#shinee x reader

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"I've been walking around for hours now and I'm still lost."

You huffed, your sense of direction in a new place wasn't the best and the pamphlet Designer Key had given you wasn't helping at all. Not to mention you could feel a headache coming on from the amount of bright lights and colors that were invading your eyes from the look of the place.

The train had dropped you off in what looked like a mall covered head to toe in Frutiger Aero and as pretty as it was, it almost made you miss the bland off white walls of your apartment.

At least there you could get some peace and quiet...

You eventually just sat down at one of food courts with your head in your hands, you had barely gotten time to get adjusted to the new change in environment and had already, ran for your life, got drugged and then went through hours of outfit changes before being sent on your way to a maze of shops, entertainment, and food courts.

You were exhausted, and the mouthwatering smell of Pizza, Chinese food, Korean BBQ, and burgers was not helping the headache.

"Excuse me, are you lost?"

You looked up, your eyes slightly blurry from the light and other things.

There stood a girl who looked about your age wearing what looked like a mix of white and pink, if you had to guess maybe a more casual y2k aesthetic. Like the stuff from those 2000s magazines of comfortable outfits that somehow cost more than your entire wardrobe.

"Yeah." You sniffled, your movements sluggish and heavy as you sat up from your almost emotional breakdown.

"Would you like for me to escort you to where you need to go."

You thought for a moment, although you'e been taught to never follow strangers you were terrible at directions and worse at asking people for help, anxiety and all,so it wouldn't help to get a little help.

"Yeah please, if that's okay?"

"Of course, come follow me."

You nodded and got up, walking slightly behind her as she wanted about the certain districts in the mall and where to go for certain things like where to shop for certain aesthetics or designs.

"And then this is the section where most first-timers go since it's the easiest to navigate and get through, although some of the longer guests still go here as well, so if you need to ask anyone for help i'm sure you could find someone. Did you eat?"

You looked up, at some point you had spaced out and missed most of what she said, the word eat had caught your attention.

"Huh, oh I didn't"

She nodded, her hands moving as she spoke emphasizing her words.

"Then lets get you some food, and then we'll continue the tour okay?"

You nodded in response, quickly following behind her practically feeling your stomach rumble from the smell alone. You hadn't noticed just how hungry you were until you were in eyesight of the food being served.

"Get whatever you want, i'll pay."

You glanced at her, guilt eating at your conciseness.

"Are you sure?

She nodded smiling, already giving her arm to the worker which surprisingly looked nothing like Key, but was instead clearly a robot made to look like the usual staff workers you'd find at your average mall.

"Of course, I'm the one giving the tour besides I was planning on getting something to eat anyway."

You stood there staring at the food on display, you would've felt bad about using this strangers money if it wasn't for the constant ache in your stomach and pounding in the back of your head begging for sustenance. You decided to get something filling but not messy since you didn't want to ruin the new clothes Designer Key had given you, the complete opposite of her since she got probably the most greasy and filling food there, Loaded fries and a shake. The two of you sat down on one of the court tables nearby and dug into your food, the flavors were impeccable especially on an empty stomach and after that poison disguised as a drink that Bartender Key gave you.

"It's good right?" she beamed, cheeks stuffed with fries, cheese and other sauces.

"Mhm," Is all you could muster after harfing down half the meal in front of you.

"I don't know what it is they put in this stuff, but I need like ten of em." she muffled, you two spent the rest of the meantime eating in delighted silence until you stomachs were full and plates clean.

"So, where you from." She asks in passing, getting comfortable in her seat as she waited for the food to settle.

"America, you?"

The girl smiles softly, "Lebanon" she answers with pride clasping her hands together.

"Cool," You nodded before adding, "How long have you been here?"

She thinks for a moment, doing the math in her head. "Well, this is my third time here. Last time it was two weeks and now it's been about a month." The girl remarked with a sheepish smile.

Your eyes nearly popped out of your skull, you couldn't imagine staying away from for that long let alone in a completely unknown world where time moves differently and requires your dreams to stay in power and it seemed like she could see your thoughts as she followed it up with a rapid yet playful.

"I know, i know but listen if it were anywhere else I wouldn't do it, I couldn't stay for that long y'know but," She started holding in laughter before adding, "I barely get to see any of my favorite Kpop groups in person especially shinee but this makes it easy. Even if it's not real and practically a dream, it's still fun and I get to relax from everyday stuff y'know."

You could understand that, being in America already makes it hard to afford tickets to even one show that you couldn't even begin to imagine what it was like in other countries that barely was mentioned in world tour schedules. It was easy to get lost in all the opportunities this place offered, meeting your favorite idol, talking to them, becoming friends, maybe more. That sounded insane but it was real, here at least, and that's what scared you about this place because nothing that good comes without a price.

"I do plan on going home after two more weeks," she mentioned sipping what was left of her milkshake.

"Y'know some people stay here for as long as a year or more, but that's not really recommended." She mentioned, her fingers messing with the straw in and effort to get more of her drink.

