#multiple chapters

You scoff as unconsciousness pulls at you.

You awake with a jolt. Artificial grass prickles at your skin as you take in your surroundings.

“Am i dead?” You mumble, looking around in shock. No hospital lights. No pain. No nothing. You’re about to stand up when you feel something around your waist. It tightens as it spins you around hard. A sharp hiss of pain slips out as you are turned to someone.

“Who are you, and how did you get in?” The voice sends a shiver down your spine, as you recognise it immediatly.

Sylus.

How could you not recognise him? You had spent everyday after work with him. Interacting with him in destiny cafe, praying for a day you might get to see him, even just for a second.

You stare at him blankly. How does one even explain this situation? Would he believe you? Why would he? Would you believe someone if they casually dropped that they were from a different universe?

Questions and answers course through your mind till you feel his evol tightening even more.

“I said, who are you, and how did you get in?” His voice was sharp and menacing. His eyes glowing a dark crimson, as the wind softly swayed his hair. He truly looked divine, even when shooting daggers at you with his gaze.

“I-i don’t know how i got here. One moment i was on my way home from work, and now i’m here.” You confess, fear tugging at your heartstrings. You had seen him on your phone screen countless of times, but absolutely nothing could have prepared you for how breathtaking this man was in real life.

His eyes narrowed as a mocking grin spread across his face.

“Right, i’m supposed to believe you just ‘happened’ to land in the most tightly secured backyard of the whole N109 zone.” He scoffed. His eyes roamed your body, his eyebrow slightly tilting as if contemplating. You didn’t look fit enough to pull off a stunt like this. Cuz ur not.

“Trust me, don’t you have camera’s here?” You plead, his evol still tight around your waist. You feel it prickling, almost like electricity. Uncomfortable.

He raises an eyebrow.

The twins emerge from behind him, and even with their masks on, you can feel their curiosity radiate off of every inch of them.

Without a word he steps in the house, with you still tightly bound in his evol. He gracefully steps into his office as he places you not so gently into a chair.

“I’m not really in the mood for ‘games’ right now, so i do truly hope you’re telling me the truth.” He cocks his brow at you as he settles into his chair. You can’t help but be mesmerised by the absolute power and control he radiates just from sitting down.

He knows what he’s doing. Always. Even the smallest things are thought out before they can happen. You look at his face as he checks the footage, and to his surprise which he manages to hide very quickly, you were telling the truth. One moment the backyard looks peaceful, unperturbed, and the next, you’re there. It happens in the blink of an eye. No lights, no fireworks, nothing. Just sudden existence.

He looks at you, almost through you as he contemplates.

"It seems like you were telling the truth, kitten" The way he enunciates the word kitten sends goosebumps flying over your arms. The timbre in his low voice echoes through his office. How on earth were you going to survive this?

"I told you, i mean, who would be foolish enough to break into your territory?" You all but scoff. It's true though. Breaking into his lair, which in and off itself is impossible, would be a death sentence. Sylus was soft and mellow with MC in the game, but he never extended his kindness to anyone else.

It's a war in your head. At least your innocence is proven, but what about the rest? With nowhere to stay, how were you going to convince big bad boss man to keep you alive long enough to look for a way back. Could you even go back? Are you dead in your world?

His voice snaps you out of the war going on in your head.

"Explain"

"Huh?" You look at him sheepishly.

"Explain how you ended up in my backyard. I don't sense that you have an evol, or, anything for that matter, so how on earth did you get here?" His eye softly glows in the dim office. His features sharp, as the moon accentuates every line. Divine.

"Like i said, i was on my way home from work when-" The thought of the truck stops you dead in your tracks. The feeling of your bones crushing and consiousness fading still lingering beneath your flesh.

"When i got in an 'accident', i guess." Your voice got softer with each passing word. It was hard to make sense of what was happening. Though it was a literal answered prayer to be face to face with Sylus, the circumstances were far from ideal.

"Accident?" You could hear the amusement in his tone, he was intrigued. However, the thought of going into the details made you want to throw up, so you decide to change the subject.

"Could i stay here?" You blurt out the question, wincing at the lack of thought. All you could think about was needing a place to stay, but you didn't mean to throw it out there so haphazardly.

He raises his eyebrow, a small smirk appears, so small anyone would have missed it. But not you. You have spent so much time with him, he basically felt like you knew him better then yourself.

