Warnings: Profanities, death by magic, making out.
Using a vine, you tied the last aconitum to a tree which was a few meters away from your cottage. You chanted a spell on it, enhancing its scent that fortunately did not have any effects on your species.
You have been doing this everyday before twilight to keep a new pack of rogue wolves away from you. You don’t know how they managed to find you, considering you lived only a kilometer away from another pack that had a strong reputation. But they were rogue wolves, after all: they didn’t care about another pack’s territory.
Proceeding back to your house, you immediately washed your hands with some fenugreek water. You took off your raven-black cloak, draping it on a wooden chair. You made your way over to one of your cauldrons, expecting to see the beautiful blue color of the potion you were brewing for a goblin in exchange of some seeds of an extremely rare plant.
Carefully lifting the heavy lid off the hot pot, you frowned at the pink hue of the liquid, wondering where you went wrong. You tried to recall every single step you made.
“Shit, I forgot to add delphinium!” you groaned, running to your storage room to get the flowers. Unfortunately, you ran out of it. You sighed in frustration, realizing your potion would spoil if you didn’t add the flowers in the next two hours.
You quickly lit the candle of a lantern before wearing your cloak. You grabbed a straw basket and put your shoes on. You had to get into the nearby pack’s territory to get the flowers and you hoped you wouldn’t run into any trouble tonight with the werewolves.
You carefully made your way through the forest, wary of your surroundings. You have never gone out after dusk to collect any supplies. It was really dangerous for you to leave home at such a time, especially when there were rogue wolves seeking to kill you. Even though you had enough magic within you to kill a werewolf, you were no match for a pack.
You traversed through the forest, coming to a small meadow in the middle of it. You looked around for the delphinium, delighted to find it faster than you expected. You took a knife from your pocket to cut the stem of the plant, placing the flowers in your basket.
A snap of a branch caught your attention, and you quickly whipped around to the source. You could make out two large figures in the distance, their yellow eyes glowing in the dark while they leered at you.
“Fuck,” you muttered under your breath. When you saw them coming closer to you, you started to run once you realized they were rogue wolves. You could use a spell to set them on fire, but you needed to be in an open space with no trees around as the fire could spread.
You ran as fast as you could, dashing through plants and leeping over small streams, adrenaline coursing through your veins. You mentally cursed yourself when you saw the Ateez pack houses in the distance, realizing you ran in the opposite direction from your cottage. You kept running anyway until you reached the open area where the pack was, already on high alert. Three of them in their wolf forms, ready to attack any creature that poses a threat to them.
You swiftly turned around, chanting a spell that set the two rogue wolves on fire before they could reach you. The wolves howled and whimpered loudly while they burned, meeting their death in just a few minutes, leaving only their bones and ashes.
You fell to the ground, trying to calm down your heavy breathing. Certain spells such as this one really drained your energy.
“You have violated the territory rules, witch,” you heard one of the wolves from the Ateez pack say. Glancing around, you noticed that you seemed to have interrupted their bonfire party.
“I had no choice and you know it,” you said, glaring at one of the omegas of the pack while trying to get up. Your arm was burning, and you pushed your cloak aside, revealing a large cut that you must’ve gotten from running through the plants. You were too drained to chant another spell to heal yourself.
You could feel a light tug at your heart, pulling you in a certain direction. You turned to see another werewolf who was staring at you with an unreadable expression, a female wolf seated on his lap. Your heart instantly filled with hurt and anger. You weren’t naive; you could tell you were the wolf’s mate. Although you have heard of cases where a werewolf had a mate of a different species, you certainly weren’t expecting that to be your case. You wouldn’t admit it, but a part of you was thrilled to find your mate. However, you were sure he didn’t feel the same way; he would never accept a witch as his mate.
“I asked you something, witch,” you heard the alpha say, pulling you out of your thoughts.
You turned to look at the alpha of Ateez’s pack. “I’m sorry, what did you ask?”
“Are you deaf? I asked why you trespassed into my pack’s territory.”
You raised an eyebrow. “Are you blind, mutt?” The werewolves in their wolf forms growled at the way you addressed their alpha, but you ignored them. “I just got chased by some rogue wolves. You claim that half of the forest belongs to your pack, but you can’t even get rid of the rogues. At this point, I might just do your job for you,” you said, pointing to the ash and bones of the two rogue wolves you killed. You knew the wolves would hate to hear how you managed to do something they were struggling to do. After all, they hated your kind with every fibre of their being.
“Mind your words when you speak to us, witch,” the beta stated, voice laced with venom. You only rolled your eyes in response, picking up your basket that slipped from your hands. You pulled the hood of your cloak lower and bowed to the pack. You took one last look at your… mate. He’s stunning, was all you thought before proceeding to go back to your cottage, hoping deep-down that you’d see him again.
“What’s up with you, bro?” San asked his bestfriend, plopping down beside him and Yunho on the couch. “You’ve been… different this past week. I’ve never seen you this quiet.”
Wooyoung sighed, knowing he couldn’t keep a secret anymore from his packmates. “The witch…”
“What about her?” Yunho questioned.
Wooyoung gulped, fiddling with his fingers. “Well, she’s my mate.” Both San and Yunho’s eyes widened while they stared at Wooyoung like as if he was like an alien.
“What are you gonna do?” Jongho asked, joining the conversation.
“Reject her, of course,” Wooyoung replied, his wolf screaming at him but he ignored it. “I don’t believe in the whole mate thing, you all know that. Besides, I’m content with hooking up with Chae.”
The wolves didn’t comment on it, knowing Wooyoung wouldn’t agree with the fact that the moon goddess personally chose a witch for him; he refused to believe in such things. The boys could only hope he would make a smart decision before it’s too late.
“That’s unfair for the witch though,” San mumbled, genuinely concerned for you.
Wooyoung shrugged. “She could make a potion or something to forget about me, but I’m sure she wouldn’t accept me as a mate either. Anyway…” he got up from the couch, stretching his arms out. “I’m going for a run. Anyone coming?”
“I’ll pass,” Jongho said.
San shook his head. “Me too. I’m exhausted.”
“I’ll come,” Yunho said with a small smile. “It’s been a while.”
The two boys made their way to the forest, quickly stripping out of their clothes before shifting into their wolf form.
“Wanna race till the territory borders? I know you’ll lose anyway,” Wooyoung challenged Yunho through their mind link.
“Oh you’re on!” Yunho growled playfully in response, albeit he knew the younger wolf was right. Wooyoung was the fastest runner in the pack.
The two wolves took off into the woods, dashing through giant leaves and jumping over large logs. Yunho pushed Wooyoung to the side, making the smaller wolf lose his balance. He quickly got up, chasing after the older wolf.
Their heightened senses allowed them to smell different flowers and trees, and Wooyoung found himself enjoying a certain scent that he knew he shouldn’t be enjoying. He could also smell something unfamiliar mixed with his mate’s scent, and he could immediately tell it belonged to a wizard. Without him realizing, he started following his mate’s scent, crossing his pack’s territory borders despite Yunho’s protests.
“Wooyoung, stop! There are rogue wolves! You’ll get killed!” Yunho yelled through the mind link. But Wooyoung couldn’t stop until he saw you.
He sprinted even faster, your scent getting stronger and stronger. He stopped right in front of your cottage, spotting you just a few feet away, an orb of fire above your palm, ready to attack. The wizard beside you had an arm wrapped around your waist protectively, causing Wooyoung to growl loudly, jealousy and anger clouding his mind.
The familiar scent of your mate made your fire orb disappear. Another wolf that was bigger than your mate appeared. The wolf glanced at you before nudging at the smaller one to leave.
“Are you fucking serious, Woo?” Yunho yelled at the younger wolf. “Alpha is gonna kill us. We have to go now.”
Wooyoung only growled and glared at the wizard. “Get your hands off my mate!”
“He can’t hear you,” Yunho said. “Let's—”
“Then maybe I should show him!” He charged at the wizard.
“Wooyoung, no!” Yunho yelled.
The wizard hit Wooyoung in the stomach with his staff, instantly knocking out the wolf due to the magic laced on it. You were positive he would have some broken bones, knowing how powerful staffs are.
