to yuma’s guess, these two were doing this against their will.

and that’s all the hope yuma needs to get you two out of this alive

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“you wanna repeat that?”

you swallow, quickly adverting your gaze from the bathroom threshold, going back to brushing your teeth. “not really?” it came out as a question, as you spat out the toothpaste.

“aw come on,” euijoo begs, as he came into the bathroom. he was wearing black sweats, and a black tank, and obviously had been working out with nico lately, and you just hadn’t noticed.

“i’m pretty sure you heard me the first time, so why do you need me to repeat it, ju?” you put the toothbrush away and wipe your mouth.

“to be sure i heard you correctly.” he replies, the corner of his lip turning up.

you let out a quiet sigh, “it wasn’t meant to be heard in the first place.” it wasn’t. you were mumbling to yourself a little too loudly.

euijoo steps forward, hands reaching for your waist. he pulls you in to him, looking down at you with a curious smirk. his fingers trace the skin of your hips. like he was about to tickle you.

“please?” his fingers wiggle, you squeal stepping back, but can’t go too far. his fingers grip a little tighter.

you didn’t like being tickled. it was torture. you said in a rushed voice, “i said i wanted to climb you like a tree!”

euijoo thinks about it and chuckles. “that’s cute. like a little koala hanging onto their favorite tree.” he smiles at the imagery.

you groan in embarrassment. “please ignore i said anything.”

“but i thinks it’s cute you want to climb me like a tree.” his eyes darken. “you know, your thighs wrapped around me.” he leans down to kiss you, pushing your hips into the bathroom counter behind you both.

your hands reach up behind him, circling around his neck. euijoo’s palms find themselves underneath your thighs and he easily picks you up, placing you on the counter top, not breaking the kiss.

his palms trace against your bare thighs, down to your knees, to your legs, and moving them so they wrap around him. his hands go back behind you, as he lifts you from the counter, walking you from the bathroom to the adjoining bedroom.

all you can think is euijoo, euijoo, euijoo. his soft lips. round cheeks. the way he stares, his gaze was always intense. his eye contact was on another level. his soft hands, lengthy fingers. tall, slim body, small waist.

your back meets the bed, euijoo standing at the edge of the bed, body hovering yours. his lips move to beneath your ear, to your neck, to your collarbone.

he’s breathless when he asks, “can nico join us?”

you freeze and tense. euijoo feels it. he looks up, worried, brown wide round eyes looking at you. his lips are parted, faint bruising on his lower lip.

“euijoo, i—, uh,”

he shakes his head, “he doesn’t have to, but he wanted me to ask.” euijoo rubs your leg.

“so the threesome thing is real?” you ask, remembering when you first met them, and found yourself asleep between the two boys.

euijoo nods. “yes, sometimes.”

you take in a deep breath, “it’s not that i don’t want to, it’s just—what if i give one of you too much attention and forget the other? i don’t want to do that. i don’t want—,”

euijoo interrupts you, “honey, you’re overthinking it. trust me, we’re not jealous of one another if you give one of us more attention than the other.”

your heart is thumping so loudly in your chest, you hear it in your ears. “can i be blindfolded?”

euijoo’s eye scrunch, but not because he’s disgusted. he’s confused, but intrigued. “blindfolded?”

“maybe if my sense of sight is gone then i have to shift my focus on something else. like, i won’t be able to see if one of you is getting more attention.” you bite your lip at the thought.

“okay.” euijoo nods. “are you okay with me letting nico come in?”

“is he waiting outside now?” your voice is soft, sort of surprised, but should have known.

euijoo smiles with a nod. “yeah.” he laughs. you nod, scooting up further to the middle of the bed.

prior to going to the door, euijoo stops by the drawers and pulls out a dark scarf. “this should work for now.” he says and helps you put the scarf around your eyes, tied behind your head tight, but comfortably. he tests that you cannot see, and you lay back on the bed.

waiting.

euijoo goes to the bedroom door, opening it slowly and quietly, nico waiting anxiously on the other side. he turns when he hears euijoo opening the door.