"Hmm? Bold aren't we, kitten?" All you can do is stare at him, what else are you supposed to do? You were literally throwing yourself in the dragons lions den.

"Here's an idea, you can work for me, i'll give you a spare bedroom in the eastern wing, close to the twins. If i do manage to find anything on you though, you can count your days."

Your mouth is agape. It's that easy? Suspicion creeps up, how could it not? You knew Sylus, and you also knew you were not MC. What was in this for him? But you were bone dead tired. This whole ordeal had sucked every last ounce out of you, and against better judgement, you nod in agreement.

He smirks.

The sight of him looking all pleased sends a shiver down your spine. Excitement? Fear? Both? Who knows. All you knew, was that you were going to do everything you could to prove your worth.

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You only agreed to room with Seungmin because he was “safe.”

Smart, sarcastic, emotionally unavailable—your mutual friend described him as a “walking beige wall with a killer jawline.”

“Don’t worry,” she had said, half-drunk off margaritas. “He’s not a flirter. He’s annoyingly responsible. You’ll forget he’s even a guy.”

Lies. All of them.

Because three weeks into living with him, you knew exactly what kind of danger you’d signed up for.

The annoyingly responsible part? Sure. Seungmin was neat, polite, cooked his own meals, paid rent on time.

But the rest? Not so much.

He walked around shirtless in the mornings, hair messy, coffee mug in hand, muttering sleepy curses under his breath. He had a laugh that made your stomach flutter, and an ability to make you feel seen in moments that had no business feeling intimate.

Worst of all?

The rules.

“We don’t hook up with roommates. Ever.” That was the first thing he said the day you moved in.

You’d nodded like it was no big deal.

But then he smiled at you—half-smirk, half-dare—and you felt something twist inside you.

And now? Now it’s month two, and you’re biting your lip every time he leans over the couch, every time he lets out a breathy laugh too close to your ear, every time he says your name like it means something.

You haven’t touched. Haven’t flirted. Haven’t even looked at each other for too long.

But every day, the air between you grows heavier.

And you don’t know how much longer either of you can pretend.

_

Game night was supposed to be a distraction.

Jisung brought beer, Minho brought snacks, and you brought your best attempt at pretending your very hot, very frustrating roommate didn’t make your pulse race every time he walked past you shirtless.

Which, tonight, he did. Twice. With zero shame.

You were curled into the corner of the couch, oversized hoodie covering your legs, pretending not to watch him stretch as he grabbed a drink from the fridge. You weren’t even into him, but the way that hoodie lifted just enough to show the waistband of his sweats?

Criminal.

“Truth or dare,” Jisung says, snapping you back. “Come on, Y/N. Don’t be lame.”

You glance around. The circle’s cozy—dim lights, soft music in the background, snacks half-eaten, everyone tipsy enough to let their guards down. Seungmin’s sitting on the floor, right across from you, one arm lazily thrown over the back of the couch, eyes on you like he already knows what you’ll choose.

“Truth,” you say.

“Lame,” Jisung groans. “Okay. Who in this room would you sleep with?”

The question hits like a slap. You freeze. The room goes still, laughter dying down like someone turned the volume off.

You could lie. Make a joke. Say Minho and watch him roll his eyes.

But you look at Seungmin—just for a second too long. He blinks, then looks away, jaw tense.

You clear your throat. “Pass.”

“Pass?” Minho snorts. “Weak.”

“Fine,” you say, grabbing a beer. “Dare next round.”

Jisung grins. “Say less.”

Thirty minutes later, the mood is looser again. Someone dared Minho to do a sexy dance, which traumatized everyone in the best way. Seungmin’s been suspiciously quiet, but you chalk it up to competitiveness—he always got weird when he wasn’t winning.

“Your turn,” Jisung says, pointing to you. “Truth or dare.”

You hesitate. Seungmin’s still watching you, beer in hand, eyes a little darker now. There’s a glint in them—sharp and unreadable.

You want to flinch away from it. But you don’t.

“Dare.”

Minho smirks. “I dare you… to sit on Seungmin’s lap for a full minute.”

The room hollers.

You freeze.

Seungmin doesn’t move. He raises an eyebrow at you, calm as ever, but there’s tension in the way his hand curls around his bottle. He’s daring you to say no. To back down.

So you don’t.

“Fine,” you say. You get up slowly, your heartbeat louder than the music now. Cross the floor. Sit.

