Idk How To Describe It Accurately But Watching Are You Sure Makes Me Feel At Peace. Its Like My Comfort

Idk how to describe it accurately but watching Are You Sure makes me feel at peace. It’s like my comfort show.

CLUB CLASSICS — PT. 1 of MEGAVERSE — [18+!]

AN INTERACTIVE SERIES

“Come on, be a good girl for me, Y/N,” he softly whispers.

❇️ All you wanted was to be a little delusional. Nothing out of the ordinary, simply creating your crush as a character in a video game to make him fall in love with the version of yourself. Everyone does that, right? Little did you know that cheating your way through the storyline would make you end up in a parallel universe that seems a little too similar to the game you were playing.

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🧩 CONTENT INFO: skz ot8 x afab reader [not at the same time], smut/fluff/angst, parallel universe/video game au, sci-fi au, refer to series m.list for more infos

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⛳️ CONTENT WARNING: explicit sexual content [includes oral (f receiving), protected sex, choking, praise, name calling such as babygirl and good girl], alcohol consumption, mention of smoking weed and dealing, subtle hint of toxic relationship and stalking (not reader)

💚 AUTHOR’S NOTE: the first part is here! choose your option wisely. i hope you will like this little intro and if you do so, I’d be very grateful for any kind support (reblogs, comments, asks, DMs etc.). I’m sending lots of love to you and thank you for reading 🫶🏻

Some people would say that it's weird texting your friend that lives with you while he’s at home as well, but perhaps that’s just the age we live in. Or in your specific case, it’s easier to communicate with written words, regarding the fact you have a crush on him.

Opening the Discord app, you search for Jisung’s chat with you and send a message as well as a little meme to hype him up.

[y/n]: hop on discord dude

[y/n]: tenor.gif

You know that he’s always on his phone—especially nowadays which worries you a little—so he might see the messages soon and he does.

[jisung]: sorry mate i’m busy gettin readyyy

[jisung]: venessa invited me over ;)

Your heart bursts into a thousand pieces. Right. The girl he’s been texting with. 

It’s ridiculous, yes, that you have a crush on your longtime friend and roommate Han Jisung—and also a little pathetic but who can resist a gamer boy—so it was inevitable for jealousy to bubble up in your stomach and take over you.

Deep breaths, Y/N. Everything’s alright.

[y/n]: jeong venessa? that tiktok girlie?

You know who he means. You don’t even know why you ask again. Tapping your nails against the surface of your table, you await an answer.

[jisung]: you heard it correctly

[jisung]: tonight’s the night if you know what i mean

You do indeed know but you wished you could erase it from your brain forever.

[y/n]: oh congrats 

[y/n]: then i’m gonna go partying alone with cecilia. your loss. they’re playing 2010s music tonight in hongdae 

It’s not even a lie. That was your plan for later anyway. However, after a round of possibly playing your current favourite game with him you were hopeful to get Jisung to drag along with you. It would have been a perfect idea to spend more time with him—while your best friend is busy talking to her own crush anyway. Cool, now you’re gonna be third wheeling.

[jisung]: you guys are going clubbing in hongdae??? then you probably won’t need me anyway. there will be enough other men trying to get your attention ;)

Other men that give you attention?

Does he mean that otherwise he would be the one to do that?

Han Jisung confuses to no end these days. This constant hot and cold, push and pull messes with your head. One second he’s flirting with you, the next one he’s talking about that Venessa girl again.

[y/n]: like… you?

[y/n]: what’s that supposed to mean, ji?

You look at the little symbol that shows that he’s typing, before you receive two messages.

[jisung]: nothing 😝 have fun baby

[jisung]: call me if you need anything 

Baby.

That’s the thing.

Why does he call you baby a few hours before probably having his dick inside another woman?

[y/n]: i thought you were busy with venessa 🤨

You don’t get him.

[jisung]: probably will be 😏

[jisung]: but i’m always here for my favourite girl so don’t worry 😘

You decide to just drop it. Jisung isn’t aware of your actual feelings for him and you guys have always been this playful and flirty with one another. So, you can’t just start being mad at him out of nowhere. That wouldn’t be fair.

Sure, what you guys need is an actual conversation. Communicate whatever the fuck that is between you two. But then again, he’s been so busy these days with his work as a new IT consultant after graduating college—you seriously have no idea what his job involves and what he does there—so this hasn’t been an option so far.

You brush all those thoughts off and type another message.

[y/n]: have fun too ji!! 🥰

He instantly replies.

[jisung]: thanks baby ❤️

“Y/N, he will be here tonight!” Cecilia squeals.

Yes. This is the first thing your best friend says when she enters your apartment two hours after your little chat with Jisung who still isn’t at home.

Cecilia doesn’t even greet you, but walks inside, severely hyped for the night. You absolutely adore and admire how much energy she brings into a room but for an introvert like you it can get annoying quickly as well.

“Who?”

She takes her shoes off, grabs you by your wrist and drags you into your bedroom.

“Hyunjin, you dumbass. I told you, he’s gonna go to the same club with his friends,” Cecilia explains, dropping down to the floor to start doing her makeup. “Which also means Changbin will be there too though…”

“Of course he had to be here too,” you chuckle. “I mean, your brother and Hyunjin are best friends. Changbin goes whenever he goes.”

“I know, but it’s sooo annoying,” she says, throwing her head back.

“I get that, darling. We’re gonna make the best out of this night,” you reassure her, while finishing up your makeup. You’re already looking for the dress that you want to wear, running around in your small bedroom.

“Sure! Tonight’s the night for Hyunjin finally taking me home with him,” she giggles.

God, it’s annoying. You seriously thought this was gonna be a girls’ night—at least as much as possible—but Cecilia is unfortunately that type of woman that talks about men all day long.

“D’you think he fucks in missionary or prefers doggy?” she questions, tilting her head.

“Cee! Are you insane? Why would you ask that?”

“Ugh, never mind. You’re such a prude, for real,” she scoffs. “When was the last time you got any?”

You hate it. You absolutely hate it when she starts talking about sex. It’s not like you’re actually a prude—it drives you mad that she talks to you like this but you’re too much of a coward to defend yourself—but you might be inexperienced, yes. Most men you met in your life just didn’t excite you in a way that’s enough to be intimate with them.

You don’t have to love someone to cross that border, but there has to be some type of connection and a little spark between you for it to work.

“Does it matter?” you ask, slipping into the black dress you chose for tonight.

“Yeah, you need to get outta there. Make some experience. I can’t believe your body count is still only two,” Cecilia shakes her head.

“Why is it a bad thing? I mean, it doesn’t really matter if my body count is two or twenty, does it?” you ask, turning around towards her.

“You’re such a pretty girl when you take in some effort and dress up, why not get some free attention from men, hm?”

You decide to not reply anymore and it works—the conversation dies down and Cecilia forgets about the topic. However, this just brings her back to her previous focus.

“Do you think Hyunjin prefers dark red lipstick or a brighter shade?” she asks, looking at two different products in her hand.

It’s been like this for weeks now. Hyunjin, Hyunjin, Hyunjin. That’s all she ever talks about. Sure, you can admit that the guy is handsome—but you’d love to talk to your best friend about other topics as well.

“I don’t know… I’d just wear what fits best with the outfit,” you suggest.

“Thanks, babe!” Cecilia applies her dark red lipstick before she looks at you, her mouth falling agape. “Gosh, you look pretty like this. You should totally wear dresses like these more often and stop hiding.”

“Thank you.” At least you guess so. Sometimes Cecilia’s compliments feel a little backhanded.

So, for whatever reason—it might be the wine you had—you decide to ask her questions instead, “What’s your thoughts on having a first date with Hyunjin, by the way?”

“First date? I’d love to date him, no question. But you know how I feel about serious relationships these days. After everything with Michael,” she explains

Right. The guy that told her that he loved her after the first date and then called her with several different numbers after she kept blocking him.

“Yeah, that’s super valid. I just thought… you seem to like Hyunjin a lot, so…” you continue.

“I do,” she agrees, looking into your eyes now and she’s suddenly so serious. “But I also need to protect my heart so no man can ever stab it with a dagger again.”

“Fair point.” You get up from your seat and grab your purse, watching Cecilia finishing the last touches of her lipstick. “Are you ready?”

Your best friend stands up too, as she follows you to the front door of your apartment. Jisung is already gone and for a second your thoughts start wandering again.

But only until Cecilia snaps you out of them. “Let’s go, babe.”

It’s loud. It’s sticky. It’s crowded in here.

Why the hell did you decide to go clubbing in Hongdae again?

Cecilia and you have been here for almost half an hour, currently sipping on your second drink and swinging your hips to the mediocre music, when a certain someone approaches you two.

“Hi, Cecilia, how’re you?” the tall man instantly asks, pulling your best friend into a hug. She has to hold back a squeal and presses him tightly against her body.

Hyunjin is the first one to pull away, before he brings his attention to you. “Y/N, hey, I’m glad you’re here. Everything alright?”

You instantly become confused—why shouldn’t everything be alright? Sure, you haven’t been in the best state of mind, regarding the fact your crush is at another girl’s place, probably getting his dick sucked right now, but you’ve tried your best to hide it.

“Yeah, of course. It’s nice to see you,” you say, meaning it. Whereas Hyunjin is off the table—and not really your type anyway—since he’s your best friend’s crush, you’ve never viewed him in a romantic light. But you feel super safe around him and that’s what counts.

He gets called by a friend from afar and follows them there, telling you two he will be back soon.

“Nice to see you?! What the hell was that?” your best friend shoves you aside from the dancefloor, her blood boiling up with anger.

What on earth?

“I’m just being friendly. He said something along these lines too,” you instantly defend yourself. You hate that you always get defensive around her even if you didn’t do anything.

“No, no, no. That’s gonna stop. You’re not going to flirt with my crush, Y/N,” Cecilia tells you.

“What? I wasn’t even flirting with him,” you reply.

“Good. Because I can’t risk him falling in love with you,” she says, shaking her head.

Is she for fucking real right now?

“Slow down with the drinks, Cee. You sound ridiculous. He doesn’t see me like that and much more importantly—I don’t like him like that either,” you explain.

“Sure. I mean, you could do something to prove that,” she suggests, clicking her tongue. And that smirk. She’s got the same smirk sometimes as her half-brother. This can’t mean anything good.

“What do you mean?” you questions 

“Flirt with a man that’s not Hyunjin,” she chuckles.

“Why would I do that?”

“Just for fun. To show me that our friendship means something to you. And to grow a pair and make some experiences with men, duh,” Cecilia continues.

“What would I be getting out of it?”

“Like I said—fun and experience.”

She can tell by the look on your face that this isn’t enough to convince you. Your definition of fun is staying at home, playing video games and ordering food.

“Fine, and I pay for our coffee dates for the next two weeks.” 

You’re still hesitant, so Cecilia’s gaze softens.

“Y/N, listen. You can always say no, yeah? I’m just trying to hype up your mood. You’ve been looking a bit… out of it today. And I think this could help. Just a little flirting, trust me, yeah?”

You sigh, “Fine. I’m in.”

There’s nothing to lose anyway, right? The party is boring as hell and you can’t get Jisung out of your mind. He’s probably busy with having Venessa under him, so you can have some fun too.

Great timing—you see your best friend’s crush approaching you, carrying a round of tequila.

“Shots, ladies?” Hyunjin says, bringing Changbin with him.

“Always, Jinnie,” Cecilia tells him with a wink.

Another hour passes by, as your best friend and her crush are basically sticking together like glue. He’s dancing with her, pulling her close, while you’re standing far away, having the worst time of your life.

The amount of alcohol you had doesn’t do you a favour, which is why you impulsively open your Discord app, looking if your roommate is there.

[y/n]: ji? are you online?

[y/n]: cecilia is spending all her time flirting with hyunjin and i can’t look at this anymore

Why would Jisung be online though? He’s on a date. Or something like that.

