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bangtanbetchfics · 4 years ago

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friction | knj (m)

genre: office au, romance, smut rating: explicit // 18+ pairing: kim namjoon x reader word count: 7.0k suggested listening: 1 billion views - exo-sc | creme brulee - gfriend | underwater - baekhyun | playlist warnings: m/f, m/m, explicit language, explicit/casual sex, masturbation, enemies to lovers, light bondage, light dom/sub, sex toys summary: your pesky and overworked assistants meddle in your relationship with your sexy rival -- kim namjoon -- and find themselves caught in the crosshairs of love and all-out war. notes: enjoy enjoy enjoy! a true labor of love. navigation: ch. i | ch. ii | ch. iii | masterlist | ao3

FRIC·TION | conflict or animosity caused by a clash of wills, temperaments, or opinions.

Taehyung yawns, interlacing his fingers and pulling his arms above his head in a stretch. He moves his neck side-to-side until he hears a satisfying crack, indicating the adequate stretch of the muscle. He waits for his computer to finish powering down before clicking the lamp on his desk off.

Taehyung’s hand reaches for his coat, but he hesitates as he looks over at your office.

The blue glare seems to amplify your stressed expression and the mildly dark crescents under your eyes.

“Ma’am?”

Taehyung quietly raps at the glass door to your office and it startles you from your concentration.

“Hmm...yes, Tae?”

You respond, mildly annoyed, as you pull a neon post-it note from its pad to stick to the desk.

Taehyung looks at you, his eyes forming wide circles as if he's ready to convince you of something. You can immediately sense his question before you exhale through your nose.

“It’s just that it’s getting late and I-” Taehyung starts, wrapping a hand around the glass doorframe.

You shake yourself out of your funk and look at him fondly, your brows coming together in compassion.

Before your mouth can form a response, the phone at Taehyung’s desk rings.

He gives you a small bow to pardon him before he jogs to his desk to pick up the phone.

“Yes, Sir. Yes, yes. Yes, yes, yes. Of course, Mr. Min,” Taehyung looks at you a few times, pointing at the phone. “I’ll send her right up.”

Taehyung's eyes widen at you before hanging up the phone.

You come to the threshold of your office, leaning your head on the frame.

“Was it Min?” You ask, and Taehyung nods in response.

“He wants to see you immediately. Didn’t specify what it was for.”

You chew at your lip and then dig in your pocket, tossing him your corporate card.

“I’m so sorry, Tae. Do you mind staying until I come back? There’s just a lot going on this week with the product launch, and I’m sure he’ll add more to my plate,” Taehyung puts his hand up and shakes it.

“Of course. Anything you need.” He responds, slipping the plastic card in his pocket.

“Thank you.” You whisper, your hands in a prayer. He bows as his eyes watch you walk off.

Taehyung rolls his chair up to his desk, and he hits a few digits on the dialpad.

“Gonna be another long one,” Taehyung sighs out into the receiver.

“Same here Tete,” The singsong voice responds, equally as disappointed.

“I should have your cock in my mouth right now, but I’m here ordering takeout for the third time this week,” The voice whines.

“Jimin!” Taehyung growls into the phone, but the sound quickly dissolves into a laugh.

“What’s so funny? It’s not good for my figure,” Taehyung can tell there’s a pout in Jimin’s voice.

“Especially my ass.” Jimin continues, the pout growing deeper.

“I love your ass. Shutup.” Taehyung chuckles. “You said you’re stuck here late too?”

“Yeah. I know the product launch is coming, but Joon never stops working.” Jimin whines. “He got called upstairs by Min a few seconds ago.” Taehyung gasps and sits up in his chair, rolling it closer to his desk.

“Hmm…” Taehyung hums. He places his elbows on the surface, using his free hand to ruffle his silver locks.

“What? You sound interested.” Jimin inquires, and Taehyung drums the desk with his fingers.

“My boss did too.”

✹✹✹

Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Tick, tock.

The slow ticking of the clock snips through your veins. You press the nail of your index finger into the flesh of your thumb, creating a small crescent-shaped indent in your skin.

You feel your heart picking up pace in your chest; steady thumps beating at your ribcage. You turn your hand around to stare at the indentation on your skin, waiting for it to vanish. It does, slowly.

