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@minkiverse YOU HAVE SELECTED [MIN.GI] AND [YUNH.O] AND INPUT [ROCKSTAR/F2L AU] AND [SMUT/ANGST] AND ["I see the way you look at him... I wish you'd look at me like that."]

GENERATING YOUR SIMULATION…

Yunho’s band was semi-famous on campus, and they were fairly decent too. It was just him and a few other students at your university, mainly from his drama major, that comprised the band. Most of the student body supported their efforts, meaning they usually played each weekend at the local student bars. Such popularity came with perks, and as Yunho’s best friends, you and Mingi happily reaped the benefits.

Tonight was no different: a long night in front row at Yunho’s performance, getting absolutely hammered from the free drinks given by the bar for associating with the band. You had drank, and danced, and screamed your lungs out in support of your friend, glad to see him enjoying himself onstage. When the encores began, you and Mingi had slipped backstage and to Yunho’s dressing room.

While the other four band members split two rooms between them, it had been well-established that you and Mingi always came with Yunho, and therefore he needed his own room. Not long after you and Mingi had cosied up, Yunho had finally flung open the door with a tired sigh. Sat in Mingi’s lap, you smiled as you watched Yunho groan and throw himself into a nearby armchair, absolutely drenched in sweat from his performance.

The music production major had already wrapped an arm around you, head lolling into your nape, groaning quietly into your skin. You didn’t blame Mingi for his inebriation, as you were pretty out of it yourself, giggling to yourself at nothing in particular. Yunho gave the both of you a once over before shaking his head and lighting the blunt you had graciously rolled for him before getting shitfaced.

“I guess you two had fun while I was performing then?”

You nodded happily, tapping Mingi on the head and giggling when he groaned and raised up, eyes barely open. He was quick to hit you with a mean glare however when you flicked his forehead.

“The fuck was that for?”

“To wake you up, of course.”

Shaking his head, Mingi pulled you closer, sighing softly.

“But you’re like a giant water bottle, Y/N.”

You giggled again, letting yourself fall into his chest.

“Ah, you got me there. Sorry, Min.”

Mingi’s hand soon fell into a rubbing motion, the action soothing on your lower back. Yunho watched quietly, expression unreadable as his eyes trailed over your body, bold as the weed began to course through his veins. Even in his drunken state Mingi caught the elder staring, biting his lip a little before pulling your skirt further down, covering the panties that Yunho had focused on for longer than necessary.

Looking up, you were surprised to see both men staring at each other intently, but thought nothing of it in your state. You beckoned Yunho over, smiling brightly.

“C’mon Yun, let me have a hit! I rolled it for you, so I deserve it!”

Rolling his eyes playfully, the male obliged. Tapping the ashes, Yunho stood up with a grunt before sliding onto the sofa next to you, taking a hit before blowing it in your face. Both he and Mingi laughed when you sputtered with a scowl, leaning forward and snatching the blunt from between Yunho’s fingers. The action made you plop off Mingi’s lap, sinking into his side, and you adjusted yourself so your legs now rested on Yunho’s.

“Not fair, Yun.”

Simply rolling his eyes in response, Yunho focused on your lips as you took a long drag, releasing a cloud with a sigh before offering to Mingi. He silently accepted, taking the blunt and inhaling deeply.

The arm that had secured you was now focused on keeping the hot ashes away from your skin, so Mingi made use of his other, caging you against his side. Your breath hitched at the feeling of his arm encircling your midriff, but your eyes soon locked onto Yunho’s when his fingertips began to dance along your legs.

This is how it always started: tentative touches. One of the two would begin feeling you up, provoking you until you finally caved and gave them what they wanted. The dark look in Yunho’s eyes was indicative of his intent, his gaze completely focused on the smooth skin of your thighs.

Just like Yunho and Mingi liked, your skirt didn’t leave much up to the imagination. Yunho didn’t even have to venture under it before you were fidgeting, fighting the urge to clamp your thighs shut around his intrusive hand. He smirked, proud of how easily it was to work you up. You couldn’t bring yourself to break eye contact with Yunho, even as his fingertips neared the lacy borders of your underwear.

But then, a hand was under your chin, and Mingi gently tilted your head to face him. His expression was slightly pained, but arousal was nevertheless present as he gazed down at you.

“I see the way you look at him.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, but before you could deny it Mingi took a hit and crashed your lips together, exhaling into your mouth. Your brain was practically set alight by the action, eyes closing as all your focus was on Mingi. Mingi didn’t even shift when Yunho took the blunt from him, huffing in annoyance before inhaling sharply.

The two of you were practically oblivious to his discontent, kissing each other with sloppy, desperate need. When you finally broke apart, Mingi’s lips formed a small pout, his hands snaking up your front to thumb at your nipples.

“I wish you’d look at me like that.”

Yunho scoffed, exhaling in your direction so that you’d both focus on him again. He gave Mingi an unamused glare before mumbling quietly.

“Don’t start with that shit, Min. We agreed to share.”

