[masterlist in bio]
30 january 2020
a/n: i felt good about woo’s so pls at least read his,,,also members under the cut since this is so long oops

warning: implications of sex, vulgar language

s e o n g h w a ♡

• he finds it funny, really
• the fact that he’d spent so much time focusing on you and you only, had given up so much for you and you just took advantage of him like it was nothing
• it’s hilarious to him to look back on how fucking stupid he’d been to ignore the feeling in his gut and try to wait it out in hopes of his suspicions being false
• but of course, like everything else, it was too good to be true
• he’s been waiting for you to come home for a good few hours now
• you haven’t been answering your phone at all and god knows where you are at this hour
• and this isn’t the first time either. but seonghwa doesn’t like being by himself, so he always goes back to the dorms during these situations. and you know that
• but you don’t know this time he’s decided to wait, to see what’s really going on, if it’s really worth staying and trusting you
• when he finally hears the lock of the door clicking, he’s up against the counter in the kitchen with his arms folded over his chest that’s moving heavily up and down
• and it only gets worse when he hears not only you giggling, but also another voice he doesn’t recognize
• he harshly knocks down a chair on his way into the living room, storming all the way to the man whose neck you’ve attached your lips to, grabbing him by the collar and swinging his fist into his jaw as hard as he can
• kicking him a couple more times as he falls to the ground
• you’re terrified of what seonghwa’s going to do to him or what he’s going to do to you
• but there’s no point. he’s too much of a gentleman to ever lay a hand on you
• so all he does is scream and shout at you about how he shouldn’t have stayed, how dumb he was to believe your lies, how he should have been able to see right through you the whole time
• and he hopes you’re fucking happy with the douchebag bleeding on the floor and if you want to be with him so much take him and leave, your stuff will be outside in the morning
• after you’re gone, it’s hard for him to think. maybe it’s because he’s tired
• or he’s completely hopeless from losing the one thing that kept him sane
• but is now causing the worst pain he never thought he’d feel

h o n g j o o n g ♡

• he’s been too busy with work to notice how distant you’ve become the past few weeks
• and maybe it’s his own fault this happened since he hasn’t made time for you
• but he’s still hurt and heartbroken and it’s still not a good enough excuse to throw away everything he’s done for you
• hongjoong told you he’d be home before you go to bed, but he finds himself caught up in work again, losing track of time
• he curses at himself under his breath, haphazardly grabbing his things to get to you as quickly as possible
• he wants to make it up to you, he really does
• but the idea’s completely thrown out the window as he opens the door to find you on the couch with another man
• he stumbles in shock, not sure what to do or say
• all you do is give him a small look and stand up slowly, calmly beginning to speak as if you’ve been expecting this to happen
• it’s not that hongjoong doesn’t want to hear your explanation, just that he physically can’t
• his breathing and heartbeat are too fast to consider safe. his vision begins to blur, but he doesn’t know if it’s from tears or because he’s beginning to feel lightheaded
• heloved you. he gave you everything he could for you and you didn’t care
• he told you in the beginning time management would be difficult and if it was going to be a problem to talk to him
• you stepped on his heart and spit on it like he means nothing to you
• he doesn’t realize he’s been screaming or crying until his fist comes in contact with the wall. he also notices you haven’t said anything or tried to justify yourself at all
• he shakily turns his head in your direction but your eyes are somewhere else, arms folded over your chest and an almost-guilty look on your face
• and he looks at the boy he assumes is the one you’ve been with. he’s practically in the same stance as you, trying not to get caught up in everything
• the room feels hot. too hot for hongjoong to stay
• so he walks past you and begins to grab some things, thanking himself for never leaving too much at your place
• he leaves without another word. he wanted to tell you how much he fucking hates you, but then he’d be lying through his teeth
• you don’t deserve to be hated anyway, and he silently wishes you the best because all he’s every wanted is for you to be happy
• and if he can’t give it to you, he’s more than satisfied to let you find something else to take his place