[y/n]: it’s so boring here i’m actually thinking about just choosing whatever dude crosses my view next and become as pathetic as i’ve never been…

It’s totally normal for you to overshare with him. Jisung is used to it. He does the same with you.

Although, in combination with your intoxication it might not be the smartest idea you’ve ever had.

[y/n]: i wish you were here rn ngl

Fucking hell. You should stop. You really should. But you carry that insane urge inside your soul to just tell him about your feelings.

[y/n]: I hope ditching us for venessa was worth it and she gives good head

[y/n]: i’d be better at it tho 

Shit. You should slow down the drinking.

When you receive a notification from your Duolingo app—the green owl threatening you to do your language lessons or else—you’re being pulled back into reality again.

Oh, God. What did you just text Jisung?

You’re glad about the fact that first, Discord allows you to delete messages and second, your roommate doesn’t have notifications for Discord turned on. So, you just get rid off the two unhinged texts again.

This party is going so… not well. And the same counts for the bet with Cecilia. Shit. You’re so bored and you really want that free coffee for two whole weeks. Maybe it’s worth putting in some effort. It’s just flirting, nothing else, right?

Your eyes start roaming around inside the club, looking for potential men but they don’t seem to be very successful. None of them ignites some type of spark inside you.

For a second you think about flirting with Changbin. Just to piss Cecilia off. But you can’t do this. He’s basically the polar opposite of his sister when it comes to romance—absolutely hopeless and the relationship type of guy.

But just when you’re about to turn around and head to the bar to get something non-alcoholic, someone decides to talk to you instead.

“Hi, I’m Chan. One of Hyunjin’s friends. I think we’ve met before, right?”

Fuck, he’s beautiful. The man is wearing a white button down shirt combined with black trousers. Not the most oddinary outfit choice but he looks amazing in this simple combination. He’s wearing his curls open, as his dark brown eyes stare right at you. And those plump lips—God, they look so kissable–

“Yes, I’m Y/N, nice to meet you again,” you manage to catch yourself.

“What’s your favourite drink?” he asks, carrying a smirk on his face.

“Right now I actually think of answering lemonade. Just because I’ve had one beverage too many,” you confess.

Chan chuckles, looking so pretty while doing it, “Great choice. You wanna come with me, so I can buy the prettiest girl in the club her favourite lemonade?”

Oh, he’s smooth. You didn’t expect that at all.

With Chan time just passes by. You instantly get along, talking about anything and everything, basically just jumping from one topic to the next one. It’s crazy.

“Yeah, that’s right. I moved to Jeju Island a year ago. Surfing there is so much fun. It reminds me of my childhood in Australia,” he tells you.

He’s such an interesting person. You could listen to him for the rest of the night.

“Woah, that’s incredible. You’re meant to be living by the ocean, huh?”

“I just love the calm it gives me,” he adds.

You’ve never done something like this before. With Chan, you don’t have to know each other on an extremly deep level—it’s as if you met ten years ago. You instantly clicked from the beginning and maybe that’s how you excuse bringing him home with you an hour later.

Usually, you’re not someone who has one night stands. The sheer thought of them is a huge turn-off for you. But perhaps since Chan is one of Hyunjin’s friends, it doesn’t feel like being with a stranger. Plus, you’ve been talking for what felt like eternity until he even made the slightest move on you. He seems shy, although you can’t read if that’s perhaps just pretence.

The two of you get in the backseat of the cab he called for you, giggling like teenagers. Once you made it home, you catch yourself checking if your roommate is at home. But he isn’t. Jisung is probably still at Venessa’s place. After all, he’s spending the night there, right?

“You okay, babygirl?” Chan asks, walking a bit closer to you after he’s taken off his shoes.

“Yeah. More than that,” you smile. When he’s with you, you suddenly forget about the rest of the world and you can’t put it into words why he’s got that effect on you.

“You’re in the right state of mind, aren’t you?”

“Yeah. I’m sober. I want this,” you admit.

“Good. Because I won’t be able to stop, once I have you underneath me,” he warns you.

And Chan manages to keep his words. A little while later, he’s got you spread out on your soft mattress. Your thighs are thrown over his shoulders, as he places rough kisses on your inner thighs. He’s gonna devour you like a starving man, that you are sure of. You might be inexperienced but this is a scene that’s played in your head a thousand times before.

“Come on, be a good girl for me, Y/N,” he softly whispers and you follow suit, parting your legs further.

His fingertips are grazing over the wet patch on your ruined panties, softly colliding with your clit. Chan pushes the fabric aside, exposing your wet cunt to him and all that menace does is smirk.

“Fucking hell,” he curses to himself, right before his tongue starts collecting your juices. He smears them all over your pussy, making you squirm underneath him. A minute later, two of his fingers are inside your hole, stretching you out so deliciously.

He prepares you well for what he’s got planned with you—making you forget about everything but his name and how good he’s making you feel.

“Chan–“

He looks up at you between the curls that are covering his forehead, “Yeah, baby?”

“Can you please… please just fuck me?”

You don’t even know what has gotten into you. Maybe you’ve got a bit inspired by certain scenes you’ve read in all those romance books.

But judging the way Chan’s gaze is darkening, he enjoys it.

“Of course, baby. Because you’re such a good girl for me, hm?”

He reaches inside his jeans pockets to grab a condom, as he gets up. Chan wastes no time and takes off his remaining clothes, before he crawls back on the bed. You’ve still got your legs spread, impatiently awaiting him.

He scoots back right between them, opening the wrapper and sliding down the condom on his hardened cock.

“Are you sure you want this, Y/N?” he asks, oh so softly.

“Absolutely. I can’t wait,” you tell him.

Maybe there was something good about the bet your best friend made with you.

Chan is careful, when he brushes the tip of his cock over your folds, teasing you a little and you let him. He's circling around your entrance, before he pushes the first few centimetres inside, watching you get adjusted to the sensation.

You tell him to start moving a little while later and that’s what he does. Well—not just that. He also casually manages to make your brain finally shut up with the way he’s pounding his hard dick into your aching cunt.

“Fuck, you’re driving me mad, babygirl,” he whispers into your ears. Chan has one hand wrapped around your throat, slightly applying pressure to the sides.

“Channie–“ you let out.

“Yeah, call me by that name again,” he grunts through his teeth.

“Channie– please– ‘s too much,” you babble.

He reduces his speed a bit. “You want me to slow down, baby?”

“N-No. Keep going, please,” you change your mind. It just feels too good to have him inside of you. You dearly hope this won’t be the last time being with him.

“You’re so polite, hm? Such a good girl for me. Letting me ruin you like this, baby,” Chan chuckles, slightly changing the angle so he can fuck into you even deeper.

Oh, God. And he’s driving you closer to the edge with this.

“Whenever you’re ready, darling. I’ve got you, yeah?”

As if he’s manipulated both your mind and body, you follow suit, allowing the intense sensation to take over you. Pure ecstasy is rushing through your cells, while Chan helps you through your high.

“You look so pretty when you come for me,” he whispers, feeling himself getting closer too. A minute later or less, he fills the condom as he praises you with more words.

“You did so well for me,” is what he says before pulling out again.

Jisung manages to get home by three in the morning, calling a cab after Minho and Akira placed him into the vehicle.

He reaches for his phone for the first time within hours, instantly reading your texts before he replies.

[jisung]: you okay y/n?

[jisung]: why did you delete 2 messages and what were they about?

Fuck. He dearly hopes you’re safe.

However, the thoughts are spiralling inside his head. They’ve been doing this for the past hours ever since Venessa ended their date because Jisung perhaps accidentally moaned your name while they were getting intimate.

His drunk brain takes over him then, making it hard for him to stop hitting the keyboard with his thumbs.

[jisung]: do you need me to pick you up?

[jisung]: i’m not with venessa anymore… it was a useless date tbh… turns out she realised i have feelings for someone else lol

[jisung]: the whole purpose of meeting up with her was forgetting about that other person

Jisung doesn’t even realise he accidentally spilled that. He’s just a mess. It’s surprising how he manages to type that well.

[jisung]: fucking hell im rambling sorry.., that’s what drinking with minho and akira does to me lol

He shouldn’t have gone with them. His best friend and his colleague never know when to stop.

[jisung]: i would rather be with you my favourite person rn.. have you in my arms, take care of you, give you the best night of your life baby

[jisung]: wait 

[jisung]: shit i’ve had too many drinks

Jisung keeps worrying but decides to enter your shared apartment first, thinking it's best if he sobers up a little before he sends a message he might regret in the morning.

But his breath gets stuck in his throat when he notices you’re already back home—and you’re not alone. There’s a pair of men’s shoes carefully placed next to the ones you wore tonight on your way to the club.

Fuck. He’s such an idiot. And he can’t even be mad at you for sleeping with another guy when he was the one to brag about his own date.

Jisung hears footsteps then and a screeching noise that indicates your door is opening. 

“Oh, hi, I’m Chan,” the man that walks towards the bathroom introduces himself, when he sees Jisung.

Shit. Do you have a boyfriend? At least that’s what Chan instantly thinks.

Jisung sees the panic in his eyes and while he’s in fact jealous you slept with another man, he’s not in a position to claim you. Especially not, when he was the one who went on a date with another woman.

“Hi, I’m Jisung. I’m Y/N’s roommate,” he introduces himself.

“Roommate… okay, thank God,” Chan sighs and adds a little chuckle after his sentence, right before he disappears inside the bathroom.

Fucking hell. How is Jisung supposed to sleep tonight?

“Morning, baby,” a low voice wakes you up from your slumber.

When you slowly open your eyes, you’re sure you’re dreaming. But this feels real. Jisung is next to you in your bed.

Did you…

No, wait. The memories come back then. You did go to bed with a man—but not with your roommate. Still, he's the one with you now. So, Chan must have already left.

“Hey, Ji,” you whisper.

“You slept well?”

“Like a princess, to be honest. I had a great night after all,” you tell him.

It’s not even your intention to make him jealous—why would he be after all—but you did have an amazing time thanks to Hyunjin’s friend Chan.

“I’m sorry I saw your messages so late. I would have picked you up… you sounded so bored,” he tells you, catching his lower lip between his teeth.

Fuck. This certain look always messes with your head. But this morning is slightly different. You’ve got someone else on your mind. Perhaps, it’s just the remaining serotonin that Chan created to be let free inside your system, but you won’t complain.

“Well, I met one of Hyunjin’s friends then who kept me company. He said he met you in the hallway,” you tell him.

“Chan’s already gone?”

“Yeah. How was your date with Venessa?”

Jisung places a hand on his chest, pretending to be hurt, “You didn’t read my messages? It didn’t go that well. Went on for an hour. So I went drinking with Akira and Minho instead.”

“That sounds good too,” you say, still waking up. Your brain is so slow today.

“Hm, you were missing, though,” he replies with a smirk, as he starts playing with a strand of your hair until this one gets tucked behind your ear.

“I’d never disturb your emergency guys night, Ji,” you try to handle the conversation. Why is he being so flirty again? He’s gonna drive you crazy one day.

“Doesn’t matter, I’d rather spent my time with you,” your roommate says with a wink.

“What about Venessa?”

“I told you, we don’t work out.”

You can’t do this right now. You feel dizzy, so you get up, walking away from your roommate who just stares at you confused.

“I’ve gotta go. I’ve got work,” you say, grabbing your clothes.

Perhaps the whole thing will have one good part. Since Jisung went out with Minho last night—the guy that happens to be your former academic rival and then upgraded to being your annoying boss—so you don’t have to worry about another man getting on your last nerve when he’s fighting his own hangover.

“Oh… okay. Maybe we can have a chill evening tonight?” Jisung suggests.

You nod and rush to the bathroom. This is gonna be future-Y/N’s issue to deal with.

