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no.40 for sehun?

Sehun wasn’t specifically annoying. He wasn’t loud or preaching, he knew how to behave in front of grownups and how to impress freshmen. People loved him: parents, professors, students of all ages.

Sehun was everywhere, that’s what popularity provided him: hot mouths and constant gigs. Basketball team? Invited him. Long-haired boys in a band who believed they should drop out of school and go on a tour over the country? Invited him. Even motherfucking science club invited him because he kept encouraging their project presentation with nods and a comfortable expression.

He seemed to fit in in all those places, broad shoulders and casual caps on his head. You could see him anywhere, wearing from sweatpants to tuxedos, and it would’ve never crossed your mind anything about that was off. The game was always on with Sehun and yet that wasn’t the reason behind your aversion -there were plenty of popular boys out there, snobbish and self-absorbed brats that did deserve your hatred- what made you clench your teeth whenever you saw Sehun at the corridors was a sense that, despite the bad boy aura, he owned a genuine heart.

Of course he wanted to be approved in chemistry so he purposely paired up with a straight-As-in-chemistry classmate, but while he stood there, sitting right beside them, he would also do his best. He would listen to what they told him like a prince hearing his people and he would grant them their demands and offer them all his precious seconds.

People like him leave a winter-cold path behind them and you always felt like you were the type to get dangerously attached.

If avoiding him was impossible, at least ignoring was something you mastered. You had more urgent stuff to think other than Oh Sehun, laughing with his friends from the moment they parked at school to his final seconds at extracurricular activities. Fuck, you could hear the rustle of his smile and -not so impressively- you could hear the reaction to his smirks as well.

But the thing was: that morning, that gloomy and chilly Tuesday morning, you didn’t see his white teeth paving the way and that left you, at the very least, curious.

Your sudden interest, like his mood, lasted from all morning until lunchtime and easily made it to the afternoon classes. You couldn’t hear his voice and his annoying laugh was missing. Sehun looked so upset it was bothering you and while his casuals greeted him from afar, his regulars and friends knew better; giving him some space to recharge from whatever matter it could be. And what could it possibly be, you wondered, watching him be polite to bystanders and catch sighs still, even if an invisible quarantine diameter appeared to surround him.

You surprised yourself by looking his way whenever you had a chance and found it disturbingly funny how you avoided warm Sehun at all costs, but couldn’t take your eyes off that unknown side of him. It also surprised you how you knew tiny bits of him, despite considering not to be drawn into his light. He had no activities that day and it was unusual to see him walk home on his own, the first couple of blocks the same path to your place. Your eyes attentively followed his back, the shape impossible to go unnoticed in his grey coat. And he kept facing the ground, his hair a bit dishevelled in that angle and somehow being able to not bump into someone else. Sehun seemed smaller walking like that and you couldn’t avoid thinking that didn’t match his carefree personality.

The traffic lights were green and your legs caught his footsteps in the corner with no efforts. He seemed unbothered by your presence but still bothered by something else. At that point, you didn’t hide your prying eyes, the sight of him clear without other people circling his presence, watching the knot on his eyebrows in the first row and being taken by an urge to ask him how he was feeling. There was something so wrong about it…

“Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?” he said, an authentic surprise contorting his lips. Though you knew it wasn’t an open grin, it still got you surprised knowing your growing sympathy for him was uncontrollable enough. That sudden interaction felt out, certainly an alternate universe collapsing into both characters.

“It must be one, because Mister Happiness here hasn’t smiled a single time today,” you threw back at him, a bit funny and another bit acid. It got him pondering with that same knotting eyebrows and you regretted how it sounded like you take notes on how many times he smiles a day.

Then he did smile and things fell into place, universe aligning when his nose scrunched slightly and some of his upper teeth appeared. Sehun looked prettier from close, the burgundy scarf analogue to his pink lips and a scar on his cheek you have never noticed. It was hard to look away, even when the cars stopped again and you were allowed to cross the street. It was a shy and tender reaction that fit his features so much better. It was adorable…

After cracking the restricted area around him, it only felt natural to walk together, talking all the casual talks allowed for strangers and taking the double of time to arrive so you could enjoy your companies. You felt right in your judgement, knowing a bit of his genuine side, apart from any mesmerising view his looks could cause, even though you understood the feeling of being under his warmth was worth all the sighs and euphoric outcries you’ve ever heard.

“I hope to see your pretty smile more often,” he said when he dropped you home, just before heading to his place. And though you did your best to avoid turning that into a smile contest, you couldn’t help rolling your eyes with the corner of your lips wide.

You hoped to keep seeing his as well.

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idk why i haven’t seen this before, but thank you so much for taking some of your time to feedback this! i wrote this with a tiny flame of comfort in mind and seeing this drabble reached your heart feels like passing that flame on, it’s like a mission accomplished!

Hello :) can I request 45 and 23 for Kyungsoo. Also can te setting be the reader and soo sitting on a field of flowers. Thank you :)))))

“Tell me a secret.”

Spring wasn’t your favourite season.