Mingi pursed his lips but did not retaliate, watching quietly as Yunho passed you the blunt before fiddling with his belt buckle. Soon enough, he’d tugged his cock free, guiding your free hand to it with a hungry, almost predatory smile.

“You can take the both of us, right baby?”

Giving Yunho a obedient nod, you took a hit with your right hand and began jerking him off with the left, head beginning to swim deliciously. Mingi’s slow rubs on your nipples felt heavenly with the friction of your top’s fabric in between. Soon enough, you had closed your eyes, leant on mingi as he pleasured you more. The blunt was almost finished, so you passed to Mingi before fully focusing on satisfying Yunho.

“Tonight’s performance was real good, Yun.”

He gave you a non committal hum, tweaking the nipple left unattended as Mingi finished the last dredges of the blunt. Extinguishing it, Mingi blew a last plume of smoke in the air before focusing on your neck, sucking and licking at the skin lewdly. Hands now roaming your torso, Mingi held you against himself, overwhelming almost all your senses. Your hand faltered around Yunho’s cock, and he gritted his jaw. Mingi was being way too needy today, he wasn’t being fair.

“M-Min! s’good!”

His shower of kisses had become more fervent, leaving a trail of bruising skin in his wake. As you feebly tried to please Yunho, Mingi’s hand snaked between your thighs, flipping your skirt above your hips. Two fingers pressed against your clothed clit, and you gasped, eyes still screwed tightly shut.

“Lemme fuck this pretty pussy, yeah? I’ll behave, I promise.”

But Mingi had no intent to behave, and it was clear through his actions. The drugs in your system made your brain deliciously hazy, too overwhelmed by pleasure to even consider anything else. Far too gone, in fact, to even remember Yunho until his fingers curled in your hair.

“Fuck, you two are gonna be the death of me.”

Yunho’s kiss was bruising, equally as forceful as Mingi’s touch between your thighs. While he bit your lip, forcing you to moan into the embrace, Mingi’s fingers swirled dutifully around your clit. His fingers still tweaked your nipple, making you arch into Yunho’s chest. They had started working together now, rather than against each other, and the effect was sensational.

“P-please! Oh my god, please, please!”

Yunho smirked against your mouth, easily dominating your mouth with an unprecedented hunger. He gave your hair a little tug, breathing heavily against one side of your neck as Mingi still hired himself in the other.

“Please what, princess? What do you need?”

You struggled to say much more, Yunho taking over assaulting your chest whilst Mingi focused on spreading your legs further. He made sure you kept open for him, one hand holding your thigh whilst the other rubbed against your now-soaked panties.

“Y-you! Both of you! Fuck, please Yun! Min! Oh my god, I’m gonna go fucking insane!”

In some show of pride, both men chuckled against your neck, Yunho’s head dipping down to lick at your nipples through the fabric of your clothes. Mingi’s nails dug into your thigh, and the fingertips of his free hand danced along the waistband of your panties.

“Okay, baby. We’ll make you feel real good, m’kay? Me and Min, we always make you feel good.”

Yunho sat back onto the couch, gently pulling you forward by your arms. Reluctantly, Mingi leaned back, instead focusing on pulling on your hips. Pliant and needy, you allowed the men to manhandle you into their desired position; ass in the air whilst your face rubbed against Yunho’s cock.

“I’m sure you can take both of us, princess.”

Mingi had given up on both speaking and waiting, instead finally pulling down your panties and exposing your glistening pussy. He groaned, licking his lips with unfiltered desire. Yunho on the other hand focused on dragging his cock across your face, precum left in its wake like a snail trail. Your eyes began to tear up from his teasing, looking up at Yunho with desperation. He instantly swore under his breath, fingers tangling in your hair again.

“Suck me good, baby. Show me how much you love my cock.”

As soon as those words left Yunho’s mouth, Mingi’s cock prodded against your entrance, the tip dragging up and down your puffy folds. Body trembling from the stimulation, you opened your mouth obediently, tongue lolling out to lick the underside of Yunho’s cock before slowly taking him in.

The corners of your mouth stretched to accommodate his girth, and you made sure to keep eye contact as he gently pressed you down further. When you were flush against his pubic bone, a lewd moan ripped from your throat. Mingi had begun to push into you, hissing as your walls clenched around him. He fought the urge to shove himself in at once, grip bruising on your hips as he restrained himself.

After a few minutes and many mumbled curses, he was completely sheathed inside, tip already kissing your sweet spot. Had it not been for him holding you up, you would’ve already collapsed under him.

“So w-warm, Y/N. Shit, you’re so perfect.”

Yunho hissed when you moaned at Mingi’s breathless praise, the vibration sending shockwaves through his body whilst your walls tightened around Mingi’s cock. Unable to wait any longer, Yunho began to shallowly fuck into your mouth, moving you by your hair in time. Receptive of his hasty actions, you began to suck him off as best as you could, gagging quietly as his tip hit the back of his throat. Eager to get his fill, Mingi also begun thrusting, and you whimpered complacently onto Yunho’s cock.