His thighs are warm, solid beneath you. Your hands rest on your knees, trying to be casual, but he’s not making it easy. One of his hands settles on your waist—just to steady you, you tell yourself—but it lingers.

You feel every breath he takes. His voice is low when he leans in.

“You don’t have to prove anything,” he murmurs.

“I’m not.”

His hand flexes slightly. “You sure?”

You nod.

He laughs, soft and breathy, like he’s losing patience. “You don’t get it, do you?”

“Get what?”

He doesn’t answer. The minute ends.

You stand. The game moves on. But when you sit back down, you can still feel the heat of him on your skin.

Later that night, you pass each other in the hallway. Your fingers brush. You both pause.

Neither of you says a word.

But the rule you swore you’d follow? It’s already starting to break.

_

It starts with rain.

Not the romantic, slow kind—but loud, unrelenting thunder that shakes the windows. You’re curled up on the couch with a blanket and some half-forgotten show playing in the background. You don’t even remember how long Seungmin’s been sitting beside you.

Close, but not too close. As usual.

You’re both quiet. Like something might break if either of you speaks.

"Storm’s bad tonight," you say softly.

He hums in agreement, eyes on the screen—but not watching.

You should move. Say goodnight. Go to your room and sleep off the weird energy that’s been building since lap-gate at game night.

But you don’t.

Instead, you risk it.

“Can I ask you something?” you murmur.

Seungmin glances over, cautious. “Yeah.”

“That night,” you start. Your voice dips. “You looked at me like… like you wanted something.”

His throat bobs with a swallow. He shifts slightly, but doesn’t pull away. “You were on my lap,” he says, tone flat—but his eyes? Not cold at all. “Hard not to look.”

You bite your lip. “You know what I mean.”

He sighs. Runs a hand through his hair. “Yeah,” he admits. “I know.”

Silence stretches between you, thick and loaded.

“Did you want to kiss me?” you ask, barely above a whisper.

His eyes snap to yours.

He looks at you—really looks—and something in him cracks.

“I always want to kiss you.”

Your breath catches. He leans forward, slowly, cautiously, like he's giving you every chance to run.

You don’t.

His face is inches from yours. You can feel the warmth of his breath, see the flicker of hesitation behind his gaze.

But then—right when your lips are about to touch—he stops.

“Shit,” he mutters, pulling back like it hurts. “We can’t.”

You blink, dazed. “Why not?”

“Because the second I kiss you,” he says quietly, “I won’t stop.”

You stare at him, heart pounding. “And that’s a bad thing?”

“Yes,” he says. “Because you’re my roommate. And I’m not stupid enough to think this wouldn’t ruin everything.”

You want to argue. Scream. Ask why he didn’t stop looking at you like that every time you walked into a room. But instead, you nod.

Because you get it.

Because you feel it too.

You stand, the blanket falling from your shoulders. “Goodnight, Seungmin.”

He watches you walk away—but doesn’t say anything.

Behind your closed door, you lean against the wall and exhale, chest tight, lips aching with the ghost of a kiss that never happened.

But the rule?

It’s not just bending anymore. It’s fracturing.

_

You weren’t trying to make a statement.

You’d just forgotten to grab your clothes before showering. A simple mistake. One that shouldn’t mean anything.

But now you’re standing in the hallway in a towel—damp skin, flushed cheeks, hair dripping—and of course, he’s there.

Seungmin looks up from the fridge like someone just punched him in the chest.

You freeze.

So does he.

It’s the kind of silence that hums—too loud, too charged, too full of everything you’ve both been refusing to say.

He blinks. Once. Twice.

“You—uh—forgot your clothes?” he asks, voice slightly rougher than usual.

You nod. “Didn’t think you’d be out here.”

“Right.”

His eyes trail down your body before he can stop himself. He catches it. Forces his gaze back to the orange juice like it’s the most fascinating thing in the universe.

But it’s too late. You saw it—the flicker of raw want.

And maybe you’re not entirely innocent either. Maybe you stand a little straighter. Tilt your head. Say:

“You walked around shirtless for two months and expected me to not return the favor?”

His eyes cut to you—sharper now. Darker.

“You walked around like that on purpose?” he says quietly.

You cross your arms, your towel tightening with the movement. “And what if I did?”

A pause.

He shuts the fridge without looking. Sets the juice down too hard. Walks toward you slowly, like he’s crossing a line he already knows he won’t come back from.