Jisung decides to not call after you and when he realises you still have not picked up your phone since last night—he deletes his own messages from his device.

He’s not aware though that you did in fact check them when Chan met him in the hallway last night. Shit. This is messing with your brain.

Why did you find out that after all, Jisung might like you back, when you started to feel like finally moving on? After you allowed someone else to be close to you without any regrets?

Chan has been confusing you—in a good way. Yes, it might have been just a one night stand but you’re actually ready to meet him again.

And now Jisung decides to drunk-text you that there is a slight chance for the two of you?

[jisung]: i’m sorry but something came up at work. i’ll have to stay a little longer and won’t be back until 21:00. are you still in for our movie night? 

Okay. That’s good. Your day was exhausting as hell—mainly due to the lack of sleep and ongoing thoughts—so getting some rest for yourself before facing your feelings sounds like a good plan.

[y/n]: no rush!! i’m home anyway and can wait 😊

Your roommate is typing and a few seconds later he sends another text.

[jisung]: ahh thanks baby. you can choose the film and food btw. make yourself comfortable i’ll try to get home asap ❤️

Han Jisung is gonna drive you mad one day. You can’t keep up with these mixed signals anymore but tonight might determine what’s going on between you two.

So, the adult person that you are, you decide to spend your after work hours by playing some good old Sims 4 game. You’ve got a save file that you usually use—one where you adjusted the sims townies’ horrendous looks and created some cool venues. You start this one, select your pre-made version of yourself and put her in a household with no one else than the Han Jisung sim.

What a life. You sometimes wonder what it would be like to be inside a video game. Things could be so much less complicated, for real. After all, you always manage to let your sim self talk to Jisung sim about her feelings and they end up happily married. That’s all you’ve ever wanted, right?

As well as a beautiful mansion, a well paid job and lots of friends. Of course, your sims mostly get there with the help of some cheats and installing so many modification contents that your computer is running so hot you could basically fry an egg on it. But that’s what a girl has to do.

Just when you’re about to let Y/N-sim approach Jisung-sim, you hear your phone buzzing.

It’s from Hyunjin. Three texts. Weird.

[Hyunjin, 19:44]: Hey, Y/N. I just wanted to tell you that you looked really beautiful last night. I hope my mate is treating you well. If this isn’t the case, you know where to find me.

Your mouth falls agape but you read further.

[Hyunjin, 19:45]: and before you ask or get insecure regarding Cecilia. I’m sorry but I don’t like her that way. I’ve told her many times, just so you know, but she doesn’t listen.

Fucking hell. What has gotten into him?

[Hyunjin, 19:46]: I’m not expecting a reaction or response or anything from you. I just needed to get this off my chest and be honest with you. I’m sorry if this is overwhelming. If so, please delete these messages and this never happened. 😇

Yeah, no. You need to calm down first. 

When you bring your gaze back to the computer screen, you realise you didn’t hit pause. Cool. At least your house is not on fire. But Y/N-sim took the chance and lit herself a joint to get rid of some work stress, while she’s sitting at the computer… playing The Sims 1.

Wow, the irony. And yes, your sim self version is able to do such forbidden things thanks to the extra content you installed to make your computer’s life a hell. 

However, that little video game version makes you realise you’ve run out of weed so you reach for your phone, searching for a certain contact.

[You, 20:07]: hey minnie are you in the area rn?

You get back to your game and a bit later, Seungmin replies.

[Minnie, 20:12]: You need something, doll?

[You, 20:13]: you know me too well 😊

Great, he’s here. Seungmin is your savior. You’re not going to smoke now, that’s for sure. After all, Jisung might be home soon. However, it’s always good to have some stuff here for emergencies like your roommate possibly telling you that he doesn’t feel the same way.

[Minnie, 20:14]: Of course I do. You’re my favourite customer after all.

[Minnie, 20:14]: So, the usual?

He does know you too well.

[You, 20:15]: yup that would be great!! 🫶🏻

[Minnie, 20:16]: Anything for you. I’ll be there in half an hour. Meet me at our spot.

Great. That means you still have about twenty minutes to play your game. Then you can pick up the goods and get back before Jisung comes home.

However, that’s not enough to make Jisung-sim fall in love with Y/N-sim, let them get married and move into their mansion together. Especially not now, since your video game version is a bit out of it. And your computer is so fucking slow.

Fuck… you didn’t hit pause again. Y/N-sim burnt the grilled cheese and her whole house down. Amazing.

Stuff like this can only be saved with cheats. Yes, you wanted an honest game. But you’re not getting one tonight.

You open your separate word document and look for the cheats you need to handle this mess—a few mods will help you with it—and start typing and typing and typing.

You lose track of time completely. Your fingers start aching from hitting the keyboard that much and for a second it feels like you enter some sort of trance.

Until you hear a loud bang.

And after that, all you see is black for a while.

A deep slumber takes over you, before you wake up from it again.

You are able to open your eyes, instantly being hit by the bright screen in front of you that seems to be going around your whole body, no matter where you look at.

In bright letters you read the following:

Welcome to the Real Life Simulations. Please choose a world to play in.

What on earth is going on?

And more importantly, what will you choose?

© j-One25 2024 | copying, translating or stealing my work is prohibited

here i come | jjk. (m)

➵ summary :  tipsy hide-and-seek turns into more when you and jeon jungkook choose the same closet to hide in.

➵ pairing : jungkook x reader

➵ genre :  college!au, smut, pwp

➵ rating : 18+

➵ word count : 3k

➵ warnings : sexual content, teasing, swearing, mentions of alcohol, tipsy but both parties are able to consent, dirty talk, breast fondling, fingering, bigdick!jungkook cause wbk, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up lovelies) mentions of oral, slight name kink, begging, creampie

➵ a/n: i’ve always wanted to try this idea with jungkook and i finally have!! he just seems so perfect for this scenario. as always, your comments and feedback are appreciated! enjoy :)

↳ *read the second part!*

“32!..31!..30!..”

Dammit, you had 30 seconds left and had just made it to the second floor, cheeks flushed from running around and the slight buzz of alcohol making your insides giddy.

Rushing towards the first room that came into sight, you barge in panicked as Taehyung reaches 25 seconds.

Keep reading

𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐞 𝐀𝐜𝐭 𝐈𝐈𝐈

Pairing: demon!chan x reader x demon!minho Genre: Smut (and a ton of plot for once) Word count: 8.5k Warnings: almost dying, manipulative felix, whole ton of plot, p in v sex, unprotected sex, harassment (not by the boys), minor character death, suicide, very brief dry humping, degrading, fingering, lazy depictions of blood, marking again >.>, etc... (i think i got them all sorry if i missed something. not proofread... i got lazy im sorry

A/N: I'm really trying to work on how i write scary things and describe situations sooo bear with me if the parts that would be "scary" are varying in intensity. i'm gonna cry cus my power went out and the desktop shut off so i lost my SMAU.... i'll post it tomorrow i guess.

Shadows of forgotten reap. They hound and haunt the weak. Those who wish to wield the devil's wrath forget not all the patient are safe from the aftermath...

You woke up late. Again. Walking into the office you saw your coworkers giving you sideways looks. Yeah, you were screwed. You sat at your desk and were about to start working when your boss, Mr. Cho, walked past your desk.

Everyone greeted him but as he passed he tapped your desk and motioned for you to follow him.

Jaehwa gave you a wide eyed look. Soojin crossed her fingers. As you trailed behind the man to his office your shoulder brushed Juwon's. He looked at you for. a moment before he kept walking.

Mr. Cho opened the door and motioned for you to enter, you took a deep breath and walked in. He closed the door and motioned for you to sit in the chair across from his desk before he finally... FINALLY spoke.

"Ms. L/n..." he hummed softly, looking at some papers on his desk as he sat down. "You're very good at what you do."

"Thank you sir." You nodded slightly.

"Being good at something doesn't warrant your recent performance though..."

"Oh-"

"I'm not done." He looked at you with a very irritated expression. "The rumors going around are also a major workplace disturbance, I will be having a similar conversation with Mr. Yu."

You bristled Juwon had taken the rejection and gone what rumors could there possibly be, "Mr. Yu has nothing to-" You started.

He raised a brow at you.

You went quiet.

"I don't think you understand what I'm trying to convey." Mr. Cho, leaned forward, clasping his hands on the desk. "I'm going to fire you."

Your eyes went wide. "Mr. Cho I-"

"You've done a great deal for our company and our news but your terrible performance now far outweighs what you've done here n the past." He shrugged. "There's nothing I can do."

"Mr. Cho, I- You don't understand how badly I need this job! I can take more hou-"

"Ms. L/n." He smiled slightly. It was an unsettling smile that made you feel icky. "You're a beautiful young woman. You don't really need this job based on the rumors your boyfriend is incredibly well off."

"Mr. Cho I'm not going to rely on a man to take care of me." You clenched your fists under the desk.

"Then I can't help you."

You bit your lip and sucked in a frustrated breath.

"Unless.."

You looked up.

"As I said before Ms. L/n you're a very beautiful young woman with such... potential." He stood and walked around the desk, resting his hands on your shoulders. "I can help you keep this job.. at a cost."

You stiffened. "Excuse me?" You stood, turning to face the man.

"I know you're not stupid, Y/n." He leaned in close, " You know exactly what I'm talking about."

You stared at him. This man...

"Choice is yours." He breathed, hot breath against your face.

This man was a depraved fuck. You moved from between him and the desk, trying to go to the door.

He grabbed your forearm. "Y/n I'm offering you the bet thing I can at the moment."

You let out a dry laugh. "If you think I'm doing that you're crazy."

"How bad would it look if the board knew you jumped into Juwon's bed after one drink?" He pulled you back to him. "You need this job Y/n. How long do you think that boyfriend of yours is going to be there?"

You wrenched your hand away. "You can't say a thing about-"

"This is your only chance at having a job." He grabbed at your waist.

You shoved him. "Mr. Cho. Don't hurry in firing me. I'll submit my resignation." You turned and walked out of the office.

Soojin was waiting for you outside. "What happened?"

You didn't say a word as you grabbed your things and went to the elevator.

"Y/n!" Jaehwa ran to you from his desk.

"Girl-" Soojin started.

"I'll see you guys around okay?" You snapped as you slammed the button on the elevator to go down.

"What happened in there?" Jaehwa pressed gently.

"It doesn't matter." You felt the tears welling in your eyes.

"Y/n."

You looked up at the sound of Juwon's voice. He looked guilty..

"I'm sorry- why are you cryi-" He started.

"Leave me alone damn it!" You shouted. "Are you happy?!"

"Come on I didn't want this to happen!" He reached for you.

You pulled back. "Stay the fuck away from me Juwon!"

The elevator doors finally opened and as you were about to storm in and close them you were staring right at a dark suit, straining against hard muscle. You looked up at Chan.

He looked right past you at Juwon.

Jaehwa's mouth fell open as did many passersby as they saw Chan.

"Chan-" You started but he grabbed your hand and pushed past Juwon, walking straight through the cubicles and to your boss's office.

Your boss looked up from his work as Chan threw the door open. The man's eyes widened for a brief moment as he saw you being dragged by Chan. "Can I help you?" He asked.

Chan stared at Mr. Cho before closing the door.

You tensed, "Cha-" You tried to grab the enraged demon but before you could he was looming over your boss.

He muttered something in the man's ear and you watched as Mr. Cho froze in fear. Chan turned around and grabbed your hand again, dragging you out of the office and to the elevator. "You don't need this." He grabbed your work ID card and tossed it on the floor.

He jammed the button for the elevator to go down and pulled you in.

Juwon sprinted to the elevator and Chan smiled as the doors closed. He looked at you. "You don't ned this job. You'll live with me."

"With you?" You looked up at him. "In that hell house??!"

"Hey!" Chan huffed. "I built that house with my own mind."