“what did she say?” nico asks, tone deep, voice low with warmth.

“she said yes, on one condition.” euijoo answers. nico raises his eyebrow, but follows euijoo into the room, his eyes tracing of your body.

you’re in your sleep shorts and an oversized sweatshirt, your eyes covered by a dark scarf. you wanted to be blindfolded. nico immediately understood why. he smiles, and wastes no time to kneel on the bed, the bed moving under him.

you make a noise, head going side to side, trying to rely on your other senses. “relax honey, we’ll take care of you.” you hear euijoo coo softly.

goosebumps rise on your skin, cold fingers tracing up your legs, to your sleep shorts, pulling them down your thighs and legs. another set of hands are removing your sweatshirt.

so many hands on you. your body didn’t know how to react. soft lips kiss your inner thigh, first your left, then your right, before a breath blows against the wet spot of your underwear.

your breathing increases in need, want. “please,” you beg to one of them to do something.

one pair of lips begin sucking on the skin of your neck, the other after having your underwear removed, a tongue flicks out to lick you clit, before it’s buried between your wet folds.

long fingers are tugging at the nipples of your bare breasts, your thighs closing around the head of the person currently eating you out like his life depends on it.

the person who is lying beside you, kisses you, quieting your noises. one hand goes to the hair of the person below, the other finding the back of the head of the person who has your tongue shoved down their throat.

they both groan, only causing you to become wetter and needier. thick fingers enter your cunt, your walls clamping around them. you feel the ring.

nico. nico.

you groan even louder into euijoo’s mouth, euijoo removing his lips, a trail of slobber in its path, but he doesn’t care. he moves down, kisses trailing down your sternum, to your stomach, and meets nico down to your cunt.

soon, both your boys are tongue wrestling with your cunt, thighs spread open, being held in place, both humming and causing vibrations to occur within you.

“fuck!” you’re squeaking out so many different curse words. you never thought or imagined having two different guys, two different tongues, eat you out at the same time.

one tongue removes itself, while the other continues to lick you up, their lips wrapping around your clit.

another pair of lips find yours into a dirty kiss, tasting yourself. he nibbles on your lips as if he cannot get enough of you. “so hot.” he whispers and you recognize as nico’s voice. you don’t answer, can’t answer, has three, three, of euijoo’s long fingers find their way into your hole, stretching you out.

you’re literally swapping spit with nico at this point, but you don’t care. he doesn’t care. his palms grip one of your breast, squeezing it tight, before tugging on your nipple.

your thighs try to force themselves to wrap around euijoo’s head this time, but euijoo keeps them forced open, his tongue lazily flicking your clit as his three long ass fingers continue to bully their way into you, coating themselves with your wetness.

noises leave your mouth. weird ass noises. nico’s tongue flicks at your nipple, and you cry out that you’re coming. neither euijoo or nico stop their attack on your body, helping you through your first orgasm of the night.

you’re quickly overspent, but the boys don’t stop (which you’re okay with). the blunt of someone’s cock teases your entrance, waiting to stretch you out.

fingers grip your waist, as the cock easily slides into your body, stretching your walls open to accommodate. it might make you a whore, but you can recognize who’s dick is who. this is euijoo’s. it’s longer, but not as thick as nico.

your head tilts back on the bed, a throaty groan leaving your lips, a hand wrapping around your neck ever so lightly, teeth tugging at your bottom lip.

your hands reach up to grip the arms of the person above you, the person fucking you currently thrusting politely as ever. you know euijoo has his eyes focused on where your bodies meet.

nico is whimpering into your mouth, his other free hand having two fingers rub against your clit. your walls start squeezing euijoo tighter. you smell nico’s cologne, his scent. you feel the softness of euijoo’s thrusts, his fingertips brushing lightly against your hips as he pulls you in closer.

nico talks you through it as euijoo fucks you slowly. before you know it you’re coming a second time, this time around euijoo’s cock, your body already beginning to ache.