You look at your boss through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows of his office, his mouth busy moving in response to someone on the other end of the phone’s receiver. His hair is a textured bowl of platinum blonde, and his long, bony fingers move through a mass of papers on his desk.

You’re unsure of why you’ve been summoned; Yoongi never summoned anyone to his office unless it was serious. Being two days out from a product launch with you at the marketing helm...well, that was never a good sign.

After a moment, heavy, confident footsteps echo through the hall.

You see a man -- all legs in his dark, smartly tailored pants -- and he immediately diverts attention from your buzzing thoughts. His aura fills the entire space, and you sit up straight in your chair.

The man’s long wool trench coat brushes at his ankles, the black fabric stiff at the tips of his shoulders. He shrugs the coat off and carefully folds it in half, placing it on the chair behind him.

He suddenly feels your eyes on him from across the room, and his sharp gaze snaps over to meet yours. His eyes crinkle at the edges, and he extends his hand across the coffee table between the two of you.

“Kim Namjoon. I’m guessing you don’t know why you’re here either?” His voice comes out in a dark, velvety tone, catching you off guard. Your eyes can't help but fix on his as you shake his hand.

“Not a clue,” You respond coolly, and the dimples in his cheeks make themselves known.

You clear your throat as his eyes hang onto yours in return, and you feel your lips subtly part. Snapping yourself from his aura, you quickly release his hand and look around the room to find something else to concentrate on.

“Guess we’ll find out...” Namjoon shrugs, sliding back in his seat. You offer him a nod in response, nervously swallowing the exchange down your throat.

You then cross your legs, pretending to be busy on your phone.

After processing the interaction, Namjoon licks the inside of his cheek -- his head hanging down in a mild defeat for a second. He reaches into his pocket to pull out a tattered copy of The Art of Loving.

As he reads, your eyes peel from your phone and notice the way his turtleneck hugs his form, the dark fabric dipping in at the valley between his firm chest. A few lavender-tinted hairs slide from Namjoon’s slicked back style into his dark brown eyes, and his smokey gaze suddenly rises up to meet yours.

Fuck. He’s caught you.

Your eyes widen in a few seconds of brief panic and dart back down to your phone. You move your thumb around through the pages of apps; it’s all you can manage so suddenly.

Namjoon smiles to himself as he looks back down, quietly dipping a finger to his tongue to stick to a page of his book.

Before he’s able to turn the page, Yoongi pops his head from the office.

“You ready?” Yoongi asks, turning his head in your direction.

You nod and watch Yoongi shuffle back to his desk.

You inhale and smooth your skirt as you stand, noticing Namjoon’s eyes following your fingers as they glide over the red fabric adorning your curves. He calmly looks back down and blushes as you catch him; his Adam’s apple bobbing nervously as he pretends to continue on with his book.

“Wish me luck,” You notice the way his gaze lit something sexual afire in you, but you couldn’t pay any attention to that right now. “Nice meeting you.”

Namjoon looks up at you again, his fingers tense on the pages of the book.

“Likewise.” Namjoon’s smouldering eyes are fixed on you as he responds, and his gaze continues to follow you into Yoongi’s office.

You reach a chair across from Yoongi’s desk, sneaking a glance at Namjoon one last time over your shoulder.

Namjoon exhales the tension from his body as he watches you take a seat.

✹✹✹

You sit in the chair across from Yoongi’s desk, admiring the glittering cityscape behind him.

“I love being in here. It’s so refreshing.” You sigh, your eyes floating back to Yoongi.

“Yeah, kid? Well, it could be yours soon,” He chuckles. “I’m actually sick of looking at it. I’m ready to move onto my next venture.” Yoongi says this as if he’s in his forties, but he’s the youngest CEO in the vicinity. It's indicated by a giant, framed magazine cover of himself on a wall in his office: Top 30 Under 30 in Technology.

“C-Come again?” You murmur as you’re taken by surprise, and you sit up in your seat.

“You heard me. I want either you -- the CMO -- or Kim, the CTO running things," Yoongi says, standing up. He calls you over with his finger, motioning for you to sit in his chair. "Either of you are my best shot.”

You plop down in the cushy leather fabric, and your eyes meet Namjoon’s again. You purse your lips together and swirl the chair around to face the cityscape.

“How’s that feel?” Yoongi asks as he adjusts his cream turtleneck.

“Damn good.” You growl, your nails digging into the armrests.