y u n h o ♡

• maybe he should have listened to the guys all the times they’d told him they’d had a bad feeling about you from the beginning
• or maybe he should have just put in a little bit more effort, giving you more than you’d ever wanted
• but there’s no point in thinking about that now. it’s too late.
• he’ll never be able to describe the feeling of walking in on the love of his life with their legs wrapped around another man’s waist
• the man you said was nothing more than a coworker. the constant meet-ups for “work purposes” were clearly just quick fucks behind yunho’s back
• he’s angry, sure. that’s a given
• but he’s more confused and insecure and broken-down than anything
• what did he do wrong? what does this man give you that he doesn’t? did you ever really love him?
• tears are already streaming down his cheeks as he screams for the man to get the fuck out of his house
• but as soon as he’s gone, yunho goes quiet except for the sobs that escape his throat
• he wants to talk. to know what happened when. and he’s willing to give you another chance
• he knows he shouldn’t. he doesn’t want to think about what the guys would say about this
• but he loves you way too much to ever let you go like this
• his feelings for you could rival that of someone who was genuinely obsessed. a stalker, if you were willing to go that far
• he’s willing to do anything to keep you by his side. you two can move on together
• but when you tell him there’s no moving on, there’s nothing the world has to offer the two of you anymore
• he falls to the ground in pieces
• he’s crying so hard he barely makes any noise
• he can’t breathe. he’s shaking. he wants everything to stop
• he begs and begs and begs for you to stay. he can’t live without you
• yunho can barely hear your apology as you step around him and walk out in the direction of your new lover, leaving him on the floor alone with his demons
• he’d spend the next nights wondering what he did wrong
• what he could have done differently to have made you stay
• his body is completely drained of energy. every night he limps to the bed, alone, to cry himself to sleep
• ever so slightly hoping he doesn’t wake up

y e o s a n g ♡

• yeosang is a very attentive man. he should have been able to pick up on all the little things that would have led to this situation
• but you’re a very secretive person. good enough to keep it from him for however long this shit has been going on.
• it hurts that he found out through a friend. he doesn’t know if it would have been better for him to see it directly, but he’s still glad he didn’t.
• wooyoung had pulled him aside a few weeks ago to tell him that he’d seen you kissing someone he didn’t recognize. but yeosang didn’t want to believe it
• so he waited it out and paid close attention to your actions. he can’t really tell what’s different, but it doesn’t add up nonetheless
• and yeosang is not a confrontational person in the slightest
• so when he comes to you with a simultaneously angry and terrified look on his face, you already know you’re in shit
• he’s direct and straight to the point. not that you’d expect anything else from him
• “are you seeing someone else?”
  
• it doesn’t take a psychologist to recognize the way you tear your gaze away from him and try to hide the pure guilt on your face
• you don’t answer. so he repeats his question, but harsher and louder and more aggressive.
• “are you fucking cheating on me? fucking answer me, y/n!”
  
• he’s already zoned you out by the time you start spitting apologies from your lips
• he doesn’t understand what he did wrong
• he took care of you
• he dropped everything for you the second you called
• he put you before everything
• he’s been through absolute hell for you
• but you really took that for granted
• and the fact that you’ve had the audacity to tell him you love him? you’re a fucking liar
• yeosang doesn’t hate many things, but liars definitely top the list
• but he’s never really encountered liars like you. nobody’s ever gone that far to rip his heart out and stomp on it
• so he doesn’t know what else to do other than run out of the apartment and let his legs carry him as far as they can take him
• he doesn’t know where he’s going
• he can’t tell if he’s crying or if the cold wind is making his eyes water
• but as long as he can get as far away from you as he possibly can, it doesn’t really matter at the moment.

s a n ♡

• though san is one of the members to fall the hardest, he’s attentive and mature enough to know when things aren’t going as well as they used to be
  
• he’s noticed you’ve been a bit more distant lately
• you’ve been on your phone a lot and have been staying out later
• and more often you have excuses to not spend time with him, so of course he already has his suspicions
• but he’s been terrified of saying or doing something in fear of being wrong and damaging your trust
• until now, a little past two-thirty in the morning when you get a text from a name he’s noticed on your phone before
• and you must have not been smart enough to change your passcode, he thinks as he opens the message to find pictures of you he’s never seen even though he’s the only one who should have
• his blood begins to boil, but not as much as it would have had he not already figured you’ve been doing things behind his back
• he quietly slips out of bed so as not to wake you up, but the action is completely pointless once he picks up your phone and hurls it at the farthest wall as hard as he possibly can, a loud grunt escaping his throat
• your body shoots up, confused as to what san is making such noise for
• but it clicks when you flick the light on and see san’s stance
• his hands are balled into fists so tight his knuckles are white, his face red and scrunched up in anger
• there are darkness and betrayal clear in his eyes, almost making you scared of what he’s going to do
• there’s a lot of things he wants to do, but all he can is yell and let his emotions out
• how he shouldn’t have let this played out so long
• how he believed you when you told him you loved him and no one else
• he screams for you to get out, but the only direction you move in is towards him in an attempt to convince him to let you stay
• all you did was make it worse. you don’t deserve to stay
• he picks up the framed picture of the two of you and throws it the same way he did your phone, finally causing you to leave
• he doesn’t care if you don’t have your stuff or if he’s sending you on your own in the middle of the night. you don’t matter to him now
• you could get hit by a car for all he cares, and he’d think you deserved it
• all that matters is that he’s finally gotten everything taken care of and never has to see you again