euijoo pulls out after coming deep in you with a growl, and your body is maneuvered so you’re now on your knees, forearms, ass up.

a palm meets each of your ass cheeks, followed by a gentle kiss in their wake.

you feel the bed dip in front of you, and use your hands to feel up the long legs of euijoo. your hand continues to reach up, and your hand wraps around euijoo’s once again hard cock. you rely on your hands and memory to guide yourself mouth to wrap around euijoo, just as nico pushes in from behind in one thrust, his thickness stretching you out with a slight burn.

you let out a whine around euijoo’s length, vibrations going straight throw him, his own head thrown back with a loud moan.

while you’re sucking euijoo off, nico is thrusting from behind you. deep. hard. fast.

both men are groaning, moaning, whimpering, whining, and growling, having feel you either around them or on them. nico grabs flesh full of ass from you, as his thrusts become sloppier, his hips meeting your ass, loud slapping echoing within the walls.

you feel euijoo—or maybe nico, grip your hair, and soon your head is held still, as euijoo empties another load down your throat.

you should be ashamed that alone caused you to come, again, for a third time, around nico’s cock.

“fuck juju, she came just from you shooting your own load down her throat.” you hear nico groan.

euijoo carefully pulls himself from your mouth, readjusting himself to give you a kiss. soon, nico stills himself, letting his own load loose inside you. both of you moan together, nico collapsing over your back.

although euijoo doesn’t typically fall asleep right after sex, nico does.

nico pushes himself off, and lays next to you, on your left, as you then collapse yourself, euijoo on your right.

your sweaty bodies are wrapped within each other, breaths heavy. nico releases the scarf around your eyes, your eyes needing to adjust to the light. you look to both your boys when your eyesight comes back okay.

you just smile and let out a laugh. euijoo and nico do the same, nico giving you a quick peck, before he’s falling asleep while laying on his back.

euijoo lays beside you, tilting your chin towards him. you look at him with a shy smile.

“how was it?” he asks softly.

“great.” you feel drunk from their attention. their love. need.

euijoo rubs your stomach, “do you need anything?”

you shake your head, feeling tired yourself, confirmed when a yawn escapes.

the bed dips, euijoo getting out of it only for a quick moment, before coming back and wiping you up with a wet rag. he also helps you sit up to drink some sips of water, before helping you lay back down.

as sleep fights to take over, you believe that’s the last of it, but you’re wrong.

because throughout the night, they take their turns again. first euijoo, then nico, then both of them again while your sandwiched in-between them.

you’re not sure when all three of you finally go to sleep. like actually go to sleep.

but you do know, you’re happy to be by your boys.

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most girls have dreams since they are little on what their wedding day will look like. it will be all about them, the happiest day of their lives, and the most magical day.

you never saw it that way. ever since you can remember, you just thought you’d always be unmarried.

it’s not that you didn’t like or find someone you loved. it wasn’t that. it was something more deeper that you should unpack in therapy.

once you turned 16, your family went behind your back and had made an arrangement with some old business partners.

it wasn’t until on your 29th birthday you find out about it. and exactly six months later, you were in a lawyer’s office, signing a marriage contract with your parents standing behind you, and your new husband’s entourage standing behind him.

the lawyer takes the paperwork after you both scribble your signatures. he takes a once over look with a smile.

“we’re all done here!” he beams. “congrats to the lovely couple.”

you didn’t even wear an actual wedding dress. just a plain white dress, that would pass for a cocktail dress.