"You're a psycho." You muttered, hugging yourself.

Chan frowned at you. "I'm a maniac, there's a difference."

You laughed slightly and Chan smiled at you.

You were sitting in your apartment, staring into space the next day when the bell rang. You stood expecting it to be Chan telling you start packing but as you approached the door, hand outstretched to the doorknob, your tattoo burned.

Don't open it...

You bit your lip and stared at the door, you relaxed after a moment and turned to go sit back down. But the bell rang again.

You didn't move and held your breath for a moment. Then you heard the banging on the door.

"Police. Open up."

You froze. Why? You were about to open the door when the tattoo sent a burning pain up your neck and down your arm and back. You couldn't make a sound and held onto the wall.

Do NOT open that door.

You slid to the floor in pain, trying to stop the pain. It was excruciating, like your skin was being burned off. You half walked, half dragged yourself to the bathroom and tried to reach the sink.

You crumbled at the bathroom door and almost, almost screamed, you felt like you were on fire. Your vision darkened and when you opened your eyes again you saw a room you hadn't before.

A hallway on fire. At the end of the hallway stood an angel, wings spread wide, his back was to you, all you could see was his blonde hair.

You walked towards him, the walls were going up in flames but there he stood. As the flames began to lick at the beautiful feathers of his right wing. You shouted at him, urging him to run, flee the flames of hell fire, but no sound out.

The flames completely enveloped his right wing, devouring the soft feathers and scorching the limb to the bone.

He crumbled clutching his right shoulder as the skin singed. And the wing.. fell to ashes..

He squeezed his shoulder, the burnt skin raw jagged bone where his wing once was remaining, jutting out of the burned flesh. And then he whipped his head around to face you.

The angel was him. The man in the flower field, freckled face, blonde hair and all.. but his eyes. One beautiful, vibrant blue eye and one black as the void between your world and that of Chan.

You reached for the angel, but arms wrapped around you followed by four big black feathered wings and you were drawn back.

Your head was pounding. And someone was screaming crying.

"Y/N!" a woman's voice, you knew this voice all too well.

"Y/N! WAKE UP!" A man.

"WHAT'S WRONG WITH HER?!" And the deepest voice you'd ever heard.

Your eyes flew open and you sat up.

Soojin grabbed your hands. "Y/N! Calm down!"

You stared around frantically. Soojin, Jaehwa, that freckled face...

The doctor came up to you and started looking you over.

"Y/n." He kneeled beside your hospital bed. "Are you okay? What happened?" he reached for your hand.

The door to your room opened. Chan stood there, eyes wide, he looked scared. But his expression went from panic to anger. His eyes drifting from you to the freckled man.

He stood and looked at Chan. Soojin looked between the two men.

Jaehwa cleared his throat. "How is she doc?"

"She's fine." The doctor put her stethoscope away. "Who's in charge of her?"

The freckled man opened his mouth but Chan quickly interjected. "Me. I'm her boyfriend." He moved past the freckled man to your side and took your hand.

"I see, I can't identify exactly why she passed out but just make sure she's taking enough fluids and isn't overworking herself. If she feels dizzy, bring her back in, alright?"

Chan nodded. "Thank you doctor."

"My pleasure." The doctor nodded and left the room.

Chan looked at the freckled man.

The freckled man looked from Chan to you and back at Chan.

Chan's eyes narrowed.

"I'll take my leave." the freckled man looked at you.

"Soojin. Jaehwa." You smiled at your friends. "I'm fine. You guys can go."

Soojin walked to the other side of your bed and hugged you. "If you say so.."

Jaehwa smiled. "Take care of yourself."

You nodded and smiled.

Chan looked at you as Jaehwa closed the door behind him. "You've seen him."

You looked into Chan's eyes. "What is he?"

Chan bit his lip. "The only one of us who didn't fall all the way. Stay away from him."

You were in your apartment packing a week later, when Soojin came knocking on your door. She took you back to your old office to collect your things. You were siting through what was important to you and what wasn't when Soojin sighed.

"What is it?" You looked at her.

"You didn't hear the news?" She raised a brow before shrugging. "Then again you were fired-"

"Quit. I quit." You corrected her.

"Yeah sorry." She laughed. "But... Mr. Cho killed himself..."

Your eyes widened. "What...?"

"He hung himself in his house apparently, his mistress found him dead and called his wife." Soojin shook her head. "It's sad though, he wasn't a good guy but he was good at managing this place."

"He..." You sat on the floor, staring at the box of your things. You remembered how Chan whispered in Mr. Cho's ear, how Chan scared the man who was harassing you with one stare, how Chan made the freckled man leave.. He didn't... right? He wouldn't....

"Look... whatever made him do that... it must have been a lot.." Soojin closed a box and slid it to you. "We can't be happy he's dead, you can't wish that on anyone..."

You stared at the box of your things and sighed before putting on the lid. "He should rest in peace."

Soojin helped you carry a box down while you carried the other, putting them in her car before driving you back home. You smiled at your fried as you got out of the car and walked back to your apartment. You got in the elevator to go up to your floor ad as you got in a man with baseball cap pulled lower over his face entered.

You didn't think much of it, staring at the number going up on the little screen above the elevator door instead. 2... 3... 4... 5... 6....

The bell dinged at floor 14 and you got off, walking to your door and entering your apartment before locking the door behind you.

You looked at a package on the floor and picked it up, the address read, Lee Sungjin, Staaa St, Apt 153, Seoul, Korea.

You sighed, they always sent the neighbors packages to your apartment, what would Ms Lee downstairs do without you. You set the package on your counter and decided to give it to her the following day. You took a shower to relax before going to wipe the steam from the mirror.

As your palm pressed to the damp glass and you swept it across your eyes widened. The man with the baseball cap was in your mirror behind you. You whipped around only to be greeted by the wall.

"I'm paranoid." You muttered, deciding to brush your teeth and get some sleep. As you got into bed you heard a tapping on your window and glanced at it.

Probably a bird. You shrugged and got into bed.

Another tapping, louder now, and faster, as if whatever was tapping was trying to get your attention. You were about to get up when the tattoo burned. You grabbed it.

Don't go to that window.

The freckled man flashed through your mind for a minute. No... it's something else...

For a brief moment you debated forcing yourself to sleep and running until you found Chan, but then you immediately decided against it. You tilted your head slightly to see what was behind the glass, what could possibly be on the fourteenth floor tapping on your window if not a bird.

You stayed back from the window, easing your body to the end of your bed to see out of the window to your right.

As the full view of the window came into view you relaxed, there was nothing there.

BANG!

You jumped and shrieked, at the mutilated face in your window, skin charred and body shriveled. It slammed its hand on your window, no longer interested in luring you with its tapping.

You fell back off the bed and scrambled into the corner as it banged on the window desperately trying to get in.

You covered your ears and closed your eyes before arms wrapped around you.

"Sssshhhhh..." That lazy, tired voice said softly. Your eyes grew heavy and before you fell asleep you looked up at the man, he had a pretty face, chubby cheeks and eyes like a starry night.

You glanced at the window as you heard it shatter.

"Sleep... I can only help if you sleep.." he breathed.

And you buried your face into his chest and shut the world out before your mind gave into sleep.

You blinked the sleep from your eyes as you heard piano music. You sat up straight, looking around, you saw Chan at the piano, his hair dark unlike all the other times you'd seen him in your dreams.

"Can you play?" He asked, back turned to you.

"No.." You said softly.

"Come." he motioned for you to sit with him.

You walked to him and sat, he took your right hand in his left and set it on the keys. You turned to him. "I can't play.."

"Doesn't matter. Hit the keys like a mad woman if you want.." He smiled gently.

You blinked several times before pressing a random key. You moved your hands along the keys tapping black and white keys just smiling at how the notes melded together in a chaotic sound.

Chan watched you for a moment before finally saying, "You know I want to protect you right..."

Your hands froze.

"There's so many things I want to show you.."

There was a pause, in which you wanted to ask him. But he couldn't have. Not aft-

"I know what you're thinking and what you want to ask." He whispered.

You looked at him. "Did you?"

"No." He sighed. "I don't kill people pointlessly. Even if I wanted to.."

"I knew you couldn't have..." You relaxed.

He tilted his head. "Then why were you wondering?"

"You and your brothers are unpredictable is all." You laughed at the look on his face.

"Maybe I should be more predictable so you aren't always on your toes." He smiled, not a prideful smirk or a small shy smile but a real teasing smile and your heart fluttered. He took your hand in his and whispered, "I know it seems like we don't care but trust that we do.." He brought your hand to his lips and kissed it gently before muttering. "And I will protect you myself. No matter what.."

You stared at demon in front of you. He looked so human to you, so natural and real as you reached your hand out and caressed his cheek.

He leaned into your touch and opened his mouth to speak but you kissed him before he could get a word out. He relaxed and kissed you back, pulling you against him.

You gasped softly as he fell against your bed, you straddling him, he looked up at you, his pretty dark eyes locked on yours. He laid there beneath you only in a pair of sweatpants, his hands were set on your thighs, thumbs gently tracing circles. You touched his chest hand moving lower to his chiseled abdomen.

"Are you just going to admire me?" He laughed slightly.

You rolled your eyes and leaned down, your lips meeting in a tender kiss that he quickly turned hot and passionate, tongue forcing it's way into your mouth. You moaned softly and felt the smirk growing on his lips before he flipped you over, smiling down at you. He pulled your shirt off your body, lips going to assault your neck. For a moment you stared at the window but Chan grabbed you face and made you look at him.

"it's gone." He muttered, "It's just us." He looked into your eyes. "They know not to touch what's mine when I'm here." He moved lower kissing your abdomen and down to your thighs nipping at the skin.

You let out a soft sigh grabbing his hair. Chan pulled off your pajama pants and kissed your clothed heat before dragging the panties off your legs. His lips wrapped around your clit, as he eased two of his fingers into you. You let out a soft cry squirmed, his free hand came up to hold your hip.

You whined and bucked but he held you firmly, the hand moving to press down on your center. "No.." He said lowly.

The vibrations drew a moan from you and Chan hummed, fingers moving slowly, aggravatingly so. You whined and bucked slightly.

He looked up at you, "Say please."

"Your ego is so huge." You muttered.

"I'll take that as a compliment." He smiled.

You rolled your eyes. "Please.."

"Good girl." He pulled out his fingers and kissed your stomach, climbing on top of you.

You tugged at his sweats and he smiled removing them with your assistance before kicking them off his legs and to the floor. He kissed you gently as he sank into you.

You whimpered at the stretch and he smirked slightly. "Too big?"

You bucked your hips up to his. The demon gasped and glared at you.

You smiled innocently. Chan smirked and muttered. "I'll take that as a no.." He gripped your hips and pulled out before slamming into you again, your body jerked up the mattress as he set a brutal rhythm, fucking into you hard. You moaned and gripped the sheets.

Chan's hand found yours and pressed it into the mattress, the sound of skin smacking skin filling the room as his cock bullied into you. "Look at me when I'm making you cum." He muttered, leaning down, his lips hovering over yours.

You looked up into his eyes and your pussy clenched. He groaned and let go of your hand in favor of holding your face gently. "So tight.. so perfect..." He grunted against your lips before kissing you hard. His tongue clashing with yours, swallowing your cries as he moved faster, spiking your g-spot again and again.

His hand moved to grip your throat gently. "So pretty.." he pulled back, "Are you going to cum for me? Show me how much you love taking my dick?"

You nodded, mewling as his grip tightened slightly on your throat, not to hurt you just to keep you in place, yet your hands still flew up to grip his wrist and forearm, for something to ground you as he plowed into you.

"Cum for me." He moaned o low it came out in almost a growl.

Another buck of his hips sent you toppling over the edge and he let himself fall over you, grinding into you as he reached his peak with you. Groaning and muttering, "You did so good for me..." he kissed your cheek gently and pulled himself off you, rolling onto his side and hugging you to his chest.