“Such a good girl, princess. Taking us so well.”

Had it not been for his cock halfway down your throat, you’re sure the whole building would’ve heard you. But that was a futile thought; everyone knew what you three got up to in Yunho’s dressing room once the show was over. It was a well-known secret that you had both men wrapped around your finger, and how the three of you indulged in shameless desire regardless of what people thought.

Because it’s university, so who the fuck cares?

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⚝ - TAGLIST !!

@vampzity @jjoongstar @yyaurii @yuyubeans @yundeob @jycas @everyonewooeverywhere @h4untedgrl @wwooyology @atzlordz

@everyonewooeverywhere YOU HAVE SELECTED [YUN.HO] AND INPUT [SERIAL KILLER/STALKER] AND [YOU CAN RUN FROM ME, BABY, BUT I’LL ALWAYS FIND YOU]

GENERATING YOUR SIMULATION…

Slamming the door behind you, your chest heaved and your brain felt like it was in overdrive. Adrenaline made your muscles twitch, your body still in fight or flight after sprinting the last few 100 metres home. It had been a weird night, and with the killings that had recently shocked the town, you were already regretting your late-night run.

Your breathing still hadn’t slowed as you turned around and locked every lock on your door. The twist lock, then the deadbolt, then the chain. It no longer felt like simple paranoia, it felt as if every single eye was on you. Every single person stopped and stared, their gaze boring into your skin and latching onto your soul. When you had talked to your therapist about it, he suggested breathing exercises. It was just delusions, he said, why would everyone be staring at you? That logic had calmed you a little, but your skin still crawled whenever you were in a public space.

In for 10. Out for 5. In for 10. Out for 5.

You could almost hear his voice, steady and calm in your ear. The air around you shifted slightly, feeling more enclosed. While your heart and your breathing had calmed, something inherent within you was still on high alert.

Your soul felt heavy with anticipation.

Shrugging it all off, you began to set your mind at ease, methodically putting your belongings in their places. Wallet and keys by the door. Shoes in the shoe rack. Water bottle in the sink. Headphones and phone on charge. Routine had built consistency in your life, helping you stabilise a little. You had developed such processes in therapy, so you would know where every single item was. A grounding technique, he said, to help you feel more in control.

The eyes didn’t feel as strong as you rounded the corner, scouring the kitchen for your protein bars. Tonight’s run had been slightly more intensive, urging you to refill some of the lost calories. Once you found them, you traced your steps back to the living room, giving it a once over to check that everything was in its place. When you were sure of it, you sat down on the couch and let out a contented sigh, turning the tv on.

Four women in the local area have been found dead in their homes in the past three months. Officials say that all four victims were discovered with their necks slit, often with expressions of terror. They further went on to warn the public of the dangers of solitude, emphasising that all the victims had no family connections.

You shivered at this, your empty apartment feeling colder than it had before. As they continued to describe the case, you gave your full focus to the news anchor on screen.

Local police have given instructions to those who may fit closely with the profiles of the victims: stay in your homes after dark, do not give out information to anyone about your home, and under all circumstances, stay on high alert.

When his hand wrapped around your throat, it was suddenly apparent that you hadn’t followed a single rule. Before you could scream, the knife was at your neck, and his hand moved from your throat to your mouth. You stayed as still as possible, eyes on the tv, too afraid to turn and look at the man holding you hostage. But the cologne he had on was familiar, overwhelming your senses as your head began to swim.

You recognised your therapist even before his honeyed voice purred in your ear.

“Awh baby, you should’ve been more careful. Don’t worry, just calm down okay? Breathe with me.”

In for 10. Out for 5. In for 5. Out for 10. 5. 10. 5. 10. 10. 5. 5. 5.

Yunho slacked the knife against your neck, instead stroking your hair softly with a gloved hand. Shushing you quietly, he pressed a soft kiss to your lobe.

“Don’t panic, baby. You know you can trust me.”

Bile rose in your throat, the words that had once comforted you now dripped in poison. While your therapist continued to whisper sweet nothings in your ear, you quickly sprung into action, breaking away and running to the door. Yunho didn’t seem too bothered, slowly pacing after you as you fumbled with the locks.

“You can run from me baby, but I’ll always find you.”

Just as you had prised the deadbolt from its position, he grabbed you by the back of your shirt, ripping you away from the door. As he loomed over you, grinning intently, you finally understood why he had always unsettled you during appointments.

Why it always felt like his eyes were trailing over you, watching you, eager to tear your flesh off to consume.

“Just breathe, baby. I’ll take care of you, like I always do.”

[SIMULATION COMPLETE. INPUT A NEW SCENARIO HERE. VIEW PREVIOUS LOGS HERE. PLEASE NOTE THAT THE SIMULATOR IS ONLY TO BE USED BY THOSE 18+ AND IF YOUR PROFILE DISPLAYS NO VISIBLE AGE, YOUR UPLOAD WILL BE IGNORED.]

⚝ - TAGLIST !!

