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kim hongjoong

name: cpt hongjoong spolium species: ghost pirate... because obvi he's captain but just i feel like this just is canon like i dont know how else to describe this one like he leads wherever he goes is the best reason i can give, probably related to vandala doubloons like a distant cousin like duh origins & lineage: ghost world, son of the flying dutchman, cursed to roam the high seas forevermore

park seonghwa

name: seonghwa allicere species: siren for sure because like first off the man could speak nonsense and lead me to my doom and i wouldnt even question it but also he's got charisma and like unknowingly he captivates a room...so duh and also to me its canon that he's cousins w sirena ❤️ origins & lineage: the deep sea, son of parthenope, sailors never survive his song

jeong yunho

name: yunho infernus species: hellhound...okay for yunho i was torn between werewolf and hellhound, but i feel like hellhound's more befitting like the irony of him being a hellish creature while also being sweet asf is striking and itches my brain really good so...yea origins & lineage: underworld, son of cerberus, every soul meets him eventually

kang yeosang

name: yeosang fantoccini species: haunted marionette...he's too ethereal to be properly alive, definitely hand-crafted by a murderous occultist who murdered his son and in an attempt to resurrect him, his spirit ends up trapped in the marionette (i really thought about this okay) origins & lineage: normie realm, son of a murderous occultist, the strings have forced his soul to eternal restlessness

choi san

name: san incendium species: demon, bc nobody can tell me this isnt the perfect the mans literally in the demon line vro like his aura on stage esp?? like oh my freaking gosh he would genuinely be a demon but like...not just any demon either bc he that aura so hence why...a prince origins & lineage: underworld, son of asmodeus, the flames know who they bow to

song mingi

name: mingi peripheria species: tariaksuq, okay for context they are from inuit mythology and they're basically creatures u see in ur peripheral vision or thru the shadow they cast and initially i thought mingi fits a boogey monster or a shadow spirit bc he may be like the biggest in the room like impossible to ignore or define vibes but idk this one just scratches my brain rlly nicely so yes! origins & lineage: the shadow realm, son of the tariaksuq, he belongs everywhere and nowhere all at once

jung wooyoung

name: wooyoung flammis species: will-o'-wisp, BECAUSE now hear me out here...he gives off very trickster vibes so initially kitsune but like...i don't know will-o-the-wisp just feels right like a flickering spirit that leads you into foolishness...like yes. origins & lineage: the marshland, son of the will-o'-wisp, a flickering spirit you don't choose to follow...yet trail after anyway

choi jongho

‘Clink, clink’. Tea cups? Pressed together, in festivity or warning? Laughter that bordered manic, elicited deep from the throats of invisible inhabitants. Out of her view. Too far. Yet with each stride forward, they drew dangerously close. Tripping through a hole in the mossy grass of her world, dropped her straight into a peculiar place. One she could only describe as sensory overload without logic.

She’d been walking for a few minutes. Yet each step felt like a trudge through viscous syrup. Time stretched, yet reality stated only moments had passed. The stroll that led to nowhere. Until it came into view. A fence, in the distance. Caging a group of people. All of them dressed eccentrically lavish, perched around a wide table. A multitude of teapots, with steam billowing from each one. It created a fog that settled over the guests’ faces. Yet they animatedly moved, speaking amongst each other. Decorated pastries and finger-foods adorning any empty places on the table amidst the tea-sets. 

She froze before the fence’s gate. Staring at the odd display. Faces hidden in the thick steam. Conversations that were sliced short. One figure moved abruptly. With no intention of slowing down, his chair scraped against gravel. He wasn’t much taller, yet his aura towered over her own. Chaos personified. A mad grin plastered onto his lips. 

Fashioned in a trenchcoat splattered in paint. A vest hidden beneath it, tucked over a dress shirt. Buttons undone at his collar with flowy trousers. Abstract chic? A fleeting thought that distracted her from the inevitable. He marched forward. Bridging the gap between them in an instant. His hands darting out and grabbing hers, clad in fingerless-gloves. Shaking her hand aggressively, a giggle slipped his lips. 

“You’re late my dear” He remarked, tilting his head. His gaze shamelessly trailed over her. A predator sizing up prey. “We’ve been waiting” Who were they? Why was she awaited? They knew she’d be here? She opened her mouth to speak, only to be dragged alongside him. “I’m sorry I don’t think I know you” she replied warily, yet followed him to an empty seat. The table was silent. Faces of guests that warped if one stared too long. It sent a shiver down her spine. She forced her gaze back onto the man that dragged her here, who now ‘tsked’ at her.

“Oh but you do my dear! Everyone in Wonderland knows I, The Mad Hatter” He tipped his outrageous hat, holding it over his chest in greeting. A disapproving sigh interrupted his display. The Mad Hatter was apparently no longer alone. That only unsettled her further. Another one? She whipped her head around. To her dismay, finding no owner to the disruption. “Hongjoong” The voice drawled, too close.

A man stood nearby her now. Floppy, sandy-brown hare ears protruding between thick, wavy locks of hair. His gaze was unimpressed, boring into who she now knew as Hongjoong, The Mad Hatter. “We haven’t even seated her yet” The man’s hand rose to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, humming contently. He was draped in a pristine dress shirt. Waist-coat fitted to perfection, his outfit impeccable.

“Right on cue” Hongjoong beamed, an arm folded over his chest, the other at his chin. Index finger swiping below his lower lip. Assessing. “Parties need order” Hongjoong hummed, the other man’s hand falling from her hair to her lower back. Guiding. “Seonghwa, better known as the March Hare” Hongjoong introduced, a grin that knew too much painted onto his face.

“As for you my dear…you’re trouble” Hongjoong let out a pleased laugh, a crazed glint in his eyes. “This way, the tea’s just right” Seonghwa murmured gently, ushering her into a seat. Strategic. In between who she now knew as the March Hare and Mad Hatter. “You…you two were waiting for me?” Seonghwa nodded without turning his attention from her. Hongjoong’s fingers thrummed at the table, impatient. “Of course my dear, the party couldn’t start without the guest of honor!” He crooned, hat slipping a fraction as he whirred his head to face her.