m i n g i ♡

• unless there’s been a fight between the two of you, it’s rare that mingi’s in a bad mood when you’re around him, even if he’s had the literal shittiest day in all of human history
• you’re the first person he goes to when he needs someone to lean on or listen to him rant about everything on his mind
• you don’t even have to do anything to make him feel better. just the thought of you makes his heart beat faster with pure love and gratefulness that he found you
• so it’s really unexpected when you, the sole person he’s willing to give up his life for, do the exact opposite of what you normally do
• today wasn’t a particularly stressful one, but he’s still dying to lie in your arms and listen to the soft thumping of your heart right now
• he goes to make his way to your shared bedroom, already walking a bit slowly from being so worn out from practice
• but all of his movements cease–including his breathing and probably his heartbeat, too–when he takes his first steps into the hallway
• there you are, pinned up against the wall by somebody he recognizes to be “just a friend” from a while back
• he notices how you scramble away from your partner when you realize he’s standing there, so you do know that what you’re doing is wrong
• so why are you still doing it?
• he has so many emotions right now he doesn’t even know how he’s feeling
• but it absolutely tears him up inside
• did you ever really love him? was he just a toy to you?
  
• he’s useless. of course it was too good to be true. nobody could ever love him. he was stupid to think that you shared the same feelings he had for you
• the other man’s already left the house by now. i’ll stop by later, he said. it just made the situation worse.
  
• he’s rambling and he’s crying and he’s bumping into things trying to back away from you
• don’t fucking touch him. he wants to say it. he tries, but the words get caught between sobs in his throat
• it feels almost as if he’s dreaming. it’s what he wants to believe, anyway. so he doesn’t bother stopping you when you wrap your arms around his body and pull his head into your chest, dropping to your knees on the floor where he sits now
• he lets you cradle him even though he knows you shouldn’t. he’s so, so confused.
• it’s a hard debate in his head, whether or not to leave
• he loves you way too much to ever even think of letting you go
• maybe, he thinks, there’s a solution. everyone deserves a second chance, right…?

w o o y o u n g ♡

• wooyoung is someone who falls in love easily. and when he does, the feelings are extremely strong to where it takes a lot to let go
  
• he forgives and forgives because he loves you so much and he’s given you his entire soul to take care of
• but never has he expected you’d crush it just like that
• a few hours ago, he texted you to let you know he’s coming home early
• he didn’t get a reply, so he assumed you were busy or simply taking a nap
• god, how he wishes that were the case
• he gently closes the door and sets his bags down before padding to the bedroom, trying to be quiet just in case you’re asleep
• it’s only now that he hears sounds that definitely don’t sound like snores
• sounds that definitely aren’t coming from you
• the feeling of his heartbeat pounding against his ribcage is almost terrifying when met with his hands shaking without rhythm
• he prays you’re just watching a video and you’re by yourself and he can just walk in and take care of you
• but when he opens the door, he’s greeted with the sight of you on your knees with hands that aren’t his in your hair
• he’s flooded with so many emotions—anger, fear, heartbreak—that he doesn’t even notice your partner scrambling to pull his pants up or you walking closer with your hands out, struggling to find an explanation
• tears completely blur his vision as he tries to back away from you, not yet knowing what to say or do
• but his mind takes over and his voice gets loud, slamming his fist against the doorframe, screaming for the two of you to get out and never come back
• he screams and punches his fist against the wall, not caring if you can hear from outside and not stopping until blood is visibly dripping from his knuckles down his forearm
• he’s angry at himself for not being so naïve, angry at you for taking advantage of him, angry at god for allowing something so terrible to happen to him
• and the anger fizzles into sorrow, and the sorrow fizzes into hopelessness
• and all he can do from here is curl against the wall and cry until his head pounds at the tempo of his broken heart