“Well, there’s no reward without risk,” He says, and you raise your head in interest.

“Try me, Min.” You demand as you cross your legs, leaning back in the chair.

“I want you to launch the product in my place at TechX this week.” He mentions casually, and you shriek in response as you shoot up from your seat.

“You can’t be serious, Min!” You throw your hands on your hips. “Isn’t that in two days? In Vegas? And like, the largest product launch ever for this company? ” You inquire, looking over at Yoongi.

“See! You understand the gravity of this launch. And yeah, and I haven’t even finished the keynote yet,” Yoongi cackles, slapping his thigh. “Partner with Kim on the presentation. It’s in front of twenty-thousand too, so make it good.” He sits down, racking away at the keys on his laptop.

“You and Kim are both equally matched in terms of qualifications, so whoever can secure the biggest investors to ensure the longevity of the company will get a leg up in interviewing for the position.” Yoongi continues nonchalantly.

“Got it?” He taps one last key, stopping only to look up at you.

“Yes, Sir.” You nod, feeling a tightness creep into your chest.

✹✹✹

“Jimin, can you book my accommodations, please?”

Jimin hands Namjoon a bag of takeout before he rolls his chair up to his desk.

“Vegas, leaving tomorrow. Business class. King bed. That hotel that’s hosting the conference. You know the deal.” He rattles out, taking the bag of food.

“Of course, Sir.” Jimin nods, watching Namjoon walk into his office.

Jimin navigates through a few windows on his screen before settling on a corporate travel portal. He’s able to book the flight without a problem, but the hotel is where he’s running into issues. He quickly dials up Taehyung, waiting for the other side of the call to pick up.

“Are you seeing the same thing?” Jimin asks, and Taehyung clicks his tongue.

“No rooms, right-” Jimin starts. “Just one left…” Taehyung cuts in to finish his sentence.

“But shit, there’s your boss and my boss.” Jimin twirls his finger around the coiled cord, pondering what to do next.

Jimin hears a eureka snap on the other end of the line.

“Crazy ass idea here, Jiminie,” Taehyung chuckles.

"What is it Taehyungie?" Jimin purrs out, the curiosity rising in his voice at the end of the question.

“What if...they just stayed in the same room together? There’s only one King room available, and it’s the last room in the hotel. They’re both so...particular.” Taehyung continues, pressing his mouth into the receiver to keep his voice low.

Jimin throws his head back so far in laughter that his chair tips over. Taehyung hears a crash on the other end of the line, and hears shuffling noises as Jimin gets back up.

“Fell off your chair again?”

“Y-Yeah. God you're a genius! An evil one,” Jimin gathers his breaths.

“I mean...she’s fucking hot. And she’s single as fuck because she’s holed up here every night.” Taehyung whispers into the receiver, making sure to glance over to check that you’re immersed in work.

“And Joon’s smoking hot, too. He’d melt her icy panties right off,” Jimin clicks his tongue before he slaps his desk.

“Dammit, we’re doing it. Think about it. Off work by five? What a world.” Jimin chirps, clicking away at his screen. “To add an extra layer of fun, I’m checking the romance option.”

“Jimin! Jimin. They’re gonna kill each other.” Taehyung giggles, gasping to catch his breath.

“Either they share a room and let romance bloom, or its whack-a-roach at the Motel 6.” Jimin’s tone is confident, but it makes Taehyung erupt into another fit of laughter.

“What? What’s the worst that could happen?” Jimin commands a response, but Taehyung continues to laugh.

“Mmm...we lose our fucking jobs?” Taehyung responds darkly.

The two pause for a second, but continue laughing into their phones.

✹✹✹

“What’re the topline details for the trip, Tae?” You ask, sliding on your sunglasses and pulling a handle up on your hardside luggage.

“Your flight...as you know is in three hours, and your car’s outside right now.” Taehyung walks up to you, handing you an iPad with a copy of your itinerary. “You’ll be staying at the Palazzo where the conference is held, and check-in should be getting started as soon as you arrive.”

“Mwah. You’re the fucking best,” You chef’s kiss your fingers. “This is exactly why I hired you.”

You pull your luggage behind you, but Taehyung puts his hand up.

“Try not to get too excited. Please note that the room I was able to secure for you was the last room at the hotel two days before a conference of this size,” Taehyung says, pulling his hands behind his back.