“You’re scaring our guest” Seonghwa observed, shaking his head as he tipped the teapot over the cup in front of her. “Poor thing is trembling, have some tea” Hongjoong chuckled heartily at his counterpart’s proclamation, leaning forward. His face propped in his hand. “Are you scared my dear?” In between them, there was no time to think. Their contrast alone silenced her thoughts. “I…I’m not sure” she whispered earnestly, the pair smiling in reply.

Yet her body itself was afraid. Aware of something she couldn’t decipher. She eyed the tea with a narrowed glance. Piping hot. Carefully lifting the cup to her nose, she inspected its scent. Lavender, with hints of fruits. Blended into a tea? She’d never smelled anything like it. Let alone taste. At the first sip, it soothed her frayed nerves. Mellow. Numbing her sensations. Then it tasted of fruit, nostalgic punch from juice boxes. For the final kick, rose. Aromatic, with a honeyed flavor. It shouldn’t have worked so well. Making her aware of how close their seats were. Sandwiched between them.

“This…is delicious” Silence encapsulated the party. Some teacups frozen in guests’ hands. The teapot’s steady stream of tea, floating in mid-air. A laugh, unfamiliar, slipped in. Loud, it didn’t belong there. Yet it didn’t come from the pair of men on either side of her. One woman three seats away from her lifted her cup into the air. Halting, only to set it down. Then repeating herself a beat later, in the exact same motion.

The steamy fog never cleared from the other guests’ faces. Voices came seconds too early, or too late. Except them. “We knew you’d enjoy it” Hongjoong stirred at his tea-cup mindlessly, eyes intent as they stared back at her. Knowledgeable. As secretive as they were hypnotic. “It’s…tailored,” Seonghwa added, his word choice deliberate. His gaze was sharp. Yet soft at the edges, he didn’t flaunt what he knew. Atleast, not outright.

“Oh!” Hongjoong’s lips were pulled into a sly simper, a hand drawn to his lips in apparent shock. Staged shock, to which Seonghwa shook his head. “What?” She mustered the courage to interrupt the odd display, Hongjoong merely clasping his hands together. Beaming, his staple expression. An unshakeable hint of madness. The signature of Wonderland it seemed. “We almost forgot” He mused, while Seonghwa thrummed his fingers at the table.

A smile pulled over his expression, never reaching his eyes. “The most important part, of course” His voice was smooth, gaze eerily calm despite the Mad Hatter’s theatrics. “Your unbirthday!” Hongjoong chuckled, taking off his hat and dropping it onto the table. The world around them paused, leaning in along with her. Questions raced in her mind, yet only one managed to halfway tumble from her lips. “Why did you-”

The question answered itself. Both Hongjoong and Seonghwa reached to lift up the hat off the table. A puff of smoke erupted, eliciting a gasp from her. It dissipated to reveal an extravagant five tier-cake. Decorated with whimsical piping, a bright pink frosting coating its entirety. Candles littered the surface in disarray. She had to force her mouth shut after it fell open in shock.

“A very merry unbirthday to our guest” Hongjoong spoke in a sing-song voice, hand gesturing towards the cake. “Blow out the candles dear” Seonghwa continued, a hand meant to be comforting resting on her shoulder. Yet it was more persuasive than anything. Just as quickly as she’d sucked in a big breath, she huffed it out with an ‘O’ of her lips. The candles extinguished, as Seonghwa cleared his throat at Hongjoong. His finger guiltily and unabashedly swiped at a tuft of frosting, holding it before her lips. “Fancy a taste of your cake?”

It felt imprudent to simply take it off his finger. She’d been taught better. Yet, neither of the men seemed remotely offended. In fact, Hongjoong’s gaze was…measuring. A slight glance towards Seonghwa, and the intrigue in his eyes was hard to miss. Compelling. The term fits them both. She felt…implicated to lean forward. Her tongue darted out, tasting the airy cream off of Hongjoong’s finger.

His grin widened, downright smug as he brought the finger to his own mouth. Inspecting the sheen of her saliva over the pad of his digit. “Oh you pretty thing” His voice was so sweetly mocking, Seonghwa tutting in reprimand. Yet his gaze held a gleam of uncertainty, unspoken satisfaction to what he’d witnessed.  Butterflies rapidly fluttered in the pits of her tummy, a flush drawn over her cheeks. “I’m sorry that was-”. “You have nothing to apologize for, sweet girl” Seonghwa murmured, brow raised at the tremble in her voice.

“Trembling already? We haven’t even gotten to your presents dear” Hongjoong leered, a predator drawing closer. “I don’t need presents?” Her voice wavered, unsure. They’d prepared presents for a guest they didn’t know would come. Yet the logical stream of thoughts was interrupted by Seonghwa shaking his head beside her. “One mustn’t say no to thoughtfulness” His point made sense, yet her breath faltered in their even beats.

She looked at either of them, nothing in their hands. Perhaps somewhere else on the table…? The fog overhead of other guests grew imperceptibly thicker. Till all she could see was the two men at both of her sides. They exchanged glances she couldn’t decipher. The chairs creaked as they settled the tiniest bit closer. The armrests touching her own chair’s.

“Now, now my dear” Hongjoong interrupted the illusion of silence. Taking over her personal space, lips grazing the shell of her ear tauntingly. “You wouldn’t want to ruin your own party would you?” His voice dropped to a whisper, teasingly low and deliberately rebuking. “I don’t…see any presents” She replied, lower lip tucked between her teeth when he let out a patronising laugh. Seonghwa trailed the back of his finger at her cheek, the ghost of a smirk tugging at his lips.

“You misunderstand, sweet thing” Hongjoong lilted, his index finger tipping her chin just enough to face him. A hair's breadth away, his nose brushed over hers. “It isn’t something you receive,” Seonghwa added, breath warming her ear down to the side of her neck. His finger drew along the side of her arm, trailing shapes into the skin. 

“It’s something to partake in” Hongjoong finished, lips tattooed into an inviting grin. “I..I don’t get it” Seonghwa’s motions halted, Hongjoong tilted his head to the side with a sliver of pity. His gaze went past hers, meeting Seonghwa’s. She turned between them, an unreadable conversation happening before her eyes. Silence enveloped the clearing, distant warbling of birds cut short.