There was pollen everywhere and you were always afraid bees would get stuck in your hair. Days got hotter and hotter as the season went by and chilling days were memories from a different lifetime. Even the songs were colourful and pretty girls wore the cutest clothes, but all spring ever meant was a disaster. Until you met him.

Kyungsoo moved in during the flowery season.

He brought with him a lovely black dog and his secret recipe of peanut butter cookies, which invaded your room every now and then -mostly during Sunday afternoons. Capturing signs of him was surprisingly easy though.

Kyungsoo always had a book on his hands. The covers seemed to change ever so often, another colourful trait of the season. His favourite spot seemed to be the backyard, flowers blowing different essences and close to the kitchen. He was quiet and his bedroom window was across yours. From there you could barely see things, but whenever your eyes met you would shy out a smile and he would do the same, fixing his glasses on his nose without a need.

It all started when you woke up in the middle of the night, hearing your parents fight. They weren’t being specifically loud, but for such quiet neighbours, even the slightest raise of voice sounded like a thunderstorm. You turned your bedside light on and waited for them to stop so you could cry on your own. It was just another night in your least favourite season.

The next day someone was waiting for you at the door.

“Hi, I’m your neighbour Kyungsoo,” he introduced himself and wait for you to do the same. It was the first time you’ve ever seen him so close and it was hard to avoid looking at the birthmarks on his lips. “I just baked some cookies and thought you might enjoy them.”

When you got closer to accept his heartwarming gift, you noticed the air surrounding him smelled as sweet as the cookies themselves. He shied away, a bit awkward, a bit adorable, just as you tasted his baked rays of sunflowers.

“Wait,” you said, even though your mouth was still full. If happiness could have a taste, it would have chosen Kyungsoo’s flower-shaped cookies. “This is delicious!”

To make up to him, you tried baking cinnamon rolls on the next weekend, because somehow cinnamon seemed fitting to his voice, his smile and his skin. You put a lot of effort into doing so but couldn’t help thinking love-baking was the uttermost lie. None of your good thoughts and genuine feelings made into it, the dough didn’t bake evenly and you ended up with a mutation kind of patisserie.

“You baked them yourself?” no, you didn’t. Your failed attempt brought you to the nearest bakery and you prayed their cinnamon rolls wouldn’t taste too professional. You had placed them on the delicate porcelain Kyungsoo offered you his cookies on and when he sneaked a piece out, you could see by the shimmering light on his eyes that cooking was something he could take a surprise exam about without any worries. “I could smell the cinnamon.”

You didn’t mean to lie, but you couldn’t say no. Kyungsoo seemed impressed but that wasn’t what your omission was about. You wanted to show him gratitude, for a kind and silent gesture, that meant way more than just an after-midnight snack.

“I couldn’t bring myself to deny it,“ you finally admitted, playing with a tiny flower to avoid looking at him. The whole tell me a secret thing smelled like a sweet trap from the very beginning, just like his background garden in bloom.

“That’s no secret,” he said, pretending he didn’t catch your hidden meanings. “It’s been months since I learned for a fact you can’t even boil an egg.” you laughed, even though you pretended to be offended. And the silence fell like nighttime again, bugs beating their wings near the flame of yellow lights.

“Soo, it’s your turn,” and though he seemed uninterested, you knew he was paying attention, silent and mindful as always. “I wish you would tell me something, at least just once,” you added in a quiet murmur, for the door to your heart has always been opened and yet you haven’t seen much of his. You wish he would let you in, even if step by step, into his world. For you trusted Kyungsoo with yours from day one and reiterated your decision the day he lent you his shoulders to cry on.

Laid down on the grass of his backyard, colourful flowers painted dull by night still hovering over you. You almost wished you haven’t said a thing, you haven’t fallen in his trap. Grown to be your best friend, it meant Kyungsoo already knew most to all your secrets and yet there were so much left in between the lines.

It took him a couple of minutes, as if gathering courage, lean body sliding in your direction, grass being crunched under his right shoulder just so he could look at you from above. You could see, by the way his eyes hide underneath his eyelashes, he was still a bit hesitant, full lips half opened in the shape of a heart.

“I know you don’t like spring, but I’ve always thought you are just like a flower,” he confessed, so close to your heart, you could barely see your reflection in his glasses. “Delicate and determined to grow. Beautiful like a sunflower.”

You could taste how cinnamon did fit him, born out of a sweet essence and handmade for warmth, all the shades of yellow in the colour charts. You felt in your pounding heart that even though seasons have been switching for longer than a year, your emotions radiated: unchanged and pure.

Such a springy feeling to have. And Kyungsoo was right, you didn’t like spring.

But from that moment on, from the moment he kissed you, spring became your favourite season.

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34 with jongdae please! Thank you!!

Dating you was effortless, Jongdae figured.

The realisation came after fights followed by straight-forward conversations. In his eyes, having you decoded meant how much time you two built on your relationship and he couldn't think of a better way to spend his days.

