-> in which, maybe you should have trusted that old realtor who had told you your new apartment was haunted. Lee Felix was bored just simply existing, it was time that he had a little fun tormenting the mortals.
“Do you want a drink? Some water?” The blonde man asked as soon as you sat down on his double bed, flatscreen tv illuminating the dimly lit room.
“No thanks, I’m okay,” you responded with a soft smile as you reach for his hand to pull him down on the bed beside you but he resists.
“Some chips? I’m sure we have some,” he tries and you roll your eyes in response, tugging harder at his hand so he has no choice but to give in and drop down on the bed beside you.
“We already have popcorn, Felix. We don’t need chips,” you tell him.
“Oh,” he pouted, “I just wanna make sure you’re comfortable,” he mumbles, causing you to coo at the man in front of you, wrapping your arm around his waist and snuggling into him from your sitting position.
“I am, Felix. This is perfect,” you reply and he smiles at that, his eyes lighting up as he looks down at you, happy with himself. He moves so that the two of you are laying more comfortably in his bed, keeping you close to his side before gently laying a blanket over your forms. You rested your head in the crook of his neck, hand laying on his chest as he pressed play on the movie although you weren’t paying much attention to the movie. The steady rhythm of his heart put you at ease as he started to play with your hair, teasing his fingers along your scalp. “Mhm, that feels nice,” you whispered.
“Well I had to do something to wake you up,” he chuckled, the deep sound reverberating through his chest.
“I wasn’t asleep,” you laughed.
“Just say you think I’m boring,” Felix jokes, lip jutting out playfully.
“You are the furthest thing from boring, Lee Felix,” you argued, turning to face him. He leaned forward with a smile, giving you a quick peck before pulling back to look into your eyes.
“What are we supposed to tell our children when they ask us how we met?” Felix questioned, fully serious. You snorted.
“You mean we can’t tell them you haunted my apartment and constantly tried to murder me?” you joked.
“I didn’t try to murder you!” Felix exclaimed in mock offence. “Plus, it was my apartment first,” he added. You rolled your eyes at the boy’s words.
“We won’t need to worry about that anyway for at least fifteen years,” you smiled sweetly.
“Fifteen? That’s so long away,” he cried.
“This is nice,” you commented.
“What? Us fighting?” he replied. You purse your lips and take a deep breath in, reminding yourself to keep calm despite your heightening blood pressure thanks to your wonderful boyfriend.
“I’ll hit you, I really will,” you mumble and he laughs in response, eyes resembling crescent moons crinkling at the sides. Cute.
“I’m sorry, I promise I’ll stop annoying you,” he playfully begs.
“Don’t make promises you know you can’t keep,” you stated, trying your hardest to send him a glare but failing upon seeing that mischievous sparkle in his eyes.
“Okay then, how about this,” he nodded. “I promise I’ll be here with you for as long as you’ll have me, even if death do us part.”
“So corny,” you grimaced. “But so cute.”
“Can we watch this movie now?” the blonde man asked. “I’ve been wanting to watch this since before I died,” he explained. You nodded, letting out a soft laugh as you lay back down against him, his warmth immediately putting you at ease. Felix loosely wrapped his arms around your form, laying his chin atop your head as he focused his eyes back on the movie.
-> in which, maybe you should have trusted that old realtor who had told you your new apartment was haunted. Lee Felix was bored just simply existing, it was time that he had a little fun tormenting the mortals.
a/n:this is kind of the official last part, there’ll be a drabble at the end to give more insight into y/n’s and Felix’s relationship but that’s basically it !! Thank you all for the support, I really love hearing that people enjoy my stories ! Hope you have a good day
-> in which, maybe you should have trusted that old realtor who had told you your new apartment was haunted. Lee Felix was bored just simply existing, it was time that he had a little fun tormenting the mortals.
Meeting Yongbok for the first time felt odd, to say the least. He walked in, sticking close to Chan as his eyes surveyed the room, landing on you. He flashed you a small smile and a polite hello before doing the same to Taehyun.
“Did you tell him what we’re doing?” Taehyun questioned flatly, turning his attention from Yongbok to Chan.
“Uh, no,” he answered, unsure of what Taehyun wanted him to say.
“Good. It’s easier that way,” Taehyun nodded. You glanced over to Yongbok who you assumed would at least have some type of reaction to being talked about but he just simply stood there. An empty depth to his dark eyes. “Yongbok, I’d advise you to sit down for this.” Yongbok blinked at Taehyun and Chan reached for his hand using it to guide him down on the leather couch. You stared at Taehyun as he moved around, taking candles from around the room and placing them down on the floor beside Yongbok, eyes following every move as you still stood from greeting your newest guest. “Y/n can you turn the lights off?” Taehyun requested.
“You need the lights off to do your witchy shit?” you questioned as you flicked the switch, plunging the room into darkness. Taehyun rolled his eyes at your words, not that you would see before lighting a candle.
“No, but it gives the room a nice vibe,” he voiced. “Are we ready?” Taehyun inquired, lighting the last candle and you had to admit, the warm flickering light made you feel somewhat at ease knowing what was coming.
“As we’ll ever be,” Chan sighs as he grips Yongbok’s hand, interlacing their fingers. Taehyun let his eyes slip closed as he drew in a deep breath, the candles almost seemed like they were reacting to the movement as their flames swelled as he took the breath in. Taehyun stood above Yongbok who stared up at him wordlessly, he placed a hand atop the blonde’s head, the man closing his eyes softly in response. The psychic began to mumble something under his breath, too low for you to make out as you and Chan stared, eyes wide. The room grew cold, so much so that you felt a shiver run up the base of your spine. The room seemed darker now, the light terminating from the candles only reaching so far. All of a sudden, Yongbok’s head drops and his body slumps. Taehyun gives no reaction at all but Chan goes into a frenzy. His eyes are wild as his hand leaves Yongbok’s to go to his neck to feel a pulse. Judging by the red creeping up the base of his neck and dark stare on Taehyun, he wasn’t able to find one.
“What the fuck man, you killed him!” Chan screeched. “He’s already been dead once!”
“If you don’t stop whining like a teenager I’ll make sure he stays dead,” Taehyun mumbles, eyes remaining shut. Chan’s face reddened further and he pursed his lips like he was about to say something else but chose not to. But you couldn’t help but notice the prominent vein on his forehead, a telling sign that he was holding himself back from jumping the poor psychic. Taehyun sighs as he lets his hand drop back by his side, finally opening his eyes.
“What the fuck are you doing? Wake him up!” Chan exclaimed, feeling dumbfounded as his friend lay lifelessly beside him.
“It’s done,” was all he said, taking a step back. Chan was about to scream more profanities at his coworker but those words died on his tongue when he noticed Yongbok’s fingers twitching.
“Yongbok?” Chan asks quietly, a stark contrast to the tone he had taken not one minute ago. His hands go to his friend’s shoulders, gently shaking him. A smile overtook his face when the man responded with a slight groan, slowly cracking his eyes open. The blonde straightened up before looking at the man sitting beside him. He couldn’t even get a word out before Chan was attacking him in a bear hug. “It’s you, you’re back,” Chan spoke, voice quivering. The other man responded by wrapping his arms around him, comforting the now sobbing man. You felt yourself release a breath you didn’t even realise you had been holding, watching the scene with fond eyes. It was him.