"Really, why?" You'd figure that the goal was to get as many people as possible to stay for as long as possible, why would they try to dissuade people from doing so.

"You know time works differently here right," You nodded, "It's a lot slower then time works in the real world, basically time stops in the real world, but time still moves so the longer you stay here the longer you sleep out there." She paused, You tensed up at the thought of staying in here while your real body slowly got older in the real world, it sent shivers up your spine, but she wasn't done.

"This place puts a lot of strain on the human psyche, it takes a lot to convince the brain that what it's feeling is real and not just a dream or dangerous, which in turn take a lot of energy out of the body. So imagine running a lap for two hours and then taking a 50 page test immediately after...now imagine doing that over and over again for a week straight, that's basically what happens but just slower." She explained it in the best way she could, and although you were a little lots you got the gist.

Your body needed breaks from this place every once in awhile, going for too long could result in overexerting both the mind and the body. Knowing that, suddenly you remembered what Designer Key had said earlier about an "incident" happening before you got there, is this what he meant by incident, did someone stay for too long and suffered because of it, is that why the trains where down for the time being and why you woke up in the dark tunnel. You could've gone on and on about the possibilities but you were cut short by the sound of the girl calling to you.

"Ready to continue the tour..."

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The two of you had been walking around for a while now, having finally made it out of that Megamall and into the plaza. It was just as big as you had thought, maybe even bigger now that you saw it up close. You definitely would not have been able to figure out all of the directions alone, during your journey you had learned your guide's name was Luna.

Eventually the two of you had reached a booth with the words "registration" at the top, Luna explained that once you give the person at the booth your ID, they'll show you to your room and give a once over of everything you need.

"Okay, they'll take it from here, see you around" She beamed, waving goodbye as she left to go back the way she came.

You couldn't help but keep smiling even after she left, it felt nice to hangout with someone new that wasn't during the restricted hours of work and you didn't feel the need to keep making conversation to pass the time. Before you knew it you were standing in front of the booth, its tinted glass doors giving an added look of privacy and aesthetic.

Things went by quickly, similar to that of a resort or hotel they took a scan of your ID and walked you to your room, it was barren yet aesthetically fruitger aero, white walls with circular glass windows and 2000s posters, comfy bed with the sheets and blankets tucked in too tight with a mini fridge next to the bed and a TV and bathroom and decor reminiscent of 2000s.

It truly felt like a vacation, made especially for you.

You practically crashed onto the bed, laying down for what felt like hours on end.

You take a moment in this time of silence to think about what has happened in the past few hours, in all of your life you never once really believed in the supernatural. Thinking it to be a thing of mind and mentally unwell, purely because you has seen reality with your own two eyes and the supernatural just never fit you idea of it and that you were scared of believing in something that never existed to began with.

But this, this had you rethinking everything, and although you could be wrong, this could all be the work of your stress ridden mind finally having a break and taking time to itself or you could be going crazy, or someone is playing a very big and mean-spirted prank on you.

This could be anything, but for now you chose to take it at face value.

Because in all honesty, you needed to believe in something right now.

and this was something.

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It's night time. Around 2:30 AM. The only source of light you have are the dim lights of the streets, barely making anything visible. The only thing you can hear are the muffled sounds of the city outside. And the only thing you can feel - besides your racing heart and the warmth of your own breath - it’s the cold breeze coming from the windows he left open on purpose - he knows you enjoy the chill.

The door is locked. He's got you restrained by a belt and handcuffs - your hands are placed above your head, to each side of the bed, while your feet are tied together - forming a perfect cross. You have no idea how long you've been there, perception of time is long gone. All you know is your pussy is dripping, you’re eager, so fucking horny.

You're sweating. Your breath is already ragged, coming in heavy, short puffs. You have no idea about what awaits you. It can be anything with him. He's got you in black lingerie - tiny black panties, and a tight, leather bra. They're already clinging to your folds, and he's not even there.

And suddenly, the doorknob turns. You see a sillhouette, but nothing more. He stays there for a moment, standing in the doorway, just observing your state. Just admiring his work of art. You hear a breathless chuckle, followed by steps - his heeled boots crush the ground slowly, softly, on purpose. You squeeze your eyes shut for a moment, trying to concentrate on the moment, trying to hide the pathetic way you body shivers and trembles just with the information that he's nearby. But you fail miserably. Your body squirms softly, still restrained.

And then you hear his breathing. Your eyes snap open immediately. So close to you. The warmth of his body. He's standing right next to you, looking down on you - the heat of his gaze burns through your skin. A shiver runs down your spine. Silk black shirt, tight pants. You can kind of see the shape of a belt. You can definitely see the line of his bulge. His breath is fanning over your skin, giving you goosebumps. The scent of his cologne fills your nostrils; always so good, so ready.