He stops in front of you, close enough that the heat of his body fogs up your already-overheated skin.

“Then I guess I have to show you what that does to me.”

Your breath catches.

And he does—slowly.

His fingers brush your jaw, featherlight. His touch drifts down your throat, then pauses at the knot of your towel, like he’s giving you time to stop him.

You don’t.

“Do you want me to?” he asks. Voice low. Dead serious.

You nod.

That’s all it takes.

The towel’s gone in seconds. You gasp—more from the rush of finally than from the chill. His hands are everywhere at once—hot, hungry, controlled but barely. One at your waist, the other gripping your hip like he needs the anchor or he’ll lose it.

He crowds you against the hallway wall. “You don’t get it,” he murmurs, lips ghosting over your ear. “Every night, I hear you moving around. Smell your perfume. Watch you steal my hoodies and pretend it’s innocent.”

You gasp as his mouth brushes your neck. He bites down—light, teasing—and your knees go weak.

“Been walking around this apartment like a test I wasn’t supposed to pass,” he growls.

“Then fail,” you whisper. “Go ahead.”

He does.

His hand slips between your legs. No teasing this time. Just purpose. Pressure. And oh god—

You moan his name without thinking. He hisses. “Say that again.”

“Seungmin,” you gasp.

“Fuck,” he growls, dragging his mouth down your collarbone, your chest. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

But you do. Because your head is spinning, your body is buzzing, and the rule?

It’s not just broken.

It’s obliterated.

His hand slides between your thighs—warm, confident, maddeningly slow.

You gasp, body already hypersensitive from the way he pinned you against the wall like you belonged there. And maybe, tonight, you do.

“Still acting like this is innocent?” he mutters, voice rough against your neck as his fingers trace a line up your inner thigh, stopping just shy of where you need him.

You whimper. “No.”

“That’s what I thought.”

He leans in, mouth brushing yours—but he doesn’t kiss you. Not yet. He’s torturing you, hovering so close you can feel every word against your lips.

“You’ve been driving me insane,” he murmurs, dragging his fingers slowly through your folds now—just enough to make you gasp, not enough to give relief. “Wearing those little sleep shorts. Moaning through the walls when you’re dreaming. Or pretending to sleep.”

You open your mouth to speak—to deny it maybe—but his thumb circles your clit and your brain goes static.

“Oh—fuck, Seungmin.”

He hums, pleased. “There’s my name again.”

He presses his fingers in—slow, deliberate. Two, deep, filling. Your back arches against the wall, and he uses his free hand to steady your hips as he curls just right.

Your fingers dig into his shoulders. His hoodie still clings to him, and you realize—he’s fully dressed. You’re bare. Exposed. Completely his.

And he knows it.

“You’re shaking,” he says lowly, eyes devouring you.

“I’m—” You suck in a breath. “Not used to this.”

He stills. His voice softens just a little. “You want me to stop?”

Your hand grabs his wrist. “Don’t you dare.”

That earns a wicked grin. “Good.”

His mouth finally crashes into yours.

It’s not sweet. It’s not patient.

It’s weeks of tension, jealousy, frustration, late-night fantasizing finally breaking loose all at once.

You moan into him and he groans low in his throat, fingers thrusting faster now, hips pressing you harder into the wall like he needs to keep you pinned there or you’ll both fly apart.

He pulls back, lips kiss-swollen. “Say it again.”

“Say what?”

“My name. Like you said it before.”

“Seungmin,” you whisper, breathless.

He growls—and you swear you feel him tremble at the sound.

Then his fingers curl just right, and the pleasure builds so fast your knees give out, body shuddering as you come undone in his hands, against his chest, with his name on your lips and his breath hot against your skin.

He catches you when you sag, presses a soft kiss to your temple.

“Still think the rule was a good idea?” he mutters.

You laugh, dazed. “Fuck the rule.”

Y/Ns life had never been all rainbows and butterflies. Happiness proved to be difficult with unsupportive parents, always snickering behind her back, calling her old fashioned. She didn't know that her passion for antiques and history would result in her mom and dad letting her fend for herself. They wanted her to become a lawyer, a doctor, or even a boring accountant. Everything else was acceptable, but being into history and ancient cups, as they call them, wasn't. As soon as she turned sixteen she started working odd jobs, gathering enough money over ten years time, to be able to hold the key to her own little antique shop.