Felix broke apart from the man with a low chuckle although when he turned to you, you could tell he was trying his hardest not to cry. His deep brown eyes met yours and they looked different now, like a warmer shade of brown. You weren’t sure what his reaction would be, would he want to talk to you? Or would he just rather go on about his life without even remembering this whole mess ever happened in the first place? So you stayed still, waiting to see what he would do. Noticing your hesitancy, Felix stood up from his seat on the couch, leaving a sobbing Chan on the couch who gratefully took a tissue from Taehyun. You could hardly process the time from when he stood up to when he enveloped you in his arms, fingers getting lost in your hair as he held you as close as he could.
“Thank you so much,” he whispered into your hair. You closed your eyes and let yourself feel the feeling of him. His warmth. He was actually here and it felt too good to be true. It felt too safe, wrapped up tightly in his arms. He let out another whispered thanks into the crown of your head before placing a small kiss there. Pulling away, you saw that his eyes were glassy and you couldn’t help but appreciate his beauty properly for the first time. His skin was dusted with a light covering of freckles, mostly around his eyes and nose. His eyes were big and they seemed to sparkle in the dim light, although that may be thanks to unshed tears.
“So, what now?” you asked quietly. Even after pulling away from the hug, Felix let his arms linger around your waist, the feeling making you feel slightly lightheaded.
“What do you mean?” he responded, eyebrows raised slightly in question.
“The apartment, we’ll have to figure something out. I mean there’s the guest room so we both could stay here or i-” you rambled. Felix cut you off before you got carried away.
“I don’t think that would be a good idea,” he commented.
“Oh.”
“Yeah, I feel like that’s moving a bit too fast in our relationship. I want to do this right,” Felix smiled, light pink testing overtaking his cheeks. You almost choked on air.
“Our relationship? Do this right?” you repeated slowly, making sure that you weren’t mishearing a single syllable.
“Yeah, you do feel the same way, right? Or were you smiling at your phone like a fool whenever I text for another reason?” he smirked, although that soon turned into a devious grin as your cheeks began to heat up and you had no idea what else to do than smack him lightly on the chest.
“I wasn’t!” you exclaimed. Felix simply chuckled in reply, spinning so that he was facing Chan and Taehyun, the former wide his jaw slacked as he stared at the two of you. His eyes darted between the two of you in confusion.
“How do you- when did you-” he tried but gave up, shaking his head in defeat. “No, you know what, it would be you to fall in love with a ghost,” Chan rolled his eyes and Felix let out an unattractive snort from beside you. Your eyes widened, eyebrows raising as you took in your best friend’s words.
“And what do you mean by that?” you tested, Chan simply stood there with an amused grin on his face.
“Calm down baby,” Felix interjected as he lifted a hand to pat your head, you knew he was joking by the tone in his voice but that didn’t stop your mind from running wild as your gaze dropped to the ground with an awkward chuckle.
-> in which, maybe you should have trusted that old realtor who had told you your new apartment was haunted. Lee Felix was bored just simply existing, it was time that he had a little fun tormenting the mortals.
word count:1k
notes: I’m so sorry about these short chapters and for having so many written ones but I’ve been really busy with college work since its the end of the semester but I just wanted to get something out :)
That was the question Chan had asked and it sounded simple, but you all knew that that would be far from the truth.
We need Youngbok.
Taehyun replied. It was something that Chan had been expecting but fearful of nonetheless. Involving Yongbok was difficult, to say the least. His parents had him more or less locked down inside their house because he couldn’t go long periods of time without fatigue, thanks to his spirit being far away from his body. Even getting permission to go out to lunch with his friend had been difficult. Yongbok’s parents were lovely people and they hated keeping him away from his friends, or fun in general but they were extremely cautious of him, scared that any little thing could set him back in his recovery process.
At first, Yongbok had been mute. The days after he was released from the hospital and allowed to return home had been torture for his parents. They would watch, day after day, hoping for something to change but he would simply sit there with an emptiness in his eyes, not letting out a single noise. Slowly, he began to improve but that emptiness persevered and it irked them to no end. He wasn’t the same person that had been so excited to share such an important moment in his life. Now, Yongbok could do simple tasks, and he seemed to enjoy helping out around the house. But his energy would soon deplete and he would cave into himself, wordlessly pushing his way past his parents to go to his room where he would sleep for hours. The separation of body and spirit took a toll on both halves, while Felix held the emotional burden of leaving everything he knew and loved behind, Yongbok held a more physical burden, his body would long to connect with its spirit but could never quite reach it, it was tiring and it was evident from the look in his eyes.
The responsibility of retrieving Yongbok and bringing him to your apartment fell on Chan. And with a huff and not much else, Chan disappeared down the hallway of your apartment, ready to use his charms to convince Yongbok’s parents to release him into Chan’s care.
With Chan gone, an uncomfortable silence filled the room. Taehyun was sitting on the armchair across from you staring into nothing. You checked your phone again, hoping that your ghost friend would take your mind off the slightly creepy psychic, but, alas, nothing. You chewed on the inside of your mouth as your leg bounced up and down and you tried to distract yourself from your current situation but all that you could think of was him, Felix, or Yongbok as everyone knew him as. A question nagged at the back of your mind, coming to the surface once again: What would happen when Felix was alive again?
You couldn’t deny that that question scared you. You had become so accustomed to having another person in the apartment with you, even if they were technically dead and you couldn’t even see them. Felix had become a sort of comfort person to you, weirdly enough he was the person you spoke to the most, not even Chan had him beaten on that front. But, was that his choice? Would he even want to speak to you if you weren’t helping him? You weren’t saying he was using you or anything, no. Rather, just simply doing the decent thing, because he was a decent person. Lee Felix is everything anyone would want in a partner and as much as you tried to ignore that fact because it was so wrong, you just couldn’t. He was kind, like when he would use threats to find a way to speak to you and ask you how your day had been, constantly asking about the craziest stories you had from delivering pizzas because he knew you had many. He was thoughtful, like when he would see you freaking out over where you had left your keys because you could swear you left them on the kitchen counter he would remind you that he had placed them on the keyholder beside your front door after you had haphazardly thrown them on the couch the night before. He was funny, like when you would easily find yourself laughing along to his stupid jokes or find it so adorable how obviously flustered he would be when you would flirt with him, you could just imagine his cheeks growing red and an awkward smile overtaking his lips. And, he was attractive, something you had only recently found out when looking into his past. His features were almost ethereal and if you had time to appreciate them when you first saw him in person then you would have.
There were so many times when you should catch yourself thinking, I wish I had someone like him. But no matter what, he was unobtainable and also dead, it was that simple. Or, it had been that simple until you found out that Felix wasn’t as dead as your first thought. You couldn’t help but think if you had become as important to him as he had to you and whether he would even want to be friends after.
The vibration of your phone broke you from your train of thoughts and when you looked you saw Felix’s name on the screen. Your heart felt lighter at the appearance of his name, almost as if he had read your mind and had come to remind you that he was still here.
Are you okay?
The message read and you felt like a lovesick teenager when you had to hold back a smile at the fact that he had noticed your brows furrowed in deep thought. It was nothing special but it definitely felt as though it was when he said it. You nodded your head with a small smile, sure that Felix would see it. But a smile couldn’t quite conceal your sullen demeanour.