He's taking far too long to take action, you think. Until you feel his warm, calloused hands over your belly. He kneads the skin there, pressing firmly, massaging... He slides it down to your lower belly, near where you need it the most. Your breath hitches. He still refuses to turns any lights on.

You're relying mostly on your instincts to know where he is exactly. The way the temperature shifts everytime he breathes over you, the subtle pressure of his thigh against yours... and then, a shift in the bed. He's hovering over you, his thighs pressing more insistently against your skin. His hand brushes against your breast, then his fingers curl around your neck, caressing it like he owns you - and you know he does. His breath is over your collarbone, and shortly after, his mouth is there. His lips caressing, teasing, until he finally places a soft kiss on your skin. "You've been such a good girl for me..." he breathes out, his tongue darting out to lick slowly over it. He sucks it so delicately, with just the right pressure. It leaves a mark, but not too dark.

The pressure in your ankles is gone. He removes the belt holding your legs together, throwing it aside. You feel his weight on the bed again, and this time, his knee is pressed right between your legs, forcing them open. It’s subtle, slow. For now. Your hands clench, the sound of metal against wood breaking the silence of the room momentarily. Then the handcuffs come off… The metal pieces falls to the floor proving to be almost too intense of a noise as it breaks the silence once again. Your instincts are heightened. You flinch.

Your hands finally roam free. You sigh, putting them down slowly - the darkness doesn’t let you know where they’re landing.

His knee starts to rub against your pussy. You whimper, rolling your hips instinctively against his thigh. He smirks, letting out a moan on purpose - he can feel how drenched you are. His lips find your jaw, placing soft kisses there until he pulls back just to get rid of his shirt. Your hands roam in the dark, finally finding his chest, the warmth of his skin that you crave so badly. He lets out a breathless chuckle, notcing how you shiver just by touching him. His breath is now on your chest, right between your breasts. They jump out - he unclasped your bra using his teeth. It never fails to make you gasp, to make you wetter. He pulled it away with his mouth, throwing it to the floor. His lips touch the revealed skin, placing a soft kiss over your hardened nipple. "But have you been a good enough girl to deserve a reward? It’s not fun when you tease me in public like that…” - you can only whimper in response. His lips are just so close to where you need it most. Your sensitive, aching nipples. "Please, Tae. it's been so long..." he chuckles, wrapping his lips softly around the peak. His tongue swirls slowly, not giving the pressure you so much need. He pulls back, blowing cool air over the saliva-coated skin, making you shiver and arch subtly towards him.

You hear a belt unbuckling. You panties get even more soaked, simply with the anticipation. It's totally dark again, just the sound of his belt moving around, and the unzipping of his pants, followed by the suble sound of fabric running down his thighs. The room goes quiet for a moment, only heavy breathing. A hand slips into your panties, cupping your pussy entirely. You gasp. He chuckles. He parts your folds with his middle finger, softly, teasing you. "You're always so wet. I love how wet I can get you just by breathing near you." He murmurs to your ear, capturing your earlobe between his lips. He sucks it slowly, making you whimper loudly. Your body squirms - he knows it drives you crazy with lust. He knows just how to make his pretty slut crazy for him.

Your pussy clenches eagerly around nothing. He slides his middle finger up and down your slit, catching right in your entrance. You whimper, and he pushes the tip inside — just the tip, barely penetrating you. You spread your legs wide, purely on instinct. He smirks, removing his hand from your panties, and you sigh in frustration. But it's better - he slowly slides your panties down your legs and off. He throws them aside, holding your foot for a moment and bringing it up to his face. He places a soft kiss on your sole, massaging it briefly before pushing your leg back, against your chest. "Now the other one, angel. I want you completely open for me." and you do just as he asked. The cool air hits your exposed pussy, folds parting to reveal your entrance, clenching and throbbing. And he's hovering over you once more. His chest presses against yours, your nipples pressing deliciously against his skin. You can trace his features in the darkness - he has a smirk on his face. His hips are placed between your legs, and you wrap them around his waist, urging him on. You need to feel him; even if just through his boxers. His hips roll forward, just enough, pressing his cock right against your pussy. It's scorching hot, heavy. His breath stutters when his length touches you, your wetness covering the fabric of his boxers entirely. Your folds part around his shaft, shamelessly letting him know that you want more, need more.

He rolls his hips slowly, grinding the underside of his dick between your folds. The head is peeking out the waistband, catching on your clit, making you moan out loud. He knows how to roll his hips just right - like the terrific dancer he is. He groans lowly - his control is slipping, his face is close to yours, lips brushing but not yet kissing. He supports himself with one of his hands, the other one squeezing your breast roughly. He pinches your nipple, hard, before tugging it and massaging it softly. He gropes your thighs, everywhere he can reach, really. He wants to mark you, to make you desperate.

He thrusts a little more insistently, his cock throbs and jumps subtly - he's incredibly aroused. Grunts and groans escape his lips, his breath is like fire over your face, he’s biting his lip hard enough to draw blood. Pre cum is coating his cockhead - a small, pearly drop - but he insists in just humping you. Until it's finally too much.