Seonghwa’s hand was cool against her feverish skin. He dragged it along the side of her neck deliberately, gently taking her chin between his fingers. He tilted her face to meet Hongjoong’s eyes once more. His chin resting at her shoulder, voice sending shivers down her spine. “Don’t fret,” He hummed, Hongjoong’s smirk sharpening. “You’ll understand soon enough dear” Hongjoong gravitated an inch closer, eyes relishing in the unconscious way her face fell towards him.

His lips captured hers, exemplifying his point. Pressed against hers firmly, lingering. It was enough to steal her every thought. Warmth rushing over her entire being rapidly. A huff against her ear provoked her to shift backward. For a fleeting breath, Hongjoong gazed at her with something akin to manic glee. She opened her mouth to speak, yet let out a gasp instead. Seonghwa’s lips skimmed the side of her neck leisurely, yet Hongjoong grabbed hold of her tilting face.

“There she is” He mused, fervently moulding his lips against her. Her lower lip jutted out in a pout, his tongue ghosting over it. A pout she hadn’t registered. He spoke between their shared breaths, her eyes widened before they fell shut. “I’ll have my chance with you, pretty thing” Seonghwa’s voice softened into a saccharine coo. The contrast to his tone and the words he’d uttered knocked the breath out of her.

A hand from each of them rested on either of her jittery thighs. Hongjoong caressed the skin tauntingly, skimming his fingers at the hem of her dress. He grinned against her lips, catching the shaky exhale that left her a moment later. Seonghwa’s fingers kneaded at the flesh, deliberately gentle. Grounding her to feel how they now pulled away, chair shrieking as Hongjoong shifted.

He pet his lap, languidly gesturing for her to settle atop. She didn’t have time to consider, not when the Hare’s patience was strung thin. She all but stumbled onto Hongjoong, a meek yelp snatched from her throat when his hand grasped at her face. Pressing her cheeks together, nose grazing the thoroughly-kissed side of her neck. He had her on display for Seonghwa. Whose lips found hers with thinly veiled restraint, the chuckle from Hongjoong doing nothing to cut through the moment.

His Hare ears stood still upward, almost cartoon-like while Hongjoong nipped at her skin. Fresh marks, magenta blossoming into her skin. All the while her whines were devoured by the hungry lips that danced with hers. Something she seemingly didn’t expect, even if Hongjoong’s remarks suggested otherwise. Thinking no longer seemed possible, her brain trained on deciding what to process…both simultaneously sent her into an overdrive.

The Hatter’s chuckle felt like a lost memory but she giggled along with him anyway. One of his hands, warm around her neck. Not pressing, never a demand. The Hare himself couldn’t bite back the beam tugging at his lips. A brow curved upward, his fingers tip-toeing closer upward. The moon, unnaturally bright and higher in the deep sky. Like a toothy smirk, ravenously illuminating.

What was she laughing at? When did fingers begin reverently ghosting at her now aching slit? The questions were background noise. “Look at you” Hongjoong mused, forcing her face to observe Seonghwa. “You don’t remember” The Hare stated simply, a finger curled inside her, brows furrowed. “Remember–” the words were stopped in her throat, a strangled whimper crawling out in their place.

Lidded eyes followed along the table, constantly fluttering shut each time Seonghwa’s slender fingers coaxed themselves in and out of her sopping insides. The cake had downsized, an entire tier missing. Guests were missing, long gone. Two lonesome figures at the far end of the table. Unaware, whether that was by intention or distance. 

Her legs were uncooperative, arousal and its remnants dribbling down her thighs. The Hare’s fingers long replaced by the Hatter’s relentless member. “That’s more like it” He rasped, tongue swiping along the shell of her flushed ear. She felt her muscles trembling with each movement upward, body slumping forward involuntarily. A hand flush against her midsection keeping her upright.

The Hatter and Hare didn’t so much as blink when a teacup slipped from a guest’s hand. It momentarily dragged her gaze to the table’s end. Another teacup in a woman’s hand. Seconds later, her head jerked to the view…and the porcelain fell from her hand all over again. “They’re enjoying themselves,” Seonghwa commented plainly. His hand paid homage to her cheek, residing there. Thumb stroking across her jutted lower lip.

“You should be enjoying yourself my dear” Hongjoong’s thrusts quickened, harsh. Cock sheathed in her gummy walls, her eyes forcing themselves shut as she nodded. Seonghwa’s finger drawing  Pliant? Obedient? She wanted to question it further. Question what? She couldn’t recall. 

She couldn’t remember when the knot in her stomach came undone like a cycle coming to its end. Only when it coiled up furiously again, this time she faced Hongjoong. Brandished in a manic smirk, massaging at her quaking thighs. The familiar feeling of fullness, being pulled in and out of her cunt. The Hare’s head resting in the crook of her neck, hands of steel occupying her hips. Familiar was his strokes, slower and growing erratic each time she clenched around him. Has this happened before?

“There she goes again” The Hatter was observant. Privy to each time her brows furrowed. Thoughtful, closer yet farther than before. Seonghwa’s teeth bit at the supple flesh at the junction between her neck and collar, knocking the nth whine out of her. “Always trying to make sense” He exhaled sharply when her inside squeezed tightly, her body falling limp. A lifeless doll devoid of coherency when euphoria coursed through her.

“She’ll tire herself out” Hongjoong brought her legs to rest in his lap. One of the Hare’s arms now wound around her jittery figure. The other poured from a new teapot into a teacup in Hongjoong’s outstretched hand. Steam curling from the cup. The moon glowed with the intensity of the sun. Daylight? So soon?

When she’d captured the teacup from the Hatter’s hand. Steam no longer flew upward. A sip? Ice. As if it’d been left out for hours. “The…the rabbit?” she whispered, glancing between two men who were unbothered by her. “The rabbit stops by” Hongjoong’s eyes glinted with crazed amusement, watching her scramble out of Seonghwa’s lap.