j o n g h o ♡

• it all began when you started calling someone’s name in your sleep. a name that wasn’t jongho’s.
• he didn’t know who he assumed it to be, but he tried not to think too much of it
• he should have, though
• the last time he hears you call that name, you’re not asleep
• you’re lying on the couch, yes, but you’re just as awake as he is
• his first reaction is shocked. this was not what he expected to come home to. hell, he didn’t even know you were gonna be here, let alone cheat on him
• his second reaction is angry. he’s fucking pissed at the person whose was sitting between your legs moments ago, a place jongho thought was reserved for him and him only. who is he to think he has the same rights?
• then he’s pissed at you. who the fuck do you think you are, letting some stranger go down on you on the same couch you sat with your boyfriend just last night, telling him you loved him?
• then he’s pissed at himself. he should have known better. he didn’t see any signs, but he should have picked up on them. they had to have been there
• the way his brows furrow and his nose scrunches puts a terrifying expression on his face. you’ve never seen him like this, and it was probably for the best
• he tells the man simply to get the fuck out. when he doesn’t do it quick enough, jongho grabs him up by the collar and knocks his fist square into his jaw before practically throwing him out the door and slamming it shut hard enough for a nearby picture to fall off of the wall
• his third reaction is denial. he’s shaking when he turns back around to you. he begs you to tell him it’s all a dream. tell him it’s just some sick prank and none of this ever really happened and everything can go back to how it was yesterday
• it breaks your heart to see the rivers already streaming endlessly down his cheeks
• his last sliver of hope disappears, however, when you only respond with apologies. you can’t even think of an excuse to give him. he would find that funny if he weren’t in this current situation
• his final reaction his heartbreak. there’s no going back. how long has this been going on? he wonders. but he doesn’t bother to ask
• he turns just enough to be able to punch the wall hard enough to leave a hole before plodding past you to the bedroom, not even sparing a glance at you
• “i want all your shit out of here by the time i wake up.” it’s not a suggestion, even with the lack of authority in his voice. he sounds so drained, so helpless, so broken inside.
  
• he doesn’t know why he’s lying in bed. he’s not tired. he can’t sleep
• all it does is remind him of you. but it’s a good place to cry, he supposes. locked out from the world. just him, himself, and he. nobody else.
• especially not you

i rly wanna make an interactive au but would anybody even be interested

ATEEZ Mingi: One Condition (oneshot)

Genre: angst, mild fluff, mafia au, rivals to lovers au (?)

Pairing: Mafia!Mingi x Mafia!Reader (fem)

Warnings: profanities, violence, guns, death.

It was four hours past midnight. You were talking a walk in your area, preparing yourself for the mission you had to go on in a couple of hours.

You walked in the narrow, dimly lit streets that were sandwiched between old buildings. Your pockets were stuffed with your cold hands, and you fiddled with your pocket knife.

“Your fucking gang ruined it!” you heard a man yell, the sound quite close to where you were. “I’ll fucking kill you, son of a bitch!”

You were going to walk away as you didn’t like interfering in other’s business, but you were really curious about this situation after the man said the word ’gang.’

You quickly followed the sound and found yourself standing in a dark alley where two men were beating up another man. The victim groaned in pain when one of the men kicked his leg. You felt bad for the victim who was outnumbered.

“You’ve got the wrong gang, like I said before,” the victim managed to say. His voice was deep and you instantly recognized him from previous encounters.

Song Mingi from Ateez, in charge of Ateez’s amazing weaponry from what you’ve heard. You thought of going away as Ateez was your rival and you shouldn’t bother about whether anyone in their gang dies or not, but instead, you made your presence known.

“Why are you beating the poor bastard up?” you questioned the two men who whipped around at the sound of your voice, ready to attack. You chuckled, moving towards them. They felt relieved when they saw you: a woman. Little did they know, you were one of the most skilled snipers in the mafia.

“What’s a little girl like you doing here?” the bigger of the two men said with a smirk, checking you out. You innocently smiled although you wanted to shoot them; how dare they underestimate you just because you’re a woman?

“I asked you a question,” you stated.

“Go back home, baby girl, this isn’t a place for girls like you… unless you wanna come with us and have some fun?” The two men laughed while your blood boiled.

You immediately reached for your gun in your back pocket. Without any warning, you shot both the men straight in the forehead. They collapsed to the ground, meeting their death.