His hand drifts up from your boob to your jaw. He grips it, strongly, forcing you to look up at him, and even in the darkness, you can find his eyes. He presses his lips against yours, licking the seam of your mouth to coat it with his saliva before his tongue enters your mouth - it's a slow, deep but filthy and messy kiss. He grinds quicker, the desperation is evident. You feel your climax approaching just from the way he's grinding against your pussy. "Please, I need it... inside, please..." and he smirks. “You need it inside? Or do you want it inside? I can feel the way you’re melting for me, angel. Such a messy slut…” Breathing raggedly, he continues to move, completely ignoring your request. He wants you to want more, to need more. His hand slides down to your throat, squeezing it roughly - it's your weak point. He knows you can't take it. "Maybe that's all you deserve..." he says, a moan finally escaping his lips.

His hand releases your throat for a minute, tugging his boxers enough to free his cock. It jumps out, bobbing. A drop of pre cum falls over your pussy. He wraps his fingers around his dick, pumping it slowly, looking down at your pussy - the way it’s glistening even with so little light, just for him. He puts on a show for you - moaning while he jerks off, thrusting subtly into his own fist… He just knows you love it. He traces the head, caresses the underside with the tip of his fingers, and your mouth waters. He spreads his legs wide, touching his abdomen with his free hand while the other one slides up and down his dick, almost gracefully.

He places the head right over your clit, pressing it firmly before shamelessly slapping it against your sensitive nub, and he finally moans - out loud - relieved. The most sensitive part of his cock is grinding against your clit, the combination producing such filthy wet sounds, so fucking obscene. You can hear every filthy sound - groans, choked moans. You notice the way his head falls back just slightly. He keeps his dick firmly pressed against your nub, getting it slick with the mixture of your and his arousal.

He grips your throat again, leaving you breathless for some time before repeating it all over again - you love it. He grinds fast, desperate, like an animal in heat, to a point where his cockhead is catching on your entrance with every single movement. It slides in at certain times, making your breath shaky with the promise, but he doesn’t give you what you crave. His breath is hot, heavy. With every thrust he gets closer to your face, lips brushing again and again against yours, roughly biting, sucking, licking.

He pins you down by your throat, looking into your eyes "Give it to me, angel. I know you want to." He says, rolling his hips and sliding all over your slit, before giving your clit some special attention - two of his fingers massaging it quick before he replaces them with his dick. He bites his own bottom lip, grunting as he presses the head firmly over it, sliding, circling, thrusting.

And you do. Immediately, just as he says. You clit throbs against his cockhead, you back arches as much as possible, but he continues to hold you down, preventing your body from squirming. He releases your throat to press his cockhead firmly against your clit once more, grinding it almost aggressively against your overstimulated flesh. Again, it slips inside a couple times. And the way your pussy clenches around the tip of his cock is too much for him.

"No, no, definitely not, maybeeeeee,"

"No."

This had been going on for what felt like hours, Key or The Designer would pick out an outfit that he would like for you to try on and he'd either give it a thumbs up or immediately tell you to put it back as he picked out a better one. It's not that you were complaining about it, if anything you were excited to be put in a situation where your fav Kpop idol was picking out your clothes for you, however you were expecting him to grab one outfit and let you be on your way, not put you through one of those make over montages that was all the rampage in those early 2000s teen flicks. Besides it wasn't like you had a bad sense of fashion, you just didn't have the time or energy to put on anything nice when you were more focused on work and earning enough to stay alive then looking good.

Speaking of life before this mess, which you're still not sure whether or not if you've lost it or you're having a very lucid dream.

"Hey, do you mind if I ask you some questions?" You figured that asking now was better than never.

"Sure, go ahead!" He called back from the closet. 

"What is this place?" You asked, fiddling with your hands and picking at the chipped nail polish, a bad habit you never got over but it was better then picking at the hangnails that made themselves known thanks to your habit of forgetting to put on hand lotion.

"This is The Pleasure Shop, where you came from is called The Entrance Bar." He answered back, still searching through hangers of clothes after clothes making small notes to himself about the designs of the clothing.

"Right, right cool," 

"Would you happen to know, how I got here?" You cringed, a tingle of nervousness crawled up your spine as you waited for a response.

Key on the other hand, quickly peered in from the closet at you with surprised expression.

"Did he not tell you?" He asked, a look of concern across his face as he held onto the doorway.

You shook your head, assuming he meant the bartender since he was the only other person you met here.

He seemed to sigh and shake his head as he returned to what he was doing, "of course he didn't, I swear he thinks the world revolves around him." 

He swears quietly to himself before coming out with a pile of folded clothes in his hands, he hands them to you with sigh.

"Don't mind him, he's just upset that the higher ups demoted him to the bar."