“I must find him” Seonghwa shrugged at her statement, gesturing towards the fence door. “In due time” he remarked, the Hatter shaking his head. With each of her steps forward, the sounds of the party grew. As if guests had returned by the time her hand grabbed at the fence handle. “My dear?” Hongjoong called out from his seat, yet his voice murmured in her ear.

“The party can’t go on” Seonghwa continued, pouring tea for a faceless guest, his calm tone dancing in her other ear. “Parties die without their guest of honor” Hongjoong’s voice was an invitation. Just as it had been…just as it had always been. Never hours ago. Forever it seemed. 

She tilted her head back, a sheepish smile curved onto her expression. What had she been questioning? Where did the time go…no it seemed as if she’d always meant to be at the party. Sandwiched between the Hatter and Hare’s seats, cutting a slice of her unbirthday cake for another guest. Laughing at the repetitive chatter of the woman sat across from her.

“The white rabbit…where’d he go” She hissed beneath her breath, arm propped against a tree trunk. Lungs gasping for air, her eyes skimmed her surroundings. Sunlight barely peeked through the thick leaves above, the forest shrouded in mint green grass. It was somehow the most realistic sight she’d seen. After all she’d just crossed through the ocean, literally. With a peculiar leader everyone called “Mr. Dodo”.

Regardless, the rabbit’s footsteps evanescened not even a second after he touched the ground. There wasn’t a trace of him anywhere, no matter how far she ambled. The forest was dead.

Or so she thought?

A clearing, with logs arranged in a circle. A meeting area of sorts. Thickets of bushes surrounding it. She heard the glimpse of a conversation. Hushed voices. Yet nobody stood there. Reality’s logic didn’t apply here, shadows moved before people. Voices travelled while their owners had their mouths stitched.

She ambled forward, reaching out to brush her fingers against the log. Warm? As though someone had been there before she had. “Curious” her finger paused a moment longer, a smooth voice interrupting her. “Very—”. “—Curious” Another voice finished the statement? Both seemingly a hair away from her. Head snapping, only to be met with the fauna that seemed to grin knowingly. 

Empty logs, bushes that rustled in the warm breeze. There was nothing. “You never look properly”. “You never do”. Just a beat off, disapproving tuts came from either side of her. Yet each time she tilted, she was met with a lack of presence. Pulse pounding in her ears, sweat beaded at the nape of her neck. “If this is that damn cat again” she muttered. Moving to take a seat on one of the logs out of sheer exhaustion. Ice. Frozen in place. The log wasn’t empty anymore. Two men occupied it. Staring back at her, shaking their heads in tandem.

One tilted his head, the other repeated not a second later. Same direction, without so much as a glance at the other. “We were wondering—” The first spoke, and the other finished his statement. “—When you’d show up”. “You..you two were expecting me?” One nodded, like a chain reaction the other following. Seconds off each other, yet identical.

They could’ve been twins, if it weren’t for their facial features. They loomed in front of her, adorned with playful grins. Both of them dressed in a chemise that hung off their shoulders, off-white. Leather suspenders fastened onto their fitted black trousers. Even their boots were the same, scuffed at the toe, worn in.

“Who are you two?” She finally spoke up, only to receive two irritated sighs. “Well we are—” One pointed to the other, gesturing up and down as the other continued. “—Not waxworks clearly”. They huddled closer, shoulders resting against each other as they murmured. “She isn’t very hospitable”. “Nope. Ignored the introduction entirely”. One moved to fix the other’s suspender, as though it didn’t sit perfectly on his shoulder. The other spoke up once more. “We did offer the hand”. 

Her gaze squinted, trying to make sense of nonsense. When they both held out their left hands, same angle, smiles awaiting. “Who’s…who do I” The pair scoffed, eyes motioning towards each of their hands. “My hand of course” In unison, she hesitated. Dumbstruck, she held out both her hands, awkwardly shaking both of theirs to receive a nod of approval. “And that is how a guest acts—”. “—Shall we introduce myself?” One questioned, the other already pointing at him.

“He is Tweedle Dee but responds to Mingi” He spoke, the other pointing at him in the exact same angle. “He is Tweedle Dum but responds to Yunho”. Finally they gesture towards her, both their arms folded over their chests. “You however—” Mingi hummed, Yunho trailing on. “—Are Alice”.

“Alice? You guys have to be mistaken…I’m __” She replied, brows knitting in confusion as they laughed wittingly. “Alice but—” Yunho started and Mingi ended. “—Responds to__”. Her expression remained the same, the pair staring back at her contemplative. “Oh my—” Yunho sighed gently, tapping at his chin. “—She doesn’t understand,” Mingi tsked, and it was like she watched internal conflict. Unfolding, amongst them both, as one.

“We must show her” Yunho’s lips curved into a theatrical smile, Mingi puffing Yunho’s collar while the other did the same. “The Walrus and the Carpenter!” Both of them exclaimed, performative jazz hands that didn’t cease till the other clapped his hands together. “Show me what-” Two fingers from each man pressed themselves to her lips, crowding any means of walking past them.

“The Walrus and the Carpenter were walking close at hand—” Mingi strolled through the opening, Yunho waving around a branch like it were his hammer. “—The beach was wide from side to side, but much too full of sand!” Yunho shook his head, snatching off his boot and clanking it. Sand poured out?

The supposed ‘Walrus’ and ‘Carpenter’ continued till they found oysters beneath the sea, now crowding her space. She took a step backward, the pair advancing till her ankles hit the log. Falling back to sit on the log, their audience watching as they explained. The oysters were deceived and eaten by the Walrus, and then Carpenter chased after the Walrus..all because he was greedy.

Gawking at them like they’d just told the most foolish story ever, she felt more lost than anything. Silence engulfed the clearing. Birds selectively chirped in Wonderland. The trees held their breath, awaiting. “You skipped the beginning” Yunho reached out to brush dust off her puffy sleeve, as though it weren’t pristine. Mingi, watched over the forest. Then the two swapped, yet sat on either side of her now.

“What beginning? You guys make no sense-” Mingi gazed at her, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Your beginning Alice”. “Again with Alice- My name is __!” She scowled, swatting his hand away. The pair tilted their heads to eye her, without looking to the other for cue. “I mean..I just moved to-”. “No—” Yunho shook his head, Mingi following a pulse after. “—You’ve been here awhile”.