You slowly became easy to read, your hands followed the sound of your voice and your eyebrows flexed whenever you got mad. You were also easy to please -once he got to know you better: all it took was a bit of chocolate and sometimes a quick session of cheek kisses could make all the tiny mistakes fly away. While in your company, Jongdae turned into a fast learner and it was undeniable how much of a dedicate lover he grew to be.

“If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed,” you joked.

You weren't even looking at him and to know he had been staring at you there was no need for that. You were used to feeling his gaze fall on you and it was easy to notice because everything remained silent for oddly long periods. You enjoyed those quiet moments, they spoke about intimacy and feeling comfortable in each other's presence. But your joy was hearing his voice: the higher notes of his laugh and his lower voice on your ears at night.

“Hey, I didn’t mean it like that!” he shouted in defence, feeling wronged, his voice growing like your delight whenever you heard him smile. The sound filled the whole car, like a song that demands a raising in the volume to be enjoyed, and his eyes disappeared though he was still driving safely.

“Didn’t mean it like what? The looking at me or the making to the bed part?” you asked, your laughter joining his, the trademark of your carefree relationship, the moments you choose to keep in you. In nights like that, funny and teasing, you always caught yourself thinking there was nothing you would change in your dynamics.

It started with “Well, it depends,” when he spoke again with an audible twist in his tone. That made you linger for the rest of his sentence, eager and attentive, as he braked slowly at the upcoming traffic lights. God, how you loved the way, despite being embarrassed, he still provoked you with his ears on fire and your love for flammable things.

Jongdae looked at you again and this time you were already looking back, electricity touching you through his hand-drawn eyelashes, setting ablaze when he finally asked: “Would you like me to pull over?”

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Hey ! Can u do 43 with baekhyun??

“YOU DID WHAT?” you were pretty sure that was the loudest phrase you ever heard from Baekhyun, you both still being hangover having something to do with it. His scream was followed by a flying pillow he threw in your direction and a look of full disapproval on his face.

His hair was a mess and you still had waterproof mascara under your eyes; that’s usually how this kind of story starts.

“He fucking dared me!” that seemed like a good reason to do anything in the night before but at that moment, spread over Baekhyun’s couch, watching the ceiling as if it could move around any minute: you were beginning to question your life choices.

“Yeah, he said I bet you won’t suck my dick and you just went down on him as if your life depended on it!”

“I did right?” you chuckled, sounding quite proud of your last night achievement, which didn’t bring any joy to enraged Baekhyun by your side. Your life didn’t depend on it, but getting fifty bucks for seconds of a show was worth it.

“It’s not such a big deal though,” you added, smelling your hair suspiciously. It stank of vodka even though you were pretty sure, from all the things you’ve done the night before, splitting drinks on your hair wasn’t on the list. “It’s just a dick, I mean, I could have sucked a cucumber it would be pretty much the same.”

“I didn’t know you were that low, that’s… That’s disgusting,” you laughed at his acting of a shiver, knowing the comparison would have that sort of effect on him and hoping it would undo the disfavour knots on his eyebrows.

“I don’t know why you are so mad about this, you couldn’t even stay up for 5 seconds without leaning on things.”

“I wasn’t that drunk!”

“Baek,” you started off patiently, hand on his shoulder and looking straight into his eyes and you bloody loved the way he started giggling, even before you attached any information to his name. “You were telling everyone your name is Bernard.”

“I told you before, haven’t I? Byun Bernard Baekhyun, that’s me,” he said, his eyes disappearing as you laughed together. Why was he like that?

“Fuck you!” you yelled, the laugh making the entire right side of your head hurt. Who the fuck allowed you to drink so much? You were going to have nightmares with Sehun’s party for the whole month and yet you were sure you would attend the next one. “And let’s order some food with the bet money, I’m starving.”

The truest form to treat oneself. Everyone knows the best way of spending some unexpected income is to waste it on food. You were still deciding on what to eat but you were sure you were getting yourselves some dessert. You deserved something so sweet your head would hurt from all the sugar instead.

“Let’s say,” you hummed at him, encouraging the next phrase even though you had a twisted feeling about how he started that. Something in the playful intonation got you damn sure Baekhyun had a smirk on, yet you didn’t look up from your food app. Hazelnut and chocolate or almond and caramel for cake? “I dared you to suck my dick right now, would you?”

“Oh,” you couldn’t say you didn’t saw that coming, but still, you stared at him just to check his facial expression. So the whole overreaction was about that. He looked funny, one half expectation and the other half desperation. “Hm, so you were mad at me for sucking a dick that isn’t yours…”

“It’s just a harmless question, okay?”

There wasn’t much to consider there, but you enjoyed seeing him stiff on the edge of the couch, fidgeting his rings and pretending he wasn’t worried about crossing lines. Baekhyun could have played the defensive position for the rest of his life after that, pretending he was just joking. But you knew he meant it, you both did.

“Okay,” you agreed, tired of scrolling through choices, picking your meals and desserts. You offered him your phone and looked at him, a daring look he took sober. A deal being made with simple gestures, sparkles in his eyes and a different kind of hunger in yours. “but the food is on you then.”