@vampzity @jjoongstar @yyaurii @yuyubeans @yundeob @jycas @everyonewooeverywhere @h4untedgrl @wwooyology

YOU HAVE SELECTED [WOOYO.UNG] AND INPUT [villain/hero] + [humour/smut(??)] + ["I heard you fought another villian last week. How could you?! DO I MEAN NOTHING TO YOU?!?"]

GENERATING YOUR SIMULATION…

There was nothing more time consuming than the snarky little bastard that had you tied to a chair right now.

Jung Wooyoung, who went by the alias Loki, was the sharpest thorn in your side. While he never caused serious damage to you or other people, he loved to see the city you call home in disarray, and that you could not tolerate. Whether it was graffitiing buildings of corporations, gassing the inner city with laughing gas, or chasing animals out of the parks into the city, his antics were always outlandish and unreasonable.

Yet, something was different this time. Wooyoung’s demeanor had completely flipped, his usual playfulness replaced with cold and calculated anger. He paced around his lair, a colourful and vibrant area that was so undeniably Wooyoung. Then again, Wooyoung was unapologetically Wooyoung, so it shouldn’t be much of a surprise.

In all honesty, you didn’t have much against the guy; you weren’t a fan of the corporations that controlled much of society, and his actions were usually harmless. He liked to fuck things up, without a doubt, but he seemed to stay well within his own moral limits.

Hence why this change had you so on edge.

“Wooyoung, what’s going on?”

Whirling around, Wooyoung gave you a sharp glare before responding with agitation evident.

“It’s Loki to you, cheater.”

Your expression became one of confusion, watching quietly as Wooyoung turned back and clicked a few buttons. Despite your front staying as still as possible, your hands were working away at the ropes binding you to the chair. As playful as he might be, Wooyoung was brilliant, and his ropes somehow were completely resistant to your ice powers. The key was to keep him distracted long enough to free yourself, and make sure he didn’t suspect you of trying to escape.

“What are you on about, Woo- Loki?”

Huffing, Wooyoung continued his work before hitting a switch, once again turning to face you. His jaw was gritted, and his fists clenched as he attempted to temper his anger.

“You know exactly what I mean, Snowflake. Don’t piss me off feigning ignorance, I’m not in the mood.”

Ignoring the nickname he’d usually taunt you with, you genuinely had no clue what he was talking about. But one of the knots had loosened around your wrists, so you kept talking.

“I don’t, Loki. I’m not in a relationship, so it’s not possible for me to-”

“I heard you fought another villain last week!”

His shout surprised you, and stunned you into silence. It didn’t matter much, as Wooyoung began raving as he pressed a button. Flood lights hit you from every angle, blinding as he approached where you sat.

“How could you?! You’re my arch nemesis, not that stupid slut Firefly! I cause mischief, you stop me, I escape before you can bring me to justice! That’s our dynamic, that’s how things should be!”

Grabbing you by the front of your suit, his voice only raised in volume. Though your face seemed shell-shocked, one hand was finally free, and you charged up a blast of ice.

“Do I mean nothing to you?! Huh?! Was Firefly better than me?! Was that stupid little bug harder to fight?! Huh?! Answer me!”

Rather than respond to his nonsense, your hand was quick to dart out, shooting a singular shot of ice at Wooyoung’s side. He let go of you in his surprise, stumbling to the floor as the belt of ice weighed him down. Quickly turning to free your other hand, you stood up and massaged your wrists, smirking down at the villain.

“Why, you jealous? I mean it does make sense; fire and ice are more suited for a hero and villain rivalry, no?”

Gasping, Wooyoung’s eyes widened in shock, watching in abject horror as the ice began to spread down his body, pinning him to the floor. Yet, what hurt him the most were your words, not the chill settling over his body.

“Wh…what?”

You gave him a lazy glance before pacing to his console, inspecting his array of gadgets and contraptions. You prodded one with a finger, uninterested in it mostly.

“Hey, don’t touch that! Those are very delicate inventions that must not be tampered with!”

“What, like this?”

You picked one of his little toys up, some gun with a vial attached to it, and dropped it on the floor. Wooyoung screeched as a plume of gas escaped, thrashing against the ice on the floor as you looked on in interest.

“No! Why did you do that?! That’s my laughing gas! I made a mistake in the chemical-”

You interrupted him with a cough as the gas filled the small space, tingling your lungs as you inhaled it.

“Fuck, what is this shit?!”

Sweat broke out over your skin, and your vision swirled as you staggered over to Wooyoung. He was trying to hold his own breath, but soon took in a desperate gasp, turning to you with urgency.

“I fucked up the formula! This isn’t laughing gas, Y/N! This is an aphro-”

Your body thrummed the more you inhaled the sweet purple gas, falling to your knees in front of Wooyoung. Holding your head, you groaned out before your eyes finally met his, your pupils fully blown.

“Shit, do you ever shut up?”