“Okay...your point being?” You ask, pulling your sunglasses down to look into Taehyung’s eyes.

“Uhm, so, how do I put this?” Taehyung asks himself rhetorically, drawing his foot across the floor nervously.

“Tae...” You growl, your gaze slowly turning into a glare.

“Erm, you’ll have to share the room,” He starts.

“With Kim Namjoon.” He winces as he gets the words out.

Your mouth drops open in shock, and your iPad crashes to the floor.

✹✹✹

You peruse through a luxurious spread of food in the airport lounge: crabsticks with melted butter drizzling from them, exotic finger sandwiches, spreads and dips and the like. You grab tongs, dropping a few items onto a small plate. You quickly look through the drinks on display and decide on sparkling water.

Suddenly, you spot Namjoon arriving in the lounge and you quickly tuck the bottle of sparkling water into your armpit. You grab your plates, quickly followed by your luggage and make a mad dash for a secluded cubby in the back area.

You quickly throw on your headphones and prop up your iPad as you swipe through a few documents.

Just as you stuff a crabstick in your mouth, you feel a tap on your shoulder. You look at the fingers, then up the veined arm wrapped with white cotton fabric, and you see Namjoon.

He licks his lips, letting out a shy chuckle just before he speaks.

“Did you really just try to avoid me?”

“Mm-maybh, ‘nd wh-r about it?” You blink at him, your words unintelligible as you slowly chew a mouthful of seafood. You furrow your brows, slightly irked by Namjoon seeing you in this state.

“I’m sure those two jokesters told you,” He continues, and you shrug as you delicately bite a small cucumber and cream cheese sandwich. “That you’ll be my roommate for the next two days.”

“I didn’t hear it, and I won’t acknowledge it,” You retort, dropping the last bite of the sandwich in your mouth. “I’m going to find another room if it’s the last thing I do.” You dust crumbs from your hands but stop as Namjoon lets out another light chuckle.

“There aren’t anymore in the whole of Vegas. I checked myself. The only other hotel left in town is the Trump Tower,” He crosses his arms and then shakes his head. “And no one wants to be caught dead there.”

“Fuck!” You can’t help but scream out, and a few people turn to look in your direction. You bury your head in your hands, and comb your hands through your hair in frustration.

Namjoon taps your shoulder again and you look up.

“Finger sandwich?” He asks, licking a finger as you glare up at him.

✹✹✹

A flight attendant walks by the two of you to do a visual safety check, and you’re in the middle seat -- Namjoon in the aisle.

“Champagne? Champagne? Water?” Another attendant walks by with a tray full of alcoholic beverages. You spot her, reaching over Namjoon to grab a drink off the tray. She lets out a gasp, shock entangling her features.

The beverage quickly makes its way down your throat, and you slam the plastic cup back on the tray.

“Sorry. She’s not having the best of days,” Namjoon whispers to her and finishes his off as well, handing it to the attendant. She scoffs, continuing on down the aisle.

You shuffle your hand in your bag to locate your iPad, slipping it from its sleeve. As you look at the screen you sigh, your eyes roving over the deep cracks.

“Please turn all devices to airplane mode as we prepare for departure…”

The plane starts to rattle over the tarmac, turning to face a new direction every so often.

“What the heck happened to that thing?” Namjoon asks, leaning over to look at the fractured device.

“Don’t wanna talk about it,” You respond without looking at him. You swipe through a screen of apps before clicking into Keynote. “I scanned through the presentation, and Yoongi was nowhere near done. We’ll need to wrap up by tomorrow evening.”

“We’ll also need to submit some requests to the photographer and Design team so that the remaining graphics and specs will be ready by the time we land in six hours…”

Namjoon nods, watching as you swipe through the slides, breezing through improvements for each. Your words seem to fade out, and he finds himself enamored by your gung-ho nature as he watches you speak.

“Got it?” You ask and notice Namjoon is silent, causing you to turn your head in his direction.

You search his eyes for a response, noticing his pupils are blown as he looks at you. He covers his throat so as to not give away the unexpected heat rising up his skin.

“Sure thing. I’ll have the Product team get right on all of that,” Namjoon responds before he looks down to type an email into his phone.

You look back down at your iPad, nibbling at the inside of your lip as you tuck your hair behind your ear.