Staring at the tiny object in her hand, she couldn't believe how far she had gotten. Her parents were out of the picture as soon as she moved out, and she hasn't spoken to them in over five years. Not that she missed them, but it would be nice to rub it in their faces. They were so sure she would fail, end up working as a waitress, and beg them to help her out.

"You see me now, mom and dad?"

She knew she was speaking to herself, but it felt liberating saying it out loud.

With a sigh, she the put the key in and unlocked her own little safe heaven. The shop smelled faintly of vanilla and lavander, a combination Y/N adored.

The shop was just how she envisioned it when she was little. Deep brown wooden tables and shelves, beige walls with gold accents, unique lamps lighting the space up. They gave the room a certain glow, almost as if it was magical. She displayed the bigger pieces up in the window, other trinkets decorating the tables and cabinets. There was also one section where you could read the old scripts, enjoying a warm cup of tea from the vast selection she had lined up. The place was perfect.

She went around the front desk, grabbing a pair of scissors. There was one more box she had to open, and she knew what was inside. Her most prized possessions in the shop.

When she opened the lid, her breath got caught in her throat. The two rings were remarkable. With matching diamonds around the band, engraved along the inside with the same word - Fate.

They looked old, but not worn out. Whoever had them previously took good care of them. She almost felt bad about taking ahold of them, but the opportunity had been too good to pass up. She went to Italy in the spring, to a small town along the coast. When she entered the shop, it was almost as if she was drawn to the display box. There was a sizable dent in her savings after the purchase, but her happiness could be sensed from a mile away.

"Now where to put the two of you?"

Y/N wasn't sure if she ever wanted to sell them. It almost seemed wrong of her to do so. For now, they could sit in a glass box on her counter, open for her customers to enjoy. Satisfied with her decision, she left them there, moving along with her tasks for the day. She failed to notice the engraved words lighting up, almost as if giving a signal.

The day went by fast after that, exhaustion taking over her body. The official opening was tomorrow, and she couldn't wait. Now was the time to rest, so she quickly locked up, admiring her little shop for a second.

Lost in thought, she didn't feel the two piercing red orbs glaring at her from a distance.

The man watched the unsuspecting young woman, almost in shock with how beautiful she looked. However, no matter how much he wanted to sit and admire, he was on a mission. His husband will be overjoyed with the fact that he had finally found what they'd been looking for all these years. Soon, their rings will be where they belong, and they might even get a decent meal out of it.

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"Thank you for your purchase! I hope that lamp fits right in with your living room. Hope to see you again!"

You wave at the woman and her young daughter, both with smiles on their faces. Today has been going amazing. It's been a couple of hours, and people were intrigued with your little shop.

After saying your goodbyes, you were left alone again. It gave you a moment to breathe, and just let it all in. You look over at the rings, twinkling in the sunlight. All day you've been glancing at them, almost as if they gave you energy. After sleeping on it, you decided that you were going to keep them.

You tap on the glass, a smile on your face. You were about to sit down, drink your cold tea, and enjoy some peace and quiet. The universe had other plans, and you heard the bell on your door go off. When you looked up, your eyes went wide.

The most beautiful man you've ever seen in your life just walked in. He was of short statue, but you could tell he was well built. His suite looked like it cost a fortune, but it wasn't one of those modern ones people wore nowadays. He fit right in with your shop.

"Hello there." The man's voice was smooth like honey. It took you a second to gather yourself, but you managed to pull it off.

"Oh! Hi! Welcome."

"Lovely little display you have there, I couldn't help but go inside."

You felt a sense of pride overflowing you. You managed to impress this ethereal man.

"Thank you. Today is opening day. Would you like to look around? Anything in particular that interests you?"

The man took a couple of steps towards you, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Well... I am into fashion, and I hope you have some pieces that would compliment my wardrobe. I am a bit old fashioned as well."

A man who loves jewelry? Interesting.

"I think I can find something for you. I have a few boxes in the back, let me grab them real quick."

You stepped over the counter, leaving the man alone. It gave you a moment to collect yourself. Your hands were shaking, and you couldn't believe the effect he had on you. You located the two boxes containing many pieces of jewelry, hoping some of them would please him.

"Here I am! You can take your time sifting through, it's..."

It seemed like he found what he was looking for, because your two precious rings were in his hand, face void of emotion.

"Sorry, those aren't for sale."

"Where did you get them?"

You were a bit confused.