Dissolving the ice pinning his waist to the floor, you quickly swung a leg over his midriff and straddled him. Completely gone, your eyes shamelessly raked over his form, grinning at the villain quivering beneath you. While you had taken the brunt of the gas, Wooyoung had still inhaled some, now fighting against the murky feeling threatening to overtake his brain. Yet, it became harder and harder to control himself as you pressed down on his crotch, leaning in closer.

“Y’know, you’re so attractive, Wooyoungie. Can I call you Wooyoungie?”

“Y/N, I-”

Hand darting out, you clamped it over his mouth, leaning so close to his ear that your breath tickled his baby hairs.

“Didn’t you fucking hear me?”

You felt the vibration of a moan against your hand, smirking to yourself as you began to kiss slowly along Wooyoung’s neck. The more vocal he became, the messier you were, soon lewdly licking up his neck and sucking harshly on the skin, mumbling quietly.

“Such a disobedient little slut. Whores like you need to learn their place.”

Pulling your hand from his mouth, Wooyoung began to unashamedly moan, trembling under your desperate touch and caresses.

“P-Please, Y/N..”

When you pulled away from his neck, Wooyoung’s eyes were watery, pleading, and desperate. You smirked down at him in delight, cool hands smoothing under the shirt he had on, goosebumps rising on his skin. Finally reaching his nipples, you thumbed them until they hardened, giving them a harsh tug before responding.

“You gonna be a good boy for me, Wooyoungie?”

“M-Mhm!”

Delighted with the pathetic nature of his feeble response, you began to freeze the tips of your fingers. You rolled his nipples with a sadistic grin, watching as Wooyoung bucked and whined underneath you. Never in his wildest dreams did he take you for the punishing type, but right now he was too horny to give it much thought. All Wooyoung was capable of doing currently was grind against you, hopeful that his ministrations would pay off.

Luckily for him, the rougher he was, the more you fidgeted above him. Until you grabbed him by the throat, squeezing softly. Your face darted in front of his, and you almost snarled your words at him, teeth gritted.

“Stop gyrating like a fucking whore.”

He willed his hips to stop, barely containing himself as one of your hands still focused on pinching his sore nipples. The cool feeling of your iced tips on his neck had him reeling, fighting the urge to roll his eyes with sheer pleasure. When he looked at you with that pathetic expression, as if he’d cream in his pants if you teased him any longer, your hand moved from his throat to his jaw, squeezing it harshly.

“Open.”

Eager to please and hopefully get some satisfaction, Wooyoung obeyed, slacking his jaw. He was half expecting you to put your fingers in his mouth, let him run his tongue over them and coat them with his spit. Perhaps you’d fuck his throat with them, or you’d use them on one of his other holes… at least that’s what he hoped for. What he hadn’t expected was for you to spit a glob of saliva in his mouth, a trail connecting his awaiting tongue to your lips.

“Swallow for me, baby.”

The soft, sensual way you purred those words at him almost had him coating the walls a lovely shade of white. It was sweeter than how you’d been talking to him so far, and he felt a tingle in the nether regions just from the switch up. He closed his mouth, swallowed, and looked up at you expectantly.

“Good boy.”

Oh, oh there it is. There’s the orgasm, oh god. It was gonna hit him like a fucking freight train. It was beautiful, like an overstimulating painting in some art nouveau gallery. He could taste sound, hear colours, feel thoughts-

“Gonna nut in your pants like a little bitch?”

Yup, he was. He did, in fact. On command, even. Quivering under you like a pathetic little slut as his hands grabbed your thighs to feel at least a little grounded. Ignoring your curses and venomous jabs, he humped you like a bitch in heat, almost overstimulating himself before you finally pulled his hands off and slapped him clean across the face.

His head spun for a second, thrumming with heat or.. something, he didn’t really know. All he knew is that it hurt, but it felt really fucking good. Wooyoung simply stared up at you with a dazed expression, a goofy smile almost working its way onto his face.

“I’m gonna have to teach you some manners, Jung Wooyoung.”

Wooyoung should’ve been petrified that you knew his full name, in fact it should’ve set off ten billion warning bells in his brain. But of course, he was too distracted by you flinging off the majority of your super suit, pulling down his pants before he could even be embarrassed about his cum coated dick.

“And you’re gonna take everything I have to give you like a good boy, you fucking brat.”

Regardless of the drugs, Wooyoung was seriously in love with you for treating him like shit.

[SIMULATION COMPLETE. INPUT A NEW SCENARIO HERE. VIEW PREVIOUS LOGS HERE. PLEASE NOTE THAT THE SIMULATOR IS ONLY TO BE USED BY THOSE 18+ AND IF YOUR PROFILE DISPLAYS NO VISIBLE AGE, YOUR UPLOAD WILL BE IGNORED.]

⚝ - TAGLIST !!

@vampzity @jjoongstar @yyaurii @yuyubeans @yundeob @jycas @everyonewooeverywhere @h4untedgrl @wwooyology @atzlordz

@vcutparis YOU HAVE SELECTED [JONG.HO] AND INPUT [THEATRE AU] AND [UNCLENCH YOUR FISTS, MY LOVER, THE WAR IS NOW OVER (I'VE FORGOTTEN HOW TO UNCURL MY FINGER FROM THE TRIGGER)]

GENERATING YOUR SIMULATION….