You take a second to press your head back to the seat as the plane takes off.

Namjoon reaches below the seat in front of him and pulls out his iPad to begin typing information into the slides. He glances over at you furiously typing and swiping before you grimace.

“Ow, fff-” You growl, looking at your index finger.

Blood starts to pool in a small cut, and Namjoon takes notice. You look over at him and watch him reach into his bag to pull out a travel-sized first aid kit. He takes out a small alcohol wipe and grabs your finger, pinching the towelette to it. You wince, sucking air in through your teeth.

“You should really get that fixed.” He says as he takes a small bandaid and covers the cut.

“Uhm, I will. Thank you.” You say quietly as you search his eyes, and then tuck your hair behind your ear again.

You break eye contact with him as your heart starts to patter in your chest...and fuck. You know you're in trouble from here on out.

Namjoon chuckles to himself through his nose as he takes a world newspaper from an attendant.

The newspaper covers his face and you sneak to observe your finger -- trying to not let a smile curl up on the edges of your lips.

✹✹✹

“Checking in?”

A woman asks you in a singsong voice and you nod, motioning for Namjoon to give you his identification card.

You're tired, hungry and irritable from the flight and certainly not willing to engage with this ultra-chipper woman right now.

“Ugh, beautiful! How long have you two been together?” She asks, smiling as she looks at the two of you.

“We’re not a couple and we’ve only just met, why do you ask?” You inquire, swiping through a few things on a digital screen anchored to the desk in front of you.

“Oh...you’re not?” You stop what you’re doing and look up at her. “No. We’re here for the TechX conference.”

The woman releases a nervous breath from her throat and readjusts her blouse.

“Well...oh my, the room I have booked for the two of you is one of our most romantic rooms.” She giggles out nervously, not sure what to do as she hands you a sleeve of keycards.

“I’m gonna fucking kill Taehyung when I get back,” You grumble, taking your credit card and the sleeve before you march off toward the elevator.

The elevator lobby is packed, and both you and Namjoon slip into a crowded elevator.

You find yourself suddenly sandwiched between the back of a woman and the front of Namjoon, and you tighten your muscles so you don’t make bodily contact with either of them.

The elevator jerks as it reaches the floor before yours, and Namjoon collapses over you. He looks down at you as his hands land to press on the wall on either side of your head as he holds himself up.

“God, sorry,” He groans as he waits for other people to exit before he can steadily stand on his own two feet. Your eyes grow wide as you look up at him, a prickly heat creeping up your throat. His face is so close to yours from the fall that you can feel his breaths on your skin.

“Are you okay?” He asks, looking over at you as he’s able to stand up straight.

Namjoon thinks nothing of the brief moment, but you gulp and give him a silent nod.

“This is us.” He says before he clears the way, watching you walk out in front of him.

✹✹✹

As you enter the room, you hear smooth jazz floating from a digital radio.

You drop to your knees: you see rose petals on the bed, a bucket with ice and champagne, a towel swan and a bouquet of additional roses wrapped with packages of chocolate. You drop your head into your hands and laugh out loud, and Namjoon looks down at you. His eyes quickly scan the room and he lets out a screech before he covers his stomach to laugh.

“I-I s-swear we were set up,” You gasp for air through your laughs. “God.”

“The wall between the shower and our room is frosted. Frosted!” Namjoon yells as he waves his hand through it to show you as you approach.

You both can’t help but giggle.

“God. I haven’t laughed that hard in so long,” You mention, swiping a tear hanging on at the edge of your eye. Namjoon smiles, his dimples lighting up his face.

There’s a sudden silence as your eyes meet, and you try to find something to busy yourself with -- deciding on unraveling the towel swan.

“Anyway, I’m gonna shower. We can just relax for now as we wait for everything to come in.” You quickly open your luggage and pull out a swimsuit and a cover up before heading into the bathroom.

“And oh. Please be an adult...no peeking?” You raise your brows as you pop your head from the bathroom.

Namjoon nods in agreement, beginning to unpack his luggage. He grabs his clothes nonchalantly to head to a nearby drawer, but he unintentionally catches your silhouette in the shower.

Namjoon gulps as he feels a tightness growing in his jeans. He clears his throat, continuing on with placing his clothes into the drawer.