You watched as he walked back over to his desk, pulling up the chair to the computer before heading to the changing room, a second hidden door directly next to the closet. It was odd how close together they were since they both looked larger on the inside but at this point you were starting to get used to the oddities of this place.

"This world serves as a second home to many, and a place that allows others to live out their dreams without real world consequence, it was in the pamphlet that came with your album. We bring in people from your reality while they sleep and analyze their dreams to give them the best experience possible, time works differently here so while it might feel like days in here, it's merely nanoseconds in your world."

You could hear him typing away as you put on the outfit, the idea of being trapped in a world where you could spend the rest of your life living out your dreams and then returning back home to your regular life as if nothing had happened felt like something out of a sci-fi movie from hell. Fun in theory but terrifying in real life, how could you even begin to explain that you didn't end up here by choice, that you were just sleeping and happened to wake up here instead of your bed where you should be, were even supposed to be here? 

By the time you had stepped out Key had been typing away for what seemed like hours, his fingers moving faster then what seemed possible for humans.

He swiveled around and did a once over at your outfit, a look of pride and satisfaction spread across his face as he nodded his head.

"Perfect." He chirped with approval, turning back around and opening a drawer filled with papers and stuff.

"Here," he started, pulling out what looked like a pamphlet and handing it to you. "This will tell you everything you need to know about this world and the areas you can explore along with the ones to avoid." You stood there listening intently as he explained how to get from there to the next area and where to ask for a place to stay.

"Just remember to stay on the green paths and to avoid the black areas, those are places we haven't gotten around to fixing up and you're ready to go."

He finished with a smile, as sweet as it was how accommodating he was, conflicting thoughts still swirled around in your mind like a vice, how would you even begin to figure out the world around you when you couldn't even navigate the one you came from.

"I have just one more question," you started, he nodded intently with his hands clasped together with an energy of understanding.

"How do I get back home?" 

He stopped for a moment, his eyes looking around as he thought about the best way to answer.

"Well, first you have to ask for a ticket back to the real world, then you'd have to wait for the next train home," He hesitated for a moment before adding "which doesn't come for another two days for newcomers."

Before you could even respond he nodded with a simple "I know, it's ridiculous but..." he paused for a moment.

"You kind of came at a bad time, it's no fault of your own," He reassured, seeing the look of worry in your eyes. "Just, there was an incident before you came and we just wanna make sure everything's in order before we send people home, the human psyche is a delicate thing and we don't wanna do anything that could strain it."

He explained with an almost hopeful expression, doing his best comfort you the best way he knew how before looking away and digging though one of his drawers again, he pulled out a small grey ticket with white lining and details and a cursive P on the front and the back. Just as he handed it to you he pointed towards the grey train that took up the wall across to right side of the room.

"Just put in your ticket, walk through those doors and take a seat, it'll take you all the way to the hub and you can decide what to do after that."  He explained with a smile before looking back up at you.

You, of course nodded and slowly walked to the trains doors, now that you were seeing the train up close you could see that there was a small slot next to the door that you could put your ticket into. Slowly you brought up the ticket to the slot to which the machine quickly sucked in the ticket with the train doors opening soon after with a beep, but before you could fully step through the doors Key called out to you.

"Wait, I know that it might seem like a lot at first but..." he began, thinking about his next words carefully.

"Just, try to give it a chance." He assured you with an earnest expression, hand clasped together a little tighter then usual.

You gave it some thought, as much as you wanted to just grab a ticket and take the next train out of here. You couldn't help but be curious about the place you had stumbled into, a world where everyone's dreams come true, it was hard not to be especially when you were all to familiar with wanting more out of life and not getting anywhere but broke and jobless.

You could give it a shot, just stay for the week and then go home the second the trains were available.

"I'll think about it, thank you."

He nodded in response, a soft smile and faint look of relief on his face as he sat back against the chair.

"You're welcome."

And with that you walked onto the train, the door closing behind you with a soft gush of wind leaving you alone again.

The train only had enough room for what looked like four passengers based on the amount of seats and space, it was quite small but comforting in a way with it's soft pink velvet seats and cute pictures spaced out on the walls and ceiling. It had the same feeling as The Pleasure Shop but more quaint, you sat down on of the one of the plush seats near the window and looked out the glass.

The ride seemed to run a lot smoother than your usual train station, however you couldn't see a thing outside for the most part. It made you wonder if you were supposed to come in on the train at first rather than through that tunnel of darkness, if so then what went wrong that made you appear in the tunnel instead, you questioned to yourself further about the differences in this world compared to yours however whatever was on your mind was cut short when suddenly the darkness outside the windows had blinded you.

You put up hand a to your eyes trying to shield them from the intrusion as you tried to get your bearings, once you had finally felt like your eyes weren't being assaulted by the sun you slowly removed your hand from your face and looked outside, and much to your surprise you weren't in the subway much less on the ground. You were in the air, moving across a large patch of land surrounded by walls of buildings, it looked just like a large plaza filled with stuff like food vendors, shops, hotels, and indoor parks and movie theaters.