-> in which, maybe you should have trusted that old realtor who had told you your new apartment was haunted. Lee Felix was bored just simply existing, it was time that he had a little fun tormenting the mortals.
a/n:this has to be the longest chapter i’ve ever made whoowee
-> in which you are thrown into the magical world of Creon alone, without knowing that you could be the one to tear it apart.
a/n: why won’t tumblr let me delete paragraphs? please for once make my life easier !!! Also I’ve had that felix meme for a WHILE and I just needed any excuse to use it :)
-> in which you are thrown into the magical world of Creon alone, without knowing that you could be the one to tear it apart.
a/n: so a little note about my updating schedule, unlike my other smaus where I would (mostly) update every day, because I am working updates will be less regular, still there will be multiple updates a week I just can’t promise a daily update schedule, hope you all understand and I hope you enjoy this smau
-> in which you are thrown into the magical world of Creon alone, without knowing that you could be the one to tear it apart.
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-> it was prophesized that the child of the two of Creon’s mightiest heroes will hold the power of the gods and bring upon us the end of the universe as we know it and you are the ticking time bomb that he can’t seem to leave alone.
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pairing: witch!Leeknow x reader
featuring: stray kids, song yuqi + other random idols
“What is it?” you asked curiously as the blonde man ran from the front door into the living room with a package in hand, his smile wide as he let out a series of giggles.
“A surprise,” he replied, cryptically. Your eyes narrowed in suspicion as you watched him grab a knife to open the package with. The blade effortlessly sliced through the tape, making it easy for Felix to open the box and reveal what was inside. The man pulled out a bottle and you could make out that there was some type of liquid inside.
“What’s that?” You asked as you stood from your place on the couch and made your way to your boyfriend, stopping beside him and peering down into the box that held a few similar looking containers.
“Oils,” he replied, your brows furrowed in confusion so Felix screwed open the lid off one of the bottles and held it out to you, you stared at the container, unsure of what the blonde man wanted you to do, “Smell it, it’s nice,” he smiled as he still held it out to you. You brought your face closer to the bottle and as soon as you did you could smell the sweet, nutty aroma of the oil.
“Ooh, that’s so nice,” you spoke before going back in for another smell of Felix’s new oil.
“You wanna try it out with me,” Felix spoke, his tone lowered slightly.
“You were going to cook? What were you thinking?” Felix blinked in confusion at your words. “I’d love some chicken right now,” you voiced, completely oblivious to the man who was now holding back his laughter. When Felix shook his head at you, fond smile on his lips you spoke again, “What?”
“They’re not for cooking, baby,” the man said as he grabbed your hand with the one that was currently not holding the oil. “Come on, I’ll show you,” Felix continued as he led you through to your bedroom. The realisation seemed to click instantaneously as soon as you stepped through the threshold of your bedroom and suddenly you were hyper-aware of how Felix’s fingers wrapped around yours so securely. The blonde turned around as soon as he stood at the foot of the bed, pushing you to sit down on the edge.
“One second,” he rushed before sprinting out of the room, coming back with a towel in hand and spreading it out on the bed. Felix turned his eyes back to yours and smiled down at you, his fingers reached for the hem of your t-shirt, “Can I?” he asked, you nodded instantaneously. Your boyfriend pulled the fabric over your head carefully but still made a mess of your hair, he let out an airy chuckle as he patted the hair back in place and you used this time to admire his face. His smile was wide and his eyes seemed to shine brightly, despite their deep brown colour. His features were dotted with soft freckles that were even more obvious in the summer. You loved to trace along them, connecting each one like stars, pointing out strange shapes that actually look nothing like anything. Felix took your hand once again, pulling you to stand with him. You stared into his eyes as he smiled softly at you, placing his hands on your shoulders to guide you to stand with your back towards him.
“Lay back and relax,” he whispered, the feeling of his warm breath against the shell of your ear sending shivers down your spine. You obliged without hesitation, laying down with your chest against the fabric of the towel. You felt Felix get on the bed too, his legs resting on either side of your thighs. You heard the unscrewing on the bottle and closed your eyes in anticipation of your boyfriend’s hands. Felix’s warm hands met the soft skin of your back, his fingers danced carefully along the skin, trailing slowly down the line of your spine. You hummed in delight as his hands spread out, gliding along your shoulder blades and then your shoulders, ridding you of any knots you had. The sweet smell of the oil and the feeling of Felix’s hands exploring the plains of your back were almost hypnotic, sending you into a trance, the only thing breaking you from that trance was Felix’s deep tone, “That feel good?” he asked, there was something so soothing about his rich voice.
You could barely utter out a response, you simply let out an “Mhmhm,” you were in utter bliss, almost falling asleep until Felix’s hand kept going lower, exploring the curve and swell of your backside and hips. His warm hands seemed to burn now, becoming almost unbearable. You let out a whine and there was no doubt in your mind that Felix knew exactly what he was doing.
“Turn around, I want to see your face, beautiful,” he spoke, his tone even deeper than before and you wondered how that was possible. The sound was utterly entrancing though and you quickly flipped your body over so you could see his face, his lips pulled up in a smug smirk as he shifted himself up your body so that he could close the distance between your faces, his plush lips meeting yours in a fervent kiss.
floating through space (and a pile of junk) — lee felix.
: STRAY KIDS; husband!felix x fem!reader
: fluff.
: 1.3 k
: nothing except bad writing and bad title, no proofreading, also there’s one mention of the reader being shorter than Felix ♡
“You’re supposed to be cleaning!”
“In my defense, who cleans during the night?”
You huff, trying to snatch the polaroid camera Felix found in one of the cupboards away from him. “And in my defense, you’re busy all day. You know how much I hate cleaning the cupboards.”
Felix laughs, setting the camera aside he helps you get the remaining stuff out, then proceeds to grab a cloth to dust the shelves. Quite frankly, you feel like a terrible wife for making Felix work more after he’s already busy with tour preparations, but you’ve got no choice — you start sneezing up a storm at the slightest contact with dust, and you aren’t really gifted in the height department either. Neither is Felix, but he can, at least, reach the top shelves better than you could.
summary -> there’s nothing worse than falling for your best friend, is there? Add him moving away to the mix.
word count -> 2.5k
genre -> friends to lovers!au, angst
warnings -> mutual pining, both of you are absolute dumbasses about your feelings at first but very painfully obvious now, nothing else.
past.
“You’re my past, my present, and i hope, i awfully hope you’ll be my future,”
You finish and look up at Seungmin, he holds his breath and his face gradually twists into one of those smiles that make your heart feel at ease. And he feels the same, it’s right in his eyes as he holds out your hand –
And you open your eyes to yourself, hair unkempt and in front of the mirror. You were practicing confessing to your best friend and a version of you that was not completely a fool in love rolled its eyes at you, this was so typical, falling for your best friend, fantasizing about him feeling the same, it was all so cliche.
But it went away as you shook your head, there’s nothing wrong in it.
In about a few hours, all your friends would come over, including seungmin for a casual hangout and normally you would be scrolling instagram until seungmin came and reminded you what time it was.
This was just how every weekend of yours went by.
But today instead of the usual relief in your senses that you could finally relax after a hectic week, a nervous fiddling sensation took over you as you anticipated that the clock hit the 5:00 pm mark quickly.
present.