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Hey ! Can u do 43 with baekhyun??

“YOU DID WHAT?” you were pretty sure that was the loudest phrase you ever heard from Baekhyun, you both still being hangover having something to do with it. His scream was followed by a flying pillow he threw in your direction and a look of full disapproval on his face.

His hair was a mess and you still had waterproof mascara under your eyes; that's usually how this kind of story starts.

“He fucking dared me!” that seemed like a good reason to do anything in the night before but at that moment, spread over Baekhyun's couch, watching the ceiling as if it could move around any minute: you were beginning to question your life choices.

“Yeah, he said I bet you won't suck my dick and you just went down on him as if your life depended on it!”

“I did right?” you chuckled, sounding quite proud of your last night achievement, which didn't bring any joy to enraged Baekhyun by your side. Your life didn't depend on it, but getting fifty bucks for seconds of a show was worth it.

“It's not such a big deal though,” you added, smelling your hair suspiciously. It stank of vodka even though you were pretty sure, from all the things you've done the night before, splitting drinks on your hair wasn't on the list. “It's just a dick, I mean, I could have sucked a cucumber it would be pretty much the same.”

“I didn't know you were that low, that's... That's disgusting,” you laughed at his acting of a shiver, knowing the comparison would have that sort of effect on him and hoping it would undo the disfavour knots on his eyebrows.

“I don't know why you are so mad about this, you couldn't even stay up for 5 seconds without leaning on things.”

“I wasn't that drunk!”

“Baek,” you started off patiently, hand on his shoulder and looking straight into his eyes and you bloody loved the way he started giggling, even before you attached any information to his name. “You were telling everyone your name is Bernard.”

“I told you before, haven't I? Byun Bernard Baekhyun, that's me,” he said, his eyes disappearing as you laughed together. Why was he like that?

“Fuck you!” you yelled, the laugh making the entire right side of your head hurt. Who the fuck allowed you to drink so much? You were going to have nightmares with Sehun's party for the whole month and yet you were sure you would attend the next one. “And let's order some food with the bet money, I'm starving.”

The truest form to treat oneself. Everyone knows the best way of spending some unexpected income is to waste it on food. You were still deciding on what to eat but you were sure you were getting yourselves some dessert. You deserved something so sweet your head would hurt from all the sugar instead.

“Let's say,” you hummed at him, encouraging the next phrase even though you had a twisted feeling about how he started that. Something in the playful intonation got you damn sure Baekhyun had a smirk on, yet you didn't look up from your food app. Hazelnut and chocolate or almond and caramel for cake? “I dared you to suck my dick right now, would you?”

“Oh,” you couldn't say you didn't saw that coming, but still, you stared at him just to check his facial expression. So the whole overreaction was about that. He looked funny, one half expectation and the other half desperation. “Hm, so you were mad at me for sucking a dick that isn't yours…”

“It's just a harmless question, okay?”

There wasn't much to consider there, but you enjoyed seeing him stiff on the edge of the couch, fidgeting his rings and pretending he wasn't worried about crossing lines. Baekhyun could have played the defensive position for the rest of his life after that, pretending he was just joking. But you knew he meant it, you both did.

“Okay,” you agreed, tired of scrolling through choices, picking your meals and desserts. You offered him your phone and looked at him, a daring look he took sober. A deal being made with simple gestures, sparkles in his eyes and a different kind of hunger in yours. “but the food is on you then.”

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Hello :) can I request 45 and 23 for Kyungsoo. Also can te setting be the reader and soo sitting on a field of flowers. Thank you :)))))

“Tell me a secret.”

Spring wasn’t your favourite season.

There was pollen everywhere and you were always afraid bees would get stuck in your hair. Days got hotter and hotter as the season went by and chilling days were memories from a different lifetime. Even the songs were colourful and pretty girls wore the cutest clothes, but all spring ever meant was a disaster. Until you met him.

Kyungsoo moved in during the flowery season.

He brought with him a lovely black dog and his secret recipe of peanut butter cookies, which invaded your room every now and then -mostly during Sunday afternoons. Capturing signs of him was surprisingly easy though.

Kyungsoo always had a book on his hands. The covers seemed to change ever so often, another colourful trait of the season. His favourite spot seemed to be the backyard, flowers blowing different essences and close to the kitchen. He was quiet and his bedroom window was across yours. From there you could barely see things, but whenever your eyes met you would shy out a smile and he would do the same, fixing his glasses on his nose without a need.

It all started when you woke up in the middle of the night, hearing your parents fight. They weren’t being specifically loud, but for such quiet neighbours, even the slightest raise of voice sounded like a thunderstorm. You turned your bedside light on and waited for them to stop so you could cry on your own. It was just another night in your least favourite season.

The next day someone was waiting for you at the door.

“Hi, I’m your neighbour Kyungsoo,” he introduced himself and wait for you to do the same. It was the first time you’ve ever seen him so close and it was hard to avoid looking at the birthmarks on his lips. “I just baked some cookies and thought you might enjoy them.”