‘the actual wedding will come later,’ your mom smiled, helping you fix your hair into some curls.

at this rate, you were okay with skipping an actual wedding. why would you invite people to a coming together ceremony with a man you barely know that you’re supposed to love?

you stand up, standing next to your parents, the man standing as well.

he was tall and handsome, skin fair against his dyed blonde hair. the only few things you know about him is that his name is yudai, but he goes by the nickname k, he’s the same age as you, and that his parents told him when he was 18, that he had to be married by 30 or he wouldn’t get the family company handed to him.

his parents didn’t even know he was doing this. with him were his friends and business partners, fuma and jo.

your parents had actually reached out to jo, and fuma was the one who set this whole thing up.

walking out of the lawyer’s main office, you all stop in the lobby, your parents seemingly happier than you with this marriage. “honey,” your mom’s voice softens, “we’ll wait outside in the car.”

she kisses your temple before walking away, hand in hand with your dad. you internally gag at the sight. you look over to k, who had been watching you.

“why don’t you guys go get the car?” he’s talking to his friends, but his eyes are glued on you.

“you got it.” fuma answers and walks away, dragging jo.

you switch weight on your feet, nervous to be alone with your husband. he didn’t scare you; no. more-so he was intimidating with his good looks and stature.

he digs in his pocket, a key between his fingers and he holds it out to you. you hesitate with your hand, reaching for it before pulling back, but end up taking it the second time.

“you can move in anytime. i will probably be home late tonight, as i am having dinner with my parents to let them know i am married.”

you nod, listening to him speak, loving the way his voice is. “by the way your parents were grinning ear to ear, i am sure they already helped you pack up.”

your face reddens and you nod once again. your parents did help you pack. the day you turned 29, ready for this day.

“yeah, um, i’m all packed up.” you say, fidgeting with the key in your hand. yudai observes it. “i just need to get movers.”

“no need. i will make a call and you’ll have movers at your apartment in about an hour.”

“oh—okay.”

yudai turns to walk out the lobby, but pauses, walking backwards to stand back in front of you. he pulls his phone out of his chest pocket, handing it to you. “put your number in. i’ll text you throughout the day to be sure you’re okay.”

you wave your hand, “you don’t have to—,”

“i want to.” he smiles.

you put your number in his phone, and bid goodbye to go to your parents who were waiting for you. yudai looks at his phone, immediately changing your contact from your name to ‘my wife ❤️.’

yudai smiles at your contact. if only you knew.

when this arrangement was introduced, he made sure to not be one of the arrogant husbands that treats their fake wife anyway just because they can.

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right on the hour, a moving company shows up at your apartment, and within two of those hours, your semi furnished apartment you have lived in since you were 24 was now empty with your belongings.

you were thankful you didn’t have to take any huge furniture with you since it belonged to the landlord. you were also thankful your parents were ‘too busy’ to join you while the movers came to uproot your life to a new one.

they only had to put on a facade since yudai was there. not anymore.

from: unknown

how’s the moving going? did the guys show up on time?

you furrowed your eyebrows at the unknown number; but reading the message you quickly knew who it was and saved his contact.

to: new husband

yes, they were very punctual. on my way to unpack into your home.

from: new husband

*our home. i’ll be home around 11 pm. no need to wait up. make yourself comfortable. our room is on the top floor with the balcony.

you swallow. you didn’t even think about sharing a bed with this man. you smack your forehead. he’s literally your husband, of course he’s going to want to share a room with you.

with one last sad and longing look to your early 20s apartment, you return the key to the landlord who was in the main lobby and went to your car that you barely drove.

yudai’s home was about 20 minutes outside the city by car, and you almost believed you had the incorrect address until you saw the movers in the driveway, awaiting your arrival.

they had already began unloading the truck as you parked your car behind their truck, in the u shaped driveway. the house was modern, and decently sized. nothing over the top, but definitely a home that showed some kind of wealth.

“glad you can make it!” it was jo’s voice you heard with excitement as he walks past a mover, using a dolly for your boxes.

you wave. “did yudai want you here to greet me?”

jo nods. “of course. and please, call him k. he tries to keep the name yudai for business only.”

“isn’t this technically business?”

jo laughs awkwardly. “eh, something like that, but not exactly.”

as the movers drop off your belongings in the front room, jo gives you a quick tour of the home. he shows you the usual living area, kitchen and attached dining, k’s office that overlooked the back garden, and a bathroom downstairs.

up stairs was four bedrooms, three at one end, the master bedroom at the other end, far from the other guest rooms.