You sit on seungmin’s bed fiddling with the handle of his bag, touching along the rough surface of it. You’re shocked you still have tears in you, given the amount you’ve cried as the realization of it all settled in you, and blink them away. You were going to be okay, besides you can’t afford to cry in front of Seungmin, you can’t make him weak, it’s already going to be so hard for him.
As you scratch off a spare piece of dirt from the bag, you can’t believe it gets to stay with seungmin and you don’t. So silly.
you think back to that day again, it was july, early july, yes. You remember how your heart was practically jumping out of your throat as you saw him.
And it was Han who found out, it was one of the gatherings you all kept at the time, you planned it at yours this time, wanting to confess while cleaning up or when the rest of them are gone because it was almost always this way; they’d come over and have fun, watch movies but at the end of the day only your best friend would stick around to clean up or vice versa if it was at his. It often ended in a sleepover with you both being so tired that you’d fall asleep right about just anywhere.
Back to Han, he wanted a pen for your cousin, who was visiting at the time, to write down her number and he knew that being the nerd he was, seungmin would have a pen and paper with him. The movie was paused for a quick bathroom break for seungmin when your cousin had finally given into the han’s shameless flirting and had accepted to give her number. Han had discovered the acceptance letter then, perched between his books, not in an intention of hiding, almost as if he wanted it to be discovered.
A dark blue envelope with a huge “to, mr. kim seungmin” written in professional handwriting. And when seungmin came back, his friend looked at him with a small smile, clearly offended that his friend didn’t tell him, but he still got over that quickly and hugged him tight, he was so proud of him.
Meanwhile seungmin had looked to you, and while you knew seungmin had an interest in going abroad, you didn’t actually quite believe it till that moment. And you had comforted him, if that’s what made him happy then he should obviously go for it.
And he let out a sigh in relief.
But time had stopped for you, what was supposed to be something special had ended tragically and you felt pain sear through your heart slowly, taking over your body slowly.
But deep down you both knew that even though you told him that it was okay, it wasn’t quite the case. He could sense the disappointment you had in him in the next few days in the form of distance you gave him, the silent treatment.
They only stopped when he confronted you about it, and you apologised and confessed to him, who would like their best friend moving away?
To which he had told you it’d be okay, he’ll stay in touch and be back before you know it.
Thinking about him, he comes out of the bathroom with his hair moist and skin glossy. He’s, unfortunately, dressed, as the tshirt sticks to his obviously wet torso. You can almost see the wheels in his brain spinning as he makes sure he’s taken everything and has planned everything. As he looks at you, he shoots you a smile.
And it pains him more than anything in this world to do it, because he chose this, he shouldn’t be regretting it, he shouldn’t be hiding the fact that he isn’t happy, from you; but he doesn’t want you asking the reason behind it, because clearly he was very happy about his admission letter when it came in 2 months ago.
But it was before. It was before the realization that hit him on the head suddenly and caught him off guard that he’s in love with his best friend. And he thought it’d go away, he’d ignore it and that would be it. But as the days passed and the time he’d have to spend away from you came closer, he wished on every shooting star in the world for it to be cancelled, some unexpected thing to pop up, anything.
He can’t tell you this obviously, because as of now, it’s concrete he’s going and if you even reciprocate a proportion of his feelings, you’d be hurt and he did not want it.
past.
The screen had gone black, leaving the dark room in silence in its wake. And the credits began rolling on the screen. Some trashy ost plays in the background and as seungmin reaches for the remote on the table, a question lights up your brain.
‘what if he doesn’t feel the same?‘
You’re 14, and you don’t see a problem with being in love with your best friend except one, which might just be the downfall of the very feeling.
Oh wait, no, there’s another, 'what if he does feel the same, but you both don’t work out?’ that’d automatically be a crash for a great friendship.
And the movie which revolved around two best friends trying to navigate problems while being with each other and just ending up together gave you hope, you wouldn’t lie, but you also knew real life was nothing like a movie.
So you tried to get your answer slyly, lying on your back on the sofa of seungmin’s basement, you watched him as he wrapped up the stuff that was littered around, spare pieces of popcorn, wrappers from packets of chips, to get ready to sleep.
As he tried finding them all, you stretched your hand, and looked at the ceiling, and as nonchalantly as possible -
“Minnie, did you like the movie?”
“Uh huh,”
“The plot?”
“Kinda?” he said, still not looking up from his work.
“Do you think best friends can end up as lovers?” dropped the bomb.
“I-, well,” he looked up and you turned to him, the tension in the air was thicker than it had ever been.
“It depends on the person,” and for a moment you think, he might confess or if he doesn’t you have the urge to, but -
“And besides that was a movie, y/n, a movie.”
He knows, now, or has a hunch about what you were trying to tell him.
present.
Maybe if he had been a little more intelligent he would have realized it then and he wouldn’t be here in this ordeal.
And even though all of the articles he found on long distance relationships were positive, he didn’t wanna do that. It was too much longing.
So he was just going to have to leave and try to forget you, because in this case he can’t have you return his feelings. Just no, he doesn’t know how he can leave after that.
He glanced at you, trying to look around the room for things he could possibly need but have forgotten.
And goddamn is he in love with you.
The reality hits you once more as you’re taking the bags downstairs, he’s leaving, he’s taking all of your happiness with him, he’s taking away the bracelet you made him when you were 7 but you’re sure it’d be forgotten. He checks the time on his watch, “3:00 pm.” he announces, his flight is in 3 hours, and in 3 hours your relationship, your friendship will be a thing of the past.
present.
You don’t believe it’ll remain the same even after he promises you with a comforting smile everytime you bring it up.
His parents give you a sympathetic look as you shoot them a smile; it’s going to be fine, his mother had told you. “You can come visit when you miss him.” and you’d rather bite your own knee then visit this house where you spent most of your childhood and all of your teenage years without the boy who made it alive.
Seungmin sees you zoning out and it makes him wanna rip apart his admission letter, tear away the suitcases and stay here forever. But he takes one look at his watch which draws closer to his departure and recounts if he has everything for the umpteenth time.
And you wanted to break down all over again as you saw the bags piled over near the door where you’d run in together during summer hoping your popsicles don’t melt until you can slurp and look into the mirror and see the color on your tongues, secretly hoping what the two colours would look if mixed;
The original plan was for you to see him off at the house itself; but his parents urge you to come to the airport and you pick at your sweater, thinking of ways to stop your tears. And even Seungmin insists you tag along, he doesn’t even want to waste a minute of being with you.
and you bury your upset inside deeper; you need to keep your friend strong.
a few of your common friends drop by as his father loads the luggage in the back of his car; the sun is a pretty shade of orange mixed with pink, a little dull and depressed due to its defeat to the moon in a few hours.
you think about how you’ll keep on replaying this evening over and over again for nights to come. thinking about something you could have said to make the pain go away because feelings weigh down on you, threaten to crush you apart when you don’t let them out and that was exactly what was going on with the both of you.
Han, as he completed talking to his friend, walked over to you sitting on the porch, and took a seat there.
“are you okay?” he asks in a whisper. “i mean your best friend is going away,”
he emphasises his ‘best friend’ a little too much to be in a normal way and you narrow your eyes at him.