As the stage lights gleamed down on the two of you, you cradled Jongho close, shushing him as he sobbed into your chest. It was quite an intimate scene; you were wrapped in his arms, yet he held no control over the embrace. He shook as if he were a puppy caught in the rain, the strong male character he was playing breaking down after returning from war to his lover.

Jongho had given the character a more Byronic undertone than the director had intended, but it suited him well. By making the brooding, aloof character more nuanced, Jongho had been given standing ovations every night. But he deserved it; he outshined everyone with his acting.

“Oh, how I’ve missed you so, my darling wife.”

His hand slid up your side, clenched into a fist, and you resisted the urge to fidget. No matter how many times you performed this scene, it was still awkward for you - internally that is. Externally, you held him by the chin tenderly, leaning your head against his.

“As have I, my love.”

Raising his head from your bosom, Jongho looked at you with shining eyes, a singular tear falling down his cheek. He never failed to amaze you when he cried on cue. Thumb rubbing away the tear stains, your forehead touched against his.

“Unclench your fists, my lover, the war is now over.”

Shaking his head slowly, Jongho leant into your hand, kissing it softly. Had it not been for the audience in front of you, you would’ve keeled over and passed out. His voice wavered as he spoke to you, a soft whisper that his mic only just picked up.

“I’ve forgotten how to uncurl my finger from the trigger.”

Now it was time - the big moment. The one that you both anticipated and dreaded each performance. Thank god this was the last.

One: Tenderly taking his hand, you unfurled his fingers and interlocked them with your own.

Two: You said your line, pulling him closer until your lips were centimetres apart - “Then I’ll give you my heart to hold, so you remember how to love with your hands.”

Three: The kiss. He turned his head, closing his eyes, and leant in. Fireworks erupted in your brain as his lips moved softly against yours, his hand entangling in your hair. Reciprocating, your hand fell to his chest, feeling the pounding of his heart under your palm. As suave as he could be, Jongho was just as nervous as you. It was at least a little comforting, knowing that he still got stage fright like any other actor.

Finally pulling away, there was an emotion in your co-star’s eyes that wasn’t necessary for your performance. It knocked the breath out of you with its intensity, and the air had definitely shifted onstage as Jongho delivered his final line; the closing line of the play.

“I’ll learn to love you over and over again, my darling. In this world, and the next. My love for you transcends this mortal existence.”

And, as the curtain began to fall, Jongho unexpectedly embraced you again. His lips moved with more fervour, hungrily kissing you. You froze, confused by his actions, but didn’t pull away. As soon as your mics were turned off, and the crew began to flood the stage to remove the props, you broke the kiss, flustered and stuttering.

“W-Why did you do that? You can’t just add stuff in because it’s the last night of the performance!”

Grinning up at you, Jongho gave you some space, sitting back on his heels.

“What better time to make a first move?”

When you instinctively broke out in a smile in response, you cursed yourself at being charmed so easily. You pushed his shoulder playfully, ignoring the glances from the other actors as they rejoined the stage. Jongho feigned pain before standing up and offering you his hand.

“Let’s go take a bow for the last time.”

Taking it gracefully, you rose and allowed him to guide you to the curtains. Pushing your way through, holding hands as a united front, you bowed to the crowd. Stomps and cheers of applause filled the auditorium, and when you glanced at Jongho, he was still grinning, clearly pleased with himself. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes, squeezing his hand softly.

Damn theatre nerd.

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@bandgie YOU HAVE SELECTED [HONG.JOONG] AND INPUT [ROYALTY] AND [DEATH SHOULD BE YOUR PUNISHMENT, BUT I BELIEVE THIS ONE SUITS YOU BEST]

CAUTION: THERE IS AN AGGRESSION BUG ASSOCIATED WITH [HONG.JOONG] - DO YOU WISH TO CONTINUE?

[YES] [NO]

[YES]

…

GENERATING YOUR SIMULATION…

You grunted as the guards threw you to the floor, holding you by one arm each. There was no way out - their grip was insanely tight on you - but your mind nevertheless raced with escape plans. Before you, perched on his golden throne, was the man you hated most. The man who had burned your village to the ground, compromising with your father to take you instead of their lives.

You had only been young at the time - 17 and too scared to say no to the man who had ruined your life with one fell swoop. But you were older now, and so was he; Emperor Kim had, unfortunately, not softened with his years. Instead, the grey hairs peppering his perfectly slicked hair only symbolised the shortening of his fuse. The emperor coughed, but you made no move.

When your head hung low, refusing to look at the emperor before you, one of the royal guards grabbed you by the hair, pulling you upright. This didn’t stop you glaring, however, as you locked eyes with Kim.

No matter what, you had to get out of here.

“I’ve got to say Ms. Y/N, I am extremely disappointed by your actions. I truly thought you were someone I could rely on.”