“and this will be your and k’s room.” jo makes a grand gesture by opening the double french doors, revealing the most beautiful and pristine master bedroom.

definitely showed that a man lived here, but not in a ‘i am a single bachelor,’ way.

“is that a california king bed?” you gasp in awe. the bed was huge.

“yes. k values his comfort as a previous athlete.”

you take a seat on the corner, testing the comfort. you felt the urge to quickly shower and get in this bed to sleep. on cue, you yawn. you look over to the clock on the night stand.

7:22 pm.

jo chuckles, “and that’s my sign to leave. if you need anything, please text k. he’ll reach out to me or fuma if he needs us to check in.”

after jo gave you another quick rundown, you actually hugged him goodbye, thanking him for his nice introduction.

to: new husband

i got the house tour. it’s a beautiful home. i am going to shower and sleep.

you place your phone on the charger, shower, and get ready for bed, and by the time you check your phone again almost more than an hour later, k still hadn’t replied.

by 10 o’clock you were tucked in bed, and by midnight you were out like a light.

k finally slugged through the front door a little after 1 o’clock, the dinner with his parents draining his energy. dinner actually ended around 10, and when he went to reply to your text, he and his father got into a heated argument.

to not let his lingering anger show at home with you, he went to his office downtown, put on some extra athletic clothes he had there, and went on a run.

by the end of his run once he calmed down, he realized he needed to get home to you. at first he thought you would be up worrying about him, but he was proven wrong with how dark and quiet the house was.

he carefully avoided your boxes scattered downstairs, making his way upstairs and to the bedroom. he notices your figure tucked in the bed, circled up in a fetal position. he smiled to himself.

he did his night hygiene as quietly as he could, going through his shower and everything else. your smell lingered in his bathroom, and his smile widened wanting your smell to linger all throughout this house.

it was probably selfish of him to agree to this marriage contract like he did. but if it meant being with you, he didn’t care to be selfish for once.

as he gets in his side of the bed, you groan and roll over, your eyes barely open, rubbing at your eye. “mhm, k?” you mumble sleepily.

“it’s me, princess,” he whispers. he runs a hand through your hair so light, to use his thumb to caress your cheek. “go back to sleep.”

“mkay.” you sigh, and are instantly back asleep.

k gets completely under the covers himself, laying on his side facing yours. and that night before he slept, he watched you with a smile as you slept.

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when you awoke, you stretched with a groan, your body cracking in happiness with your comfortable sleep.

you blink your eyes slowly so that your vision could focus, and if seeing k’s sleeping face was a sight to see every morning for the rest of your life—it could be something you could get use to.

his eyes twitch in his sleep, his lips moving slightly. you lay your head on your hands, observing him as he sleeps. how can someone be so handsome and beautiful at the same time?

your fingers move before your brain catches up, moving a blonde strand from his forehead, and his forehead creases but he relaxes not too long afterwards.

your heart drops. he’s handsome, but you cannot fall for him. you barely know each other and he married you with a contract.

‘don’t people get married everyday without truly knowing anyone? that’s how women end up marrying serial killers.’

‘youre not helping!’

your conversation with your friend from the other day replays in your mind. could you actually fall for k and have k fall for you eventually?

“what’s in that head of yours?” k’s sleepy voice interrupted your thoughts. deep and raspy. your thighs clench.

“oh, um just thinking,” you say quietly, “just random things. like how this all came to be.”

k smiles, “this whole marriage between us isn’t as random as you think princess.”

your heart tugs at the nickname. not only because of the way he says it, but because it sounded so familiar. however, you can’t seem to recall.

you clear your throat. “should i make us breakfast?”

“only if you want.” he smiles. “i’m usually not up this early, but if it means spending more time with you, i’ll get used to it.”

once again, your heart tugs. you want to tell him to stop. that he didn’t need to pretend. but your mouth wouldn’t connect with your brain to say the words.