“fuck you,” you roll your eyes playfully and laughs as well. it was an unspoken thing between you two, he knew you liked seungmin but he kept his mouth shut and you knew that he did.
“but for real though,” his expressions transition to serious after he’s done laughing. “are you going to tell him or not?”
“no,” you deadpan.
“why? it’s so fucking obvious he likes you!” he groans.
“I don’t know, han. firstly i’m not even sure he likes me and second, even if he does, we’re not guaranteed to work long distance so it’s better if he finds someone else there and we’ll see it from there if or when he’s back.”
“you’re dumb.”
you shoot him a grin, “i know.”
later, you’re in the car, you’re going over something suitable to say, because the atmosphere is tense. his parents are getting as upset as you as their only son is about to leave.
and seungmin; seungmin feels like he could start bawling his eyes out anywhere, he didn’t want to leave his world, his home.
but it was his choice and now he had to own up to it.
And finally about two hours later, he’s glancing at his city, his parents and his world, all for the last time. He wants to turn back time and never ever write the essay that got him in here in the first place, but it’s impossible.
“We’ll go get some snacks for you?” His parents sense the need for privacy and excuse themselves. Meanwhile you try to not cry your very existence out.
“so,” he turns back. you’re on the boarding gate almost, after this, it can be almost a year when you see him again, and you //know//, you just know you both won’t be the same as now.
“I didn’t think you’d come actually,”
“to the airport?”
“to see me off, i know you’re not happy with my decision.”
And you don’t deny it; no more playful bantering.
“I mean we did plan to go to a college near us, but well things change and I couldn’t let you leave without saying goodbye.’’
and you hug your best friend.
you don’t want him to go, you want to confess to him, make him regret taking this decision. but as much as you loved him, he loved his dreams.
and as for you, seeing him content would be enough.
and so, after his parents return and his mother sniffles a little, he leaves.
he promises he’ll stay in touch, give you updates, a dorm tour, and you give him a day or two before he gets busy. and you don’t blame him, you accept it and you move on.
it is hard on the first night, you toss and turn, about to text seungmin to let him know you can’t sleep and to possibly sneak out and sit on the bench outside your house just staring up at the sky. but as you pick up your phone you realize that he’s not coming.
so it sucks but you hug your pillow and try to forget it. but ended up wetting with the constant flow of your tears.
you move on with your life, your classes, new friends, a whole new kind of life without your best friend.
but then his face turns into a small icon you see on instagram putting up stories of the new cafes he visits and the new people he meets.
and he contacts you first, a lot, updates you, facetimes you.
the prince of the sea ; hyunjin | series masterlist
word count: 5.2k
warnings: angst, fluff, fantasy au, themes of horror (no gore, just general feeling of unease), lowkey stockholm syndrome, hyunjin is uncomfortably very full on, implied sex, maybe don’t read if you have thalassophobia
a/n: this ended up much longer than i anticipated but it’s finally done!!! i hope you guys enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing it ;___;
The red sails above tremble under the whistling wind, a stark contrast to the gloomy grey skies. Undecided rain threatens to fall at any moment as the ship creaks and groans in distaste for the salty waters it safeguards you from. Truthfully, you had only agreed to venture on this expedition under the guise that it would be short and three weeks into it, you’re no closer to your destination. The captain had made sure that you were accommodated of course, you have your own private quarters adorned with silken sheets and gorgeous shining silverware; so not all is bad. Still, you’re what the locals dub “a landwalker” and for good reason; you would much prefer solid ground to the volatile waters.
Now the heavens pour open, a bad omen, rain begins to lash against your skin like tiny knives and you’re painfully aware of the entire crew’s eyes boring into your skull. You’d heard them protest as you boarded, some even spat at the ground as you passed but you held your head high and made your way to the captain, maps in hand and ready to assist whenever needed.
“Bad luck to have a woman on board,” it’s the first time a crew member dared speak to you, or rather, about you in this case. You raise an eyebrow as he stares, arms crossed tightly over his chest. “‘Specially in these waters.”
“And why is that?” you quiz, mimicking his stance, “Blatant sexism or just plain stupidity?”
Your remark earns some jeers from onlooking crewmen, one even pats you on the back. The first man shakes his head with a grimace.
“Come on lass, you’re telling me you haven’t heard the tales?”
Of course you are aware of the stories, you remember your Father reading you fables of the Prince of the Sea, an eternally woeful being whose spilled tears crafted the very ocean you sail upon. It’s said that he mourns the death of his beloved and is in search of anew. That his elegy of sorrow enchants whomever’s ears it happens to fall upon, luring them to their untimely demise. As a child you felt sorry for the Prince, losing his betrothed and while mourning being pestered by unwanted ships in his realm. Now as an adult, you see the tales for exactly what they are, propaganda to prevent women from sailing the seas
“You need not concern me with your stories,” you reply with a scoff, “Especially not old wives tales crafted to fuel your sexist agenda.”
“Made up stories, eh?” he says through gritted teeth, “Ships go missin’ with women on ‘em far too much to be coincidence.”
“Then I suggest you keep your eyes open for trouble instead of wasting my time.”
You’re thankful when he retreats, mumbling what you can only imagine to be curses under his breath. It need not concern you, all that matters to you at this moment is tracking your whereabouts and leading the crew to their destination. Rain continues to fall, your hair begins to drip at the ends as you wipe the drops from your compass. The dial spins for a moment before comfortably setting on the east.
It’s unusually welcoming when night falls, the crew’s boisterous clamouring quietens and the final shanty has been sung. The deluge had finally subsided too, replaced by a vista of stars; you divine them, tracing the shapes of latent constellations. The ship sways with the tide, rocking the crew to a gentle sleep and leaving you almost completely alone, save for a few nocturnal sailors who chug rum like it’s water. They’d fall into an alcohol induced slumber soon enough. You watch the waves as they languidly ebb and flow against the hull and suddenly you’re homesick; longing to see your friends and family again. It has been longer than anticipated and will be longer still; you begin to wonder if they’re worried. The thoughts consume you and for a brief lapse in judgement, you consider joining the drunken sea dogs who are now passed out on deck. You shake your head and chuckle at their misfortune, unbeknownst to your own.
Fog begins to rapidly roll in seemingly from nowhere and at once your vision deteriorates. Through the thick clouds, you call out to someone — anyone, yet no one heeds your call. Instead, a haunting melody echoes around you, an otherworldly eerie requiem of sorrow that lurches your heart. You can’t control your sobbing, the tears flood from your eyes like waterfalls and your gut wrenches as the song grows closer and louder. Now, you can see the crew — some crashing into each other, some gasping for air, some crying uncontrollably and some screaming. They wail, they beg for the reaper to take them. And still you’re crying, weeping as you navigate through the mist to find the Captain. It’s futile, the density of the fog proving to be too much. Below you, the ship screams in agony; wood snapping and metal clanging and you feel the hull you peacefully watched not long ago be torn apart. There’s nothing you can do; you are at the mercy of the sea now and you simply pray. Pray that somehow you might survive and return to your family and friends unscatched.
The darkness steals that dream.
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You aren’t sure how long you’ve been out. A minute? A day? Time eludes you. You blink your eyes, squinting to adjust to your new surroundings and you’re taken aback. The room is extravagant, home to a four poster bed that almost takes up the entire space. On the walls are antiquated paintings, fitted with threads of golden embellishments that glint and sparkle. Below them, lies an immaculately tidy, pure white vanity table — adorned with opulent gems and jewels and a full oval mirror. Wherever you were, the host did not spare the details of your accommodation.