"That doesn't concern you. Please, put them back."

The energy in the room shifted. His expression became stern, the two rings now trapped in his fist.

"Yes, it does. Where did you get them? Or better yet, how did you steal them?"

You gasped, placing the boxes on a nearby cupboard.

"Excuse you! I do not steal! I bought them completely legally! Now - Put them back or I'm calling the police."

He chuckled, rolling his shoulders in an almost threatening manner. You were starting to feel a bit scared.

"Listen up doll. These rings don't belong to you. It's best if you let me leave with them, and nobody gets hurt."

Now you were starting to get angry. Was he trying to intimidate you? He looked like he had a lot of money, he could easily buy any ring he wanted. With a huff you matched up to him, now almost face to face. He was taller than you, even though he didn't look like it from afar.

"No, you listen. The rings are not for sale. Get out before I make you. I am not giving them to you."

Nothing could have prepared you for the laugh he let out. It was like something from your deepest nightmares. It almost made you cower, but you stood your ground.

"Fiery, are we? Now, if they weren't so impornt to me, I'd easily punish you for your attitude. However, if I lose you, I lose them. I'm giving you until tomorrow night to willingly hand them over. After that, I'm changing the game, and you won't like it. Sleep on it, doll."

With that, leaving you more confused than ever, he put the rings back into the box, turned around, and stormed out.

"What the fuck?" Your heart was pounding, but you were relieved he was out. His words rang through your head, and you hoped he was bluffing. People tend to be crazy these days.

With a heavy sigh, you ajusted the rings back how they were and sat behind the counter. The day started amazing, but now you just wanted it to be over.

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That witch. Hongjoong was furious. He shouldn't have trusted Wooyoung back in the day, now he would have such a hard time getting his rings back. Wooyoung was a powerful warlock, and he put a spell that made it impossible to take the rings without permission from their current owner. Hongjoong and Seonghwa were amazed by it, but they never expected to have them stolen when they went to fix the diamonds. They willingly gave them away, trusting the person to take good care of them, only to be disappointed when they realised what had happened.

Two centuries later, their search was finally over. Hongjoong wanted to surprise his husband, who couldn't get over their loss this whole time.

The little shopkeeper was a tough nut to crack, and Hongjoong's temper got the best of him. Now he might as well have lost the only chance of getting them back.

He had to admit, the girl was a beauty. Her unique looks made his dead heart skip an imaginative beat. That hasn't happened since he met Seonghwa, and a long time has passed since then. He had to put the confusing feelings aside because he had a more important task at hand - the rings.

One thing he loved about his husband was his perceptiveness. He could read anyone like an open book, and it came in hand when needed. Now was not the time for that.

"Where have you been sneaking off to these past few days?"

"Welcome home love! Oh it's good to be home, thank you!"

Seonghwa frowned and crossed his arms.

"Very funny Hongjoong. Now, spill it."

"I haven't been sneaking off anywhere. You know I like exploring in my free time." Seonghwa's eyes almost popped out of his head in shock.

"You? Explore? When have you ever done that? Apart from when I drag you around?"

"Have you no faith in me? Things change you know!"

His husband scoffed this time.

"Yeah, you've been the same for about five centuries, but go on. I didn't know we were keeping things from each other now." With that, he turned around and practically stomped up the stairs into their bedroom. The click of his slight heels echoed in their mansion, and Hongjoong sighed.

"Hwa, wait up!" He rushed after him, hoping he could set things straight.

His husband was a delight to be around, but his grumpy side could be unbearable. Hongjoong slowly opened their bedroom door and watched as the love of his life gazed out the window. His shoulders were tense, hair falling out of the otherwise pristine ponytail.

"Listen, love. I... I did something. I promise it's nothing bad!" He could hear him sigh.

"What? What could possibly be so important that you lie to me for days?"

"I found them, Hwa. I found our rings."

There was a crack echoing through the room as Seonghwa gripped the windowsill. He turned around and quickly walked up to Hongjoong.

"You what? Please don't joke around with this!"

"I'm not joking! I found them!"

Seonghwa looked him up and down, grabbing his hands.

"So? Where are they?"

"Well..." With s crestfalled look, Hongjoong went on to explain how it all played out at the shop. He didn't expect to get a smack to his head, though.

"You idiot! This is why you don't do things without me! How on earth are we going to get them back now? Cursed be that Wooyoung, I hate witches!"