It was huge, looked like it could fit a whole population of people, you almost couldn't believe what it was you were seeing. And to top it all off, there were people, not a lot but still groups of people of all different colors and backgrounds, all of them conversing with each other and walking around. Some of them were even looking up at the train you sat in and waving excited to see a new face coming in.

You hesitantly waved back as the train continued to move, circling around the large plaza giving you a small tour of what was to come before moving into another dark tunnel. You could feel the train going down slowly before coming to a full stop, the train standing still for a moment giving you time to think before opening its doors once again.

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The feeling of the drink was the first thing your mind noticed, it coated your tongue and throat like paint leaving an odd tingly feeling behind as it went down and then came the taste, you couldn't describe it, it was clear yet potent, strong and smooth all at the same time, the flavors swirled around in your mouth for longer then need be, confusion, delight, and disgust was all that you could feel as your mind tried to figure out what it is you just put in your body and how it should respond.

It was all so overwhelming, that was until the bliss came and washed all those feelings away, it was as if your brains data had been rewritten stopping your previous thoughts and filling you with unimaginable bliss. You hadn't even noticed when he had taken the glass away and placed it back in its container, nor when you had started laughing just that you were, and crying and swaying. You didn't notice most of these things, how could you when it felt like you just took a drug that didn't even exist yet with the world's current technology.

It didn't take long till you passed out, your head falling forward and hitting the bar table as the rest of your body quickly went limp.

The man behind the bar just continued to stare for a few minutes before lifting his arm once more and gently pressing his metallic wrapped finger against your head, tapping you to see if you were still concise.

No movement...

For the first time since you arrived he genuinely smiled...

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By the time you came too you were already in another place, it was dark again but not so much to the point where you couldn't see two inches in front of you like the last place, no instead it was more ambient similar to that of a subway station but clean and futuristic like the bar was but less empty, and more lively in a way.

Instead of sleek white it was a glossy grey, with little white lights that illuminated pictures instead of just the room, it seemed cute, in a clean type of way but cute nonetheless.

There were images everywhere, but they looked more like holograms then actual posters and paintings, both pixilated or high definition all of them leading to what looked like subway doors that would open whenever someone went through them, if there was anyone...

Maybe it was because it was late, but you were slowly starting to notice that there was literally no one else here except for you and that robotic bartender Key. Nonetheless you pushed foreword, anxious to get to the bottom of this odd dream, hallucination, whatever it was, you needed an explanation.

Preferably from someone that doesn't give you the heebie jeebies...

As you got closer the subway doors opened with a soft gust of wind flying towards you revealing the room that laid before you, it looked exactly as you thought it would, just like the music video it was a mixture of an office and small subway station, if the subway station was a small room and there was only one train all the way across the room to the right of you that looked like a funicular railway designed to look like of y2k kids dream train, with all the stickers and pictures.

That was about the only outlier, the rest of the room was basically one on one with the music video, minus the people. Well, minus all but one person, but at this point you weren't sure anymore... 

At one of the desks sat your bias Key or at least what looked like him, messing with what looked like a picture of a cat adjusting it and changing the hue and brightness of the image with a frustrated expression on his face and some futuristic looking glasses on. Somehow that scene alone was enough to put you at ease considering the last interaction with someone that looked like Key but acted so different that it felt odd, uncanny.

The second you stepped through the doors you heard a soft robotic women say,

"Welcome to the pleasure shop" 

"Just like the music video" you thought, that thought was cut short though when the man looked up from his work looking around the room until his eyes landed on you, just then giving you an excited smile.

"Welcome, come in come in." He ushered with his hand in a downward motion, putting down his pen and lifting his glasses into his hair and beanie.

It didn't take long for you to come forward, the subway doors shutting softly behind you as you walked in, already this room looked and felt a lot more comfortable like someone actually worked there instead of an almost empty isolating room this place was filled with stuff, all of it cybernetic and popping with some type of color, not much color but enough to balance out all the grey.

He looked up at from his seat with his hands clasped together on the desk as if he couldn't wait to work with you.

"Hi i'm Key but most people just call me The Designer, what can I help you with?"

He recited, this is obviously something he says everyday and yet somehow he says it with such joy that it's hard not to feel excited yourself, however you had to stay on track, where was this place, how do I get back home, how did I get here in the first place were all the questions you wanted to ask. However you would most likely end up scaring him off with the sudden rush of questions, so you decided to just start small...

"Hi, um I don't know myself I kind of just woke up here."

He nodded, listening intently to your words his clasped hands holding up his head by his chin.

"Okay, well it seems like your new to this so let's start with your ID first."

You nod, eager to get this whole thing over and finally get some answers, Key reached across his desk and pushed over what looked like one of this blood pressure machines you'd see at the clinic however it was all decorated in the same stuff the decorated your arm, except for the added LEDs and stickers. 