Yunho whimpered, nudging his unconscious packmate, fear evident in his eyes. He knew his packmate was still alive, but he couldn’t tell what was happening to him or if he was silently dying. He couldn’t take Wooyoung back to their pack if he didn’t change back into his human form.
Sensing the older wolf’s fear, you carefully moved towards him. “He’s not dead,” you spoke in the softest voice you could muster. “He’s just unconscious due to the magic and may have some broken bones.”
“He deserved it,” Sejin, the wizard, said. “Your alpha should train him better.” Yunho lowered his head in apology, clearly embarrassed.
Sejin turned to you. “I must take my leave now, Y/N. Will you be all right alone with these mutts?”
“Yes, I will be. Don’t worry,” you said with a smile. Sejin nodded, pulling you into a quick hug before he started his journey back to his own cottage.
You kneeled beside your mate’s unconscious wolf, gently stroking his fur. Yunho wanted to change back to talk to you, but he didn’t have any clothes.
“How are you going to take him back?” you asked Yunho. He whimpered in response, reminding you that he couldn’t communicate with you in his wolf form. “Oh! I’m sorry. Um… do you want to change back to your human form?” you asked and he moved his head up and down. “Okay… I could give you some shorts. Is that all right?” When he nodded again, you quickly ran inside your cottage, finding a pair of your khaki shorts. You chanted a spell on it to make it bigger for the wolf.
You went back outside, giving the shorts to the wolf. He moved behind a tree to change, coming back a minute later.
“I’m extremely sorry about that,” Yunho said, scratching his nape. “I don’t know what got into him.”
“It’s okay,” you said. “How do you plan on taking him back to your pack?”
“I can’t unless he changes back,” Yunho sighed. “I’ll also need to call my pack here to take him.”
“Do whatever you must,” you said. “I will give you some rosemary. It will help him gain consciousness.”
Yunho nodded and you went into your cottage to bring some rosemary. Taking out a small amount from the jar, you proceeded back to the wolves. You kneeled beside your mate, holding the rosemary above his snout. You chanted a small spell, enhancing its scent. The wolf’s ear twitched before he stirred, eyes slowing opening. He whimpered out in pain, eyes filling with tears.
“Wooyoung, you have to change,” Yunho urged. “I can’t take you home in your wolf form.” The wolf huffed in pain, trying his best to change back.
Once he was able to change back, he groaned in pain. “I think my ribs are fucking broken.” You looked away from his naked form.
“You’re a fucking idiot,” Yunho muttered before turning to you. “Thank you, Y/N. I must change and call my pack here to help take him home.”
You nodded, sparing one last glance at your mate before going back inside your cottage.
Stirring a new potion you made, you scooped the bright yellow liquid onto your ladle, carefully transferring it into a glass bottle.
You heard a knock at your door. You placed the ladle on the table before making your way to the door. When you opened it, you weren’t expecting to see your werewolf mate standing there shirtless. It has been two weeks since you last saw him and you were certain his broken ribs would’ve healed by now.
“What are you doing here?” you questioned, trying not to look at his toned upper half.
“I had to see you before I go insane,” he sighed, making your heart race. “Can I come in?”
You moved aside, letting him in. You closed the door, moving to sit on the leather sofa, your mate following your actions while he glanced around in awe. You waited for him to talk first, but he only stared at you. Wooyoung couldn’t help but be stunned by how beautiful you are.
You gently cleared your throat. “So… how are you now?”
“I’m better now,” he replied. “Your boyfriend broke three of my ribs.”
You snorted. “My boyfriend?”
“The wizard who broke my ribs.”
“Yeah, I know who you mean,” you remarked. “But he isn’t my boyfriend.”
Wooyoung’s wolf was thrilled with the news. “Didn’t seem like that though,” he murmured but you heard him.
You raised an eyebrow. “I don’t see how that’s your problem anyway.”
His eyebrows furrowed. “It is. You’re my mate.”
“Hmm… doesn’t seem like that. Wasn’t your tongue down some poor human’s throat two nights ago?”
Wooyoung gulped, eyes wide, his wolf cursing him. “H-How did you know?”
You chuckled, not really amused. “There are fairies around, you know? They watch everything.”
“I did that to forget you,” Wooyoung confessed, fiddling with his fingers. “I… couldn’t handle seeing you with that wizard. He had his hands on you that day and my wolf just lost it. And I thought you were with him so…” You could see the genuineness in his citrine-colored eyes.
“What about that wolf who was on your lap then?” you questioned.
“I occasionally hook up with her,” he said honestly. “I actually didn’t believe in the whole mate chosen by the moon goddess thing until I met you. But she did. She just has her fun with me, but she knows one day she’ll find her mate and will instantly forget about me… just like how I forgot about her the moment I saw you.”
You sat in silence, taking in his words, contemplating on what to do. You weren’t a child of the moon like your mate, but surely the moon goddess considers you as one if she chose you as her child’s mate. She never chooses wrong.
“So if I accept you as my mate, what is your plan?” you questioned.
Wooyoung’s face immediately lit up. “I’ll let you choose. You can live with me or I can live with you. I already spoke to my pack and they’re more than willing to accept you.”
You shook your head. “You’re an omega, right? You shouldn’t be separated from your pack. I can’t leave my house either cause of my work. So how about we just meet each other whenever we have time?”
Wooyoung pouted. “But I wanna see you everyday from when the sun rises to when the moon sets.” Your heartbeat sped up rapidly.
“That’s twenty-four seven,” you murmured, cheeks turning pink.
Wooyoung smirked. “Exactly.”
The next two weeks were spent in moving your belongings to Ateez’s pack houses. Since every member of the pack had their own house, there was plenty of space for you. Wooyoung even had a large basement which he converted into a workspace for you. The other pack members helped move your herbs and plants too.
After arranging all your jars in your new workspace, you made your way upstairs. This was your first day living with your mate. The wolf was ecstatic, filled with more energy than usual. He was a ball of sunshine, but also a major tease. He was well aware of the effect he has on you. You knew he knew you wanted him badly, and that’s why he only teased you, wanting you to make the first move.
Wooyoung was lying down on the couch, engrossed in reading one of your spellbooks. You quietly made your way towards him, but the faint sound of your footsteps caught his attention.
Wooyoung stretched an arm out. “Come lie down with me.” You obeyed him, cheeks turning pink while you cuddled up to his side, burying your face in his neck, inhaling his wonderful scent.
After a while, you brushed your lips against Wooyoung’s neck, placing a light kiss on his skin. You heard him inhale sharply when you gently sucked on his skin. He tossed the book onto the table, wrapping an arm around you. He lifted you onto his body, and you adjusted yourself so as to straddle his lap.
Wooyoung smirked. “What are you doing, baby?” Your body tingled with the way he called you that.
You leaned down, brushing your lips against his before placing a small kiss on his lips. You pulled away, trying to get off him, but he grabbed your hips, pulling you down onto his growing bulge, making you bite your lip.
“You can’t tease me like that and leave,” he playfully growled, hands moving to grab the exposed skin of your thighs as your dress had moved up.
You narrowed your eyes. “Well, that’s what you’ve been doing to me for two weeks.”
He licked his lips. “Yeah, and?” His hands moved up on your thighs.
“And that’s not f-fair,” you stuttered at the end as his hands moved to your inner thighs, so close to your core. You could already feel your panties sticking to your wettening folds.
Wooyoung took a deep breath. “You smell incredible right now. So eager for me…” you blushed, remembering wolves could smell their mate’s arousal the best.
You leaned down, finally connecting your lips to your mate’s. Wooyoung kissed you back just as eagerly, unable to hold himself back anymore; he had been waiting for you to make the first move so that he knew you were comfortable with him.
You involuntarily grinded on his hardening bulge, causing him to groan in pleasure. His hands moved to grab your ass, moving you back and forth on him in a rapid pace. Your hand slipped under his shirt, and Wooyoung pulled away, one of hands stopping you from touching him.
“Y/N, are you a hundred percent sure you want this?” Wooyoung asked in a soft tone, albeit his wolf was begging him to mark you. “It hasn’t been long since we met and I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable or anything.”
“I want this, Woo,” you replied immediately. “I want you.”
That was enough for Wooyoung to reconnect your lips, smiling while he kissed you, ready to officially mark you as his.