When you got closer to accept his heartwarming gift, you noticed the air surrounding him smelled as sweet as the cookies themselves. He shied away, a bit awkward, a bit adorable, just as you tasted his baked rays of sunflowers.

“Wait,” you said, even though your mouth was still full. If happiness could have a taste, it would have chosen Kyungsoo’s flower-shaped cookies. “This is delicious!”

To make up to him, you tried baking cinnamon rolls on the next weekend, because somehow cinnamon seemed fitting to his voice, his smile and his skin. You put a lot of effort into doing so but couldn’t help thinking love-baking was the uttermost lie. None of your good thoughts and genuine feelings made into it, the dough didn’t bake evenly and you ended up with a mutation kind of patisserie.

“You baked them yourself?” no, you didn’t. Your failed attempt brought you to the nearest bakery and you prayed their cinnamon rolls wouldn’t taste too professional. You had placed them on the delicate porcelain Kyungsoo offered you his cookies on and when he sneaked a piece out, you could see by the shimmering light on his eyes that cooking was something he could take a surprise exam about without any worries. “I could smell the cinnamon.”

You didn’t mean to lie, but you couldn’t say no. Kyungsoo seemed impressed but that wasn’t what your omission was about. You wanted to show him gratitude, for a kind and silent gesture, that meant way more than just an after-midnight snack.

“I couldn’t bring myself to deny it,“ you finally admitted, playing with a tiny flower to avoid looking at him. The whole tell me a secret thing smelled like a sweet trap from the very beginning, just like his background garden in bloom.

“That’s no secret,” he said, pretending he didn’t catch your hidden meanings. “It’s been months since I learned for a fact you can’t even boil an egg.” you laughed, even though you pretended to be offended. And the silence fell like nighttime again, bugs beating their wings near the flame of yellow lights.

“Soo, it’s your turn,” and though he seemed uninterested, you knew he was paying attention, silent and mindful as always. “I wish you would tell me something, at least just once,” you added in a quiet murmur, for the door to your heart has always been opened and yet you haven’t seen much of his. You wish he would let you in, even if step by step, into his world. For you trusted Kyungsoo with yours from day one and reiterated your decision the day he lent you his shoulders to cry on.

Laid down on the grass of his backyard, colourful flowers painted dull by night still hovering over you. You almost wished you haven’t said a thing, you haven’t fallen in his trap. Grown to be your best friend, it meant Kyungsoo already knew most to all your secrets and yet there were so much left in between the lines.

It took him a couple of minutes, as if gathering courage, lean body sliding in your direction, grass being crunched under his right shoulder just so he could look at you from above. You could see, by the way his eyes hide underneath his eyelashes, he was still a bit hesitant, full lips half opened in the shape of a heart.

“I know you don’t like spring, but I’ve always thought you are just like a flower,” he confessed, so close to your heart, you could barely see your reflection in his glasses. “Delicate and determined to grow. Beautiful like a sunflower.”

You could taste how cinnamon did fit him, born out of a sweet essence and handmade for warmth, all the shades of yellow in the colour charts. You felt in your pounding heart that even though seasons have been switching for longer than a year, your emotions radiated: unchanged and pure.

Such a springy feeling to have. And Kyungsoo was right, you didn’t like spring.

But from that moment on, from the moment he kissed you, spring became your favourite season.

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Hi just saw the requests are open and I would like to requests a mafia au with baekhyun, like the reader getting in danger because of him, aangst please.

One look in the mirror had you wishing you could say you didn’t sign up for that.

Naivete, however, never suited you. After all, what kind of person drives around a different Italian car each day of the week and have dinner at fancy restaurants with no need for a reservation? You knew exactly what you got yourself into from the moment you met him. 

Everything about Baekhyun yelled something was off. Yet, it wasn’t about it.

It wasn’t about your friend’s midnight secretive call for favour and, most importantly, discretion. It wasn’t about a complete stranger showing up at your doorstep with a bleeding lower lip and a deep opened wound on his shoulder. It was about Baekhyun’s damn hair which looked as if it could always use some cut and his charming fingers that were insistently touching his mouth whenever you put your eyes on him.

The night you met, no questions were asked and you sutured his wounds with your lips sealed, only opening them wide when he fucked you.

His mysterious night visits were frequent at first, but you loved how they slowly shifted into him coming around without a reason. You loved the edge he hauled you to whenever he dropped by, how he smelled like excitement and blew you wild with a never-ending lust. You were lurking on the frenzy, ambushed by the hunger being on the verge evoked on the two of you.

So maybe that was why you weren’t scared when you were dragged to an alley, hands immobilised and mouth acquiring an iron taste. You still weren’t scared now, treating your wounds with the same delicacy you always treated his, feeling in your guts what he feels and understanding why he whines so damn much. In pain, yes. Yet, not scared of the things you were put through because of him.

When Baekhyun got home, the door shut with his loud and violent urge to see you. He rushed towards the white lights of the bathroom, heart on his hands and desperation to be seen.