“okay.”

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— eve 🐈‍⬛

another draft. inspired by taylor swift of course. might consider this part of my t-swift masterlist. maybe i will do a part two? part three? four? five?

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“are you sure we shouldn’t wake her?” taki is hesitant and feels like this is a betrayal to you.

“i’m sure. i think it’s best to see if it worked by letting it come natural.” sunoo replied. he was calm. per him he was able to reverse whatever spell was on you, hindering your powers.

sunoo drinks the tea, k so graciously made for him. you were still upstairs napping with euijoo. k took it upon himself to not wake you or euijoo about this.

“it’ll be better if she doesn’t know so she doesn’t force the powers to come to her. they’ll come.”

“how soon, sunoo?” k crosses his arms, leaning against the opposite counter.

jungwon had joined sunoo on this adventure to chan’s land. the others went with the clan to figure out what was happening with the rogues.

sunoo shrugs, eyes looking over the rim of the mug. “that’s up to her.”

k was impatient, taki could sense it. “it might be good, like sunoo says.” taki agrees. he laughs to ease any tension awkwardly, “you know she over thinks everything.”

their conversation was cut short when they heard a yelp of surprise from euijoo coming from upstairs. sunoo sits his cup down calmly and smiles.

“looks like it worked.” he crosses his legs under the counter. jungwon even looks at his friend in confusion.

k and taki’s eyebrows shot up, and they both race up the stairs to euijoo’s room. when they open the door they are in awe of what they find.

euijoo is hanging upside down by a vine that somehow came alive from the frozen outside and entered through the now barely opened window.

“help me!” he whispers out hurriedly. “what’s happening?” even in a situation concerned for panic, he remains calm.

sunoo and jungwon now stand behind k and taki, sunoo a big smile on his face. “wow her powers came back in full force.”

you were still sleeping soundly next to euijoo, an occasional twitch. “how can she sleep through this?” jungwon asks. no one knows the answer.

taki steps forward to help euijoo, but sunoo tsks with a warning. “i would don’t that.”

all three wolves look at the warlock now vampire hybrid, different expression written on their face. confusion, annoyance, and question.

sunoo chuckles, “the vines might feel threatened if you touch them. if they feel threatened, they might wrap tighter around euijoo. you’ll have to let him hang or wake her up now.”

you jolt awake when you hear taki yell your name in panic. taki didn’t even wait for euijoo or k to give their input.

“what the—,” when you shot up in the bed, you weren’t expecting the sight in front of you.

sunoo and jungwon in the doorway. k standing awkwardly but in slight panic, taki with a full on panicked expression, and looking to where euijoo once laid next to you. euijoo, was now hanging upside down by a vine.

it reminded you of when you slept walked and had yuma strung upside down.

you inhaled a deep breath and blew it out slowly focusing your mind. the vines slowly drifted down, turning euijoo upright and letting his feet touch the ground before they unwrapped themselves. they then slowly slithered over your body, to the window and back outside.

“how the fuck did that happened?”

sunoo smiles, “i fixed you. found a spell that worked.”

“so you mean—,”

“yes you have your powers again.” sunoo nods, “but take it slow. you need to make sure not to use all your energy.”

you nod in understanding. you look over to euijoo, “sorry ju.”

he just smiles, smoothing down his clothes, “no worries at all. just happy you have your powers again.” euijoo clears his throat. “did you find out about anything else?”

sunoo shrugs just a bit. “this all could’ve been easily reversed. it’s a common spell most use. not sure why her mom didn’t think of it.”

“she says she wasn’t herself.” you defend. “she didn’t want to risk hurting me.”

“i don’t believe it.” sunoo says truthfully. he doesn’t further explain himself. “jungwon and i should get going now. keep an eye on her; make sure she doesn’t go too crazy having her powers back.”