“Okay, Y/N and Wooyoung get in the 3rd row,” Yunho said after placing everyone’s luggage in his car. You were going on a roadtrip to Boryeong with your bestfriend, Jung Wooyoung, his friends (who also became your friends) and some of their significant others.
You had to sit on Wooyoung’s lap at the back of Yunho’s 7-seater car as the seat beside you was occupied with some bags.
Wooyoung got into the car and sat down before you followed his actions, settling on his lap. “You good, Woo? Am I too heavy?” you asked, trying not to put all your weight on him.
“Nah, I’m all right,” he answered and placed an arm around your waist, pulling you against his chest. “You can sit comfortably.” You were glad you were facing away from him; you didn’t want him to see how your cheeks heated up.
Once everyone was settled in both the cars, Yunho and Seonghwa began driving. Since it was really early in the morning, everyone decided to sleep during the two hour drive.
You weren’t feeling sleepy, so you were scrolling through your Instagram, looking at various posts. Wooyoung couldn’t sleep either; he pushed your hair to one side to see what you were looking at while resting his chin on your shoulder. You saw a post of a man kissing a woman’s neck and the caption said, “neck kissing is like heaven, except it mainly makes you breathe really hard and want to commit a lot of sins right then.” You double tapped on your phone screen to like the post, causing Wooyoung to smirk; he couldn’t help but want to test it out.
He placed a gentle kiss to your neck to see how’d you’d react. You stopped breathing for a second; did your bestfriend just kiss your neck? Did the man you were so in love with—but didn’t have the guts to let him know as you were scared of ruining your friendship— just kiss your neck?
When you didn’t push him away or ask about his actions, he began placing more kisses onto your neck. You titled your head to give him more access to your neck, gripping his arm that was around you, causing him to smile against your skin.
“I didn’t know you like neck kisses this much,” Wooyoung murmured in your ear, his voice dropping a little. You turned around to face him and without thinking, you crashed your lips onto his. You couldn’t help but smile when he immediately kissed you back. You’ve dreamed of this very moment so many times, it felt unreal to you that it was actually happening. You moved your hand to his newly dyed black hair, tugging on the strands. His hold around you tightened and he pulled away. “That feels nice,” he said, a little breathlessly. You ran your hand through his hair, your heart swelling with some kinda happiness that you’ve never experienced before.
Wooyoung pecked your cheek. “I’m going to take you on a date after the trip, okay?” he stated, making you smile.
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“Wow, it’s bigger than I expected,” Hongjoong said while walking with you towards the beach where a party was taking place; there were around three hundred people here. Initially, the plan for tonight was having dinner at a fancy restaurant, but Mingi and Jongho insisted on going to the party when one of the resort staff told them about it.
Wooyoung and the rest came here before you and Hongjoong, so you couldn’t see anyone. The two of you headed to the bar on the beach, deciding to drink something before searching for the others.
“What do you want, Y/N?” Hongjoong asked you.
You scanned through the various alcoholic beverages on the shelves. “VS Hennessey, please,” you replied; it was Wooyoung’s favorite drink.
He snorted. “You’re spending too much time with Wooyoung,” he said and turned to the bartender. “One Martini and a VS Hennessey for the lady.”
A while later, Wooyoung, San, Yeosang and his girlfriend, Taehee, found you and Hongjoong at the bar. Wooyoung’s eyes darkened when he noticed the red bikini you were wearing. Your eyes were also on your bestfriend, taking in his swimming-shorts clad body. Wooyoung had been working out a lot, and you were in awe of the results: his arms were more muscular and his abs were more defined. His black hair was pulled into a small ponytail.
“Y/N!” Taehee squealed, running to hug you, already quite drunk. “The hottest guys in the country are all here!” she giggled.
Yeosang raised an eyebrow at his girlfriend’s statement. “Repeat that, babe?”
“But you’re the hottest of them all,” she quickly replied, pecking his lips before turning back to you. “Go get some dick, girl!”
Hongjoong nearly choked on his martini. You only laughed, gulping the remaining of your drink before you got up from your seat. “Dance with me, Tae,” you said, dragging her to the crowd where everyone was dancing, despite Yeosang’s protests.
You moved your body to the beat, quickly getting lost to the music. You knew Wooyoung’s eyes were on you the entire time, so you made sure to add a little sway to your moves in hopes of teasing him a little. You felt hands on your waist, making you turn around. Some random drunk guy was trying to dance with you; he was kinda cute, you had to admit. Wooyoung’s jaw clenched when he saw you dancing with the guy.
“So when are you going to make a move on Y/N?” San asked, grabbing Wooyoung’s attention.
“I already did,” he answered with a smug smile. “We kissed today morning in the car.”
“Finally,” San said, putting a french fry in his mouth. All your friends could see that you and Wooyoung had a thing for each other; they were all waiting for you both to realize that.
You danced with the random guy for a while until you excused yourself to get a drink. You took two shots of Vodka before going back to the dancing crowd. The guy you were dancing with moved on to another woman. You found Yeosang and Taehee making out in the crowd, and Yunho was dancing with some random girl. The song changed and you squealed when you realized it was one of yours and Wooyoung’s favorite songs. You glanced at where Wooyoung was seated, but he wasn’t there.
You felt someone wrap their arms around your waist, pulling you against their chest. One glance at the man’s arms was enough for you to know who he was.
“Let me hold you, girl caress my body, you got me going crazy, you turn me on, turn me on,” Wooyoung sang the lyrics in your ear. You turned around, wrapping your arms around his neck while he sang the rest of the lyrics. You had a big smile on your face while you danced with him, admiring his beautiful face. Wooyoung leaned down to capture your lips with his own in a sweet, slow kiss; you could taste the Hennessey on his lips. He pulled away, placing a soft kiss on your temple. “Let’s get out of here.”
The two of you quickly made your way to your shared room at the resort, excitement running through your veins. Wooyoung unlocked the room door with the key before entering the room, pushing you against the door after locking it.
“You drive me crazy, baby,” he mumbled, cupping your cheek, he leaned down, stopping an inch away from your lips before he pulled away and walked to the bathroom.
You snorted, unsurprised that Wooyoung was teasing you now. You followed him into the bathroom. You washed your hands and legs, getting all the sand off. You sat on the bathroom counter, watching Wooyoung dry his hands after doing the same.
You decided to tease him by stripping yourself out of the red bikini, causing his jaw to drop. His lustful eyes roamed all over your naked body. You wanted him right now.
You moved towards him, pushing him against the wall, connecting your lips to your his. Wooyoung kissed you back while his hand traveled down to your bare ass, giving it a squeeze. You pulled away to move your lips to his neck, knowing he loves neck kisses just as much as you. You sucked and gently nibbled on his skin, making sure to leave a mark. Once you were done, you trailed kisses from his neck to his sharp jawline.
Wooyoung placed his hands on your waist to turn you around so that your back was pressed against his chest, and you were facing the full-length mirror in the bathroom. You watched him kiss the skin between your neck and shoulder, making you suck in a breath. One of Wooyoung’s hands moved to play with your tits while the other moved down to your heat. He ran his finger along your slit, collecting the wetness there. His eyes were on your reflection in the mirror while he placed his finger on your clit, rubbing it in up and down motions while his other hand massaged your breast.
“Fuck!” you moaned, throwing your head back against him, eyes closing in pleasure.
“You like that, baby?” he rubbed your nub faster in circular motions. “Open your eyes, sweetheart, look at what I’m doing to you.”
You opened your eyes and glanced at your reflection, watching Wooyoung pleasure your clit. Your breathing increased while he moved his fingers faster. He placed open-mouthed kisses on your neck and shoulder, and his other hand toyed with your nipple. He slipped two fingers into your entrance, spreading them open like scissors to stretch you out, making you moan and clench around his fingers.
“Woo, gonna cum soon,” you cried out when you felt the knot forming in your stomach. Wooyoung removed his fingers. You gasped, eyes going wide. “Why would you…?”
He kissed your shoulder, a smirk on his face. “Did you really think I would let you cum this easily after what you did? Hmm? Dancing with another man when you knew I was watching you.”
You smirked. “And what are you gonna do about it?”