✹✹✹

“Okay, okay, yes. I’m so sorry. It was the best we could do under the circumstances, and yes-” Taehyung nods his head as Jimin takes another bite of a sushi roll.

“Oof, was that her?” Jimin asks, swiping his mouth with a napkin.

“God, yeah. She’s pissed. And she yelled. She never yells at me, Jiminie.” Taehyung pouts.

Jimin laughs as he throws his head back, rubbing Taehyung’s back.

“Don’t worry Taehyungie,” He giggles. “I’m sure they’ll thank us soon enough.”

Taheyung smiles at him and opens his mouth to receive one of the rolls on his tongue.

The two giggle as they look at each other, mouths full.

✹✹✹

You swim in the Olympic-sized pool at the hotel before you pop up from underneath.

A hand runs through your hair to smooth it on your head before you start to float on your back. The intense rays of the sun start to heat up your skin, but you nearly moan at how good it feels.

Namjoon settles down in a lounge chair before he sees you with your eyes closed on the water.

You only have on a swimsuit, but in a man’s mind it was the near-equivalent of seeing you in your underwear.

Namjoon attempts to sneak away before you can spot him, but your eyes open just as he does.

“Hey! Kim Namjoon! Is that you?” You shout, paddling up to the edge of the pool. He grimaces and meets you at the edge, looking down at you.

“Did you really just try to avoid me?” You throw his question from earlier back at him, smirking.

“What? No.” Namjoon scoffs and clenches his jaw -- a bit delighted, a bit turned on.

You tilt your head and raise your eyebrows, still awaiting a real answer. His thoughts are still racing for a clever response and you can tell he’s caught off-guard.

You emerge from the water, toweling your hair and body. His eyes widen as he tries to keep them focused on your face, and you smirk at him again.

"Cat got your tongue?" You tease, wringing out your hair.

The devilish look in your eyes shoots straight to his water trunks and he presses his legs together. He quickly wraps the towel in his hand around his waist to cover himself before you detect anything, and your eyes follow his movements.

“Uhm, you know what...I don’t feel too well,” His voice trembles. “I’m gonna go back to the room.”

Namjoon takes off in a hurry, and you scoff as your brows come together in confusion.

✹✹✹

Namjoon lets out a few strained moans as he tugs at cock -- now rock hard and bulging with thick veins. His eyes squeeze shut as you come into memory, and he attempts to regulate his arousal through deep, frantic exhales.

The way the sun was kissing your body, the movement of the water as it drizzled down into the valley between your breasts, the smirk and banter that lit his desire alight. He gasps as he strokes his cock faster, his grip growing firmer by the second. He feels his balls tighten, his cock growing stiffer with lust.

He growls as he nears cumming, taking a moment to spit on in his hand and spread it generously over his shaft. He jerks his cock as fast as he can, his wrist snapping in different directions to switch up the sensation of his movements. He bucks into his hand at the last few moments, wondering what it’d be like to have you atop his cock instead.

Namjoon cries out before his cock hardens, his thick load pulsing in random patterns across his chest.

"Fuck," He suddenly hears footsteps floating down the hall and he swiftly pulls his trunks up.

He grabs a few tissues from the night table to quickly wipe himself off.

“Namjoon? I’m back,” You announce as you open the door. “The pool’s great, you can’t miss it.”

You enter and he tosses the tissues to the ground.

You observe that Namjoon’s form is rigid and that he’s sitting up on the bed as he scrolls through his phone. Something’s weird and quiet about the energy in the room, but you just shrug it off.

“Hey.” His tone is stoic, but you can sense his voice is caught in his throat before he clears it.

“Should we close out the final pieces of the presentation tonight?” Namjoon continues, his eyes now following you as you walk around the room.

“Sure thing, eight sound good?” You ask, smiling in his direction.

All he can do is look at you with his eyes wide and nod.

✹✹✹

“How’d you find this place?” You ask, picking up one of the books stacked on the table for display.

The rest of the bar is almost like a library -- straight from Beauty and the Beast. You look up and around as bookshelves from every angle are filled with books.

"Your drinks." A waiter arrives, carefully placing each drink on the table.

"I like to wander and I stumbled upon it. I frequent here when I come to Vegas," Namjoon smiles at you, satisfied with himself. "It's a nice place to unwind and get work done outside of the hotel." You nod, impressed with his response.