You decide to investigate, rummaging through drawers and cabinets to find someclue to your whereabouts. As you approach the door to the room, the faint smell of dew tickles your nose and it reminds you that your clothes are damp. Or, they’re supposed to be. When you look down, you’re surprised to find your attire to be drastically different; a long, pearl nightdress drapes over your figure. Now you’re panic stricken, knowing someone had changed your clothing coupled with the ignorance of your whereabouts proving too much for you.
Right as you’re about to beseech for aid, you hear it; the same chilling verses from the ship, echoing throughout the halls of wherever you are. Curiosity gets the better of you, your fingers twist the golden doorknob and you venture outside the confines of the room; warily following the music to its source. Through winding corridors and narrow passages until finally you find it.
In the centre of the room sits a grand piano but your eyes merely gloss over it. Instead, they focus on the massive window that touches both the ceiling and the floors; however, it’s the view that truly catches your attention. Through the glass lies a forest inundated by the sea, the sunlight above struggles to penetrate through the dense grouping of kelp trapped in the muted expanse. It’s astonishing, it’s magical and it confirms your location in an instant. Your eyes slowly return to the piano and you finally see the fabled Prince of the Sea, fingers ghosting over the keys in his haunting composition.
Your first reaction is to panic, your eyes dart around the room in search of somewhere to run, somewhere to hideas your face turns a chalky white, drained of all life. Your eyes blur as tears begin to gush from them and fear tugs at your soul. You’re too young to die, there’s so much you haven’t done. The faces of your friends, of your family flash in spectacular colours in your mind as your legs give way beneath you and you fall to your knees in anguish.
“Please, do not be afraid.” A voice, so soft and gentle it rips you from the maddened terror momentarily. Of course, it could only belong to him; such a melodic tone from such a frightening being; it doesn’t make sense in your head. “You’re safe.”
“Safe?” You repeat, wiping the tears from your eyes and finally meeting his gaze; glacial blue eyes that peer into the darkest reaches of your soul yet the warmest smile you’d ever laid eyes upon. His golden hair is flattened against his cheeks, wet as though fresh from the rain. “You’re not going to hurt me?”
“Hurt you?” His brow furrows and he genuinely sounds offended, enough so to manifest some guilt within yourself. “You have given me no reason to.”
The guilt dissipates and fear creeps back up your throat. “Ah,” is all you can choke out,afraid that you mayjust give him a reason. Still, he is ever smiling and even offers a hand to help you up from the ground. Warily, you accept the gesture.
“Hyunjin,” he says as he helps you up, “And you are?”
“Y/n,” you reply, dusting off your knees. “But you’renotjustHyunjin, are you?”
To this, Hyunjin chuckles darkly; striding back over to the great piano and perching himself neatly on the seat. When you don’t move, he beckons you by patting the empty space next to him. Again, you are cautious yet you move swiftly to avoid conflict. “Only those who know me call me by my name,” he says, beginning to coax yet another melody from the instrument, “Others know me as—”
“Prince of the Sea,” you finish his sentence, eyes never wavering from the piano keys. “My Father used to tell tales of you when I was young.”
“And you’re not afraid?” Hyunjin asks with faux curiosity, “How very brave. Or terribly foolish.”
You dare not answer, opting instead to listen to the music that Hyunjin plays so eloquently. For a moment, you both bask in the sombre song; sharing an odd kinship. Hyunjin plays from his soul, the chords reaching deep down into his core and manifesting in an elegy of desperation; of sweet sadness. It feels strangely humbling to hear.
“You are a good listener,” he says when your eyes gently close and you begin humming to the melody, “A trait to be desired.”
Perhaps he’s correct. Or perhaps civility is a mask for fear.
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Time seems to stand still in the palace; since sunlight cannot breach the murky waters, you aren’t sure how many days it’s been since you first arrived in Hyunjin’s domain. For the few hours after your first meeting, you wandered the empty corridors through twists and turns, leaving no stone unturned in this abyssal abode. One particular dark room, stowed deep in the sub reaches intrigued you so, however a lock kept it safe from prying eyes. In the meantime, Hyunjin has been perfectly pleasant towards you, making sure you are eating and drinking well and presenting you with many gifts — knick knacks of sorts, clothing and jewels that even a Queen would envy. You’re acutely aware, of course, just whyhe’s being so kind to you — the stories say as much. You have no intention of staying, your primary goal is to free yourself from his shackles and get back to your friends and family.
It’s one particular day (or at least you thinkit’s day) where Hyunjin requests you wear a very specific dress; one of scarlet velvet and trimmed with obsidian lace. Of course, you comply — fear holds its grip on you tightly and you worry that failure to do so would result in your early expiration. You meet him in an ample room with similar floor to ceiling windows as the great hall, only this room is littered with various sheets, splattered with a rainbow of colours and containers filled to the brim with glossy paint. In the centre of the room, Hyunjin sits patiently across from a black chaise; a worn apron protecting his attire.
“Wow,” he says, head leaning on a hand as he watches you approach, “You look absolutely beautiful.”
It takes you aback and you’re unsure how to respond; losing your composure for just a moment, your cheeks burning almost as bright as your gown. “Thanks,” you say simply with a small bow just in case before setting yourself atop the cushions. “You’re an artist?”
Hyunjin hums an affirmation, busying himself with architecting his easel and perching a pure white canvas atop it, nodding at a small collection of brushes at his side. “You could say that.”
“And your subject?” You ask warily.
“Sits before me,” he smiles, studying you with the eye of a true virtuoso. “Relax, Y/n. It takes time, you don’t want to be uncomfortable, do you?”
No, you do not.
So you sit there, still and quiet while Hyunjin’s keen eye captures your essence; his brushstrokes are as graceful and delicate as he is — they bewitch you into a trance. Your eyes gently close and you slip slowly into slumber only to be awoken by a gentle glissando. When your eyes flutter open and are met with a hydrous lyre floating gingerly in the air next to Hyunjin, you gasp.
“My apologies,” he says, eyes sternly focusing on the painting, “I did not mean to wake you, only to amuse myself with some music.”
“No, it’s alright,” you reply, now very aware of the silence between you. There’s part of you that wants to get to know him, to know this mythical being that stories were passed down from generation to generation. Someone of that calibre must have lived a riveting life. Though to ask such questions out of the blue would be morbidly rude. “You’re a very capable man,” you hope to ignite some conversation, “A painter, a conjurer, a songster and a musician.”
“And yet, my social skills are severely lacking.”
You laugh, truly, and it shocks you. “A comedian too?”
Hyunjin joins you in laughter, chuckling as he continues darting his eyes between you and the canvas. “Truthfully though, I simply have a lot of time on my hands to learn new crafts,” he says once the laughter quietens, “Art, music, languages, literature; trivial pastimes to distract the mind.”
“How profound.”
“So it is true that if you brand yourself an artist people will naturally attach more meaning to the things you say.”
You shake your head as he jests, “Your words dohave meaning, the stories and songs tell of your loneliness.”
To this, Hyunjin gives a poignant smile.