He stood up slowly from his throne, approaching you with almost laziness as you thrashed against the guards. Kneeling to your level, he grabbed you by the chin, expression darkening.

“You betrayed me, you bitch.”

Lip curling in disgust, you spat on his face, a defiant smirk overtaking your expression when he recoiled out of instinct. He sat there shocked as a guard brought his sword to your throat; you spoke nonetheless, making minimal movements to ensure you didn’t get cut.

“Fuck you.”

Surprisingly, the emperor laughed, wiping your spit from his face with a swipe of his thumb. He gestured for the guards to stand at ease, and the sword was reluctantly removed from your neck. You took a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart.

“What a lovely suggestion.”

Your eyes widened as Emperor Kim, the cruel tyrant that controlled your homeland, tenderly cupped your cheek, thumb brushing over tears you hadn’t felt fall. But it was an empty gesture; his eyes were apathetic, showing his true intent.

“I knew it was a risk taking a servant from a conquered kingdom, but you just had such a… pretty face. This shrivelled old heart couldn’t resist, you understand?”

Like his vulgar words, his touch felt dirty. Kim’s fingers pinched your cheek, an infantilising gesture that made you glare at him. But, you endured it, because he could at any moment have his guards slit your throat. You knew that well, and so did he.

That’s why he was toying with you, like a lion playing with his dinner.

“Why would you do this, Y/N? You were my favourite. Did I not treat you well, my darling?”

For the first time, the mask cracked, and a flash of hurt overtook his expression. But that pain quickly boiled into anger, pain exploding in your cheek as he pinched harder. Seething, Kim’s voice was low and level, a telltale sign that he could explode at any second.

“I gave you everything, Y/N. I made sure you were treated like a fucking goddess in comparison to your colleagues, and this is how you repay me? Trying to slip a vial of poison into my wine? You fucking whore.”

Just before his pinch could draw blood, he let go, only to backhand you across the face, his large ring creating a deep gash. The world spun for a second from the impact, and if it weren’t for the guards holding you, you’re sure you would’ve fallen to the floor. He grabbed you by the front of your shirt, pulling you close, his spittle landing on your face as he raved.

“Mae is dead now because of you, you foolish little girl! You happy now?! The friend you loved so dearly, gone! All because of you!”

He smiled maniacally, a cruel happiness dawning on him as your body began to shake, tears flowing freely, shaking your head desperately.

“I didn’t poison her - you did. Mae is dead, and it’s your fault entirely.”

“N…No! I-it’s not my-!”

He grabbed you by the hair, making you cry out in pain, words cut short. Your bottom lip wobbled and the anguish gnawed at your innards. Mae? Dead? Because of you? She was innocent, one of the only people you could truly trust. Had you really?…

The revelation knocked all the fight out of you.

You slumped in the guards’ hold, the guilt weighing down on you. Utterly defeated, you simply cried, trails of tears and snot desecrating your face. Gesturing again, the emperor’s guards left you to fall to his feet, body racked with sobs. Your cheek burned against the cool marble, and all the energy that had been thrumming through your very nerves simply seeped from your body.

There was nothing left, just a shell of disaster as the Emperor’s hand entangled itself in your hair. Rather than pulling you up, he pushed you closer to the marble, relishing in the pained whimpers as the gash on your cheek reopened. Like the cruellest of jokes, he shushed you quietly, stroking you as if you were some sort of animal.

Perhaps you were, after what you did to Mae - after what you tried to do to him.

“You’ll return to your original quarters, with the rest of the maids.”

You froze, bristling as he continued to stroke your head, the attempted tenderness overshadowed by his sadistic tone.

“I will inform them of the… circumstances of Mae’s death, and you will suffer the consequences. You think they hated your preferential treatment before? Good luck now.”

Had it not been for his hand pinned to the floor, you would’ve shook your head at the thought.

Go back to normal? As if nothing happened? How could you live with yourself, knowing that Mae had died for your sins? What would the others do to you, especially after they had attempted to dissuade you from your cause? Warned you of the potential consequences?

“You will report to my chambers every night. Ensure you are clean and shaven. I wanted to make sure you came to me willingly, but after this little stunt I frankly do not give a fuck.”

Spitting in your hair, Emperor Kim wiped his hand on his robe in disgust, devoid of emotion as he stared down at you.

“I’m sick of pandering to a spoiled little bitch.”

Standing, Emperor Kim turned his back to you, walking to his throne and sitting down with a contented sigh. His smile had returned, yet it only made bile rise in your throat as you slowly sat up.

“Death should be your punishment, but I believe this one suits you best.”

Breathing onto his rings, he gave them a disinterested glance before shining them on his robe, smirking as he looked towards you.

“Oh, and I guess you can call me Hongjoong now. We will become increasingly acquainted under the cover of night, my darling.”

It was at this point, unable to take anymore, that you threw up, decorating the golden-flaked marble floors with your vomit.

He had stripped you bare, thrown you to the wolves and then reeled you back in, still eager to play with his toy.

Was this a fate worse than death?