“Assholes,” you mumbled, moving over their pathetic bodies to get to Song Mingi. He tried to sit up, grunting in pain during the process. “Why were they beating you up?” you questioned, putting your gun back in your pocket.

“I don’t think that’s any of your business, darling,” he remarked, trying to stand up.

You grinned. “You’re my rival, of course it’s my business.” Mingi rolled his eyes while he stood on his feet, groaning in pain.

“Well, I’ll tell you since you won’t gain anything from it. They think my gang sabotaged their drug deal,” he said, leaning against the wall. “We didn’t even know them.”

You hummed, your eyes scanning the tall man from head to toe. You couldn’t deny that he was handsome and his voice could make your knees go weak. If only he wasn’t your rival…

“Never thought I’d see you checking me out again,” Mingi said with a smirk. You cleared your throat, looking away from him.

“Where’s your base? I’ll take you there cause you clearly can’t walk on your own,” you offered.

He laughed. “Are you planning on dying, Y/N?”

You shrugged. “I saved your life, Ateez won’t bother killing me.”

“No, you killed the men cause they pissed you off. Otherwise, I’m sure you would’ve enjoyed watching them murder me.”

You’re wrong. “Hmm, maybe. Anyway, do you want me to help you go home or not?”

Mingi contemplated about your offer for a second; the worse that could happen was your gang killing you for helping your rival, or his gang killing you for setting foot in their territory. “Fine, let’s go… but on one condition.”

You raised an eyebrow. “It better not be something stupid, Song Mingi.”

Mingi snorted, limping to you until he was standing right in front of you, towering over your smaller form. His bruised hand moved up to gently cup your cheek.

“I want to kiss you. That’s the condition.”

Your breath hitched and you stared at his face, checking to see if he was joking or not. As if he had read your mind, he said, “I’m serious about this. One kiss, that’s all.”

You wrapped your arms around Mingi’s neck, pulling him down to kiss you. The kiss was slow and gentle, contrary to how your dangerous lives were. Your heartbeat raced and your knees grew weak while Mingi deepened the kiss. You mentally cursed yourself for being like this for him; you weren’t brought up that way.

Mingi pulled away, leaning his forehead against yours. “Thank you… we can leave now.”

-

“Now, now, gentlemen, that’s not how you treat your guest,” you remarked, glancing at Yunho and San who had their guns pointed at you. You helped Mingi to sit on a nearby chair, confusing the other gang members.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Yeosang questioned while Seonghwa immediately checked Mingi’s wounds.

“What does it look like? I brought one of your members home,” you stated, stifling a yawn.

“What do you want? Why did you beat him up?” Yunho interrogated.

Before you could reply, Mingi beat you to it. “She wasn’t the one who beat me up. In fact, she saved me from those unknown bastards who attacked me,” Mingi explained. The boys glanced at each other, wondering whether Mingi was speaking the truth. They trusted him a lot, yes, but since he has the softest heart amongst them, they doubted if he was being honest; they would kill you in an instant if you hurt any of their members, and Mingi knew that very well.

“And where are the attackers?” Hongjoong questioned.

“I shot them,” you replied and cleared your throat. “Now, excuse me, gentlemen, I’ve got a mission to prepare for.” You glanced at Mingi with a small smile. “Hope you get better soon, Mingi.” You turned around, ready to leave.

“Wait!” Mingi yelled out, making your steps halt. “Will I see you again?” The other seven men looked at him like as if he was insane.

You turned around, a sly smirk on your face.

“Sure, but on one condition… you have to kiss me again.”

☆ demon slayer!au pillar!mingi x demon! you (insp. by the kny series)
this is a holiday gift for a secret santa, hope you and they enjoy!
tw: blood, death, violence central themes, angst