“..Fine. From the beginning you said?” She exhaled, voice reluctant as she paused. A moment of thought, what to say and what not. “I’ve lived a normal life, no tragic sob story” Yunho took a glance at his wrist, as if to look at a watch that wasn’t there. Mingi patted his mouth, suppressing a yawn that hadn’t come. Biting back a scoff, her hands were balled into fists at her lap. “It’s not like you two would understand”

Finally, that seemed to snatch their attention. Both of them, nodding in sync. “I just moved back in with my aunt,” Mingi interjected, shaking his head while Yunho spoke. “You’ve been expected—”. “—Here, yet you took longer than we thought” She let out a wry laugh, rolling her eyes as she continued. “Fine then, I moved to Wonderland and got a job as an accountant”.

“You were late chasing—” Mingi mused, Yunho like clockwork trailed in. “—The White rabbit”. “I wonder where he is,” she remarked, Yunho swaying his hand dismissively. “He is always lost—”. “—Are you lost Alice?” The question from the other halted her physically, unexpectedly thought-inducing.

“I don’t..know” The thoughts felt far. A distant memory, at the tip of her tongue yet not quite there. Her voice felt murky, just above the surface away from her body. The Tweedles chuckled in unison, Yunho nudging her shoulder while Mingi petted her head. “No fear—” Mingi grinned, Yunho mirroring his actions as the other swapped. “—You aren’t lost, what were you waiting for Alice?”

“It’s __, and I’m waiting for my paycheck” She grumbled, shrugging from their touch. “Not urgently—” Mingi replied, Yunho approving as he beamed. “—Eventually”. They didn’t appreciate her answer apparently, she pinched the bridge of her nose. It felt like nothing would satisfy them unless she yanked it out of the depths of her being.

“I’m waiting to belong, is that enough?” Their gazes zeroed on her, inquisitive. “What did you wish to accomplish?” Yunho inquired, his other half reaching over her to smooth a stray lock of hair that was sat perfectly combed. “You guys are so elusive” She murmured, Mingi retorting playfully. “And you aren’t?” Yunho laughed, the sound eerily melodic while Mingi jumped in not a second too late.

“Writing. I wanted to be a writer” She replied flatly, jaw ticking at the way they both found the joke so hilarious. “You are—” Yunho countered, Mingi holding out a book that came from nowhere. “—Of this story” Before she could grab it, Mingi held out a finger, wagging it like a disapproving parent. “A manuscript—”. “—Incomplete”

A multitude of curse words crossed her mind as she finally stood up abruptly, the pair watching. “You guys are absurd” Yunho cocked a brow, Mingi’s twitching before it followed. “Peculiar—” Mingi glanced at Yunho, ignoring her walking away. “—She doesn’t want to finish it?”. 

Storming towards the clearing’s edge, her ear just barely caught the flipping of pages. Leisurely, no rush. The forest held its breath, leaves frozen in time. “She was anxious to know—” Mingi narrated, Yunho taking his place. “—If she would ever belong?”. Her steps faltered, muscles stiffening. 

Coincidence? They paid attention to details, anybody could’ve told her that much. “Her cat—” Yunho recounted, Mingi sounding as if he held back a laugh. “—Diana watched her fall through”. Feet tied to the Earth, her head turned. Not to meet them, only half her face visible. “How…” her feet carried her back to stand before them. Automatic response accompanied with a disgruntled mutter.

Both of them reflected patience. The outcome they expected? No, the outcome they knew. “We were just—” Mingi gestured to the empty space on the log between them. “—Getting to the good part” Yunho held the book now. “What happens next?” The pair roared with laughter. She was hesitant to settle back between them, their eyes gleamed with mischief.

“Incomplete—” Yunho murmured, the sound resonating in one ear before Mingi spoke in the other. “—Unfinished” Their voices mingled, her own internal monologue dying down. The air was hot, distorting. A pink haze felt like it’d settled over. Flustering? She didn’t recall when they grazed either side of her. 

“Wouldn’t you like to know—” Mingi’s fingers thrummed at the hardcover of the black book, Yunho’s lanky fingers stretched over its spine. “—What happens next?” Speaking her thoughts into existence once more, Yunho flicked through the book. Mingi cleared his throat, and Yunho’s finger tapped at the single line on the page. Scrawled in black ink, yet gleamed magenta when the light hit it. 

“Alice had already chosen her place”

Prophecy? Maybe a final warning? She couldn’t tell, not when flamed exhales drew a flush over her cheeks up to the tips of her ears. She couldn’t remember why she’d ever stayed here. Any glimmer of what she’d in Wonderland for was nothing more than a lost thought. “That’s how it goes” Yunho’s voice held allure, and Mingi mirrored it without words. His hand she no longer struck away, traced a deliberate line at her thigh.

“How…what goes?” The ghost of a whisper, dire curiosity. It killed the cat, yet cemented their enticing smiles. Mingi’s hand trailed upwards, tilting her face toward him. Yunho’s hand found residence on her other thigh, imitating Mingi’s previous ministrations. The other’s finger hooked beneath her chin, welcoming as he tilted her face.

Breaths mingled, Mingi didn’t move to finish their distance. Drawing out his actions, the last curtain call. Single digit, turning her head like clockwork. Now facing Yunho, who foresaw this. His lips a painful breath away from hers. Gravity brought them together, her breaths waning. Peppering kisses along the side of her feverish neck was Mingi. Yunho’s hand stroking at her inner thigh.

Not demanding, patient. She didn’t realize when her legs had been pried apart. Only returning to reality when Yunho pulled away. Mingi’s lips awaited hers, kiss swollen. Yunho’s lips drew a reverent trail down to her collar. Near identical marks decorated either side of her once blemish free skin. By the time Mingi withdrew, a gasp slipped her. Rehearsed was the way two fingers caressed her. Through fabric she didn’t know when it’d soaked. 