“It’s just a bit of blood, Baek,” you lied, even though everything hurt on the inside of your mouth. He wasn’t supposed to arrive while you were still putting yourself together, but you knew that sort of information spread out like wildfire and its flames burned down his voice when he said;

“It was a warning,” you could feel his teeth crunching from afar without even looking. A warning, a painful one. They made sure you were a threatening-enough message to be delivered to Mr Byun, wrists aching and matching bruises. A part of you was surprised it took them so long to give him a lesson; since Baekhyun ensured to brag about you at any chance throughout playing around the enemy’s garden.

He stood there, framed by the opened door waiting for you to act. Your bodies were mirroring each other and the glance you avoided, seemed loaded with heavy guilt. For that brief moment, everlasting in your couple of breaths, you wished you could escape just so you wouldn’t have to face him, to reappear only when there were no traces of hurt left, with wrongs long gone as if they’ve never existed.

“Look at me, just look at me,” that started as authoritarian and ended up in a plea, a sore voice that could shatter like skin under the sun. There was something in his words and the way they died on his throat, the way he begged like a gentleman who knows exactly what lies ahead, that made you gave in.

You withdrew the curtain of hair covering your face up with hesitation and raised your sight to his cautioned eyes. It seemed to happen in slow motion, the way fear conquered his expression, a tint of darkness in his brown eyes. You would have expected anything from him, but that uneasy feeling which could never belong in his demeanour. It was so misplaced and nothing like the Baekhyun you were used to - lively in his forbidding dares and fearless attitudes. 

With his silence, you could even hear a beat being skipped and watching his lips grow pale was more ruthless than the cold blood treatment you were given. 

Your faces were close but Baekhyun saw past you, not focusing on anything but the bruise on your jaw, growing an infuriated and frustrated heat on him, in unbalanced emotions that blasted his senses. For the first time since you two met, he seemed not to know what to do, what to say or how to react. He disarmed you with his sadness, broke your heart like no other lover and made you scared for the first time that night. It was like realising, in a sudden hit, how ephemeral life can be and that life without each other wouldn’t have the same meaning.

“Babe, I’m sorry…” it seemed as if you were being punished again, just by being the source of his anguish. His looks were of an innocent child, dying to make up to you and you were thrilled by the sincerity dripping on his eyelids.

“Don’t be,” you said, feeling apologetic yourself. His trembling hands reached for you and he touched your face reluctantly, as if he couldn’t believe you weren’t scattering in pieces, couldn’t believe you were still there for him. Your eyebrows flinched when he put too much pressure into the cut, not really used to be in the caregiver side, and you kept your eyes shut, feeling the tears spreading and having no strength to fight them back. You didn’t want Baekhyun to see you cry. Not for hurt or even pride, but because shedding tears meant there was something to be sorry for.

You felt in his embrace, by the way he quivered his blame out, he fought the tears just like you. That made you realise how much he cared and that recognition got you sure you could never die in the hands of the enemy if it meant that look would be on his face again. His safe arms convinced you Baekhyun meant all the midnight promises he made under the covers and that the tenderness in his voice was genuine whenever he called your name. They assured he loved you in the hardest way, with his uncut hair and his charming fingers on his mouth.

And you fucking signed up for all of that.

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Baekhyun fluffy prompt of reader and him resting and enjoying eachothers company being clingy and suggestive(?) on their day off

Maybe, years from now, he will still remember this day.

Baekhyun took a look at yourselves: a confused mix of legs on top of each other, wearing similar indoor clothes and too comfortable to beat the hunger. Damn, days like that could last forever or that was how he wouldn’t mind all his days to be.

He enjoyed getting lost in silly games and taking casual naps while the sun is still up. He believed there was something special about napping together in the afternoon and you would claim he was just too lazy for his own good. He adored your voice growing quieter bathed in nighttime and it took him an abnormal effort to do the same with his, just because he knew you loved it when he whispered.

Or maybe he wouldn’t remember that specific night. Would that even be possible? It was like many others you had and he was in hope of many others to come…

“What are you thinking about?” you asked, waking him up from the wondering lands of future. Baekhyun looked at you as if something was right and you felt lucky by having him unconsciously caressing your knee. That moment, he found you magnificent, captured under cyan highlights from the television yet looking at him as if he was the greatest luxury you could ever afford.

“I was wondering when you will give me back this sweater,” and that made you both laugh until you mumbled on his lips now was the perfect time to get it back.

He took it off despite thinking the sweater looked better on you than it could ever look on him, your skin a flame begging to be nourished. You smelled a bit like him, yet, undeniably like yourself and he couldn’t help but thinking that suited you as well, just like you suited him.

And maybe, that was everything Baekhyun ever needed to remember.

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For days, Sehun tried his best to avoid the truth.

He started by skipping all the songs on his playlist because somehow they were all about you. He tried shuffle multiple times and wasn’t surprised to see you in the one about taking shoes off in a van or the one on dancing like a robot (god, you are such a stiff dancer), although the one about wicked having no rest outsold his abilities on correlation. So he saw himself forced into morning jogging to classical music and could only hope Bach wouldn’t trick him back to you.