"Just put your arm into here and we'll check your ID, okay?" He assured, looking up at you with a comforting smile.

You nodded and slowly stuck your augmented arm in the machine, slowly the machine began to buzz and glow as it powered up and although you were expecting nothing crazy but still on edge you watched the machine closely as only continued to power up slowly and in waves that seemed stronger then the last which only added to your anxiety, until finally it stopped now just constantly humming and glowing.

Key had been watching closely up until he saw your shoulders release the tension that had been keeping them hiked up to your ears, moving back with a relieved smile he stays in the office like chair wheeling around to the other side of his desk, pressing a button which reveled a holographic screen posed like a computer and began to type things into the system, scrolling through all types of things, stuff you wouldn't understand even if you could since it was all in what looked like a mix of Korean and gibberish.

"Okay, it looks like you're all good so far I just need to tweak some things if that's okay?"

 He reassured, glancing over to you as you nodded.

"Yeah, that's fine."

He nodded giving you a small smile before turning his attention back to the screen, the sound typing and scrolling along with the buzzing of the machine seemed to fill the air as Key continued to clear up some of the stuff on your ID leaving you with your thoughts.

To think just hours ago you were in bed sleeping, expecting to wake up with the loud blaring of your phones alarm playing Shinee's Married To The Music album, and get ready for work when instead you wake up in some dark abyss tunnel followed by the most uncomfortable 30 minutes for your life in a bar almost too clean to be a bar with some weird stuff on your arm called an ID. And now you have to come to terms with the fact that you might be crazy and belong in an asylum or have truly been pulled into a different dimension.

Luckily you're pulled out of your thoughts by the sound of Key's chair rolling over to power off the machine, by the time it shuts down fully you carefully take your arm out and look at it. Something about the augmentation has changed, you can't tell what it is exactly but it looks a lot more tightly formed, less chaotic if that makes sense as if it's fully formed itself to your size.

"I switched some things around and fixed a couple of bugs, the code was a mess when you came in."

He explained with a proud expression, he must've noticed you staring at your arm like it grew three more fingers.

"thank you."

"You're welcome."

He smiled, he lifted his arm and looked at his watch, his lips scrunched up as he did the math in his head before looking back up at you still holding his watch as if he just remembered that you were there.

 "Did you want anything else, like a hair change, body augmentation?"

He waited expectantly, as if hoping for you to ask for more work.

You looked down at yourself and although you were insecure at times you would rather keep the body you had at the moment then play god with technology you didn't understand, however you did notice that you were still in your pajamas and as comfy as they were it'd be nice to have something different if you were going to be meeting new people every time you woke up and entered a new area.

"uh yeah, could I get some clothes. I'd just rather not be in my PJ's before I move on."

You asked shyly, still getting used to the whole talking to people that looked and acted like your bias,

"Yes, of course just wait here and i'll get some clothes for you."

You nodded, and watched as he got up and walked towards the back of the room and opened up a false door which led to a room full of clothes, some flashy and bold while others were more chill and comforting and some inbetween.

It seemed like you were gonna be here for a bit, or at least until The designer was sure that you were comfortable enough to move on to whatever was next...

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"JESUS!!"

You yelled, clutching yourself out of fear as your heart pounded in your ears...

You saw the eyes before seeing the man, his eyes an unnatural color, pure silver so bright that they'd almost be white with the right lighting if it weren't for the soft glow of blue the showed itself every few seconds, there's a clear difference between contacts and those eyes.

The man behind the bar just smiled softly, as if he didn't scare the shit out of you, putting on a customer service voice he just nods as says...

"Welcome, how may I serve you today?

You didn't answer just stared at the man as the sudden shock of seeing someone being behind you staring at you the whole time as you took in your surroundings finally drifted off, and you finally got a good look at this guy.

"Are...are you?"

You stuttered, but he just kept standing there smiling like some mannequin with your biases face. Were you just crazy or dreaming, or both. Did that even matter if the man you practically worshiped was right in front of you, you couldn't tell anymore, this combined with the prior shock of being practically spawned in the middle of nowhere was too much of your brain to handle.

"May I see your ID please?"

He asked politely, holding his hand up. You just looked down confused, you didn't remember to bring your wallet to bed and even then why would you.

You were close to just telling him that you didn't have it but then you saw his arm, it was interesting to say the least, futuristic and robotic, wires up and down the forearm dug into his skin as if the very metal had molded itself to his veins, it looked barely even human, like his eyes, a sleek design obviously made for easy access to things just like it. It was nearly captivating if it wasn't so grotesque, but then you could feel those eyes again, looking up you saw him just staring at you before glancing down at your own arm. 

You hesitated to take your eyes off of him, your head turning before your eyes did and when they landed on their target, you nearly keeled over.

There it was, your forearm covered from the wrist and up stopping at the crease in your arm just before the upper arm begins in the same metallic sleek design as his, although yours was much less intricate, a more simple design, maybe a way to differ him from the others, if there were others...