Wooyoung snorted, taking your hand in his, dragging you to the bedroom. “I’m gonna show you who you belong to, baby,” he said, pushing you onto the bed before hovering above you. He trailed kisses from your neck to the space between your breasts. He gave each nipple a kiss and a little suck before trailing kisses further down your body. He stops at your glistening heat, glancing up at you. “You’re gorgeous,” he stated, spreading your legs wider. He kept his eyes on you while his tongue flicked your nub. He ran his tongue along your slit, moaning at your sweet taste. He gently sucked on your clit. “W-Woo, oh fuck,” you moaned, your hands moving down to grab his hair while he sucked harder. “I want you in me right now, Woo,” you managed to say through heavy breaths; you really just wanted to feel him balls deep inside of you.
Wooyoung moved away from you, his eyes held slight worry. “Are you sure?” he asked, and you nodded in response. “Use your words, baby.”
“Yes, Woo. Please, I want you in me right now,” you begged.
Wooyoung gave you a kiss before getting off the bed. He took a box of condoms out from his bag, taking out one of the foiled squares before turning to you. He slowly took his shorts and briefs off, making sure to tease you. You took in the sight of him, gasping at the sight of his naked, toned body.
Wooyoung climbed back onto the bed, ripping open the foil covering. He rolled the condom onto his length before hovering above you.
“Are you really sure about this?” he couldn’t help but ask; he knew you were conscious about who you slept with.
You propped yourself on your elbows, reaching up to kiss him. “I’m sure about this, I promise. I love you, Wooyoung,” you finally confessed.
A bright, happy smile immediately appeared on his face. He kissed you passionately, heart swelling with happiness. “I love you too, Y/N. Fuck I’ve been in love with you for so so long,” he said, kissing you all over your face, making you giggle. He kissed you for a few more seconds before he pulled away. He positioned himself at your entrance. He pushed in slowly, keeping his eyes on you while you adjusted to his size.
“You good, babe?” he asked once he was fully in.
You nodded. “You can move now.”
Wooyoung thrusted in you slowly, sucking in a breath when he felt your walls clench around him. “So fucking tight,” he remarked, rolling his hips against yours. He laced his hands with your own, leaning down to kiss you. “I love you so much,” he murmured against your lips. You freed one of your hands to cup his cheek, pulling him back into the kiss. You swiped his lower lip with your tongue and he immediately gave you access to slither your tongue inside. Your tongues moved in a slow rhythm to match his slow thrusts, and your hand moved through Wooyoung’s soft hair. You moaned and gently bit his bottom lip when you felt him hit your g-spot, making him smile and pull away. “I found your spot, didn’t I?”
“Yeah…”
Wooyoung lifted one of your legs up, thrusting in faster and deeper. Your hands gripped the pillow beneath your head while you watched Wooyoung’s cock move in and out of you.
Your back arched when he repeatedly hit your spot, and you felt the familiar knot forming in your lower area. “Woo…” you moaned, your walls wildly clenching around him, making him groan in pleasure. He reached down to rub your clit, making you squirm. “Cum for me, my love.”
A few more thrusts and you screamed his name, eyes rolling back at the intense pleasure as you reached your high, your orgasm ripping through your body. Wooyoung came shortly after you, spilling his seed into the condom. He thrusted in a few more times before pulling out. He quickly disposed the used condom before moving back to the bed, pulling you into his arms. You stared up at him with loving eyes, making him kiss your forehead. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“I’m just… happy,” you stated, running your hand through his hair that was slightly damp with his sweat. “I didn’t think you’d feel the same way.”
He snorted. “I assumed that too. I’ve been in love with you for nearly three years now. I was scared to tell you cause of our friendship…”
“You’ll always be my bestfriend, Woo,” you said, burying your face into the crook of his neck. His face fell a little; he wanted to be more than bestfriends. “But you’ve got an extra title now,” you continued.
He gently pushed you away from his body so that he could see your face. “Which is?”
You smirked, leaning in to kiss him. “My boyfriend.”
✁ genre: dystopian au, elemental au, angst, fluff, soulmate au, slight strangers/enemies to lovers warnings: lots of fire mentioned, semi-major character death, fires, attempted major character death, temporary amnesia rating: 16+
✁ wc: 8.7k
✁ plot: you were constantly on fire under his burning gaze, ironically while being in a fire kingdom. behind his intense gaze, however, was someone that you used to know, the same person that was supposed to be your soulmate that the universe had gifted you with; but instead stood a person filled with ashes and hatred for you.
✁ a/n: hii guys!! here i present the wooyoung version of my fic (babylon)’s sequel!! again i hope you guys liked this as much as i did, and if you would like to read the original/sunwoo version of this fic, it’ll be linked under this very text box!! thank you again~
He was the fire that was able to ignite an entire kingdom full of ashes; one touch and everybody would crumble to his feet. At least that was how you remembered him.
“Wooyoung’s alive. He’s been hidden for a while now, but he’s alive. We have to go find him now.”
San’s words have echoed in your ear for days on end since then, up until this very moment where you had been sitting in front of the television facing towards you. Your eyes never tore away from the screen, creating a burning sensation that stung the corners of your vision as you struggled to blink because of how restless you’d been feeling.
It was the middle of January that you found yourself somehow in the middle of a kingdom that produced nothing but heat, making you wonder how it was even remotely possible in the first place. The entire idea of it seemed unrealistic, but the longer that you’d been in this fiery environment with nothing to do, you were hit with the harsh truth as you realized that you hadn’t planned to find him.
You remember your first day entering what you have learned to be named, Ignatius, the kingdom that was built from the ground up by a man wielding fire powers. The rumors of him coming from the heavens; to his origins from hell were constantly spread, but no one had ever seen what he had looked like because of his hidden identity; only his name.
“Y/N, are you okay? You haven’t blinked in a while.” You hear someone call out to you, making you do the said action as you turned your head over to where San had been staring at you worriedly.
The poor boy had been with you all this time, watching as you had been beating yourself over the fact that you had lost Wooyoung for years now, only to learn that he had been alive all this time. He felt guilty towards himself, in a way, for withholding that information from you, but it was better that way due to the promise that he made to the younger before everything had gone downhill.
“Yeah, I’m okay. How long have I been zoning out?” You mumbled, raising your hand towards your eyes to ease the burning sensation. The sound of San clearing his throat before speaking up again made you feel uneasy for some reason, but you disregarded it as you were out of it at the moment.
“Don’t worry about how long you’ve been zoning out. Can you turn the tv volume up a bit?” He asks quietly and you nod in response as you grab the remote to do so, feeling his presence beside you as he decides to sit on the couch to see what had been on the tv while you were spacing out.
‘Breaking news. Our ruler, Jung Wooyoung, has called for an emergency meeting in the Ignatius Fire Palace with his right-hand man and chamber. We have no information on what was discussed at the meeting, but we do have a public statement from the fire king for the first time since the beginnings of the kingdom itself, as this is his first official sighting. Here is what he has stated.’
Your heart drops at the sight of Wooyoung suddenly appearing on the television screen, all color from your face draining as your throat becomes dry just looking at him and his matured looks. It hits you all at once with the realization that he was still alive, but there was something different in his eyes as the camera panned over to his stern face that can only show nothing but a solemn and powerful presence.
It was as though he was a robot, rather than the same human that you had fallen in love with years ago.
“Good evening, everyone. I’m your fire king, Jung Wooyoung. As you may have known, this is my first public appearance. I have called this public announcement to be aired soon to inform you all that something will be planned soon for the future of the kingdom, and whether or not you will join me is entirely up to you,” He says into the microphone with such poise, that you couldn’t even recognize who this new Wooyoung was.
It felt foreign to you.
“There are consequences for actions, as our motto may state, as there are eyes everywhere to watch your every move. You’ll find out soon, in time, who I truly am with my actions. And with that, goodnight everyone.”
The tv shuts off as the last image of his slight smirk at the end of his sentence haunts your brain as you were trying to process what had happened in the last five minutes of your time. He was alive and he was out there somehow still doing something that you had yet to know of, along with the potential of him remembering anything before the big accident that must’ve caused his powers to happen in the first place.