“I’ve learned every instrument, read every book in my library and speak every language that piques my interest and still, there is a vast emptiness inside me.”
Intense, but you’re glad to finally be addressing the elephant in the room. A sense of sadness falls about Hyunjin, one you hadn’t seen since arriving. He shifts uncomfortably in his chair.
“I understand,” you begin, edging to the end of the chair and clasping your hands neatly in your lap, “Loneliness can be all consuming, especially when it’s born from losing a loved one.”
Hyunjin regards your comment with yet another pitiful smile. “True indeed, sometimes it feels as though my memories are more alive than I.”
The open honesty tugs at the strings of your heart; your compassion is immense and you have the impulse to lunge forward and cradle him in your arms. Hearing stories of his loss, details lost in transference, is one thing; to look him in the eye as his heart pours open for you is another. You’re at a loss for words, solemnly watching as Hyunjin continues his painting.
“Forgive me, I’ve made you uncomfortable.”
“No, not at all.” He can tell you’re lying.
The conversation comes to a natural stop as you assume the original position for the portrait. Hyunjin quietly hums along to the music as he works, occasionally flipping his blonde locks from his eyes. Briefly, you forget the circumstances of your arrangement; right now you are simply two beings sharing an unspoken moment.
“Are you excited to see the finished work?” He asks, eyeing you over the canvas, “It’s almost finished.”
“Yes, of course,” you reply, “Although, I’m not entirely sure if I have the look for it.”
This stops him dead in his tracks, his head lops to the side and he eyes you curiously. “What do you mean?”
“Just that paintings are for the rich and the beautiful,” yousay and Hyunjin scoffs.
“My dear, beautyis in the eye of the beholder.”
You blink, unsure of what to say.
“Come, see for yourself how others see you.”
And so you do, moving swiftly behind Hyunjin and peering over his shoulder to admire his work. Before you, there is someone who resembles you, yet the features you are most self conscious about seem to harmonise. It’s mind boggling and you look down to Hyunjin in disbelief.
“This…doesn’t feel like me.”
“Because your perception is warped. You see only what is reflected in glass or water.”
Now, Hyunjin turns to face you and you’re eminently aware of just how close the two of you are. It’s the first time that you’ve been so intimate with him and you curse your heart for pounding so much in your chest.
“You do not see yourself mid laughter or when you have your nose buried in a book,” he continues; eyes locking with yours as he raises his hand, cupping your cheek gently. “Those moments are where true beauty lies.”
How you are so captivated by your captor bewilders you, yet his words penetrate your soul; every inch of your body feels as though it’s set aflame. When you are ever silent, he laughs and retreats his hand.
“Forgive me again if I’ve made you uncomfortable.”
“No, not at all.”
And you truly meant it this time.
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The next week or so, Hyunjin’s gift giving becomes more frequent; every day you awaken to some form of gift at the edge of your bed, delivered by your own nautical magpie. Never have you been gifted so heavily, you begin to think your thank you’s are losing their meaning. Not only have you been bombarded with gifts, but each time you pass each other by as you explore or as he seats you at the dinner table; there is a veil of passion between you. Neither party acknowledges the faint tinge of desire but both feel it coursing through their veins. You do not yet understand it but you feel drawn to him like a sailor to the open sea.
Hyunjin had been leaving you alone most of the time, to your surprising dismay; allowing you freedom to spend time in the multitude of recreational rooms that filled the halls. Your most favourite of all being the library where Hyunjin’s vast collection of tomes rivals even the most learned academics in the city.
“You can read anything here, provided you speak the language.” Hyunjin had told you with a wink.
“And if I don’t, perhaps you wouldn’t mind teaching me.” You had replied.
And so he did. Huddled around a cramped desk, stacked to the heavens with literature and poems in romantic languages some of which you hadn’t even heard of. When you make a mistake, he laughs hard and it’s so therapeutic to hear. When you’re correct, he beams with pride and gently squeezes your hand. Another fleeting moment passes in which you are simply two people; two strangers becoming acquainted.
Once dinner time approaches, he leads you to the dining room and seats you directly next to him; this was new to you. Previously you’d been across from him and nothing more — your heart begins to pound in your chest.
“You know,” you say as you sit, “I’ve never seen a single person other than us here, who is cooking the food?”
Hyunjin chuckles, taking his own seat after tucking yours in, “You only thought to ask this now?” When you nod he shrugs, “I have an imp pet who takes care of it.”
You have no idea if he’s joking or not but the time to question him passes as he begins to eat; encouraging you to do the same. You would love to eat, really, but your heart is lodged in your throat and the feeling only worsens as Hyunjin takes your hand in his.
“Having you here has been wonderful,” he says, out of the blue and you can’t help but blush, “it’s been a long time since i’ve been this happy.”
“I’m glad I can help,” you reply, truthfully you don’t really know what to say.
The two of you finish your food, hands tied together the entire time and once your fork is placed neatly beside the plate, Hyunjin pulls you to your feet.
“Where are we going?”
“You’ll see.”
Soon enough, you’re met with the familiar view of the closed off room you found the first day you arrived and you look at Hyunjin with curiosity. From his shirt pocket he pulls a tiny key before twisting it into the lock and springing the door open; what you find inside is unlike anything you’ve ever seen.
Glass replaces the concrete walls of the room, it’s like stepping into the open ocean yet breathing air. Sunlight pours in brilliant beams, illuminating the multi coloured coral reef that borders the underwater palace. Marine life is rife here, various schools of fish swirl in perfect synchrony, leaving a glimmering trail in their wake. You gape at Hyunjin before running off to get a better view.
“This is incredible,” you marvel, hands pressed against the glass, “It’s beautiful.”
“Yes, it is.”
Hyunjin joins you, wrapping a hand around your waist; it catches you off guard and you spin to face him. Now, you can see him so clearly; bathed in the light of the sun, his eyes shine and his flaxen hair frames his features so perfectly. Briefly, you blink absently.
“Y/n,” he speaks low, maintaining eye contact and when you try to avert your gaze, his hand cups your cheek and reels you right back in. There’s a serene silence between you as he brushes the stray hairs from your face, taking in all of you. It’s when his lips press against your own that you lose all inhibitions, letting his tongue explore your mouth as his hands pull you closer by the waist. You cannot escape this primal need to be closer to him, to let your arms sling around his neck and allow yourself to be held; to melt into him.
One kiss is all it takes for you to tumble into bed with him. Hyunjin takes it slow with you, though you are unsure whether it’s so he can greedily savour every second or to provide you with comfort. Not that it matters when he’s making you feel so good. You lose yourself, submitting fully to him; letting yourself reach highs you never thought existed. When you’re spent, lying flush against him and panting, he cradles you in his arms and smothers the top of your head in tiny kisses.
“It might come as a shock to you,” Hyunjin muses aloud, eyes looking anywhere but you, “but I think I may have found my missing piece.”
To this, you glance up at him and laugh at the sight of his usually pale face burning beetroot, “What do you mean?”
“It means you complete me and I believe I am in love with you.”
Whoa.
Before you even begin to formulate a reply, Hyunjin butts in.
“Don’t worry, you don’t have to reciprocate it just yet,” he says, now looking down at you, “I just wanted you to know.”