He gave you constant shitty excuses for not hanging out and pretended he forgot the times he swore he would show up. Only that petty performances of his seemed repaid with instant karma, for you were everywhere, even in places you weren’t supposed to be. What the hell were you doing at the gym? Your membership tuition was the easiest money that place ever made. And whenever Sehun intentionally failed on you, whenever he chose to pretend indifference or backfired when meeting your figure. Every single time he stepped aside, the truth got shoved back into his pretty face.

Yet avoiding the memories of you was way harder than physically escaping your presence. His mind took his personal laws of avoidance as a challenge to bring you up in every single opportunity it had. And that was how he became one of the wicked. 

The amount of useless information he held on you was admirable: how you liked your coffee, how many alarms you set off before stepping out of bed, the name of your favourite cruelty-free nail polish. It all made him wonder where that knowledge went when he promised to be authentic on birthday gifts last year, when he could have bought you a french press or (the terribly-named) “totally drift” polish or, his personal favourite, a running alarm you have to chase around to be turned off.

The thing was: Sehun found it harder and harder to paint himself as the blind man, he was way too smart for that and it was so tiresome dodging the thought of you; especially when it kept growing on his mind, his heart and his pants. He ran miles away from you and still, it was you who he ran to in the finish line. He told himself he missed listening to his favourite songs and not having to hold back his thoughts, but what he meant, hidden in the words of that stupid game was how he missed the smell of your nail polish in his room on Sunday afternoons and your company in all the errands he dragged you to.

Damn you, he had to face the truth.

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191005 ✧ kai backstage at superm showcase 

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hello angels, i've just posted for the first time in months and i don't know who will read this but i felt like leaving it here:

i know i don't owe anyone here explanations and that i'm not obligated to deliver requests, but i feel like i do owe you all an apology. i was surprised by the amount of prompts i got and i ended up feeling overwhelmed and as if i jumped the gun with my writing skills. as much as i want to kindly offer you all the content you deserve, i realised i was putting too much pressure into something i do for mere hobby and my feelings got harder and harder to put out.

i've said it several times now but writing isn't my main source of expression and english is not even my first language. i'm a uni student and there are a lot of things that completely swallow my time. writing is something i do when i'm in a certain state of mind and words don't come easily to me as much as i wish they did.

words hold so much meaning and i'm so passionate about every single one of them. that's one of the reasons writing takes me so long and delivering anything less than a well thought and heartfelt selection of words didn't feel right.

i'll probably still take ages to post something new -though i have over thirty drafts i casually feed and some chaptered stories i hold dear- but i guarantee i will post when things feel to be in the right place and i'm convinced i did the best i could for all of us to enjoy. you will yet read a lot from me, so thank you for being patient and treating me kindly ♡ 

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Hello :) can I request 45 and 23 for Kyungsoo. Also can te setting be the reader and soo sitting on a field of flowers. Thank you :)))))

“Tell me a secret.”

Well.

Spring wasn’t your favourite season.

There was pollen everywhere and you were always afraid bees would get stuck in your hair. Days got hotter and hotter as the season went by and chilling days were memories from a different lifetime. Even the songs were colourful and pretty girls wore the cutest clothes, but all spring ever meant was a disaster. Until you met him.

Kyungsoo moved in during the flowery season.

He brought with him a lovely black dog and his secret recipe of peanut butter cookies, which invaded your room every now and then -mostly during Sunday afternoons. Capturing signs of him was surprisingly easy though.

Kyungsoo always had a book on his hands. The covers seemed to change ever so often, another colourful trait of the season. His favourite spot seemed to be the backyard, flowers blowing different essences and close to the kitchen. He was quiet and his bedroom window was across yours. From there you could barely see things, but whenever your eyes met you would shy out a smile and he would do the same, fixing his glasses on his nose without a need.

It all started when you woke up in the middle of the night, hearing your parents fight. They weren’t being specifically loud, but for such quiet neighbours, even the slightest raise of voice sounded like a thunderstorm. You turned your bedside light on and waited for them to stop so you could cry on your own. It was just another night in your least favourite season.

The next day someone was waiting for you at the door.

“Hi, I’m your neighbour Kyungsoo,” he introduced himself and wait for you to do the same. It was the first time you’ve ever seen him so close and it was hard to avoid looking at the birthmarks on his lips. “I just baked some cookies and thought you might enjoy them.”

When you got closer to accept his heartwarming gift, you noticed the air surrounding him smelled as sweet as the cookies themselves. He shied away, a bit awkward, a bit adorable, just as you tasted his baked rays of sunflowers.

“Wait,” you said, even though your mouth was still full. If happiness could have a taste, it would have chosen Kyungsoo’s flower-shaped cookies. “This is delicious!”

To make up to him, you tried baking cinnamon rolls on the next weekend, because somehow cinnamon seemed fitting to his voice, his smile and his skin. You put a lot of effort into doing so but couldn’t help thinking love-baking was the uttermost lie. None of your good thoughts and genuine feelings made into it, the dough didn’t bake evenly and you ended up with a mutation kind of patisserie.