Tears brim at the corner of your eyes just thinking about the incident from years ago, making you wonder what things would’ve been like if it never happened in the first place. You were supposed to be with your soulmate, living happily as normal individuals, but instead of that you had to live in the tragedy that the rough reality was giving you now. There weren’t any more status rankings in class, but there was still the unsettling feeling of loss and heartache that resided in your heart the longer that you weren’t with him.
“I talked to him today, as they mentioned earlier,” San speaks up once again, making you veer around to look at him with a small smile as you motioned for him to go on, but you couldn’t help but feel as though life had been unfair to you right now.
“He has had selective amnesia, Y/N… for years now. When I asked him about you, he didn’t remember anything about you, but somehow he still remembers the others and me since I first found him again.”
Nodding in response, there’s a small breath that escapes your lips as you try not to feel emotional or irrational because of what he had just informed you. Wooyoung has no recollection of who you were, which meant that he doesn’t even remember the fact that you were both bonded as soulmates.
“Then why am I here, San? Why did you bring me here, if not to suffer by not being with him, if he doesn’t even remember anything about me at all?” You ask him, wanting to know the answers to all the questions that you have been holding back out of fear of what those answers will be and how much more hurt you’d be from them.
“He, I think, would want to meet you, or at least is willing to get to know you again,” He points out, trying to at least be hopeful in the situation and you give him a small smile as he tries to comfort you by pulling you into a warm hug.
“The two of you can rebuild what you had back then, and we can start that by going to the fire palace tomorrow.”
You raise your eyebrows at him wondering where he had this idea in the first place, or how long he must’ve conspired the plan, knowing that despite his position in Wooyoung’s inner circle, you were going to be the talk of the kingdom. You were simply a stranger to all of them, and no one, but San, knew who you were. You were about to walk into what seemed like another world, a world in which you had no place being.
It was practically like walking into a lion’s den with meat rung around your neck, but worse because everything and everywhere was somehow connected to fire.
“Fine. Let’s go in the morning after our market run, but any funny business and I’m going back here to pass away.” You say with a sarcastic tone as you look at him, feeling a small flick against your forehead as a small laugh escapes your lips.
“Yeah, yeah, you dramatic baby. It’s going to be okay, I promise.”
Everything was absolutely notokay.
You stood outside of the Ignatius Palace with sweaty palms, your blood running cold as reality was slowly hitting you and your stomach churns at the thoughts of what might possibly happen today. The next few moments felt as though it was unfolding right in front of you in slow motion, and you didn’t want anything to start yet. Were you even ready to face what you had been desiring to see these last few years of being away from the world?
“You ready, Y/N? He’s inside waiting.”
Your hand was unknowingly hovering over the door knob, mind unsure as to why you were hesitating when you have been waiting all these years to see him again. Were you scared of the fact that something bad was going to happen, or that you were setting yourself up for an outcome so bad that you should have never been here in the first place?
Turning around to look at San, who had been giving you a small smile this whole time to reassure your emotions, you could feel everything weighing down on your hand as you weren’t sure where to even begin to place everything together. All because of the barrier between you and whatever was behind this door.
Would he be the same person that you knew?
Once you opened the door, you quietly stepped in to see a more grand version of a castle that you never could’ve imagined creating. In contrast to the actual environment that was outside, you were greeted with cool air, like air conditioning, as you took every small step closer to what you assumed was the foyer.
Eyes scanning across the walls and decor, there was another path from the entrance that you noticed had led to another room. The moment you step in, however, causes you to feel regret that you did so; tears were pricking your eyes and your heart seemed to beat out of your chest, unsure as to how you were going to keep your composure now.
Every single emotion that you have concealed overtime suddenly began to spill out for you to expose, making your breathing heavier and wavering the more that you kept your eyes on the portraits that were openly displayed on the walls. Each and every frame held a pristine name in a plaque of the boys that you were once friends with; the very same ones that had sacrificed their lives the day that you had been taken in by the soldiers back home and given the chance to win at survival at the expense of theirs.
“They’re realistic, aren’t they?”
The sudden voice that enters the room sends shivers down your spine, the smoothness of it allowing for goosebumps to prick your skin, but you refuse to turn around. You could already feel his warm presence standing beside you as the two of you had been standing in front of one of the portraits, one that you recognized as Hongjoong’s while all the memories you had with him had also resurfaced into your mind.
“It was hard to get these painted, since there weren’t many printed pictures of them all,” He remarks before turning to you and you notice how the moment that you both had locked eyes, everything felt different.
You knew that you jinxed yourself the moment that you started to walk through the doors.
“The painter was talented, weren’t they? If only they were all here to see these for themselves.”
All the words fell past your lips and instead were stomped on as you were at a loss for the syllables and phonetics to explain what had been going on in your mind. Instead, you take in all his beauty that was in front of you, the feeling of taking something for granted settling in your chest as you wondered how he became like this in the first place.
But to be fair, you had also contributed to this as well.
“So you’re the king, huh?” You mumbled quietly, finally making eye contact with him as you could feel his gaze burn into your soul, trying to see what your true intentions were as you, personally, had been struggling to keep a simple composure.
“You must be special then, if you’ve never heard about me. San didn’t tell you?” He muses, crossing his arms in front of his chest. You could feel the unsettling feeling in your own lungs the moment that he had said them.
Of course you have heard about him, you knew him.
It was evident that he didn’t recognize you, making you realize that he had never remembered you the moment that he must’ve been alive again. The realization makes your heart weigh heavy in your chest as tears slightly prick the corners of your eyes once again, but you disregarded them by clearing your throat before continuing once again, hoping that maybe this time around you could be more sure about yourself… or him.
“He told me what I needed to know, don’t worry about me-”
“Then there must be a reason why you came here in the first place,” He says, smirking before heading out of the room first with his hands before his back and with the way that he walks away first makes you want to gravitate to follow him.
“Aren’t you going to come along, sweetheart?”
His words make your face flush at the pet name before you slowly trail behind him, unsure of where he would be leading you in the castle. You looked around your surroundings as he had directed you to who knows where, but it wasn’t until the two of you had started going up stairs that brought your attention back to realize that he was taking you upstairs and you wondered where he wanted you to go with him.
The door that he suddenly opens leads to the rooftop, or at least some part of the roof that was part of the castle and he motions for you to sit down beside him, close to the ledge. Your feet stay grounded as you look out towards the view to see what he sees everyday; flaming red fire that never seems to burn out or disintegrate from its own fumes.
It’s quiet as the two of you stare out at the kingdom, neither of you deciding to say anything but instead letting the loud silence overtake you both. You weren’t sure what to say in the first place, trying to take in the fact that he was still alive and well in front of you. The only thing that was different was the fact that he didn’t remember you, and this time he was a fire wielding individual that held power in his own kingdom, in which he had built from the ground up.
You didn’t know this Jung Wooyoung.
“Those people on the wall that you were looking at earlier… How did you know them?” He suddenly asks you quietly, finally breaking the silence that was looming over the both of you, as if you both weren’t sitting on the roof of the castle that was overseeing the rest of the kingdom.
Your eyes glance between him and the buildings in front of you as everything slowly settles into your mind. It seemed as though he had everything he could even ask for in the first place as you knew that you couldn’t take that away from him, not when he seems to be content with what he has in his hands now; which was why you decided that maybe you should start to let go the ghost memory that you had of him… slowly.
“They meant everything to me, the same way they were everything to you.”
You decided to stay, at least for the sake of San’s convenience.
After that first day of seeing him again, the idea of running away was more appealing to you. It was up until nightfall that San had found you on the rooftop still about an hour after Wooyoung went back inside. The argument he made about you possibly being able to help him regain his memories was a possibility that could happen, and you think that it’s pathetic of you to use that as your excuse as you had been in the fiery kingdom for these last two weeks.
However that must not have been the case if you weren’t in a room full of people who’s gazes could cut through a knife.
Today was a meeting that was meant to be between Wooyoung and San with a new group that was rising within the kingdom itself, wanting to hear out their demands as they heard from insiders about a possible rebellion. You knew that San was relieved about the fact that they had sought them out quickly, but to what extent were they safe, given the fact that the demands the groups had asked were a lot to even wish for.
“There’s no way I can do that.”