Seonghwa was in complete distress. After all, the rings were a gift from his mother, and they held an even deeper meaning because of that.

"I'm sorry, I know! But we can come up with a plan! She hasn't seen you yet, maybe you can try?"

"Yeah, because two men going in for the exact same thing wouldn't be suspicious? Think about it!"

"I know... I'm so sorry."

Seonghwa sighed, completely worn out by the emotional rollercoaster. What intrigued him was the look on his husband's face. It seemed like that wasn't the end of the story.

"Spill, Hongjoong. What is it?"

The guilty man held onto his hands and cleared his throat.

"She... I can't explain it. You have to go see her. I was... Nervous. You know I love you, you know we never question our loyalty to each other. But this was different. You just have to go and see for yourself. The rings... They were shining Hwa."

Seonghwa's eyes widened. The rings were connected to him and his husband, and they could recognize their bond instantly. Seonghwa wasn't there, so what did they sense?

Who was this mistery girl?

"I think you're right Joong. It's time for me to step in. You did good love, don't worry."

Neither of them could rest easily that night, even after going out to hunt for their dinner. They only did that when they were extremely emotionally agitated. Hongjoong couldn't stop thinking about the woman, and Seonghwa felt uneasy. He would just have to see for himself tomorrow.

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"And then he had the audacity to threaten me! Can you believe it Sangie?"

Your best friend gasped while perched on the counter, watching as you stormed through your shop, dusting away.

"Wow. What an asshole. He better not show his face around here again."

You laughed, turning around to look at him.

"You sound so weird. Anyway, I really hope he was just bluffing. It's a shame, he was handsome."

"It's been a while since you've had a boyfriend. Or a good fuck for that matter. It really is a shame."

"You know you amaze me sometimes?" He chuckled, jumping from the counter and coming towards you.

Yeosang has been your friend since you were about 10 years old. You were both shy, but somehow naturally gravitated towards eachother. Some would even say you were meant to be, but you always emphasized 'as friends'. His boyfriend Wooyoung would agree. They were an odd pair, but you loved hearing about their relationship.

It was fairly new, and you've yet to meet his boyfriend, but you could tell they were in love.

Yeosang patted you on the head before stroking your cheek.

"I know I do. But honestly, I hate seeing you alone. Now that Wooyoung is finally back from his trip I won't be around as much." Your eyes softened.

"Oh Sangie. Don't you worry, I'm a big girl. I love seeing you happy." He hugged you, and you closed your eyes as he stroked your hair. You were too comfortable to hear the bell on your door, again.

"Oh, I apologize. Am I interrupting something?"

Your eyes flew open, and you must have done something admirable for the universe to send two handsome men your way in two days time.

His blonde hair was tied in a half ponytail, his suit jacket embellished with glistening stones. His broad shoulders popped out when he crossed his hands behind his back. He looked regal.

You quickly detangled yourself from Yeosang, the both of you blushing.

"Sorry about that. Hello! How can I help you?" Your feet took you over to your counter, and Yeosang took a seat on one of the sofas, leaving you to tend to your business.

"Well... You see, you met my husband yesterday."

Husband?

"Oh, I... I've met a lot of people yesterday. Did he purchase something you'd like to return?"

He shook his head, a frown appearing on his pretty face.

"No, actually he didn't buy anything. I'm positive he was the only horrible customer you've had, and I deeply apologize for that. He can be quite rude when he sets his mind on something."

Oh.

It clicked.

He was talking about that man. How on earth were they both so ridiculously attractive?

You could almost sense what we was going to say next. His eyes went over to your counter top, almost freezing in his place when he spotted the rings.

"Can I... Can I please look at them? I promise, no funny business. I just... Please?"

You were in a tough place. On one hand, he was extremely polite, a big contrast from his husband. On the other, you did not want to get into another arguement over the same thing.

With a sigh, you reached for the box.

"You can look. But just to be clear, they are not for sale."

He nodded, his eyes gazing into yours so intensely you almost melted on the spot.

You slowly put the rings into his open palm, and you both shivered as your fingers touched. He was cold, almost freezing.

Seonghwa couldn't believe his eyes. They were finally back.

"I must say... The haven't lost their sparkle even after all this time."

You were confused.

"What do you mean by that?"

The man sighed before politely returning the rings into your open palm. With a pained expression he took a deep breath.

"Just to be clear, there is nothing I can do to convince you to sell them?"