• the most terrifying thing about being reborn is the confusion
• when your eyes open again, nothing around you is familiar - you don’t even have a vague sensation of direction.
• everything seems bleak and foreign and before you can try to ask yourself - what is my name?
• the gnashing, red hunger flames up and through every vein in your body to distract you
• your tongue runs over the top of your teeth on instinct. your canines have turned into big glossy fangs.
• “theyhave to die.”
• the voice isn’t in the room with you, but it sounds like it is.
• you turn your head and the four walls made of wood stare back at you with cold indifference
• the reply comes out with a pained, pleading sound
• “please, what if i can save-”
• “a demon doesn’t get saved. you are a constant reminder of that very fact - what would any of the other pillars say if you had called them instead?”
• silence follows and then in the sudden stillness a door is shoved to the side so hard that it splinters at the edges
• light spills out and into your darkness, you feel yourself squirm to get up, but something hard and cold holds down your wrists
• “if you can’t do it, i will.”
• instinct tells you to fight a little harder, that if you really put in the effort you can easily snap out of these restraints because a new kind of power engulfs you
• aninhumanpower
• the edge of a long sword, engraved with a mantra that seems so familiar, appears
• “san don-”
• “it’ll be a fast death.”
• the steel shatters around your wrists and you open your mouth to scream - but it doesn’t sound like that when the noise escapes you
• the resonance of your voice shakes the house
• it causes san to step back in the aftermath and you take the second to get up onto your feet and jump past him and toward the open window
• the winter wind and chill slides off your skin like it’s nothing, something splits your mind between running straight and never looking back or turning back because in that house
• in what was your house
• are two living, breathing, full-blooded humans.
• one is san and the other is -
• the snow under your feet suddenly feels wet, every step whips it against your ankles and you don’t remember his name
• flashes of memories appear like ripped up photographs
• smiling faces, the sound of mass laughter, a man dressed in wedding garb, a man holding his hand out to you, a man with his hand on the hilt of a sword, a man among the faces of other men turned toward you and bright like the sun
• the small flutter of a birds wing somewhere makes your head turn
• who is it that i can’t remember?
• a branch creaks under an effortless weight and you crane your neck to the other side
• what’s his name? who was the other man in the room?
• a gust of something flies past you
• who was it that didn’t want to kill me?
• you feel your body meet the front of a strong force, it propels you back and you skid down into the ground so hard it breaks through and you sink a little into the earth
• “what-”
• the word sound crooked coming out of your mouth, hunger twists in your abdomen as a scent you have never smelled before in your life engulfs you
• sweetly sick iron, it’s delicious and the aftertaste of metal makes you salivate
• it’s the smell of human blood
• syllables that sound like something you should know fall from the mouth of the creature whose blood coursing through their veins is loud in your ears
• you can’t think straight enough to string them together and figure out what its saying
• as you lurch forward toward the smell, your big sharp fangs bare to match the sharp, razor like end of your nails
• you spear forward with the intent to kill
• and then are trapped in a mass of white feathers that appear from nowhere
• when you reach out to punch through, they harden in response and tighten up to keep you where you are
• “let me out!”
• you sound desperate and angry, your voice doesn’t seem like your own, and softly from behind the coffin of white you can hear it speak again
• “you’re conscious - do you know who i am?”
• it’s the man from the house
• “let me out!”
• you repeat and thrash forward, but the feathers don’t part or fall apart like they ought to
• “it’s me, it’s mingi.”
• letting out another roar you claw and slash until the feathers can’t hold against your strength anymore and you are able to push through only to see nothing but blank forest up ahead
• you turn your head to see where this one called mingi has gone
• letting these new animal like senses guide your gaze up to the trees
• a dove spears up from beside your feet in the snow holding what looks like twine in its beak as it wraps around your calf and forces you to tip backward
• you catch yourself before you can fall and jump up to twist back into a new position
• suddenly a face appears in front of you - a cloak of white and fading pink covers the bottom half of their face and a large bird that looks as if it’s made out of mist and clouds perches over their left shoulder
• you can only see the top part of his face - his eyes are full of pain
• and in the reflection of the deep, miserable brown you see yourself - your face - and you remember who you are, who you were
• under the summer moonlight you are glowing, just married and still decorated in all the heirlooms and presents your family and friends could find
• your husband, wearing his uniform, looks as shy as the day you two met - when he was just starting his training and hadn’t put on all the slim muscle barely visible under the cloth
• “for the pillar of love - you sure are bashful even at your own wedding.”
• you giggle into your palm and your husband scrunches his nose up in response
• “i just….i feel like it’s too much of a performance! marriage ceremonies! i mean, is it really about the overwhelming cavern of my heart that is full of you o- or is it about watching wooyoung make a fool of himself when asking you to dance!”