His words were cold enough to send shivers down your spine, recognizing that tone as one where he wanted to cut to the chase. You experienced this side of Wooyoung more than enough, considering he had been nothing but cold to you the entire time that you’ve been staying and you wouldn’t have been here either; it was because of San’s faith and hope that made you stay.
“Why? Are you scared that even you, the most powerful king, can’t handle a little fire?” The leader of the group tauned, smirking as the toothpick in between their teeth ever-so-slightly moved to the corner of their lips whilst pressing their hands to the table, looming close to Wooyoung, “How cute-“
“Don’t test me right now, Kyungmin. You know damn well that it’s not safe, considering power is harder to wield for the wrong purposes.” Wooyoung threatens, shooting daggers at the younger but neither of them decided to stand down from their stare off in the tension filled room.
He was right though.
The plan that Kyungmin and his crew had supposedly come in to ask Wooyoung to create was a subsidiary fire environment that would rule under another leader, one that wouldn’t have to abide by the rules of Ignatius. It would’ve required a lot of power and strength that you all know Wooyoung was able to wield considering he built his kingdom from the ground up, but he knew that by listening to Kyungmin’s wishes would only create more chaos than it should have been.
“Afraid of embarrassing yourself in front of your precious angel-”
“Get out of here, Yang Kyungmin, before I make you leave right now.”
There’s a louder silence as you could feel your face heat up from what was just exchanged, unsure as to what had just happened. You turned to make eye contact with San, who was just as confused as you were, until his face became more stern, getting ready to immediately press his walkie to call the guards outside of the room for standby to get rid of the group out of the secluded meeting room.
Before you could even blink, they suddenly all disappeared from your line of sight, leaving you alone with Wooyoung in the room as you watched him try to collect his thoughts from the side. You weren’t sure what to do at the moment, considering you didn’t have the right to even comfort him since he was still cold to you, but maybe…
“Do you want to go take a walk?”
Your small offer made him snap out of whatever trance he was in, making him turn his head over to where you had been standing with your hands behind your back awkwardly and he let out a breath. However he seems to take in your offer, for once, as he motions for you to head out first, until he shuts the door behind you the moment that you leave past the door frame. The sound of it slamming behind makes you jump in surprise before you’re turning to face the door with a frown on your face.
So much for turning things around.
A breath escapes your lips as you turn to head back to the room that you had been staying in these days, walking past the servants that looked at you with a grim look on their faces knowing the history you had with the boy earlier. You couldn’t help but remember your first night here, knowing that it was a rocky start and that was when everyone had pieced it together from then.
It was a quiet dinner when San had called you down to eat with him and Wooyoung, the thought of it seeming harmless as you walked out of your room after showering. You were wearing clothes that one of the maids had left out for you to wear after grabbing some from the shops within the kingdom, luckily fitting you as you walked into the dining hall with ease as though you had been living here your entire life.
To be quite fair, it was built exactly the way that you both had talked about before in the past.
The memory of you and Wooyoung spending countless nights talking about your future together was nothing but an empty promise, you remembered planning each distinct detail of the building. If only he had remembered you instead of the architecture, you thought to yourself, taking a seat on the opposite side of Wooyoung, as the only seat open seemed to be beside San.
From what you remember, the dinner was quiet as the three of you had not spoken with all of the servants surrounding you guys. Nobody had spared a single thought out loud and instead were sounds of each of you quietly eating your dinner in peace. It wasn’t until you slightly turned your head to lock eyes with San that he made a small motion with his eyes to make some small talk, as if that were going to help make the dinner less awkward.
However, it seems as though Wooyoung had seen through your little exchange as he shot daggers at you both through his gaze before setting his utensils from his grip. He lets out an exasperated, but also exaggerated sigh in which you could tell was dripping with sarcasm before he decides to break the long awaited silence that was just meant to be broken.
“Are you two going to do this all night, or do you want to tell me what’s going on?” He breathes out, making you freeze in your spot considering you didn’t think that he would directly call you both out on it.
“Damn, what’s up your ass?” You mumbled before stuffing your food-filled fork into your mouth. For a split second you could hear San stifle his laughter, just as you can hear Wooyoung silently grumbling to himself before standing up and taking his dinner to where you presumed was his workroom.
And from there on out, it had been nothing but coldness from him this whole entirety of your stay.
You shut the door quietly once you had finally made it back to the room, letting out a breath that you unknowingly had been holding in before sliding down against the door. Being around him felt like it was asking for too much of your energy, your mental one, to even bear with his now newfound disruptive and cold aura, because you could only hold onto the idea that he might remember for so long…
It was at this point where you were pretty sure that at this point, the old Wooyoung wasn’t going to come back.
Your eyes trailed over to where you had some of your stuff on the nightstand, away from wandering eyes because only you had decided to keep it there out of reach. A picture frame, as easy and cliche as it sounds, had rest upon the nightstand as you walked over to hold it in your hands, looking at the image itself to reminisce how easy it was back then; it was easy enough to be around him, to even tolerate the fact that his presence was something that you had been looking for all your life because you were meant to be soulmates.
The universe had a really cruel way of playing with your heart at this moment, and you wondered what you must’ve done in your past life to end up this way with the burning feeling of emptiness in your heart. Rather than an inflation of love spewing in it, replace one that you could only identify as bitterness, envy, as you wondered why you couldn’t be with your soulmate like everyone else could, and why you lived through what you did.
It was to the point where those thoughts had drained your energy, forgetting when you had fallen asleep in the middle of the night on your bed with the picture of both you and Wooyoung on your first anniversary in your hands.
Something felt off.
There was an overwhelming silence as you were currently walking around the palace, finding yourself wandering into the room that you went to when you first arrived here about a month ago. The portraits of the other boys stared back at you with a sense of familiarity, making you wish that they were still around to also help you and San guide in helping Wooyoung regain his memories from back then. So far in a span of a month, nothing had progressed in gaining them back except for the fact that something shifted in your relationship.
Since the day that he had shut the door on you after the meeting with Kyungmin, his demeanor seemed to have changed as he was awkwardly not cold to you anymore. There were many attempts in which you assumed was trying to make peace with you, but you weren’t sure considering he had only left after giving or telling you something that would’ve caught you off guard; assuming that he must’ve felt embarrassed to.
The silence in the room feels comforting, for a moment, as you scanned the portraits the same way that you did then and tears fill your eyes with the overwhelming emotion of remorse; the consequences to save not only you from dying back home and himself was the cost of other peoples’ lives.
Was it not selfish of you both to go through Wooyoung’s plan? What if-
“Happy birthday, Y/N.”
The soft voice of someone entering the room breaks you out of your trance as you quickly turn around in your spot to face both Wooyoung and San with smiles on their faces. Your eyes looked down to see the red frosted cake that was in the elder’s hands and a bouquet of white roses in the latter’s, making you wonder why they took it upon themselves to have this celebration for you in the first place.
“What did you both do?” You hinted, crossing your arms in front of your chest as you raise an eyebrow at their antics and you notice the quick exchange of eye glances between them.
They were definitely hiding something.
“Can’t we celebrate your birthday in peace?” San jokes before motioning towards the cake that was still in his hands, making you realize that they were lit up for a moment as you stared at the flickering flames.
“Make a wish, Y/N!”
You hesitate for a moment to think about what you wanted to wish for this year, but there was only one that came to mind as you looked between the boys and the cake in front of you. I wish that Wooyoung would come back, you thought to yourself, locking eyes with the boy himself as you blew out the candles with a heartbroken smile.
As much as you had wanted your wish to come true, it couldn’t. Amidst the warm smiles, you locked eyes with Wooyoung as he handed you the bouquet of roses while San went off to grab a knife to cut proper slices of cake for the three of you.
Silence filled the room like it always had whenever it was just the two of you.You felt something shift as his fingers brushed against yours in the exchange, and what you always felt from his cold touches happened to be more warm. His eyes gazing into your own, an unfamiliar feeling settles in your chest as you try to maintain the eye contact that he had initiated in the first place until he breaks the short lived tension.
“We got you strawberry cake. It’s your favorite right?” He muses, butterflies erupting in your stomach. You don’t remember telling him such a small detail about yourself, making you think that San had told him.
“I had a hunch, so I went along with it.”