“i’ll walk you both out.” k states, and raises his brow at the 2 vampires, wanting sunoo to explain further on his thoughts.

taki follows behind k and sunoo, beside jungwon. euijoo stays behind with you. “how are you feeling?” he asks, sitting down next to you on the bed. back in his original spot.

you play with the comforter, with a shrug you add, “not sure. everyone seems to believe my mom is lying about some things. i want to defend her, and continue to believe she didn’t nothing wrong,”

“but?”

“but a small amount of me is thinking otherwise.” you sigh, and look up to euijoo again, sadness behind your eyes. “what happened euijoo? where did everyone go?”

euijoo isn’t sure he should tell, since chan wants the facts first. “i have to wait on chan.”

“does it involve my mom?” you ask, and euijoo nods. “does it involve the new rogue clan?” he hesitates but nods. his hesitancy was your answer. “let me see her.”

“i don’t think—,”

“call chan and tell him i demand to see my mother, now.”

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few hours later, and you were in the main city accompanied by yuma, fuma, and harua. your mom was being held at a local hospital due to an animal attack.

“yuma, take her to her mother’s room. harua and i will wait down the hall.” fuma orders. neither you or yuma argue.

yuma escorts you down the dimly lit intensive care unit hallway to your mother’s door. it was all heavy duty glass, but half of it was blocked by a blue curtain.

you knocked twice, and entered quietly. your mom beamed at your presence. she looked behind you, seeing the wolf, but says nothing.

“ray! i knew you should’ve came back to me and the house.”

“if she came back with you, she could’ve been hurt as well.” yuma answers, face set in a frown.

your mom says nothing, once again. she clears her throat, “well—,”

“mom, what’s happening?” you ask, sitting on her bed, careful to not sit near any of her wounds. she looked badly beaten, she did.

she licks her dried red and chapped lips. “the rogues came looking for you.”

“it’s not your fault, kitten.” yuma quickly adds before you get any ideas.

“i’m not saying that it’s my daughters fault.” your mom quickly snaps. her voice tone startled you. you’ve never heard her speak like that.

“you’re implying that it’s her fault and i don’t appreciate that.” yuma argues. he crosses his arms.

“how did you get help?” you ask.

she then smiles even wider. “ricky! he came to save me.”

“ricky?” you ask dumbfounded. “like my ex?”

just then, a figure with dark hair comes into the room. yuma’s chest rumbles. your mom is still smiling, your mouth slightly ajar.

“ricky?” you asked confused. your ex was in front of you right now. why was your ex in front of you right now? “why are you here.”

“to make sure your mom was okay after the attack.” he says. “those rogues really got to her.”

you swallow nervously. ricky knows? ricky knows about vampires and wolves and this whole thing? does he know you’re a witch?

you quickly look up to ricky, eyes narrowing, and got off your mom’s bed. “we should go.” you say to yuma.

ricky holds out his arm to stop you from going to yuma. yuma growls a warning, snarling. “don’t touch her.”

you move ricky’s arm away, and walk to yuma’s side. yuma quickly digs his nose in your neck for your scent to calm him down. your mom and ricky both smirk.

“ray, have you told yuma here about our conversation?”

“no, but i will.” you quickly say. now isn’t the time to talk about how yuma is your main mate.

yuma removes his nose from your neck, and kisses your cheek before looking at you. “you okay?”

you nod. “yeah, let’s just find the others.” you quietly say. you turn to your mom and ricky, “mom, i’ll be back to see you another day, okay?”

“sure thing, ray.” she smiles softly, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. your head begins to hurt as your vision is flickered by something different. your mom isn’t in front of you. it’s a dark eye demon, just in your mom’s body. as quickly as it came, it went away.

you clear your throat to yuma, “can we go, please?”

yuma wraps his arm around your shoulder, sensing your uncomfortable body language. your scent changed. you no longer wanted to be in this room.

just as you two were leaving the room, two other men bumped into you both, with smiles. “leaving so soon?” one coos.