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YOU HAVE SELECTED [SEONGH.WA] AND INPUT [FUGITIVE IN REGENCY ERA AU] AND [GOTHIC THRILLER] AND [YOU SAY I KILLED YOU - THEN HAUNT ME]

…

WARNING : A VIOLENCE BUG HAS BEEN DETECTED. DO TOU WISH TO PROCEED?

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[YES]

GENERATING YOUR SIMULATION…

The walls of the hut were covered in blood.

At least, you thought it was blood. After everything that happened, you weren’t quite sure what was real anymore. Even if you felt the urge to reach out, touch it, meld the blood between your fingers until it clotted, there was no way of knowing you were grasping the truth. After Seonghwa’s death, nothing seemed right. The world was dark, and slightly to the left; he liked things perfect, so without him there was no one to correct your carelessness. You are too quick, he used to say, you are gonna make a costly mistake one day.

If he was alive to tell you ‘I told you so’, he would be screaming it from the rooftops right now. Maybe he was, in the only way he could from beyond the grave.

You came to the conclusion that it was simply your mind playing tricks when the blood began to smear and swirl on the wooden walls of your hut. It was messy, and Seonghwa wasn’t messy. Pressing a finger into the liquid, you were surprised by its stringent texture, watching in concern as it stretched between a pinch of fingers. It was disgusting, and it wasn’t clean. Seonghwa-

But Seonghwa isn’t alive, so why was he always on your mind?

Sighing softly, you stuffed your dirty clothes into a basket and threw open the door of your shack, greeted with a crisp breeze. Even if you had given up almost everything you owned, there was nothing like waking up to the beauty of the world. It had grown colder as the end of the year drew close, so you no longer ventured outside at length, but it regardless functioned as a brief respite from your new abode.

You couldn’t venture to close to the city if you wanted to keep your newfound freedom.

It didn’t take long for you to pace down to the river cutting gently through the landscape. What was once fruitful and lush was barren and bleak, the majority of the flora and fauna retreating for the winter months. You shivered as you dropped the clothes into the water, carefully washing them of their dirt and grime. Luckily, the fire in your cottage wouldn’t keep your clothes damp and wet for long.

Blood swirled in the water as you scrubbed, and scrubbed, and scrubbed until your hands were raw. Your own blood then began to mingle with the clothes, and you felt dirty all over again. While the supernatural was not necessarily a concern to you, the ghost of your guilt weighed intensely on your shoulders, pushing them into an unladylike sag. Seonghwa hated when you weren’t all prim and proper - people who encountered you in the woods whispered of a crazy madwoman who had gone crazy after her husband’s death.

You hoped to meet her one day, she sounded lonely. You were lonely too, you could keep her company. If she wanted, that is. She probably wouldn’t like Seonghwa. Seonghwa wouldn’t like her either, judging by the way they describe her.

Finally finished with the clothes, you made your way back to the hut, huffing and puffing with the basket on your hip. Reaching the door, you flung it open and lugged your basket inside, tossing it at the foot of the fire. Satisfied, you rolled up your sleeves and began to hang them on the piece of string by the fireplace, ensuring they were secure and wouldn’t burn to a crisp.

You tried your damned hardest to ignore the writing on the wall, the phrase that had been neatly written over and over again until the entire space was filled with red. But that was hard to do when the blood began to pool at the bottom, slowly snaking its way along the floorboards towards you.

Just like when you had slit your husband’s throat, and left him to drown in his own blood, watching in manic glee.

You killed me. You killed me. You killed me. You killed me. You killed me. You killed me. You killed me. You killed me. You killed me.You killed me. You killed me. You killed me. You killed me. You killed me. You killed me. You killed me. You killed me.

Uneven, Seonghwa wouldn’t do that. Couldn’t. He… he hated mess, hated disorder, hated imperfection. He was dead, for fucks sake, he wasn’t doing this!

Filled with rage, you stomped to the table and grabbed Seonghwa by the shoulders, shaking him violently, screaming in his face as spittle sprayed.

“You said I killed you - then haunt me! But do it properly, not this half-assed bullshit! Face me like a real man!”

Of course, the skeleton didn’t reply. His head simply fell off and rolled in front of the fireplace. Stilling, the anger seeped through your body, extinguished by a wave of sorrow. You fell to your knees, crawling through the blood now flooding down the wall, crawling to your dearest love, picking him up, cradling him, wiping him clean. You kissed his shining temple, fingers trembling as they stroked his smooth cheek.

“Seonghwa, my darling, oh how I miss you so.”

Hoping to win his affection, you smiled widely at him, eyes wide with desperation. Your feral gaze was only met with the empty voids within his skull, gaping, eager to suck you in until you were simply a shell of who you were.

The eyes that had looked at you in disdain. The eyes that had wandered. The eyes that couldn’t hide his hatred. The eyes that had watered as he begged for forgiveness. The eyes that you had pulled out to keep in your pocket - to make sure his eyes were only on you.

“Am I still pretty, my sweetheart? Do you still love me? Are your eyes still only for me?”

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