His words answered your thoughts as you looked up at him curiously, unsure how he knew that you were questioning him. Once San came back into the room with three slices of the aforementioned strawberry cake. The tension in the atmosphere dissipates as you take the slice from his hand and bite into it, savoring its sweetness and the slight bitterness of the strawberry on your tastebuds.
“This is actually really good.” You muttered to yourself in awe, turning to face them, small smiles lingered on their faces between bites.
“Wooyoung actually made it-.”
The four words nearly made you slightly hiccup as you nearly choked on the cake, but the two of them had helped you stop choking as Wooyoung instantly offered you a glass of water which had been brought in by one of his servants. The two of you exchanged a look, considering you were very weary of his kind actions, but nothing else was said as you took a gulp.
“Was my baking really that bad, that you started to choke?” He joked, making you look at him in confusion and you wonder who this new Wooyoung was.
“No, it’s fine,” You mumbled as you set the water back to where it had originally come from, taking the cake back to your bedroom in silence.
When you were out of both their sights, both Wooyoung and San exchanged spare glances before the younger let out a soft sigh before slowly following you back to your room. As he walked down the familiar path, thinking about everything that had happened in a span of a month. Today he had made it his mission to get you to forgive him for everything he had done to you since then, considering he was nothing but cold and closed off.
He’s faced with your door as he hears small sniffles from the other side, making his eyebrows furrow at the sound before staring down at the roses he happened to still have in his grasp. Raising his hand, he knocks on your door gently, hoping that maybe he wasn’t intruding on what must’ve been a vulnerable moment for you until he hears slight shuffles to where the door was as it opened to the sight of you.
“What do you want, Wooyoung?” You mumbled, looking at him in confusion.He had seen the way your eyes were rimmed with red; indicating that you must’ve been crying as soon as you had gotten back to your room.
Was he the cause of it?
“Want to take a small walk with me?” He asks you softly, offering you the bouquet of roses as he watches you contemplate for a moment before nodding your head in response.
You open the door wider so that you could take the bouquet from him and he takes a few steps away from your door, motioning for you to go first when suddenly you slam the door shut in front of his face. He was baffled for a moment, unsure as to why you had shut the door on him in the first place, but he remembers the day that he had done that very same thing to you after the meeting.
“Karma’s a bitch, Wooyoung. Thanks for the roses, though.” He hears you voice out from the other side of the door. Silent once more as a small smile blossoms on his face.
He can’t bring himself to admit that you’ve been plaguing his mind, your presence alone making him less concentrated on his duties and instead understand why you still continued to stay when he has only been cold to you. However, the past few weeks have been filled with blurred dreams of him with someone’s voice who had seemed so distant, yet their presence felt familiar to him.
He wasn’t sure who it was, but one thing for sure was that somehow it all went back to you. He pondered as he walked back down the corridors to his workroom.
Why were you still there waiting on him?
You woke up to chaos erupting outside your window.
Your comforter was immediately thrown to the side of your bed as you scrambled to your window, seeing a group of people attempting to barge into the palace, visible anger emitting from the crowd. Your blood runs cold as you could see their leader, Kyungmin, standing at the center, his shouts louder than anyone else’s. You could hear him demand to see Wooyoung from inside.
At the same time, you could hear people pacing around the palace to help prepare for what might be a massacre, but you didn’t want to think about that. Instead you left your room to head towards San’s quarters, knocking on his door loudly, hoping that he could spare some answers but when the doors had finally opened, you were instead greeted by the sight of Wooyoung.
“Why is Kyungmin here?” You immediately asked, concerned about the safety of your best friend and the latter in front of you. You noticed he was dressed in protective gear, and that’s when you had realized that this must’ve been serious.
“He wants to charge the palace and take my powers for himself. Y/N, go back to your room where it’s safer. Let us handle this.” He says, starting to stalk past you until the moment that you quickly grab his wrist to stop him, turning his figure back around to face you.
“No, let me help you guys-”
“Y/N, it’s too dangerous for you to be here, just go back.” He argues and for a moment it feels like deja vu all over again from the last time you were both here in this situation; the one that had cost the lives of all your friends for the sake of your own.
A loud beat of silence overtook you both as he waited for you to back down, hoping that maybe you would actually go back so that you wouldn’t get hurt from what was yet to come. This specific scene playing out in front of him felt familiar as well, making him unsure as to why it did when he looked into the pained expression behind your eyes. However before he could say anything, your fingers brush away from his wrist and he watches as you turn away to leave him back down the corridor without another word.
You were going to show him that you were more than capable of handling yourself.
Not wanting to sit back this time, you went back to your room with intent in your mind as you looked through your stuff to find protective gear yourself along with some sort of staff that could help defend you later on. You weren’t sure what you were getting yourself into, but you were absolutely sure that you were going to be ready for anything when you faced the crowd later.
The moment that you were graced with the view of the crowd was almost too anxiety-inducing, considering there were so many rebels under Kyungmin’s leadership that filled the foyer. They were fighting against the guards that had been doing nothing but trying to safely stop them without physically hurting them, but it only became worse as you noticed someone being crowded in the corner of your eye.
With every strength that you could manifest, you reeled your arm back before reeling the staff over your shoulder to where the crowd suddenly scattered the moment that you launched it, watching as all eyes were now on you. Smoke erupts from the tip of the staff you’d just thrown, leaving everyone else to rush out of the palace to retreat from the scene except for two rebels who had been left behind.
Your eyes scan for both Wooyoung and San, realizing that they were both on opposite ends of the spectrum as Wooyoung had been defending himself against two of the rebels from the leftover crowd. Unfortunately for you, you felt as though time had slowed down the moment that you finally were able to find Kyungmin, remembering his presence as you notice him slowly creeping up on San, who had been distracted with regaining his vision from the smoke.
“San, look out!”
Your words seemed to come out hoarse, because the moment that they escaped your lips was when you let out heavy coughs from the smoke slowly coming up to where you were. Everything unfolded in front of you as you watched San quickly turn to shoot Kyungmin in the stomach, watching as the latter cripples in front of him as he stood in front of the now dead corpse.
You rushed over to where San had been standing, but it wasn’t until you watched him turn around to see that he had been clutching his stomach as there was a large gash bleeding through his shirt. A gasp escapes your lips as you catch him the moment that his knees give out on him, not wanting to touch the dagger that had been stabbed into his stomach but you were afraid.
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help you get Wooyoung to remember…” He mumbles quietly, labored breaths escaping his lips as you shake your head in response,tears haphazardly escaping your eyes.
“No no no… you weren’t supposed to get hurt this time, San-”
“Hey, it’s okay, Y/N,” He says while wiping the strands of hair away from your eyes and you couldn’t help but let sobs escape just as the sounds of someone’s rushed footsteps run over to where you were, “Wooyoung-”
“San, you’re not dying on me now,” The younger states almost immediately, but the moment that Wooyoung had touched San’s wrist to at least help fasten the healing process there was nothing that came out of him, making him realize what it had meant.
“It doesn’t hurt, I promise. You don’t have to take my pain away anymore… ”
He lets out a weak smile and looks at the both of you, two cursed soulmates, with fondness in his eyes and you couldn’t help but think that it was your fault because you didn’t warn him fast enough. Reaching out to hold both of your hands, he gives you a small look before motioning for you to move in closer so that he could whisper something to you in secret as his last wish.
Wooyoung notices how your eyes widen in surprise, but you were silent the entire time throughout the exchange between you both.
“I… I can’t-”
“Trust me, Y/N… You’ll be happy again.” He weakly smiled before his eyes had finally grown heavy, fluttering shut slowly as neither of you had said anything.
You felt as if your world had finally crumbled down, the only person that had been there to support you throughout the last few years had left for good. Now that he was gone, you weren’t sure what else you were meant to be doing at the fire palace that you had grown to adjust to when the person who ruled the kingdom in the first place was giving you mixed signals.
“He’s going to be taken to a friend of mine, Taehyun the ice king. His ice palace is far away from here, but they’re going to see if they can turn his ashes to ice after the funeral… You should go to sleep, Y/N. We’ve suffered enough, after today.” Wooyoung breathes out quietly, glancing over to see you still frozen in your spot where you were still looking down at San’s now still body on the blood-stained palace floor.
But the moment when he reaches out to you is when you turn around and leave him; not a single word leaves your lips as he watches you disappear back into depths of the hallways without realizing that he never asked if you were okay in the first place.