She wasn’t herself. Not when Yunho nipped at her earlobe, Mingi breathed out. “There you go—”. Mingi’s teeth pinched her other lobe, Yunho finished quietly. “—Just like that” The air didn’t fill her lungs properly. Choked in her throat. They both let out gently pleased sounds, expecting. One finger dawdled at the bundle of nerves that left her trembling. The other taunting through her folds, not quite slipping into her.

One mind, two people. They didn’t have to so much as look. One moment, she was frozen on the log. The next, in Mingi’s lap. Yunho knelt in front of her, gallant with thinly veiled hunger. Mingi’s lips paid homage to the artwork on her neck. Biting sharply. Forcing whines that morphed into wanton moans.

Yunho’s two fingers curled into her. Gently memorizing each crevice. Pulling all the way out, only to slam themselves back in. Enough to have tears brimming at the corners of her eyes. Mingi’s fingers tip-toed along her front, hiking her dress up slightly. A single finger, rubbing aching circles onto her clit. Both names clawed out of her throat, yet neither gave them the chance to come out.

Her head lolled backward, whimpering like a puppy. She felt Yunho’s finger linger at the gummy spot deep inside. Dark spots clouded the edges of her vision. When Yunho had become Mingi, she didn’t notice. Swapping places, yet the newfound sensation of Mingi’s thick digits elicited a whine from her.

Relentless. One fucked her stupid on his fingers. The other? Kissed her neck, amplified her floatiness, how? By rubbing profuse shapes into her abused clit. Words no longer left her lips. Incoherent babbles. Where was she? All she could think of was the bliss that plagued her waking thoughts.

“Already there?—” Mingi chuckled, lidded eyes staring back at her. Yunho skimming his lips at the shell of her ear. “—Always so sensitive.” They read her like a book. Better than she knew herself. A story they’d already familiared themselves with. Her sounds grew airier, and their combined movements? Calculated and unfaltering.

The air smelt sweet, her muscles quivering with the strength of her release. The forest gasped as she lay in Yunho’s lap, undone. Limbs of jelly. Colors felt more saturated, unnervingly bright. Her legs ached, and it stirred coherency into her mind..of everything. “The..the rabbit” Her voice drifted, hands meekly feeling the bark.

“A pity—” Mingi let out a faint murmur, Yunho a low whistle. “—Persistent”. It all felt cryptic again. Shoes fixed on the floor, her thighs trembled in protest. Lazily setting herself to her feet. Her mission back in mind. She turned to face the two, greeted by their hushed whispering. Lips twisted into a scowl, the attitude cut through her trance.

They didn’t try to stop her again, yet the sound of scribbling echoed each of her footsteps. Even when she’d made it so far away. It breathed down her neck, up until she’d passed by an excruciatingly loud party. Smoke billowing from the array of teacups on the table. A crazily dressed man and human-like hare perched. Empty seat amongst them.

“Alice there you are!” The man with the hat grinned, bouncing from his seat to tilt the gate to the yard open. “Shall we save you a cup of tea?” The hare beckoned for her to join them, and she shook her head profusely. “My name is __!” Marching forward, the party had no intention of dying down. With or without her.

Along the winding pathway, an array of animals in comically colorful formalwear. Nodded at her. Acknowledged her like she belonged. A lizard walking in the opposite direction to her, tipped his cap. “Watch your step Alice, there’s a monster around!”. Her mouth moved to correct him, yet she couldn’t understand why she did so to begin with.

Belonging. In its eeriest form. All she’d ever yearned for. The path twisted and turned around, through the garden of flowers in spring bloom. Yet it all led back to the clearing. It no longer looked unknown. It welcomed her. Encouraged her to stay as long as her heart desired. Her brain no longer knew why she’d been running in circles.

Where did she hail from? Who would miss her? Beneath the depths of the ocean she’d crossed through, lied those answers. Hidden away out of her grasp. All the while, she took a seat. Two awaiting men. One hand found her shoulder, a sweet caress. The other, brushed at her thigh. “There you are Alice—” Mingi crooned, Yunho’s voice holding a tenderly possessive lilt. “—Right where you belong”. 

The laugh came from nowhere and echoed everywhere. Amused, it’d left the lips of someone who knew a secret. The entire world had a secret she simply wasn’t in on. Her head whirled around all the different directions, an expression of exhaustion plastered all over her features. “I’m going mad” she murmured, tears brimming in the corners of her wary eyes.

“We’re all a bit mad around here sweetheart” a taunting voice crooned in her ear, the sound of a tree branch shifting caught her ear. When her gaze snapped upward, she was met with a wide smirk. A wide smirk floating illogically above her, a mouth that beamed. Her mouth opened, yet the words died on her tongue.

“Don’t fret, I’m not really all there” The mouth moved, and slowly a face materialized. Bright yellow irises in eyes that teased her. Jet hair with tufts that framed the man’s face, dark purple cat ears peeking through. Limbs one by one, assembled themselves across the branch’s length. Fabrics distorted out of air to drape over him, a smoky mauve silk shirt that dipped to reveal the bare skin of his chest. Fitted slacks of deep plum, yet glistened as a dizzying fuschia.

He lay languidly along the tree branch, not even a sound came from the flimsy wood. “The girl the forest has raved on about, ___” he hummed knowingly. Striped tail swinging downward like a lazy pendulum. “Who are you?” When the courage finally made its way to her throat, he let out a low laugh. Gaze lit as he peered at her, “I’m everything yet, nothing. To most, the Cheshire Cat. But, you? You may call me Wooyoung”. 

Humming to himself, his knowing stare sneered at her. The statement came out in a sing-song tone, face now propped in his hand while his shadow on the turquoise ground warped unnaturally. “You want to go home don’t you sweetheart?” The pet name felt condescending, tail brushing against her cheek as if it’d console her. Pulse racing as she nodded quickly, it elicited a mocking pout from him. “Please I must get back home Wooyoung-” His ridiculing exhale interrupted her, peering down at her whilst he shook his head. “Sweetheart, what does home mean to you?”. Her tongue poked at her inner cheek, his brows raised while tapped at his wrist.

“Peculiar, they always say the same thing” A sigh of pure frustration spilled from her lips, fists balled up at her side. There was nothing more she wanted than to be away from this distorted forest that perplexed her, laying safe in her bed. “I am begging you, please tell me how to get home” he stared at her, lips curled into a grin that seemed to be his staple.