"I love all of the giant KAWS figurines here, too," You mention, and he turns his head to look at you. "The valuation on those in a few years is gonna be insane."

"Oh, you like art, too?" He tries to hide the gush in his voice, but you chuckle to yourself.

"Sure do." You reply, taking a few small sips from your cup as you look at him.

As Namjoon sips at his Jameson whiskey on the rocks, you can't help but absorb his carefully slicked back hair and the leather jacket on his frame.

Namjoon notices from his peripheral and bites his lip as subtly as he can, drawing his iPad from his briefcase.

After a few minutes, he looks up from what he's typing to see you've already downed half of your drink. You drop the cup from your lips and your eyes grow wide with embarrassment.

"God, sorry, please don't judge me," You chuckle as you peel the drink from your mouth and lick your lips. "They only have good French Martinis in two places in the world. Vegas, and Europe."

Namjoon chuckles back at you, and you notice his eyes float down to your lips.

Your breath quickens for a second, but he breaks eye contact by looking down. He purses his lips and his dimples pop out before he looks at you through his lashes.

"You've got a little something..." He motions at the foam on your upper lip, and you attempt to swipe it with your tongue. He shakes his head a few times as you continue licking your lips to no avail.

"May I?" He asks warmly. With a nod from you, he takes a miniature napkin to wipe your top lip. He's so close that you can smell the spice of his cologne, and you look into his eyes.

A slight panic forms in his gaze before he pulls back.

“There.” He says without looking at you, placing the napkin on the table.

Both of you shake the interaction off, and you reach into your bag to pull out your iPad.

"I had Taehyung drop in the graphics. All we have to do is finish up the text," You say as you start to type, and Namjoon brings his focus back to his slides.

"Got it. I had Jimin drop in the brief outline he retrieved from the Product Lead, so we can just work from that as we go along." Namjoon chimes in, and you nod.

"I'll activate the full social strategy and content team back at the office," You continue as you type. "I'll let them know that we're almost locked so they can get ready to fire up the site and social promotions."

Namjoon smiles to himself again, absorbing the incredible synergy between the two of you. It only pushes him harder...and makes him harder. He clenches his jaw as he feels the sensation filling his lower half, but he shakes his leg to stay focused.

"Is there something wrong?" You ask, looking down at his leg.

"Hmm?" He asks, not even noticing his leg still moving.

"Oh!" He says looking down and stretching his foot out, but it bumps yours instead.

"Fuck. Sorry!" He yelps. You chortle, continuing on with writing.

You look at him for a bit through your peripheral, admiring his absolute focus on the task at hand. He picks up a pen to draw it around his plump lips, and you can't help but feel a twinge between your thighs. You inhale and let out a breath to take your focus off the sensation.

Just as you do, a crackle of thunder rips through the air and a few customers gasp and break into a din.

You and Namjoon look at each other, and a few flashes of lightning light up each of your features in the dim bar.

"We should get going before it rains," Namjoon says as he starts to pack his bag. "We can finish this up at the hotel."

You follow suit.

✹✹✹

As the two of you walk outside, the rain begins to trickle. Despite the warm Vegas air from earlier, the temperature significantly dropped in the evening and it made you shiver.

Namjoon notices, and despite him being cold -- he drops his coat on your shoulders.

"Oh. Please don't do that on my behalf." You say as you look up at him, but he keeps walking.

You couldn't worry long, noticing as raindrops begin to soak Namjoon's white tee.

"Just up here," He looks down at you and points at the hotel, but it suddenly starts to pour. He grabs your hand to quickly pull you across the street before the light changes, and you pull his jacket over your head.

Namjoon doesn't stop running until the two of you land in an empty elevator. He sighs, slicking his wet hair back with a hand. You notice that his shirt is soaked, seeping into the grooves of his firm chest and abdomen.

You arrive at the door to your room, nervously shuffling in your bag for your keycard. You can feel Namjoon's warm breath at the back of your neck, and you feel goosebumps form on your skin.

"Here." He says, reaching around you to insert his key. You feel as his body heat radiates around you as you walk through the door.

As you enter the room you shiver at the blast of air conditioning -- pulling Namjoon's coat further over your shoulders.

Namjoon returns from the bathroom with a towel, and removes his jacket from your frame.

“Sorry, it’s totally my fault for suggesting a place so far away,” He wraps the warm fluffy towel over your shoulders, and you close your eyes in comfort.