"Thank you.." You muttered softly.

He looked down at you, "What for?"

"For always saving me." You kissed his pec and watched in the moonlight pouring in from your window as his ears turned red.

You giggled.

"There's really so much I want to tell you." he said quietly.

"Why not tell me now?" You poked him.

"Because I don't think you're ready yet." He said simply.

"Oh but fuck me why don't you." You rolled your eyes slightly.

"Should I?" He smirked at you.

"Not literally-" You started but he kissed you, effectively shutting you up.

You woke up the next morning and found Chan next to you, hair a mess, peacefully sleeping. You took him in, you caressed his face gently, and took a moment to just admire him.

His eyes opened slightly and he said softly, "I can feel you staring, y'know."

Your face got hot. "That's not fair! You can't jus-"

Chan kissed you gently and smacked you with a pillow before sprinting to your bathroom. He poked his head out and stuck his tongue out at you before closing the door.

You stared in shock for a moment, pulling the blanket over your chest. When did he become so playful...

You crumbled to your knees outside the apartment. You saw the blood plastered on the wall, in an ugly horrendous smelling, splat. Your hands immediately flew to your face and you dropped the package, one of the police walked out and grabbed you. "You shouldn't be here ma'am-" He started.

Your eyes widened, silencing the man as one of his fellow officers said "We found her.."

You felt sick to your stomach at the sight of her, eyes gone, the jaw slack open like the bones connecting her jaw were broken, you were about to pass out at the sight of her body from the breasts down burned.. shriveled like- a memory of the thing at your window a few days before flashed in your mind as you fell and Chan caught you.

"Y/n..." He shook you slightly.

You remembered the man in the elevator, how he hid his face. The thing in the window, the way you felt the hands round your throat. You trembled. And whoever killed Mr. Cho..

Chan shook you again and you looked at him. He took in your face for a moment before he looked up, eyes widening, he held you a little tighter, his eyes emitting a violet glow. You heard his voice in your head before you reached for him.

Something was here.

You didn't move a muscle. You had never seen Chan like this. Even with the whole Juwon situation. He looked genuinely concerned and the aura of possessiveness you felt radiating from him was almost overbearing.

It's not safe here...

You looked up at him as he lifted you in his arms. Why wasn't it safe? What happened to Ms. Lee? Why was Chan acting like this?

We'll come back for your stuff another day.

Soemthing told you to pick up the package and as you moved to do so Chan swept it up and moved to carry you away when a police officer stopped him.

"May I ask you two a few questions?"

Chan looked at him for a moment. "She's in shock. Try again later." He tried to move past the policeman.

"Sir, this woman came here as if knowing something happened."

You stiffened and Chan lowered you to your feet, stepping between you and the officer.

"Chan-" You started but you felt it again, the overbearing possessive aura radiating off him.

"She doesn't know anything." Chan said lowly.

The policeman's eyes widened slightly before he relaxed. "Whatever you say.." He moved aside.

Chan pulled you behind him briskly. You looked back at the policeman but he was gone. You blinked in confusion for a moment and turned to look at the demon dragging you. "Wha-"

"There's no time." Chan said before pressing the down button on the elevator. "It's not safe here anymore."

You were about to ask why but he pushed you into the elevator and pushed the button to your floor. As the elevator when down one floor Chan ushered you into the hall and you grabbed your keys about to start looking but then you saw him. The man with the baseball cap, only now you could see his eyes from under the hat, completely black with thin red slits. He turned to you completely but Chan put you behind him and stared daggers at the man in front of your door.

Chan backed up to the elevator and pushed the button to go down.

You looked at him as the elevator descended to the ground floor. "What-"

Chan looked at you. "You... are a very valuable human."

You leaned against the railing of the balcony of your hotel room. Chan had left you here while he got everything else ready for your move to his house. You stared at the city lights below, it was a very expensive hotel, and despite your protests that a less lavish place would be better Chan refused stating the security knew you and would defend you very well.

You hugged yourself for a moment, thinking about everything. Mr. Cho's suicide, how brutally Ms. Lee was murdered, the thing you saw outside your window that night, the man with the baseball hat standing outside your apartment. You looked at the package in your hands.

"I've been looking for a minute to catch you alone." a deep voice said behind you. That deep voice.

You turned to look at the freckled man, the angel. He took a step towards you and you took a step back, holding the package tightly

"Are you afraid of me?" He reached for you but hesitated, eyes flicking to the mark on your neck.

You didn't answer, debating if you could sprint past him back into your hotel room.

"I wouldn't do that." He smiled sweetly. "Let's just talk okay?"

You dodged as he reached to touch you again. "I'll scream..."

"What has Chan told you..." He walked towards you.

You took a step back and then you were pressed against the railing. "What's important."

"Has he?" The man took another step and you tensed. "You have no where left to go but down. So, let's talk. So neither of us fall."

"What do you want?"

"Don't you want to know why those things are looking for you?" He lifted his hand and a leather book appeared in a cloud of black. He held it out to you. "Don't you want to know what Chan did to you?"

The mark on your neck burned. You looked at the book and then back at the... what was he? He wasn't an angel, you didn't think anymore...

"Well?" He shook it in front of you temptingly.

You bit your lip. "What's in it?"

"What you're looking for."

The mark on your neck throbbed but you almost couldn't feel the pain as you reached for the book.

Someone's here...

A smile spread across his face as your finger tips met the aged leather of the book.

You moved to the railing and started to open the book's first page.

"Go ahead." He pushed the book fully into your hand.

You flipped it back at his face. He stumbled catching the book before you threw yourself back off the side of the balcony.

"What are you-" he bellowed, running to the edge as you fell back. His face hardened as you landed securely in Changbin's arms.

The demon spread huge bat wings, bracing his impact against the side of the hotel. "Chan sent me." He pulled his wings in close before pushing away from the building.

You looked at the... angel? still on your balcony. He watched you go for a moment.

"Why isn't he following..." You asked quietly.

Changbin pulled up and slowed down, stopping the air whooshing past your ears. "Even if he could throw himself with enough momentum, he can't fly. Not anymore."

You remembered how one of his wings fell from his back in ash. "Oh.."

You stayed quiet most of the way to Chan's home, you blinked a few times, trying not to fall asleep.

Changbin smiled. "You can sleep, I won't drop you. But what's that package..?"

You looked at Ms. Lee's parcel for a moment. "Something for a friend." You said softly.

He kept flying without pushing anymore. You yawned after a while and did fall asleep. It was the first time you'd slept well in so long, even though it was a short nap (Changbin's landing wasn't the best).

You jolted awake as he stumbled wings flailing backwards to halt his stumbling. He smiled sheepishly, apologizing for waking you as he set you down, motioning to the large house behind you. "Tada!" He smiled. "Awesome right?"

You nodded, looking at the white bmw outside the house. You had never seen that car before.

"Oh," Changbin motioned to it. "Minho's."

You nodded.

He led you into the house and Chan was waiting with Hyunjin in the foyer. The latter ran to you the moment his rose colored eyes set on you. He grabbed your shoulders, inspecting you from head to toe for a moment before Chan pulled him back. He searched your face for a moment and turned to Changbin, "He followed?"

Changbin shook his head and sighed. "I flew pretty fast."

Chan nodded and smiled at you, looking at Hyunjin, "Take her, I have to deal with something."

Hyunjin smiled and motioned for you to follow. As you were going to follow him, he put his arm in front of you, you looked towards the spiral stairs where Hyunjin's gaze was locked.

Minho came down the steps and he stared at you before looking at Chan. "Really?"

"Listen-" Chan started.

"Nope." Minho turned on his heel and went back up the stairs.

"Don't mind him." Hyunjin took your hand and led you up the stairs and around the corner motioning to a door. "Changbin is there. He pointed to the room across the hall from it, "Jisung," He motioned to the door next to it and stopped. He sucked in a breath and motioned to the last five, "Jeongin, mine, Seungmin, Minho, and all the way at the end of the hall is Chan."

"Where am I-" you started.

"In Chan's room."

You turned to look at him. "Huh-"

Hyunjin blinked. "Or would you prefer mine...? Jeongin and Changbin sleep pretty uncomfortably, and I think Minho might actually feed you to his pets. Seungmin would do something stupid. and.. Jisung doesn't exactly have a bed."

You pursed your lips. "It's fine.."

"Chan barely sleeps anyway, that's why he wanted you to take his bed." Hyunjin smiled and motioned to his bedroom door. "I'm right there if you need anything."

"Thanks..." You blinked.

"Of course." He kissed your cheek gently and smiled. "Sleep well."

You opened the door to Chan's room and entered slowly, looking around, it was different from the room you'd see in your dreams, there was still a desk in the corner, his big bed, with soft dark sheets but there was a TV, a door to his bathroom and another to his closet.

You opened it and looked at his clothes, most of the things were dark, dark blues and greys and so much black. You stared at the few white shirts he had and huffed softly. "No pjs."

You looked at the other side at his more casual wear and smiled slightly as you were greeted by a dark hoodie. You changed out of your clothes from that day into the hoodie and your underwear and tossed around the pillows a bit on the bed before deeming it comfortable enough and getting under the covers. You looked around for the remote a bit before you found it on the nightstand on the other side of the bed. You reached and turned on the TV, flipping aimlessly through the channels.

You found some random horror movie to watch and stared at it for a moment. After a few seconds the killer came around and stabbed one of the characters multiple times before stomping on them. You cringed, the camera panned down to the person laying lifeless, jaw slack as if broken. Your stomach flipped and your turned off the TV.

You kept replaying it in your head. We found her.

The sight of Ms. Lee's mutilated corpse.

"You seem upset..."

You jumped as Chan slid into the bed next to you.

"It's just me." he laughed and looked at you, eyes locked on yours before he whispered. "Don't watch movies like that."

"Sorry." You muttered, leaning against him.

"Don't apologize." he hugged you to him.

You didn't say anything to that as his hand rubbed your shoulder gently.

"What did he tell you?" he finally said, you wouldn;t have heard if the room wasn't so quiet.

"He had a book.." You replied.

Chan didn't respond but he tensed and you looked up at him.

"He said he could tell me what you couldn't."

"Do you believe him?" Chan asked, gaze on the blank TV screen.

"No..."

"Good." He whispered, kissing your head gently. "Go to sleep, 'kay?"

You nodded and tried to relax.

You honestly didn't know when you fell asleep, but you woke up in the field of flowers and stood.

You turned a couple of times, confused.

The man stood there, his eyes a vibrant blue. His lips started moving but you couldn't hear him. Why couldn't you hear him...

He noticed your confused expression and his face fell, he bent over, grabbing a bunch of flowers and grass, using them to write out, "You can't hear me?"

You nodded.

He kicked the flowers and looked very angry for a moment before he grabbed them and started spelling something out but he stopped, standing to his full height he looked at you.

You blinked and took a step back. He shook his head frantically before tapping his wrist.

"We don't have time...?"

He nodded, pointing to his neck then at you, then his ears before crossing his arms.

"I can't hear you because of my neck... oh? the tattoo?"

He nodded fervently and bit his lip, brows furrowing, he pointed to his neck again.

"The tattoo?"

He raked his thumb across his throat in a slit motion.

"The tattoo is going to kill me?"

He smiled and nodded.

You looked down for a moment. "How? Why? Chan wouldn't- he-"

He held his hand out and the leather bound book flew past the flowers and into his grasp.

He used his free hand to make a drinking motion.

"Drink?"

He shook his head, you noticed the sun was darkening, the man's movements becoming more desperate. His eyes widened and he mimicked rubbing them before yawning and doing the drinking motion.

"Coffee?" You guessed.

He nodded and tapped his wrist before lifting both hands into the air, straight up in a point.

"At noon..." You tilted your head, "Where-"

He shrugged and pointed to you.