“Those seeking answers try the king”. “I don’t give a-”. “Language sweetheart, that’s no way to talk” the wide grin hinted otherwise, her brows knitted together as she contemplated his words. “I don’t need a king, I need a way back home” her jaw ticked, arms folding over each other as she tapped at the ground. It thrummed back, trees groaning in lecture.

“If it’s answers you want, they send you to the king” his tone inviting while he repeated himself. “How…how do I find” he didn’t bother to let her finish, tail curling forward to point down the path. “Some choose this path, others? Follow the rabbit. You however, may as well pass through here” his tail drew a shape into the air, wind gusting in her direction. A doorway into..a garden? With roses dripping in bloody paint.

She took a step forward, the Cheshire cat’s laughter dissipating with the doorway. The air was thick, servants dressed as cards rushed around the garden. Buckets of rouge and paintbrushes doused in the paint, swiping frantically over white roses perfectly in bloom. She didn’t have time to speak, a card shoving a pail and brush into her hands. “Make haste, start on that bush” he murmured, voice pitchy with dread of something.

“I’m looking for the King” she replied, only to receive restless silence in response. The ground shook with the intensity of an earthquake, the cards assembling in a line inhumanly swift. Keeling forward and pressing their heads into the minty grass.

“You don’t belong here do you my dear?” A deep voice, polite? Somehow it sliced through the atmosphere scarily calm. A tall man, clad in a suit of dark wine. Atop his head rested a crown of dangerous metal shards, tips decorated in hearts. His face was serene, gaze as sharp as his features. 

The smile on his face was genuine enough to unsettle her. “Now, it is rude to leave questions unanswered” his words brought her out of her anxious thoughts. A hand beckoning her forward, scowling guards assembled behind him. “I..I’m not from here, I’m trying to find my way home” shifting on her feet, he nodded in understanding.

“But of course my dearest. Aren’t the roses lovely this time of year, sweetheart” The final word, her ears perked up. It didn’t come from the king now guiding her through the garden. A breath near her ear, head tilting to find a fading leer beside her head.

“Did you say that?” She questioned, the King’s smile tightening imperceptibly. “Did I say what dear?” He led her into a court-like room. A white rabbit impatiently glancing at his pocket watch, card soldiers sounding trumpets while the King walked. “I…just thought you-“ her eyes widened when she realized where she was standing.

A courtroom jury made up of an array of humans with animal features. Dressed to the nines in clashing, vivid colors. Their eyes glued to her, now standing in the middle of the room like a child being ridiculed. “Now my dear, you stand in my courtroom, you ought to show some respect” The king’s footsteps echoed on the marbled flooring, even and definite.

“His majesty of Wonderland, his excellency Choi San, the King of Hearts calls the court in session” The white rabbit stood beside the judge’s box where the king was now sat, looking over the crowd with kindness. “The suspect, ___, whom is charged on treason against the kingdom” His foot thumped rapidly as he spoke, and she stared dumbfounded at the scene.

“Are you mad-“. “Dear, you mustn’t speak unless spoken to. Your turn to defend yourself will come, I’m nothing if not gracious” the king’s tone held finality that had her biting down on her tongue. He was her only way back home, as much as this entire dream was absurd, she nodded slowly.

“Now then, you may speak, tell me how you plead my dear?” She immediately opened her mouth to reply, chuckling coming from her left side. The ghost of a tail trailing on her calf halting her, “Right on time” he whispered. “I need you to shut up!” The words came out louder than she’d intended, the jury erupting into gasps at the blasphemy.

“No no- I was talking to the cat! I plead innocent, your majesty” She spoke nervously, a nod of approval soothing her jittery nerves momentarily. His excellency stared at her, calculating. Fingers thrumming at the wooden desk, rhythmic until just one finger hit differently. “Ah, they always do this next” the devil..no the cat on her shoulder remarked, probably grinning. The king’s incessant drumming came to an abrupt pause.

“Oh my dear, this simply won’t do.”

The card soldiers stood in formation, barrelling towards her. The jury shrieked together, off time by the sliver of a second, “GUILTY! OFF WITH HER HEAD!”. The world blurred around her in hauntingly saturated streaks of color. When the shadows twisted and loomed closer, her head turned painfully slow. The exit stretched further and she bolted towards it. Each of her steps felt heavy, sluggish. She felt the pinch of the guard’s spade spear grazing her back, yanking the door.

Running down the winding hallway, each time she turned the corner it led back to the courtroom. A hare from the jury thumped towards her from the left, appearing on the right and charging right for her. Sharp left and somehow, the hallway led into Tulgey Wood. Tree branches fell lower, crowding her in. The pathway, claustrophobically narrow.

Her lungs cried for even breaths, face sheen with sweat as she kept dashing. The soldiers and jury alike chased after her, hollering about her treason. Her eyes were trained in front and behind her, yet missed the tree branch that stretched with intention. A meek yelp and she fell face first, the sounds of the crowd growing near impossibly fast.

Tears welled in the corners of her eyes as the ground rumbled with the crowd, just as angry it seemed. She shifted just a bit, legs aching as she leaned her head against the tree trunk. Shadows cast over the ground, she ready to close her eyes and accept the sick joke that was fate. 

“Right on time sweetheart”

A smug grin dressed Wooyoung as he waved leisurely down at her, petting her head with his tail. Her eyes widening as she jerked her head upward, wincing when it came into harsh contact with the tree bark. Just as she scrambled to her feet, the guards turned around the corner, they would be there in seconds. His body faded leisurely, materializing with no rush to the imminent danger.

Tail winding itself around her waist, a possession. She opened her mouth to beg him to get her out, yet the guards paused right before her. All the while his chest pressed against her back, warm breath shackling around her throat. Soon enough the herd of people bolted in the opposite direction, and air gushed into her tired lungs. Pulse stuttering in response. They passed like she wasn't standing there in plain sight.