You truly are at a loss for words, it feels far too soon for your liking for him to be devoting himself to you yet you are blinded by the rose tinted glasses. Without answering, you nuzzle in the crook of his arm and allow yourself to be coaxed into slumber by Hyunjin absently playing with your hair as you drift into a rest filled with fantastical dreams of what could be.
Reality can never really compare with dreams.
The next morning you return to the glass room and gaze upon the bustling ocean life with childlike wonder, feeling fortunate that you get to view the sea life in a way no other mortal had. You follow the fish, counting every species you see and recognise. It’s not long until Hyunjin finds you and sits neatly on the floor by your side.
“You seem to like this place a lot.” he observes, leaning back on two hands to get a better view of you.
“It’s like a different world down here.” You reply, watching with awe as the fish scatter when what looks like a transparent shark passes through the reef. Strange. It’s only upon closer inspection that you realise it’s not a shark but the aquatic outline of a…person?
“Hyunjin,” you grab his attention by pulling on his sleeve and pointing at the figure, “What isthat?”
Hyunjin barely gives a glance before answering.
“They are but wisps in the ocean, nothing to concern yourself with.”
You are unconvinced by his answer but dare not pry more. Instead, you lift yourself up and get as close to the glass as you possibly can to get a better view of the ghostly figure. As you approach the glass, a muted chorus of song can be heard as the figure drifts in and out of view.
“Hyunjin.” you say again, only this time much more stern. When a second figure joins the first and loops in the water, it almost crashes into the glass and your eyes widen in horror. “Is that a woman?”
Hyunjin remains ever silent as your eyes follow the ghostly woman as she sings, her song sending familiar chills down your spine. You turn to him, eyes filled with fear. “What…what is this?”
Hyunjin sighs.
“Sirens,” he says simply as though it were obvious. “They’re Sirens.”
Everything begins to fall into place, the jewels and gems gifted to you, the dresses that were so beautiful…
“Y/n,” Hyunjin is standing now, towering over you with his eyebrows furrowed. “Let me explain.”
You gape at him, words slip from your mind as you try to comprehend the gravity of what he has done.
“You did this?” You can’t hide the disbelief, it encompasses you.
Hyunjin hangs his head in shame, too afraid to look you in the eyes.
“Tell me the truth,” you squeak, beginning to back away slowly.
“They ran from me,” he begins through gritted teeth, “As though I was their worst nightmare incarnate. So I…tore their undeserving beauty from them.”
You cannot believe what you are hearing. “You cursed them?”
He gives a solemn nod.
“They will live a life of eternal yearning; an unquenchable thirst for lust that no one man can ever satisfy. That is what they deserve.”
“Is this the fate that awaits me?” You ask, a lump forming in your throat, “A siren lost to the tides?”
Hyunjin ponders the thought for a moment too long before shaking his head. “You were the first not to run. You are the first I’ve truly felt for.”
Although his plea sounds truthful, you cannot bear to look at him. “You could have let them go,” you say in barely a whisper. “Why didn’t you let them go?”
Hyunjin does not answer, for he cannot.
“I…I would like to leave.”
The silence is deafening. Every minute that passes where Hyunjin does not speak is a minute closer to your demise: you truly fear for your life.
“Then, you may go.”
What?
You almost break your neck to look at him; his eyes are reddened with tears.
“You…you’re serious?” you ask in disbelief.
“If you love someone, you let them go. I cannot keep you here against your will.”
You can feel the pain in his voice, like his heart had been ripped from his chest.
“Then, let me go.”
Briefly, he pauses and you fear that he has reconsidered but the fear is washed away with the tide as he beckons you to follow him. He dares not reach for your hand as he usually would.
The walk to the great hall feels like an eternity, with Hyunjin’s despondency bearing a heavy weight on your soul. Once you arrive, he stands firmly in place and gnaws on his bottom lip.
“I can take you home,” he finally says, “That is what you want, yes?”
The glimmer of hope that you will change your mind still faintly burns so when you nod your head, it crushes him. With a heaving sigh, he reaches around his neck and fiddles with a necklace of some sort before taking your hand in his own and passing it to you.
“Take this. If you ever change your mind, open it and I will find you.”
“A locket?” You say upon closer inspection, the brassy heart is adorned with threads of gold. “But this is precious to you.”
He bows his head, “Look after my heart, won’t you?”
Then, darkness consumes you.
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When you awaken, you find yourself somewhere in the sea on a rickety old ship just as before; except this time you’re bed ridden. You have no idea whose ship you’re on or how long you’ve been there, so you arise and make an attempt to seek out someone to explain your situation. As soon as you stand up, a splitting migraine assaults your mind — it’s piercing and you fall back onto the bed. With a hiss of pain, you throw your head back onto the pillow.
Had it been a dream? Surely not.
With haste you reach for the locket Hyunjin had gave you to find it missing. No…it simply couldn’t have been a fever dream — you refuse to believe it.
The sky screams in anguish as rain lashes down on the upper decks and you try to speak to any of the crewmen who are busying themselves with attending to the ship. Not one of them acknowledges you — typical. It’s by chance that you see one of the men dangling a chain from his hand, boasting to a friend that he’d won it in a card game only the day before.
“Excuse me, sir,” your attempt at being courteous is pathetic as your patience wanes, “That necklace belongs to me.“
“Says who?” He snarls, looking you up and down.
“Says me,” you reply haughtily, snatching the necklace from his grubby hands.
As soon as the brass touches your skin, your body is set aflame; memories of Hyunjin wash over you like a tsunami — his touch, his taste, his smell. You’re flooded with emotion, drowning in the sweet sadness that fills your heart and you mourn the spark in the ocean, doused as it ignites.
“Bloody bad luck to have a woman on board,” the thief sailor spits as you loop the locket around your neck, twirling the golden heart in your fingers.
concept:it’s been a long, tiring evening of gaming for felix; you’ve heard him raging at teammates all night long and when you bring him a well needed snack you can see just how stressed he is. “come to bed,” you say while squeezing his shoulders as he hammers away at his keyboard, face illuminated by the flashes of the screen, “you can game more tomorrow.” when he shakes his head in refusal and nudges your hands from his shoulders, you roll your eyes. then — an idea hits you. felix is far too busy to notice you slip from view, falling to your knees and furtively crawling beneath his desk. when you come face to face with his crotch you bite your lip before running your hands leisurely up and down his thighs. above you, you can hear the confusion in his voice as he continues chatting to his teammates yet he doesn’t dare stop you. with the green light to go ahead, you begin palming him through his shorts; watching with delight as his cock starts to stir to life. still, felix’s voice doesn’t falter so you shimmy the material down and free his now fully hard dick. then, you do as any good girlfriend would and take him into your mouth, swirling your tongue around his cock head and moaning in amusement as his breath hitches in his throat from the vibrations. “fuck,”he groans, so quietly you can barely hear him as your hand wraps around the base of his cock while your tongue laps at the slit. he twitches, a sign that he’s close already and you grin; letting your tongue loll out of your mouth as your hand glides swiftly along his dick and right on cue he cums and fuck it’s loud. much louder than he intended. it’s all over your face, some on your tongue and some dribbling down the bridge of your nose. there’s almost no warning when he ends the call with his friends and reaches down, grabs a fistful of your hair and hoists you up, pulling your head backwards for good measure. “you think that’s funny?” he says, voice low, loving the way you squirm in his hand. “my turn now.”