“matthew, eric, leave her.” you hear ricky order.

you shiver and yuma quickly escorts you down the hall to where fuma and harua where.

“this place reeks of vampires.” harua whispers.

you swallow for the hundredth time, your throat feeling as if it’s collapsing, “i think my mom is working with the rogues. i think ricky, my ex is one of them.” all three of your wolves nod in agreement.

“you okay?” harua asks softly, cradling your cheek.

you shake your head. “no. i think my mom’s body is being possessed by a demon.”

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“was your ex ricky—,” chan began wanting you to fill in the blanks.

“he was one hundred percent human. unless he hid his second life as a vampire well. my mom never had any problems with him.”

“well, she seems to favor vampires over wolves.” maki rolls his eyes.

“he’s never tried to feed from me, he’s never given me any vibes that he was something different than human. even now, i can’t remember any odd behavior he may have presented at a time.”

“he could be new to it, and your mom being the one to tell him everything.” chan explains. he looks to the three that were at the hospital with you, “did any of you get a feeling off of him?”

“definitely new. he wouldn’t stop staring at her or her neck.” yuma adds in. once again you shiver.

“and you think your mom is being possessed by a demon?” hyunjin asks carefully.

you nod. “for a quick second it’s like i saw something else behind my mom’s eyes. it wasn’t my mom at all. her behavior was off the short visit.”

hyunjin leans against the wall behind him. “chan, i need to go and find out if this is true.”

“do what you need to hyunjin.” chan nods, and hyunjin quickly leaves the dining area where you, chan, minho, and your nine wolves were.

you stare off into space, feeling empty of everything that’s going on. “could my mom really have faked that attack?”

“not your mom, possibly a demon,” taki says. some of the guys groan, others stay quiet.

“my mom, last time she was here, she was trying to get me to go home with her. she kept repeating that i would miss my old life at some point. and i did, for a short while.” you explain.

the boys, although didn’t show it, they seemed hurt that you missed your old life even for a short period. the only ones who could understand are the older ones.

yuma stands behind you from your seat at the table, wrapping his arms around your shoulders, your back leaning against his body, and he kisses your head.

“she also almost told yuma about being my primary mate. yuma stills. it goes quiet. taki snorts.

“what?” he squeaks.

“it’s werewolf 101,” taki laughs loudly, “you haven’t noticed your actions towards her lately?”

“taki,” fuma shakes his head. “we’ll talk later,” he says to you and yuma.

“no we’ll talk now. i thought fuma was your primary mate?”

you and fuma both shrug. “so did we,” you say, “but it makes sense it’s you, yuma.” you stand and face yuma. “our bond is seemingly getting stronger. and don’t forget your ways of talking to the earth when trying to find me.”

“who told you that?” you chuckle, wrapping your arms around his neck, comforting him in a hug. yuma then smirks, “does this mean i get dibs when i want to have sex?”

this time, all 8 wolves groan in disbelief, while chan and minho laugh. “well, we will leave you to that discussion.” chan announces. “in the meantime, no one goes out alone, especially her. keep an eye on each other.”

you all nod. once chan and minho leave, yuma pulls you in closer to himself. “but i’m serious, does that mean i get dibs?”

“it absolutely does not,” nicho states. “you would never give us a chance.”

“exactly my point.” yuma laughs.

“it’s euijoo’s turn tonight anyway.” nico adds. “you’ll just have to wait.”

“we didn’t even get to spend time with her today.” maki pouts.

euijoo just stands, smiling. “i can wait—,”

you quickly interject, “no, yuma needs to learn to share with others.” you smirk. yuma smirks back. you have no idea.

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— eve. 🐈‍⬛

no smut this chapter but next chapter 😈 no promises but i will try for a nichojoo threesome. NO PROMISES. this exact part has been sitting in my drafts for so long bc i am not necessarily happy with it but i think its because its that weird in between/filler chapter. idk

i’ve been lacking ways to exchange the remaining of this story in a well written way which is why i’ve been posting random drafts — so expect more of those.

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