“And here you are”. The words felt..intentful. His body shifted just a bit closer, making her aware of how close he stood. Tail tightening, and no guards were near. He remained there, suffocating her personal space. ‘Why isn’t he moving?’ A thought meant to remain in the depths of her mind.

His lips ghosted over the shell of her ear, his hand stroking her waist. “Why would I, sweetheart?” Her throat tightened, mouth dry. An embarrassed flush crept from her face to the tips of her ears, and it pestered her. This was a cruel nightmare yet, goosebumps rose along her arm when he whispered. A voice of velvet, temptation wrapped in silk. Her instincts begged her to end this hellish encounter.

Yet, her feet remained planted on the ground, each breath hesitant.  Tail trailing along the side of her legs, an intrigued purr reverberated at her ear. “Wonderland finds its way to balance the scales”. A beat of silence followed, guiding. “You..you knew” the absent lean a fraction of an inch backward. Wonderland, which reacted to her tiniest of movements, slowed down. The hand at her waist became both on either side.

“There it is, sweetheart” His tone dipped, its newfound depth dizzying. “All this time?” her head tilted to find his face a heartbeat away. Lips curled up into the shadow of a leer, eyes narrowed to hungry slits. “You knew the ending” she breathed in his slow exhale, her gaze roaming over him with realization. “You..planned it all” she felt the chuckle spill from him, his lips silhouetting her own. “You always do catch on eventually” her brain was trained on him, his face blurred slightly from their closeness.

Inevitable, was the way his lips moulded to hers. Plush, his hands gripped at her waist. When the tree trunk hit her back, she couldn’t remember. He was hypnotic, and wrong. Her body ached ‘yes’, brain blaring ‘no’. Her lower lip tugged between his teeth, an eye peeking at her involuntary whine. “I wondered if you’d do that again, sweetheart” the purr deep in his chest, face dwindling to the crook of her neck.

The warm puff of air burnt flames at her heated skin. His lips pressed at her pulse, musing at its stuttered pace. “You-” Any semblance of a sentence was caught in her throat. When his hand had hitched beneath the tattered edges of her blue dress, she couldn’t grasp. Not when his agile fingers played with the hem of her underwear. “Always so clueless” he breathed, prodding at the soaked cloth separating his finger from where she needed him most.

A strangled moan clawed out of her throat in lieu of her question, a lengthy digit sheathed in her aching heat. His pleased laugh replied, “Enough talking sweetheart”. His finger slid in and out of her at a painfully languid pace, drawing out obscenities he simply ‘tsked’ at. Like most of his actions, it was unexpected when his finger slipped out of her needy cunt. It stirred a whimper out of her, yet her eyes followed his movements with thirst.

“Hm” observational, lidded gaze glued to hers as he brought his middle finger to his lips. Glossy with her arousal, his tongue flicked at the digit. Wrapping his lips around it, she watched him with wide eyes. Flabbergasted and mystified as to why he lowered to his knees, holding her gaze while he spoke. “Curious, you always did enjoy this more” Before she could question him, the answer lay in his actions.

A clawed nail tore through the middle of her underwear, before his lips attached themselves to her sopping cunt. Her head lolled backward, stray hairs caught in the rough bark. It dug into her back but all she could think of was the way his tongue thrusted into her. Controlled strokes as he licked at her gummy walls, free hand drawing circles onto her swollen clit. “Fuck” she whispered, breathless.

Eyes rolling into the back of her head as he slurped up her arousal, stray droplets dribbling down his chin. She found herself unable to form cohesive words. His tongue caressing her gushing insides. All she could think of was him. Pitchy moans bubbled from her lips. The forest a murky pink, dazing. Breaths coming out in short pants. Her muscles tensed when a finger found its way into her amidst his tongue taunting her slit.

His rumbling laugh sent euphoric vibrations through her, desperate cries coming out before she could stop them. She just barely registered his furry tail lingering at her cheek, brushing away a tear of stimulation. It curled around her chin, leading her to find glowing amber eyes smirking at her. 

Knot in her stomach tightening, his clawed hands gripped at her thighs. Holding her firm, yet the way they dug in her skin. Threatening to draw blood, deliberate. Muscles quivering, it all felt..eerily real. Sucking in a shaky breath, the air filled her a beat too late. The forest colors that once stung her eyes, dulling subtly.

“There it is” he murmured, pulling away. Her hand darted out to tug him back, yet it moved in slow motion. The trunk her back once lay against, dissolved into black nothingness. “Don’t fret sweetheart” he stood up to his full height, yet felt too far. Arm reached out as she grabbed at air, falling backward while he merely observed.

Grinning.

Knowing.

“Don’t worry, you always come back”

The sun’s rays burned through her eyelids, heaving for air as she sat upright. Her back ached..from laying on her dingy couch? A throw blanket haphazardly thrown over herself, yet it didn’t shield her from the living room’s icy atmosphere. Television buzzing with whatever she’d left on last night, her eyes roamed around.

Mundane, just as she’d left it.

A dream. They were all results of random neurons firing. She knew that better than anyone. Yet why did something gnaw at her thoughts all morning. As though she had forgotten something crucial. Somehow the feeling was brushed into the back of her head. Perhaps it was an essay her professor would chew her off about later during lectures. Regardless, her bag was packed and she currently stood impatiently in line.

“Coffee…it’ll clear my head” she spoke to herself, scrolling through her seemingly endless emails. She didn’t bother looking up, clicking at her phone while she ordered a simple black coffee. “Will that be all, sweetheart?“

Silence. The patrons were a lightyear away. Her head snapped up, only to find the barista staring at her unamused. She let out a quiet exhale, shaking her head as she retrieved her receipt. She stood amongst the crowd awaiting their drinks, ‘A coincidence, he was being nice’.

“Order for __?” Did she say her name to the cashier? She couldn’t recall, it felt weirdly fuzzy in thought. Shrugging she walked over the counter, grabbing the cup and glancing at the barista. He looked familiar, a name at the tip of her tongue. Yet his gaze was polite, like that of any underpaid cafe employee.

She inspected the cup absently, expecting to see her name scribbled on it. The cafe’s noises felt like they were hushing. Incessant machinery’s whirring coming to a steadied silence. The people no longer truly present. 

 “Not all here”