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She happened to be a camerawomen, not just any camerawomen but a specialist for momento mori. She was dreading for a week holiday and was not willing to take any requests. But then she was called and was offered a five times payment than her real salary, she couldn't say no. She convinced herself that it would only take a few hours of her holiday or maybe even less. But at the location of the given address, it was another long journey before she could even have her full week break. --- "Don't touch me," I warned him and threw the books I have been holding at him. He obeyed and I tried to open the door again. This is seriously freaking me out. "Let me try,"he offered. I stepped away from the door and let him do want he wants. He grabbed a chair and hit the door handle but it won't budge. In frustration, he exhaled loudly and put the chair down. "This door is metal how can we open it." I am still afraid of Hyungwon but at this kind of situation, what can I do?

"You know, I gotta warn you, baby." He swipes his thumb over Minho's lower lip. "I might just break your heart." Minho just giggles breathily. He must think Chan's kidding. {HEY MAYBE SKIP THIS ONE IF YOU'RE STRUGGLING WITH SELF HARM/SUICIDAL THOUGHTS!}

❝ '𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘨𝘰, 𝘓𝘦𝘦?' Hyunjin thought and lowered to the level of Felix's ear. "If you pull something like this on me again, I swear, the next thing you know, you'll be screaming for help." he warned in a lowered tone.... ❞ --------------------- On a Halloween night, Felix accidentally lost his friends in the crowd and bumped into a taller guy dressed as a vampire. "𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘓𝘦𝘦 𝘍𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘹." the guy smirked. --------------------- [COMPLETED] OT8 Vampire AU --------------------- ⚠️IMPORTANT⚠️ THIS STORY IS FICTION ONLY AND DOES NOT CHARACTERIZE THE MEMBERS OR HOW THEY ACTUALLY ACT IRL! THE STORY IS ONLY MY IMAGINATION! PS: I would've said "Do not skip school to read this story", BUTTTTTT I couldn't care less about school, sooo, ENJOY THE STORY! (•̀ᴗ•́)و --------------------- Started: 09/23/2020 Finished: 02/19/2021 Published: 02/22/2021 - 03/25/2021

English story {self-made story. If you read it somewhere, it's just coincidence. I invented everything myself. Used for entertainment.} You heard Chan faking a cough. "What?" you asked. Chan looked away from his phone and panicked. You frowned. "Nothing" he shortly replied. ~WARNING : - My story contains graphic depictions of violence, sexuality, strong language, and/or other mature themes - If you don't feel comfortable please don't read it thx ^^ - please don't copy it or writ it in other languages (just dm me if you want to writ it in other languages) thx start = 2022.05.02 finish = 2023.04.04

"I wonder what time is it" "Changkyun" She calls pushing her hair away. The male walk towards her immediately smelling her which cause him to sigh. "How much did you drink?" He ask. "I don't know. I lost count. They kept giving me drinks" She shut her eyes close feeling her vision blur. "Now, what kind of excuse do you have? I said 10pm?" Changkyun raise a brow. "I do not have an excuse. They told me to stay so I did. It's my own will" Changkyun soften at her words but still manage to keep his composure. "Kiss me" That kicks all the alcohol in her system. Jia look up to see if he's joking but it's clear he's not. "What?" She let out. "That's the only thing I can think of how I'll forgive you. Kiss me" Changkyun stares at her. "Here, here and here" The male point at his lips, neck and collar bone. "Isn't that too much?" She shakes at his order. "I don't think so. Do it." • contains mature themes • im changkyun fanfiction • stylist x idol relationship

"The way that I feel about you makes me sick." His words are like venom against my skin, sinking in and making my blood boil. "You've snaked your way into my brain and twisted me up inside. I hate it." My back stops against the cold wall. He was trapping me in, his scent surrounding me and making my brain go fuzzy. His hands lean against the wall, locking me into place. His eyes were darker than usual, clouded with a look I was starting to know too well. "How do you think I feel around you?" My voice comes out more confident than I expected. "You don't make things easy for me at all. You drive me insane for the fun of it." He chuckles, and it vibrates through my chest, sending chills over my skin. "And you fucking love it." I wanted to say something, something quick-witted and bordering on mean. But his arms looked so delicious in this tank top, and his lips were full and bright red, just begging for me to finally break the tension between us. But I don't have to, because in an instant, he's leaning in. When his lips touch mine, I think I black out for a second, not being able to think about anything but how perfectly our lips feel against each other. The door opens and I hear a familiar deep voice. "I knew it was only a matter of time." - An OT8 ateez fanfic for my fellow OT8 biases :))

"My name is Jisung." Minho's grip on the book tightens. That name doesn't belong in this house. It's foreign and warm and human, and it doesn't belong. "I didn't ask." Jisung swallows, whether it's the juice or his pride, Minho doesn't know. More silence. It drapes over them like mist. Even Iris lowers her head slightly, although her eyes remain open, tracking every twitch of Jisung's hand. Finally, Jisung exhales and leans back into the cushions, wincing. "You're right. You didn't ask. But you did save my life. And I just... I thought you might want to know who you're saving." Minho closes the book. Not gently. "You think I care?" he asks. His voice is low, his eyebrows are furrowed, dangerous. "You think giving me your name makes this better? Makes you less of a threat?" Jisung says nothing. Minho rises, the book forgotten on the armchair. "You can eat. You can breathe. You can sleep under my roof. But don't mistake that for kindness." ⛧⛧⛧⛧⛧⛧⛧⛧ or: minho hates humans. they took away everything he had. minho hates humans, but when he's forced to live with one, he finds that he doesn't hate jisung at all.