"W-wha, but how, I didn't?" You tried to explain, either to yourself or to him you couldn't tell anymore, but when you looked up he just kept standing there staring with his arm out.

It was terrifying, if not a little uncomfortable, it was like he could see right through you and you couldn't handle it. You almost didn't want to give this a man, idol, robot your hand, but it was most likely that you wouldn't get anywhere by doing nothing.

So you slowly, hesitantly walked closer to the bar and reached up giving him your hand. He quickly took it with an almost sleek precision, holding it in his hand he just stared down at the two. You, thankful to finally not have those artificial eyes peering down at you for the time being stared at his eyes, and getting a closer look this time they were definitely not human. It seemed like almost everything about him was artificial down to the bone, the only thing human about him seemed to be the face he wore, now you'd be lying if you weren't somewhat freaking out about seeing your bias up close and personal like this. This was something you would only dream of and yet it was all ruined by the oddity of this whole situation, so you could only watch as he focused on something you couldn't see.

Eventually he blinked and the same soft smile spread across his face, although it seemed like more of a grimace then an actual smile as he looked towards you again.

"It seems like everything's in order, please wait here while I get your drink."

He remarked, the ask feeling more like a demand then an option, you sat in in one of the small bar stools, even the stools were like a sleek metallic design, firm and comfortable but obviously not meant to sit on for longer then necessary.

You watched as he turned around and made your drink, whatever it is. The more you looked around the more you realized just how exact everything was to the concept video, from the sleek white walls to the ceiling light and the white almost marble flooring. It seemed almost surreal, maybe your mind had finally broken from all the all-nighters and stress and decided to just mess with you by making you lucid dream about your celebrity crush. Which would be cool if it weren't for the fact the it all felt a little too real, at least with lucid dreaming there would still be that haziness that comes with your mind trying to explain the world it best saw fit.

Not to mention all the intricate details down to the smallest wiring, lighting, and touch of the environment around you. It almost felt like the very air itself was trying to remind you that this is real, to the point where you can't turn away and chalk it up to an extremely vivid dream.

Eventually he turned around, sliding over a small margarita glass filled with a metallic liquid similar to mercury but somehow more chrome looking, just like the video but more detailed if that were possible.

"Annnd, I just drink this..."

You questioned, looking up at him with scrutinizing eyes as if expecting him to crack and reveal something. Instead he just stared down at you from the other side of the bar, unmoving, smiling with his hands of the bar table resting.

You weren't even sure if he was breathing, you look back down at the drink, if it could be called that, it looked more like a scientific experiment, but you've come this far, you might as well right?

You slowly brought up the glass to your face, smelling it first, no scent, you looked at it closer, and you could see all the colors of the rainbow shine in the chrome colored drink, it was almost overwhelming as your mind tried to make sense of it all but you tried to push through it as you brought the cup up closer to your lips...

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It was so dark, that was the first thing you thought of when waking up...

Did you leave the nightlight off? No you left it on when you fell asleep, or at least you thought you did, but there was a better question, why did you wake up upright standing on your feet.

Did the stress and anxiety drive you far enough to sleepwalk and are you finally finding out after years of living on your own, the thought process was enough to drive you mad, you walked foreword expecting to hit a wall but instead you just kept walking, if this was your room you would've hit the wall with the light switch at this point.

A shiver went down your spine, you couldn't see a thing but chalked it up to waking up in the hallway instead, hopeful that you'll find your door soon you keep walking, but you hit nothing.

Now, you begun to panic, it was far too dark to be outside yet too long to be your apartment. and yet you kept walking, hopeful that you were in your apartment and that it's been too long since you've walked around in the dark and you were just disoriented fro the sudden change in environment and you'll bump into something, anything like a wall or a door or something, preferably not a person.

But nothing happened, you just kept walking, terror began to creep into your veins as it quickly became harder and harder to justify why this hallway was so long, you wrapped your arms around yourself as it became harder to breathe. "Why's this place so long, where am I, how did I get here, how do I get back home, why am I here?"

As the thoughts began to pile on top of one another, you hit something, well not just hit you full on smacked yourself into it, you didn't even notice that you were running. Dread filled your veins as your mind conjured up whatever horrors it could manage as to figure out exactly what that was, until your fingers brushed something..

A doorknob, it felt just like your apartment doors handle, a feeling of pure bliss and relief had rushed through you as you quickly turned the knob, how you managed to end up outside of your apartment and into the hallway was beyond you but it was definitely not happening again because you were gonna...

Your thoughts were stopped halfway as you came into a room, white and clean to the point of being sterile, the decor looked similar to that of a bar but more futuristic, nothing like your apartment.

You should've panicked, thrown open that door and run all the way back to where you were in hopes of finding an exit. But you were too thrown off by how, familiar it all seemed, like you've seen it all before, been there before, searching around the room with your eyes you were so confused by your own emotions that you hadn't noticed the eyes staring at you from the other side of the bar...

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