The room ironically felt cold, despite being in the palace of fire.
With your knees up to your chest, you could only stare at the ground in front of you blankly as the last couple hours of the previous night were catching up to you. You felt lost and empty as you wondered where everything had gone wrong. Ever since the moment that you had stepped foot into the cursed place, you could only blame yourself for the passing of your best friend. While everyone else was at the funeral that was currently being held, you were alone in your room.
You shouldn’t have been there in the first place, but the same could’ve been said about him, if the both of you weren’t there, he could’ve been beside you right now. You remember how cold San had felt in your touch as you heard about how Wooyoung’s men took him to another kingdom made of ice, to try to help sustain his supposedly faint heartbeat, but you were pretty sure that he was long gone now.
There was no way San would have survived the incident or the trip to the ice palace, and it was all your fault.
Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as you thought to yourself that you should’ve never come here in the first place, despite San’s wish for you to try and convince Wooyoung to remember his past. Was the entire trip worth it, when it came with the cost of not your life, but the one person that held your reality with a sense of hope? San was dead, and you didn’t know what you were supposed to do. There wasn’t anyone else in the world that you could live with, especially not if your own soulmate couldn’t even remember who you were.
You tear your eyes away from whatever you had been dozing off to and turn toward the newly placed vase of white roses in your room, remembering how both San and Wooyoung had gifted it to you for your birthday prior to everything. Taking strides toward the elegant vase, you could feel the tears stream down the apples of your cheeks as you picked up one of the rose stems, noticing the thorns had been cut off prior to avoiding you from getting pricked by them.
How considerate.
The rose in your hand felt heavier than it looked. You knew this was the last memory you had of San, and what was a better way of remembering him than finding him in the afterlife? The window was ajar, giving you an opportunity to light the rose with the flames covering the sides of the palace, waiting a moment for a flicker of light to set the rose aflame before pulling it back inside.
Taking the small flame on the white rose that was in your hand, you slowly let it roll out of your hands as you watched vibrant colors waver in front of your eyes. The fire igniting from the small flower was the only thing you kept your eyes on as the innocent white color began to churn, slowly burning from the intensity of the fire’s magic. Streaks of fire slowly enveloping the entire room you were in.
A small breath escapes your lips as you let out a weak chuckle, thinking that this might be the last thing you remember. The heat was slowly getting to you, the ashes and smoke that were filling the room clouding your thoughts. The last thing you remember before blacking out were flashes of your life flashing before your eyes momentarily, reminding you of your tragic love story that you had set alight.
The smell of smoke, however, fills Wooyoung’s nose as he walks down the hallway to greet you for dinner, but something feels off. He could see smoke slowly filling his gaze, his eyes darting over to the origins of it as he recognized it to be your room. It was as if his feet had carried him on their own before his brain could even process it, because almost instantly he arrived at your door in a split second.
It was locked, he tried to jiggle it open, but the moment that he felt the extensive heat on the palm of his hands, it was as if he had been shocked by not lighting, but new memories that had surged from the back of his mind. His hand burned slightly as he let out a yelp, making him pull away from the doorknob, until suddenly his head began to hurt; the more that his blurred dreams from the last few weeks became more apparent, the clearer the memory became .
It was you.
You who had been with him years before, being with the rest of the team and by his side. It was you who he had made promises to and never intended to break, the person that he knew was supposed to be with him for his life because he knew that the two of you were meant to be; soulmates. You were his soulmate, and here he was, finally remembering you after so long when you must’ve been suffering this without him.
“Y/N!”
His shouts blocked out the loud thuds of him attempting to break open the door, and if it weren’t for his aching shoulder, he would’ve given up. However, the fires that were slowly engulfing the room that made the door even hotter and after one more big shove, the door finally burst open as he darted into the room, bringing you out of the burning death trap.
You were unconscious in his arms as he tried to get you out as far away as possible from the flames that he had diffused with a quick movement of his hand, bringing you to his bedroom where he knew he had spare equipment. There was soot covering your body from head to toe, but Wooyoung’s only concern was to make sure that you were still alive as he delicately placed you on his bed.
He immediately checks your pulse, feeling the light beats of your heart still pulsing in your veins and he instantly feels relieved that you were still with him. Resorting to giving you CPR, he continues to attempt to resuscitate you as he mentally prays to himself that you would be okay until your eyes finally shot open. Grabbing out a glass of water for you to drink, you slowly take it from his hold but your eyes were on his shaking body as he had tried to process what had just happened.
“What were you thinking, Y/N? You could have died!”
“And you should have let me.”
“Why should I, when I had just gotten you back?” He argues back and there’s a silence that engulfs the both of you as he can sense that you were frustrated with him.
However, he was just as frustrated considering he had regained all his memories, and right when he did, he had almost lost you again; just like he did during the time loop in the past.
His words felt as though they were twisting both your heart and your thoughts as you couldn’t help but let tears stream down your face. You wanted to believe him in this moment, that he suddenly had gained all his memories and that this was the Wooyoung that you loved, the one that was your soulmate until the very end. However, you couldn’t bring yourself to believe him as you stared at the man in front of you in disbelief while you felt yourself being brought into his chest to console.
You didn’t stop him from doing so, because you were still confused. You wanted to hate him, for putting you through so much and for the endless heartbreaks you suffered through. But at the same time, you wanted to feel relieved. You wanted to believe in the fact that he had finally remembered you and your entire past together, but you were still uncertain…
“You don’t remember me, there was nothing that would have worked. You can’t be serious right now, Wooyoung, of all times. San’s dead, and just when I was going to go find him, you saved me from that. Why would you save me, when you should’ve just let me go?” You cried, feeling yourself hiccupping in between your words but you could feel him gently wipe your tears as he had slowly rubbed your back comfortingly.
“I burned an entire world for you, and I’ll do it a million times again if I have to. You might think that I’ve forgotten, but I finally remember… I remember when I first loved you, and I remember nearly dying loving you.” He declares, still holding you close into his chest as you found comfort into his fast heartbeats that were thumping in your ear.
You felt as if your heart would explode, chills raising the hairs on your arms as you suddenly felt teardrops into your hair. You instantly looked up to see that he started crying, an instinctive feeling in which you moved your hand up to wipe the tears away from the apples of his cheeks, but you still felt weary of this moment as you couldn’t understand why it was when you were on the brink of death, that he finally regained all memories and saved you from dying again.
“If you really remember everything about us… what’s one thing that we both did before we broke the time loop that we were stuck in?” You whispered quietly, refusing to meet his eyes as you knew that he was racking his brain for answers.
“I held you one last time, hearing you say that you had loved me and were willing to trust my plan to make sure that you wouldn’t die again on my watch.”
It was as if the universe had finally healed as you could only feel warmth from him and everything was finally coming together with the right pieces. He tenderly took your hand into his and placed a gentle kiss on each of your knuckles, making you feel as though you were rejuvenated once again now that he was finally back.
“Are you really back, Wooyoung? After the last month of hell, and losing our best friend because of everything… is our soulmate bond actually rebuilt just like that, because you saved me again?” You whispered softly, clasping onto his hand and squeezing it slightly.
You could see the corners of his lips curl into a beautiful drawing that could paint your mind forever.
“You’re the only one for me, Y/N. It was always you, and it always will be.” He smiles gently, leaning in to kiss you and within the kiss, you could feel a familiar burning passion that you recognized to be only from him as you kissed him back; this was where you were meant to be.
In his arms and only with him.
He was a fire that was able to ignite an entire kingdom with one touch, yet with you, he was the one that finally crumbled to his own feet. He had set fire to a world around him, ready to bring everyone to their horrible downfalls if they were to ever deceive him, but never had he once let a flame touch you; his one and only untouchable blue flame.
⇢ Pairing: Wooyoung x fem!Reader ⇢ Genre: Smut, a smidge of angst ⇢ Warnings: Sexual content, mutual masturbation, unprotected mirror sex, cumshot ⇢ Word Count: 1,936 ⇢ Synopsis: Your roommate’s best friend invites himself in and surprises you when you’re wrapped in a towel… only a towel. ⇢ A/N: why can’t i write smut outside a bathroom….