You knew this was coming, but you tried to hide your disappointment.

"As I said to your husband, the rings are not for sale. I'm sorry, but I can't fathom why you'd want them do much. You can buy new rings anywhere you want."

Seonghwa glanced at the man behind him, sensing his gaze. He was looking out for the girl, and he almost felt uneasy about that. Who was he to her? Why were they locked in such a tight embrace?

"We don't want new rings. We..." He stopped suddenly, pinching his nose, eyes tightly shut.

"Oh for the love of God, I told him to wait in the car."

You frowned, but it soon all made sense when the man from yesterday entered your store.

"Sorry love, but you know I'm impatient. Did you get them?"

"No, Hongjoong, I didn't. And now I might as well give up."

Yeosang was now up from his seat, making his way over to you. Your starstruck expression made him worry.

"Listen fellas, I think she made herself clear. This is getting ridiculous."

Both men now frowned, and they stiffened when Yeosang put his arm around your waist. Seonghwa glanced at Hongjoong, and they could understand each other immediately. Something was up, and you had a greater impact than they could've anticipated.

Suddenly, you let out a gasp. The heat in your palm was getting unbearable, and when you opened it, you couldn't believe your eyes.

The rings were... Glowing.

"What the hell?" You were about to drop them when another palm gripped yours. Seonghwa made sure to be gentle, because he knew you were scared.

Yeosang took a step back, not knowing what to do.

"You see why we are so insistent? These rings mean too much to us. It would be best if you returned them."

Your eyes widened, and you glanced between the two men in front of you. Their expressions were gentle, almost pleading.

With a sad smile, you out the two rings into the blonde man's palm, clearing your throat.

"I don't know what that was, and I'm not sure I want to. There is clearly something wrong with all of this, but... Here you go. They are yours. Please, leave now, and don't come back."

Hongjoong gasped. "Don't come back? But we..." "Enough now, love. We don't want to make the pretty lady uncomfortable. Thank you, truly. You don't know how much this means to us." Seonghwa was quick to shut him up, putting the rings into his suit pocket. He grabbed Hongjoong by the hand, pulling him towards the exit.

Both men glanced back at you, feeling uneasy about Yeosang being too close, again. Your sad expression was painful to watch, and it was their fault.

Hongjoong tightened his hold on Seonghwa before clearing his throat.

"We will find a way to make this up to you. Thank you, again. We wish you the best."

You nodded, head hanging low. You couldn't watch them as they went out, the sound of the bell was the only indicator they were gone.

With teary eyes, you held onto Yeosang.

"Oh Y/N... I'm sorry."

"It's fine... I really loved those rings, you know."

"I know sweetie. But honestly, don't you think it was odd how they... Twinkled?"

You nodded, glancing at your empty palm were your most prized possessions sat only moments ago.

"It sure was..."

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The ride to their mansion was silent. The rings now sat on their fingers, diamonds glistening in the sunlight.

Hongjoong gripped the steering wheel before glancing at his husband. He swallowed nervously.

"So... What do you think?"

Seonghwa looked at his ring.

"I... I don't know. It was odd. Almost as if..." He looked at Hongjoong, afraid of what he wanted to say.

"You touched her Hwa, you know what you felt. Don't hold back, say it."

"There was a spark. I always feel it when I touch you. It was light, barely there, but I know it." To prove his point, he took his husband's hand, lacing their fingers.

"You feel that Hongjoong? It hasn't gone away since we've met. Now I felt it with her. What are we going to do? She's human for God's sake! And we scared her!"

Hongjoong tightened his hold on Seonghwa's hand.

"Calm down love. We'll take it easy. If we are both sure there is something there, we have to be careful. Let's give it a couple of days, and then make a plan. I have to be honest, with that boy next to her, I almost lost it."

Seonghwa chuckled. "Oh, I know how possessive you can get. You held back today."

"Well imagine me scaring her even more with an outburst. I have to be careful."

The men looked at each other and smiled. The most important thing were the rings, and now they had them back. However, the lingering feelings towards the pretty girl were confusing their minds. They thought they would finally be able to rest, but life had another thing coming for them.

The just hope they will be able to make her like them.

Hey loves! This is the first part of the series, and I hope you like it! I decided to make it a multiple chapter fic, because putting it all in one imagine seemed too much. Stay tuned for the next chapter to see how out vampire couple try to impress their new obsession.

Lots of love, X

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