“You baked them yourself?” no, you didn’t. Your failed attempt brought you to the nearest bakery and you prayed their cinnamon rolls wouldn’t taste too professional. You had placed them on the delicate porcelain Kyungsoo offered you his cookies on and when he sneaked a piece out, you could see by the shimmering light on his eyes that cooking was something he could take a surprise exam about without any worries. “I could smell the cinnamon.”

You didn’t mean to lie, but you couldn’t say no. Kyungsoo seemed impressed but that wasn’t what your omission was about. You wanted to show him gratitude, for a kind and silent gesture, that meant way more than just an after-midnight snack.

“I couldn’t bring myself to deny it,“ you finally admitted, playing with a tiny flower to avoid looking at him. The whole tell me a secret thing smelled like a sweet trap from the very beginning, just like his background garden in bloom.

"That’s no secret,” he said, pretending he didn’t catch your hidden meanings. “It’s been months since I learned for a fact you can’t even boil an egg.” you laughed, even though you pretended to be offended. And the silence fell like nighttime again, bugs beating their wings near the flame of yellow lights.

“Soo, it’s your turn,” and though he seemed uninterested, you knew he was paying attention, silent and mindful as always. “I wish you would tell me something, at least just once,” you added in a quiet murmur, for the door to your heart has always been opened and yet you haven’t seen much of his. You wish he would let you in, even if step by step, into his world. For you trusted Kyungsoo with yours from day one and reiterated your decision the day he lent you his shoulders to cry on.

Laid down on the grass of his backyard, colourful flowers painted dull by night still hovering over you. You almost wished you haven’t said a thing, you haven’t fallen in his trap. Grown to be your best friend, it meant Kyungsoo already knew most to all your secrets and yet there were so much left in between the lines.

It took him a couple of minutes, as if gathering courage, lean body sliding in your direction, grass being crunched under his right shoulder just so he could look at you from above. You could see, by the way his eyes hide underneath his eyelashes, he was still a bit hesitant, full lips half opened in the shape of a heart.

“I know you don’t like spring, but I’ve always thought you are just like a flower,” he confessed, so close to your heart, you could barely see your reflection in his glasses. “Delicate and determined to grow. Beautiful like a sunflower.”

You could taste how cinnamon did fit him, born out of a sweet essence and handmade for warmth, all the shades of yellow in the colour charts. You felt in your pounding heart that even though seasons have been switching for longer than a year, your emotions radiated: unchanged and pure.

Such a springy feeling to have. And Kyungsoo was right, you didn’t like spring.

But from that moment on, from the moment he kissed you, spring became your favourite season.

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thank you so much for featuring me!! 💕 i’ll keep giving my best from now on too~

hello 😊 Could you recommend some of your favorite exo writers? Thanks and have a good da💕

Hello ! it’s a long list, I hope you’ll take the time to take a look 😄 I waited so much for this moment

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Thank you for asking 😊 Have a good day/night !

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edit :::: 24/04

guys i got FOURTEEN requests which is INSANE for a beginner like me hwjwhwjej thank you for your interest in my writing ♡

the requests are still open, but keep in mind that it’s going to take me a while to finish all of them, i am a slow writer just starting to share my casual works here, so please be patient with me!

also, consider turning your notifications on for this blog so you can follow up as i post your requests!

thank you so much again ♡

_______________________  requests open!!

hello angels, i finished the previous requests and my last request post has been swallowed so:

feel free to drop some ideas on my inbox ♡

also since i have just a couple of followers to simply reblog the original post, i’m adding this list so you can

send me a number + member

“Come over here and make me.”

“Have you lost your damn mind!?”

“Please, don’t leave.”

“Do you…well…I mean…I could give you a massage?”

“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

“Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”

“I almost lost you.”

“Wanna bet?”

“Don’t you ever do that again!”

“Teach me how to play?”

“Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!”

“I think we need to talk.”

“Kiss me.”

“Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always.”

“So, I found this waterfall…”

“It could be worse.”

“Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…”

“This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in.”

“The paint’s supposed to go where?”

“You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”

“We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?”

“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”

“Just once.”

“You’re the only one I trust to do this.”

“I can’t believe you talked me into this.”

“I got you a present.”

“I’m pregnant.”

“Marry me?”

“I thought you were dead.”

“It’s not what it looks like…”

“You lied to me.”

“I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

“Please don’t do this.”

“If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.”

“You heard me. Take. It. Off.”

“I wish I could hate you.”

“Wanna dance?”

“You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

“Hey! I was gonna eat that!”

“Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?”

“You did all of this for me?”

“I swear it was an accident.”

“YOU DID WHAT?!”

“If you die, I’m gonna kill you.”

“Tell me a secret.”

“Hey, have you seen the..? Oh.”

“No one needs to know.”

“Boo.”

“Well this is awkward…”

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Prince Baekhyun, ruler of the sun