You were about to guess again but the ground shook and split open beneath you. You grabbed around in the dark before closing your eyes tightly. And you fell back into your body, you opened your eyes slowly and looked around the room.. You were alone.

The next morning you saw someone in the kitcen, recognizing Minho you turned on your heel and tried to run somewhere else but you were stopped by a "You're not that sneaky."

"Oh come o-" You started.

Minho stabbed the knife he was using to cut the fruit into the cutting board and looked over his shoulder at you. "Are you so scared of me?"

"You came at me with a power drill-"

"You're human."

"Wow thanks for noticing." You rolled your eyes and walked into the kitchen, muttering to yourself as you fiddled with the coffee maker.

Once you got the coffee going, it was quiet all except for the soft trickle of the coffee into the pot.

Minho went to the stove and started making eggs. "Hand me that." he motioned to the pepper.

You handed it to him and he kept shook a little onto the eggs.

"Can you cut that?" he motioned to an onion. "Rough chop."

You did as he told you and he hummed softly when he took them from you. When majority of the things were done you smiled, turning to get a mug from the cabinet, coffee, finally...

You paused as Minho pressed behind you, breathing in your ear. "Is something wrong?"

You held your breath half expecting him to snap your head off, but he rested a hand on your hip.

"So easily scared but such big talk." He huffed a small laugh. "Stupid human."

Your face burned as he handed you a mug, "I'm not stupid..."

"You sure?" He tilted your head so you looked up at him.

Your heart stopped, when he didn't look like he wanted to kill you, he was really attractive.

"You humans faces really give away so much stuff about you." he mumbled, you could feel his breath on your lips. "No wonder Chan likes you. Such a slut." he pulled your hair and you gasped. He pressed harder against you, crotch rubbing against your ass as he breathed, "Lucky me I didn't mark you." He pulled away leaving you feeling hot and bothered.

"Hey!" You huffed, rubbing the back of your head.

He grabbed mug from the cabinet and walked over the coffee maker as if he hadn't just disrespected you like that.

"Asshole." You muttered.

He turned back to whatever he was doing, sipping his coffee, and for a brief moment you swore you saw a small smile on his face.

You somehow made it out of the house without Chan or the others suspicion, it was one meet up.. nothing could go wrong.

Or so you thought.

You went to a coffee shop near the house in case you needed to book it, you weren't afraid of him (you were), what could he possibly do? He couldn't even fly (but neither could you).

"The tattoo makes you more attractive to demons. Chan claimed you." He huffed softly. "It's also why you can't hear me."

"What does the tattoo have to do with the things I've seen?" You pursed your lips.

"Those things.. are demons ." He looked at his cocoa, "Think about how many demons want a part of the strongest's power? To crawl up to his level of strength?" He huffed a laugh. "The Sin of Pride isn't something to be tossed around uselessly." He leaned forward, and for a brief moment his eyes looked manic. "So, why would he choose a human like you..."

You squeezed your mug and exhaled.

He slid the book across the table. "This has more answers."

You looked at it. "What is it...?"

"A gift."

You took the book cautiously and opened it. The pages were blank... all of them. You flipped from left to right brow furrowing. "Why-"

"Read it in a church. The words only appear in the lord's house." He stood and stretched.

"Wait!" You stood as well.

"Hm?"

"Who are you? Why don't the others trust yo-"

"Call me your guardian angel." He smiled. "I'm going to save you from them all." He smiled and walked away.

You looked at the book before looking back at your "guardian angel", he had vanished, completely gone in the crowd.

You had a bit of time to yourself so you ended up going to the church. The pastor was doing something at the sanctuary, you entered silently and closed the door behind you. It had been a long time since you'd been in such a place. You dipped your fingers in the water at the front and performed the sign of the cross.

You walked further into the church and moved to sit on a pew, you grabbed the book from your bag and were about to open it when the pastor greeted you.

"It's not often young people like you walk into the house of god." The pastor tilted his head at you.

"I'm just... thinking a lot." You said dismissively.

"About?" He asked clearly trying to get something out of you. "I see you're very devoted." He motioned to the tattoo.

"Oh-" You almost laughed. "Yeah... Very..."

"So what's on your mind child?"

You pursed your lips. Could you really tell him about the book..? "Well... I've been interacting with certain people recently." You reached into your bag. "Things have been happening recently."

"Because of those people?" the pastor sat beside you.

"So I've been told." You pulled out the book. "And this... has the answers."

He blinked a few times. "What is it..?"

You shrugged. "I can't read it anywhere but a church so.."

The pastor took the book from you and opened the first page. You looked over his shoulder, hoping to see words.. and there was nothing.

You grabbed the book and slammed it shut, opening it again.

Nothing. nothing but aging yellow blank paper.

"I don't- he said..." You opened and closed the book a few more times.

"Now," the pastor took th book from you and rested on the seat. "There's only so much that God can do perhaps first, you should direct yourself to a mental health prof-"

"Are you calling me crazy?!" You looked at the man.

"No- just-"

"I know it sounds crazy but this tattoo the book- the things I've been seeing-"

"I don't really think-

"You don't understa-"

Thunder clapped outside and you turned to the window as it started raining.

"That wasn't in the forecast.." The pastor stood up and sighed. "I'll get you an umbrella so you don't get wet when you go out there."

You shoved the book into your bag. "It's fine."

"I really insist. I could not help you and-" The pastor froze, gaze locked on the church doors.

"And nothing." You stood and turned but the pastor grabbed you and held out his bible.

You finally looked at the doors. the man with the cap stood there. His eyes completely black, gaze locked on you and the pastor.

"In the name of Jesus..." The pastor moved slowly from between the pews, backing you up behind him. "I cast thee from this holy house."

The man with the baseball cap took a step forward and for the first time you felt something heavy weighing down on you.

"In the name of the lord, our savior, you shall not walk upon this hallowed ground."

The tattoo burned and you clutched your neck. The pastor grabbed his cross and held it out.

The man stopped, staring at you from under the rim of his hat.

"Child what's wrong-"

You gasped in pain as you felt your tattoo being undone and redone over and over. The pastors eyes widened and he stumbled back away from you in shock.

"You bear the mark of a demon! You see things! You- In the nam of Jesus Christ I remove this evil from you!"

You collapses and held your neck, it felt like the skin on your neck was being torn off your muscle. Your hand instinctively held on to the tattoo.

"I cast out this wicked being from this daughter of the lord!"

And then you felt the burning. Like your whole body was fire. A brief image of the freckled angel burning in the hallway flashed through your mind and you let out an ear piercing shriek.

"I beg of you lord free this chi-"

You hugged yourself, it burned. You remembered how Chan had smiled at you, how Changbin had offered to share his food, the sight of Jeongin counting his money, Hyunjin sitting there painting anything and everything. This couldn't be it.

You saw the blood before you realized what happened. Your eyes went wide, the burning stopped.

And the pastor's head was gone.

When Minho saw his older brother writhing in bed and clawing at the frame as if he were in pain he thought three things. The first was that judgement day had finally arrived and he and all his brothers were about to burn in holy fire and DIE. The second was that he was going into heat and resisting the urge not to find you his precious human and fuck the daylights out of you. And the third... he didn't want to think about the third.

Because why on earth would you ever try to get rid of his brother?

"Minho!" Chan jerked up and looked at him. "What is she doing..."

Both men stared at each other before Minho turned and went straight out the door.

Chan tried to stop him. "Minho- Don't" He got up but collapsed, "JEONGIN!"

"Hyung-" the younder demon stared at his brother in shock. "Why are you on the ground-"

"Minho's going to kill her-"

"Hyung I can't stop him-"

"MINHO!" Chan shouted.

MInho tore through your old apartment and found nothing. He considered paying that man who wouldn't leave you alone a visit but decided against it, then he remembered. Changbin mentioned you had a run in with... that thing.. at your hotel.

So when Minho realized you were breaking the pact without realizing he went straight to all the nearest churches. After scaring the living daylights out of several nuns, interrupting a baptism and a small wedding he found you in a church near a coffee shop.

He braced himself to enter, the storm outside whipping his hair into his eyes. Why the hell were you here in the first place? He threw the doors open just in time to see the man with the baseball cap pouncing on you, no not a man. That devil..

Minho threw himself at him with such force, both of them flew and hit the floor of the sanctuary, skidding across the floor as Minho wrapped his hands around the thing's neck.

You sat up and scrambled back, your hand touched blood and you looked at the pastor's body. You started hyperventilating, you needed to leave. You needed to run. You looked at Minho who was still slamming the man's head against the steps of the sanctuary.

You got up and took off running, stumbling over yourself as you tried to get to the church doors, you crashed against them fumbling to pull them open when a hand slammed beside your head. The wood of the door cracking as it slammed shut.

You didn't dare move. You couldn't even breath, watching as the blood seemed to waft off his hand in ash.

"Explain." he said lowly.

You didn't speak. You didn't turn around, eyes still glued on the door in front of you. Minho grabbed you shoulder and turned you around pushing you against the door, his red eyes narrowed.

"Were you trying to kill Chan.."

"What?" You were confused, "Kill him?"

"You really want to act stupid?!" He snapped.

"I DON'T UNDERSTAND! He told me the damn book would show the words in a church so I came here and-"

"Who?!" Minho glared down at you.

"The guy with the freckles.." You muttered.

Minho stared at your tear filled eyes and pulled away releasing a heavy sigh. "What book?"

You stood and walked between the pews grabbing your bag and pulling out the book.

Minho took it from you, flipping through the pages, "It's blank."

"He said it wouldn't be if I read it in a church." You whispered.

"He said that to kill you and Chan." Minho gripped the book tightly in his hands and the it went up in flames in his grasp. "Do you know what that tattoo means?"

You nodded. "Chan said because I'm hi-"

"Because you're his." Minho rolled his eyes. "Without sugaring it over. Chan made a pact with you. Even if that pact is broken and the mark is removed, remnants of Chan's power are still in you. To have the power of one of us, and no one to save you it makes you an easy target."

"He said he was helping me-" You thought about how innocent his smile was then how Chan had said not to trust him. Tears filled your eyes, you were an idiot, you were so stupid, you- you-

"He lied to you."

And you believed it. You sat on the floor beside the pew and stared at a sheet of paper burning on the ground from the book.

"I don't know if it works like this." Minho muttered to himself.

"What?" You looked up.

He turned away for a moment, staring.

"Minho-"

"Do you trust me?"

"I-"

"Do you?" he got on his knees in front of you.

You stared at the demon. Who attacked you with a power drill. Who scared the living shit out of you every time you saw him. Who just saved your life. You nodded.

Minho grabbed your wrist and pulled it to his mouth, you jerked but his grip tightened and you pulled back he fell over you as his fangs sank into your wrist.

You gasp as you felt your wrist throb and your neck burned. Just as the church doors flew of the hinges and your head turned seeing Chan standing at the door.

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VON DUTCH — PT. 2 of MEGAVERSE — [18+!]

AN INTERACTIVE SERIES

“Don’t say stuff like that, honey. You’re gonna mess with my head, hm?”

❇️ The city that allows you to follow your dreams is definitely the best option for the situation you’re in—for inexplicable reasons, you find yourself in a parallel universe. Luckily, your new neighbour Felix—a handsome actor—is more than willing to show you around the area. But for some reason, he reminds you a little too much of your childhood best friend. This can’t be a coincidence, right?

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Welcome to the Real Life Simulations. Please choose a world to play in.

There’s a countdown in front of your eyes. You’ve never been good at making decisions—especially when you don’t have much time. You reread the options, as the letters become a blur in front of your eyes.

God. What are you supposed to pick? This feels like a dream. A very confusing dream. You’ve been through this before. Sometimes, you’re aware that you’re dreaming but you’re not that sure right now.

Dream.

Maybe that’s the code word.