• your giggle turns to a laugh, “mingi-”
• you step closer to him and you can see, even under the faint light, that his cheeks are pink enough to match the cape he always wears
• “-are you just jealous that i accepted wooyoung’s offer to dance……honey, you know im going to be here to dance with you forever right?”
• his hands are big when they reach out to cup your cheeks
• your skin is warm against his own.
• “i know, i know. will you dance with me now?”
• like a rubber band that snaps back into its place - you realize everything about your situation
• the person in front of you, who kept you from being slaughtered back in your home, who is a pillar, a high ranking demon slayer, is your husband
• song mingi
• and you are his partner, who was once the keeper of the song family home, the home of the current generation of the love pillar and who now - who is now - a demon
• you lose the strength when the horror sets in, somehow it is stronger even than the gnawing hunger that is making itself more pronounced with every second that goes by
• but you don’t hit the floor or feel the edge of a blade
• instead, you are pulled in close
• close to the body of a man you have been in love with for so long and who now you want nothing more than to devour and to destroy
• mingi, who is aware better than most, of the new craving you possess risks ever life-threatening possibility that circles you two to hold you against him
• “tear me to shreds, put your hand through my stomach, affix your teeth to my neck - you won’t do any of that.”
• his voice is deep, a lullaby tone as if he is speaking the truth of the world to a child
• “i know you won’t. you must be in so much pain - but you’ve done this for me so many times before, you’ve always protected me from my pain and just because you’re …….”
• he pauses and you convulse slightly in his hold because the smell of his blood makes you lightheaded with need
• and he is giving you an opportunity….he is inviting you to act on your impulse
• but you don’t, you use everything you can about you that is still human - that you have to dig deep inside of yourself to find, not to
• not even fully aware of why - just that you cannot do it. you cannot hurt him.
• “just because you’re a little sick…..that doesn’t change anything. you would never kill me, my love you would never kill me.”
• kill him - i want to. i want to taste his blood so bad.
• your shoulders shake a little harder and you open your mouth - mingi must feel your breathing on his chest but he doesn’t move
• kill him. i want to kill him. i want to kill my husband. i want to hurt my husband. i want to-
• the syllables he’d been saying before, they were your name. you remember your name.
• another memory finds itself into the crevices of your mind overrun by malice
• from behind the open door, a group of girls are giggling and poking each other with their elbows to get a better look
• you ask one of them what’s going on and they tell you that their are new demon slayers training out across the yard
• you look and for a moment all you see is a rowdy group of eight boys all scrambling among each other with their new swords and uniforms
• but in the middle of all of them is one who catches your eye
• taller than most, with red hair that falls into his eyes with sweaty bangs
• a baby bird is seated on his shoulder as he lets it peck at his finger curiously
• he sees you looking and a shiver of embarrassment runs up through his body as he gives a shaky wave
• you uncurl your hand to wave back and you see him mouth something
• “whats your name? my name is song mingi”
• your mind seems to jumble, tangle, and fill with static as the words kill him, hurt him, let me feed just crash and burn against each other
• you chant his name instead - let it circle through your mind until it is the only thing you can think of
• mingi is still holding you as he sinks down into the snow and his sword clatters to the ground beside you two
• the dove made of clouds disintegrates into the air - his guard comes completely down
• and you just feel tired, you ache everywhere, you just want to sleep
• mingi’s hand comes up into your hair, he whispers against the strands
• “i’ll make sure you get better soon - i will spend my whole life waiting for you to come back to me.”
• you want to believe him, you want to believe you won’t ever give into the nightmare that could be a reality if you listen to the growling in your stomach
• you just wish you and mingi could stay here - immortalized in the frigid weather like lovers made of nothing but marble
• for a second you think you can really just fade back into sleep
• when suddenly mingi lifts you up into his arms and your eyes widen as your ears pick up the distinct sound of seven pairs of feet
• “san has alerted the others, i have to get us out of here.”
• as he jumps up into the air and toward the trees, you watch the cape fall from his shoulders and abandon itself in the snow
• he’s never taken it off - not since he became a -
• when the other pillars find it minutes later, it is still warm with mingi’s body heat
• san clutches it when he turns to the other pillars
• yeosang, hongjoong, seonghwa, yunho, jongho, and wooyoung all swallow the uncomfortable feeling in their throat when san says through gritted teeth
• “we have to get mingi back before that thing kills him.”

YUNGI NATION

“I’veworked hard on myself and achieved things but then again, if they’re things that ATINY can’t recognizeorcan’t see then they’re parts of me that cannot be seen with one’s eyes. Therefore, as much as I’m feeling right now, I feel like I should become a person that ATINY can be even prouder of in the future.

And he suggested ”FROM“ as today’s song, i love him so much. We don’t deserve his pure heart.

This Mingi could be this Mingi