‘A city that allows me to be myself and chase my dreams!’

You reach for the banner, not quite sure how you’re physically supposed to show the universe what your pick is but it understands you.

And you read the next text blinking in bold letters.

Welcome to Starlost Boulevard where everyone can be who they want to be. Are you ready?

You suppose it’s a rhetorical question since you don’t get any time to make up your mind before your vision turns dark again.

You’ll wake up now. What a weird dream, right?

However, when you open your eyes, you don’t find yourself in the apartment you share with your crush Jisung but in a completely new home instead.

It’s rather empty compared to your bedroom outside of this weird dream—the mattress you’re lying on isn’t that comfortable and everything seems rather narrow. You decide to stand up, placing your feet on the ground as you realise you’re wearing different clothes from before falling asleep in your bedroom at home.

Where the hell are you? What is this? And why can’t you wake up?

You pinch yourself in your upper arm—a pro tip to figure out whether you’re inside a dream or not—but you can feel it. The skin that’s pressed between your fingers starts hurting a bit when you apply more strength.

Fucking hell.

What happened?

You can feel panic rush over you but it’s soon drowned out by more confusion. Catching a glimpse of your surroundings, you find a dresser and a desk inside this bedroom that looks nothing like your real one.

Breathe, Y/N. This isn’t real.

Taking a few steps, you walk towards the door and open it. A second later, you’re standing inside the entrance area of your tiny house that you seem to live in alone. Weird. Where’s Jisung? Why is he not with you?

But once you’re done checking out the building, you realise there’s only one bedroom. Perhaps, whoever actually owns this place lives here alone.

Deciding to freshen up, you walk inside the simply decorated bathroom, taking a quick shower. A very cold shower. God, you hate this.

A message pops up on the phone that’s lying on the bathroom counter—who placed it there?

“If you don’t pay your bills within 48 hours, we’ll cut off your electricity. — Sent 2 days and 5 hours ago.”

Wow. Great. So, you’re stuck inside a stranger’s tiny home that doesn’t even function properly? How do you deserve this?

Once you’re dressed—your wardrobe is filled with the same outfits for eight different occasions several times—you dare to step outside the little house, checking your mailbox.

“For home owner, Y/L/N Y/N. Starlost Boulevard News: Diamond Diaries museum organises vernissage for upcoming collection of artist Hyunjin Hwang.”

What?

Perhaps it’s a common name, right? They can’t mean your Hyunjin—your best friend’s crush, can they?

You stuff the piece of paper back into your mailbox, deciding to head inside again. When you read the time on your phone, you realise it’s just a bit after noon.

The letter was addressed to you. As a homeowner. This shitty trailer belongs to you?

Wow, real life Y/N wasn’t the richest girlie in Seoul by any means, but why does your dream version have to suffer even more?

However, who in today’s age can even afford a house and be a homeowner, so that’s at least something. Even if the building—if you can even call it that—reminds you more of a shoe box.

Knock knock.

You’re someone who never opens the front door unless one of your friends announced themselves or Jisung forgot his keys again.

Jisung. Right.

You wonder if Hyunjin is here, if there might also be a chance for you to meet your crush here too.

This is ridiculous. The vernissage they announced in that newspaper letter wasn’t even about Hyunjin who’s part of your friend group. That you are sure of.

Knock knock.

Maybe it was just the wind and no one actually knocked at your front door. If you ignore the sound long enough, it’ll go away.

You walk towards the fridge in the pantry kitchen, when you hear your stomach growl a little. When you open it, you’re greeted by a cutting board that has ingredients placed on it.

What the fuck.

This looks just like the game you were playing right before you fell asleep. You should lower your screen time by hours. You’re already dreaming about the game in which you created a version of yourself and your crush in order to get them married.

Knock knock.

“Hi, sorry to disturb you but I’m your neighbour. I just wanted to introduce myself. I live in the trailer across your own,” a low male voice says.

A tone that’s ridiculously familiar. And you haven’t listened to it for years after he moved away after highschool and ghosted his whole friend group—including you—to start over after what happened between you both.

It can’t be, right? You’re not meeting your childhood friend again in a dream. You’ve been having those from time to time—one in which you both got stuck on a road trip in New Zealand, sharing the same van—and they’ve been piling up these past couple of weeks. But it still can’t be.

Right?

You dare to open the front door and when you’re met with his beautiful brown eyes and the freckles decorating his pretty face, you accidentally let the loaf of bread inside your hand fall down.

“Hi—Y/N?” he asks, his eyes widening. “You moved here? I haven’t seen you in ages.”

No. This can’t be. This can’t be true. Well, it’s a dream after all, isn’t it?

Isn’t it?

Something tells you that you might not believe that anymore. Something about this situation feels oddly… real.

“Felix?” you let out.

God, how many years you haven’t said his name out loud. No one in your friend group, actually. Not after what he did.

“Yeah, it’s me. I’ve got brownies for you. A welcome gift,“ he explains, showing you the baked goods. “I wasn’t aware that it is you who moved here. Our neighbour that lives in the third trailer—her name is Venessa—announced that we had someone new here.”

Venessa?

“Venessa Jeong?” you intuitively ask him. Because you actually don’t know anyone else with that first name.

“Oh, you know her?” your new neighbour questions.

“Not personally. A friend of a friend,” you add. Well, it’s the best way to explain it. Definitely better than calling her your crush’s fling. However, Jisung—in real life—told you that these two didn’t work out anyway.

“Oh, that’s cool,” Felix says.

“Why don’t you come inside?” you blurt out, not wanting him to stand there awkwardly on your doorstep with a huge box of brownies in his hand.

“Of course,” he says, taking off his shoes and placing the cake on your kitchen counter.

“How long have you been living in this neighbourhood?” you ask him. This doesn’t make sense. The Felix in the real world left Seoul six years ago, right after finishing high school when he cut off contact with your whole friend group.

“For almost six years now. When I left our hometown, I ended up here. You know, to pursue my acting career,” he explains.

Fucking hell. This feels like some weird, alternative universe.

“Actor? You’re an actor?” you ask. This is super impressive. Your childhood friend always wanted to be an actor and knowing that he actually managed to become successful in this dream world is crazy.

More or less successful.

“Yeah. You might have seen me in a couple of lesser known movies. I’m still… trying to… you know, establish a fanbase and a solid income,” he says with a quieter voice now, scratching the back of his head.

“It’s always been your dream,” you remind him. He wrote it in your friendship book—the one you lend your loved ones so they can fill out a little profile and description—that his dream career is to be an actor one day.

“What brings you here?” he suddenly asks you.

Fuck. You’re drawn out of your thoughts.

Yeah. What the hell brings you here?

Well, let’s have a look at it. You played The Sims on your computer and the next thing you know is falling asleep and having a weird ass dream about being caught in the game–

Wait. It does feel like you’re caught in the game, right? Starting with a cheap building, no job, no friends. That’s basically The Sims. Or generally young adult life in the 21st century.

“W-What?”

“How did you end up in Starlost Boulevard? Were you getting sick of Seoul?” Felix wants to know.

So, Seoul exists in this dream too?

“Yeah, basically,” you say, deciding to just go with this option.

“I get that. It’s a lot more chill here and the weather is so much better. No one cares what you do or what you wear. I can show you around, if you like,” he suddenly offers.

“Sure,” you accept, knowing it’s a good idea. Although your heart is getting more and more confused about being with Felix again.

“Oh, you dropped this,” he tells you, handing you the loaf of bread. “Grilled cheese is always a good choice. Are you hungry? We can get something on the way.”

Perhaps it’s more like a parallel universe if Felix recognises you. A dream about a parallel universe inspired by your game.

It is a dream, right?

When you reach for your smartphone to check the time a pop-up appears.

“Felix Lee. Actor [Level 2]. 24 years old. Starlost Boulevard. Traits: ambitious, lovebug, geek, [2 more hidden traits]. Friends: Venessa Jeong, Penny Pizzazz, Hyunjin Hwang. Acquaintances: Miko Ojo, Seungmin Kim. Enemies: Akira Kibo.”

Hyunjin Hwang? Fuck. You have to subtly ask him about that guy later. And it isn’t even the only name that you’ve heard of before.

But for now, Felix is offering his hand, which you take, as he guides you outside your tiny house.

Your eyes are met with the tallest palm trees you’ve ever witnessed, when Felix and you have walked a bit down the street where your small houses are located. 

The nature is stunning and you’re grateful for the warm weather. It’s a climate you aren’t familiar with, so much different to Seoul. 

“How do you like Starlost Boulevard so far? You’ve never been here before, right?”

Okay you’re sure now that this Felix isn’t aware of the fact that you’re caught inside your dream together. How are you supposed to have visited this city when it’s not real?

“No, never,” you admit. “But I like it. It’s so different to our hometown.”

Felix nods, “Oh, absolutely. It’s awesome to just be who you want to be. No one ever judges you for your choice in job, style or relationships.”

Relationships. Fuck. It does something to your head listening to dream-Felix speak that word. After all, the two of you have a tiny bit of a history in real life.

“That’s nice,” you say, keeping your gaze fixated on the houses, palm trees and neon signs in front of you.

“Hm, it can be shallow at times too. So, I’m happy I actually have a few real friends here. Including you now.”

When you turn around to look at him, your childhood friend sends a wink your way, managing to let your heart skip a beat. Or a few.

“Y-Yeah. I’m happy to be here.”

Although, you’re fucking overwhelmed. You ended up inside a random trailer as if you were catapulted into a parallel universe without a plan, job or a single coin of money. 

“Can I tell you something?” you ask. There’s been something on your mind. Well a lot. You’re overwhelmed. And you don’t know how things work in this dream world so you definitely will need some advice. You basically spawned in Starlost Boulevard and now you’re expected to know how things work.

“I arrived here only today and don’t have electricity yet. It’s a bit embarrassing…” you start.

“Oh, no it’s not, honey,” Felix immediately reassures you.

Why the sudden use of the nickname he called you six ago?

“You can come to my place for showering and food, if you like,” he offers. Thank God. Or Felix.

“That would be great,” you say, giving him a bright smile.

“I mean, it’s convenient you live so close to an old friend, right?” he asks with a wink.

Fucking hell. Living so close to him will play with your stupid little heart.

A bit later, you arrive in what seems to be the town's centre. There’s not much going on except for even more palm trees and a lot of busy people, until you notice a modern building that looks like random shapes stacked up on another.

“That’s the Diamond Dream museum," Felix begins.

“Wow, it’s…”

He chuckles, “It’s fucking ugly, yes, I know. I don’t know who the hell they hired as an architect. But my friend Hyunjin will have his vernissage for his upcoming project soon. You should go there with me.”

Felix is so much more straightforward than back then. You like it.

And there’s something else you notice.

His friend Hyunjin.

Sure, you’ve noticed it an hour ago, when your phone showed you this weird profile page about your former childhood friend. But how high are the chances that it’s the Hyunjin Hwang? After all, they used to be friends too.

“Oh, I’d love that. Thank you,” you tell him.

“Anything for you, Y/N. I’m glad you’re here and I’m more than happy to show you around, hm?” he says with an expression on his face that you can’t quite interpret.

The two of you keep walking around, finding a little house that sells street food. You both opt for burritos and lemonade, searching for a place to sit down for eating.

The food is great—you’ve been so hungry—and having Felix as your company is always perfect. 

And while you’re busy munching your meal, a woman approaches the two of you. She has medium length turquoise hair with a few yellow strands—it looks pretty cool if you’re honest—and wears a casual outfit.

“Look, there’s Venessa. Our neighbour,” Felix informs you.

That’s Venessa Jeong? Fuck, you kind of get why Jisung wanted to meet her. Perhaps, you wouldn’t have declined that offer either.

“Hey, Lixie. How’re you?” She suddenly shifts closer to him, lowering her voice. “Sorry, are you on a date?”

“This is our new neighbour, Y/N. I’m just showing her around,” he explains with a bright smile.

“Y/N… I’ve heard that name somewhere before,” Venessa starts. Right. She invited that guy over some nights ago who moaned that exact name while they were at it. What a weird coincidence. “I’m Venessa, so nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you, too,” you say. “Are you an actor as well?”

Your smartphone that’s placed on the wooden table suddenly starts lighting up.

New info unlocked: Venessa Jeong. Actor [Level 3]. 26 years old. Starlost Boulevard. Traits: ambitious, cheerful, [3 more hidden traits]. Friends: Felix Lee, Hyunjin Hwang, Johnny Zest, Thi Linh. Acquaintances: Seungmin Kim, Candy Behr. Enemies: Catarina Lynx (ex girlfriend).

“Yes, I am! I’m playing a bunch of roles together with Felix. How about you? What do you do for a living?” she asks you back.

“Uhm… I just moved here. I… don’t have a job yet,” you explain, feeling a little embarrassed. Who the hell would move to a random city without any job?

“If you ever need help finding anything, let us know! Lix and I can definitely help you.” She takes a sip from her green smoothie. “I’m happy to have another female friend here. You seem really nice, Y/N.”

“T-Thank you, you too,” you tell her.

“Anyway, I’ve gotta go. I have some filming hours later and have to get ready. Have fun, you two,” she says with a friendly tone, meaning it.

“Bye, see you later, Venessa.” Felix takes a look at you. “Shall we continue?”

Since the two of you both fancied a drink somewhere, Felix showed you his favourite pub with a questionable name—Orchid A Go Go—the person that came up with it was definitely drunk.

“What would you like?” your childhood friend asks and you tell him your choice. A little while later, Felix joins you in the booth you’re sitting in.

“Here’s your margarita, darling,” he says, casually throwing in some flirty name again.

It reminds you a little of Jisung. Maybe, you’ve gotten so attached to your roommate because you’ve never gotten over Felix. Sure, that’s just an assumption but to some extent it makes perfect sense. After all, your childhood friend used to play this hot and cold game for a long time as well.

“I missed you, honey,” he confesses.

Okay, maybe this new, dream version Felix is a lot more straightforward, honest and confident than both his former self and your crush from the real world.

“I missed you too, Lix.” You have no issue in admitting this too. Denying wouldn’t make any sense anyway, it’s just the truth. “Can I ask you something?”

You’re already here with him anyway. Might just well take your chance.

“Always. I think I already know what you’re thinking about with that distracted little head of yours.”

Fuck. He’s gonna mess with your head.

However, this will give you some answers for a long lost cause and you’ll perhaps also figure out if Felix was talking about your shared friend Hyunjin or someone else today when the name was mentioned.

“Why did you cut off contact? Like—with the whole friend group.”

It’s out. The question you’ve wanted to ask for six years now.

“Hm, I’m sure Changbin and Cecilia miss me too,” he chuckles. “Hyunjin and I found each other again when he had a job offer in Starlost Boulevard some years ago. I thought he would have told you guys.”

This is what differs from the real world. Hyunjin isn’t friends with Felix anymore either. You don’t even know where the hell your former friend lives or what he does for a living.

“He didn’t,” you confess.

Felix doesn’t question it. But he wants to tell you the truth. “You really wanna know why I ghosted all of you?”

“Yeah… please, I’ve always wondered if it was something I said or did that… pissed you off,” you say, your voice becoming a bit quieter.

“And what if it was?”

Fucking hell. Your heart shatters. You being responsible for him ghosting the whole friend group lets an uncomfortable feeling bubble up inside your stomach.

“W-What?”

“Do you remember our kiss? At our highschool graduation party?”

Of course you do. You could never forget. The two of you were a bit tipsy. And knowing that a new chapter was about to start in your lives, you became a little reckless. Your stupid crush on Felix back then didn’t help the situation.

“I do, yeah…” you admit, catching your lower lip between your teeth.

“I had a big crush on you back then, Y/N. But you were head over heels for that asshole—what was his name again—right, Akira instead,” he explains with a chuckle.

Right. Akira and you went on a few dates. He was the first man you’ve ever gone out with but it didn’t click much. Perhaps, you fell in love with the idea of him instead. It did bring you something good though—through him, you met Jisung.

“That pretty boy with the tattoos who’s a bit older and who switches his girlfriends every week and you fell for him too… when you had me, your best friend, in front of you all the time,” Felix adds. Suddenly, he scoots a bit closer, reaching for your hand.

“I’m… I’m sorry, Lix,” you tell him.

“It’s okay. It’s been what—six years? That’s why I moved here. I needed to start from zero and finally follow my dreams.”

“I’m proud of you, you know? I wish I would have had a chance to be a part of it, but I understand you,” you tell him, meaning it.

“Y-You do?”

“Hm, it’s just a shame that I actually had a crush on you back then. Akira was just some guy to make you jealous when that girl—Miko—asked you out.”

Miko and you became friends a couple of years later in college and you got over the initial rivalry. And thanks to her, you met Seungmin since the two of them used to study political science together. Well, at least in the real world. You don’t know if this applies to this weird dream you’re caught in.

“I’ve never liked Miko more than a friend. Fuck. We’re such idiots, aren’t we?”

The both of you burst out in laughter, before your glasses clash together and a ‘cheers’ echoes through the mostly empty pub.

“We were young, Lix. That’s normal,” you tell him, brushing over his arm with your fingers.

He giggles, flustered, and you enjoy the view and sound of it. “I know… but we wasted so many years.”

Dream-Felix is gonna make you lose your mind. How deeply you wished this was the real world.

“We can start from here again. All fresh,” you offer.

“I’d like that. Cheers to us, Y/N. I’m glad destiny brought us together.”

Your heart halts for a second. Fuck, you wish it was true and you weren’t caught in a dream. You’re gonna wake up tomorrow and miss Felix again.

Might as well take all the chances you get, right?

“Can I tell you another secret, Lix?”

“Sure, honey,” he encourages you, scooting even closer. To any nosy people this might sound suspicious, but you’ve known each other your whole life, right?

However, with the following words that you’re speaking, things don’t seem so platonic anymore. “The kiss we shared… even after all these years, it’s still my favourite of all time.”

Felix throws his head back, trying to withstand the temptation between the both of you. Fuck. The fact you’re just casually dropping that information gets under his skin like nothing else.

He brings his gaze back to you, reaching for his glass and downing the rest of his drink.

“Fuck, don’t say stuff like that, honey. You’re gonna mess with my head, hm?”

His fingers wander under your chin, making you look up at him.

“What if that’s my plan?” you say, clicking your tongue and tilting your head a bit.

“You won’t be getting out of this too easily, okay?”

“Great. Because I’m not planning to have you run away again,” you admit. And he should know this.

Something inside Felix’s eyes darkens, when he leans closer and whispers into your ear. “How about we go back to my house, hm? I haven’t shown you my place yet.”

Felix’s trailer doesn’t differ a lot from your own on the outside, but it’s something completely else inside. It’s cosy and beautifully decorated, making it feel very lived in.

“Make yourself comfortable on the couch, honey,” he tells you, while getting two glasses of water for the both of you. He places them down on the table in front of the sofa, before he joins you.

“I’m happy you’re in my life again, Y/N,” he confesses.

You smile, “Me too, Lix.”

Oh, how much you wished this wasn’t a dream but the real world.

“Come here, hm?” Felix casually reaches for your hands, painfully slowly hovering you on top of him. “Sit down, pretty. I told you to make yourself comfortable.”

Fucking hell. This is the best dream you’ve ever had.

“Kiss me, please,” you whisper against his lips that are now only separated from your own by a thin layer of air.

“So polite, hm?” he chuckles, before he crashes his lips into your own, sealing them with a heated kiss. And you were correct. Felix has always been the best kisser on this planet.

You can’t compare this to any feelings you’ve ever experienced in your entire life—Felix tastes like the first sunbeams welcoming spring and the first snowfall welcoming winter, like a cup of hot tea after a cold autumn day or gelato on a hot summer day.

He tastes like pure comfort. As if you’ve always belonged together.

You invite his tongue inside your mouth, sensing it dancing around with your own, as he pulls you closer by the waist. A few little grunts spill from his lips and they grow rougher, whenever you instinctively grind over his slowly hardening crotch.

He helps you with your rhythm, enjoying the small sounds you make whenever the friction makes you feel just right. Sooner than later, he feels you humping his clothed cock, becoming more comfortable. Fuck. He’s wanted to do this ever since that first kiss the two of you shared. He’s always regretted letting you go for such immature reasons.

“I adore kissing you, baby,” Felix says, letting go of you for a moment, “but I need my lips on your pretty pussy, yeah?”

Oh, God. No man has ever talked to you like this. Of course, the night you shared with Chan not that long ago was amazing without a doubt. But Felix’s low voice and the way he casually throws in those words, makes your head spin.

When you give him a nod—and a wide grin—Felix picks you up and places you on your back, as you’re lying on his couch now, while he’s towering over you—ready to devour you like a five star meal.

As if you’re on autopilot, you spread your legs, when Felix’s kisses make their way down your jaw, your neck and your cleavage. This feels so good. And so real. He wanders further south, creating a pretty pathway of rough bites and love marks—the beauty of this artwork is out of this world.

You allow him to hover your dress over your head, leaving you in your lingerie. Weird. You’ve never seen this one before. But it fits you perfectly. The black laces are hugging your curves just right and the green little diamond jewellery attached to them makes the look perfect. Almost too pretty to take off. Almost.

Felix is already between your thighs, placing them on his shoulders, as you watch him carry the most mischievous smirk on his face, when he looks up at you.

“Ready, honey?”

“Don’t make me wait, Lixie,” you whine.

“You’re impatient, baby,” he whispers, the hotness of his breath lingering on the exposed skin of your thighs. Felix adds a little kiss to your ruined panties, watching your mouth part, before he decides to get rid off the fabric entirely. Your bra and underwear land on the pile of clothing—along with your dress and his shirt—somewhere on the floor, before he gets back to you.

And you’re sure you’re gonna see stars in an instant, when he starts placing kitten licks on your aching pussy, the top of his tongue grazing over your clit ever so lightly. 

Instinctively, you reach for his long, blond hair—it looks so different compared to back then—guiding his moves the way you prefer it. Felix lets out a grunt, feeling himself growing tighter in his pants. But he stays focused on you. Tonight is about you. He will make sure that your paths never cross again. Your former friend has waited and wasted too many years for that.

“Lixie– right there, please,” you struggle to let out.

And all he does is decide to bring two fingers to your entrance, letting them circle around your wet hole, before he pushes them inside. His tongue is lying flat against your tongue, while he stares up at your through his long strands. 

Felix starts moving his fingers, pounding them into your cunt, as his tongue starts moving again.

Oh, you’re not gonna last long.

“Felix– please.”

“Honey, come on… you know what I’m waiting for, don’t you?” he asks you, chucking.

You hastily nod, letting your head fall back, “Hm– fuck, I’m gonna–“

And you do. All over his tongue and fingers, making a huge mess. Felix helps you through your high, listening to your moans and whimpers. He wishes he could tattoo the sounds to his brain, so he would be able to replay them whenever he feels like it.

Your childhood friend pulls his fingers out of you and licks them clean, placing a few small kisses on your inner thighs. He gets up and walks to his bathroom, before he takes care of you and your body.

“Lixie?”

“Yeah?”

“This was nice,” you admit with a giggle.

“I agree, honey,” he says with a wink.

“Can I ask you something else?” you start again, once you’re dressed in some of his clothes.

“Of course—what is it?”

“Can you help me… find a job here?”

He reaches for his smartphone, giving the device to you. “Sure. Just pick one. These are the current ones.”

“That’s all I have to do?” you question.

“Yeah. Make a smart decision, Y/N.”

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