"No, it was really fun," You open your eyes after a few seconds, shaking your head as you look up at him.

Namjoon almost looks away as you open your eyes, but his gaze fixates on yours -- causing you to lose the breath in your throat as you quickly look down.

"Thank you." Your voice only manages to come out in a whisper. You somehow get the courage to let your eyes scan his body, and then look back up to meet him still looking down at you.

Namjoon’s chest lightly rises and falls as neither of you break eye contact -- his eyes floating to your lips. He tucks your hair behind your ear, and your breath catches in your throat. His thumb moves to trace over your jawline and your bottom lip as he moves in to hover his lips over yours.

The air buzzes with a sparkling heat as your lips brush together -- neither of you wanting to be the first to make a move.

“We shouldn’t do this, right?” He whispers, the tip of his nose grazing over yours.

"No..." You whisper back, a bated desire in your voice.

“Can I tell you a secret?” You give him a slow nod, drawing your bottom lip in-between your teeth.

You lick your lips and he tilts your head to the side, his own lips inside the shell of your ear before he speaks.

“That red dress...from yesterday? It was all I could think about for the rest of the night.” The deep vibrations from his voice causes you to let out a satisfied moan as you tilt your head back.

“Does that turn you on?” He asks, his hands sliding down your body to grip your hips.

A heated lust overcomes you, and you let your lips feverishly embrace his. Your hands roam up his wet body and land over his shoulders before you pull him closer to you by the back of his neck. The momentum dizzies you both and your back slams into the wall.

His hands move to your waist as he covers you, pulling you flush against his hard, wet body. It causes your lips to part, and he slips his searing tongue into your mouth. You easily lose the upper hand as he grips your ass, causing you to let out a whine into his mouth. His plush lips kiss at your neck, and you run your hands through his damp hair as his kisses reach your collarbones.

Namjoon moves to wipe all of the items off a cabinet near you, and the chocolate and roses crash to the floor. He throws you on top of the surface, his lips eagerly gliding over yours.

Namjoon's hands roam up your dress and on the outside of your thighs as his fingers tuck under the top of the fabric of your underwear. He tugs at the fabric as if he's going to remove it, but he jerks it up hard instead -- soothing the growing ache between your thighs. He twists the fabric in a bunch so he can keep pulling at it in intervals to soothe your clit.

Your head falls back in desperation and he takes the opportunity to suck a hickey into the exposed skin. He nibbles at the skin harder and you gasp, gripping the back of his mullet.

Namjoon growls into your ear as you pull his hair, and yanks your underwear down each of your thighs.

Just as he does, he feels his wrist buzz. He pulls from your lips to look at his watch.

[Assistant: Park Jimin.]

Namjoon lets out a long exhale through his nose. He rests his forehead on yours, both of your lips still swollen and vibrating from the session.

"I have to take this," He lets out in a deep exhale before touching a green icon on his watch to receive the call.

"Are you alright, Sir?" Jimin asks, hearing Namjoon’s intense breaths cooling on his end.

"Just came from the gym, don't worry about me. What’s on fire?" He breathes out, and the edges of your lips curl upward at the lie.

"Nothing at all, Sir. I've just called to give your daily rundown as requested." Namjoon sighs, forgetting it’s something he did in fact ask for.

“Can I call you back in five?” Namjoon asks, and you shake your head.

After Jimin hangs up, Namjoon immediately dives back into your lips. You savor it for a few seconds, but you tease him a few times as you pull away.

"I think we should finish up in the morning and get to bed," You whisper, your hand floating down his cheek. "Long day tomorrow." You bite your lip as you look into his eyes.

Namjoon lightly growls in disappointment as he pulls you down from the top of the cabinet.

You lift your hair up into a ponytail, and you turn around and look over your shoulder.

“Mind helping me with the zip?” You ask, and you feel the heat from his breath at the back of your neck drawing goosebumps from your skin. His breaths shallow out with every inch of the zip, and he lets out a light groan as it ends at the curve of your back -- just before your ass.

“Thanks.” You whisper as you head toward the bathroom, looking over your shoulder once more with a grin before you disappear around the corner.

Namjoon waits to make sure you’re gone before he screams into his fist out of frustration.

✹✹✹

“Seeya, I’m gonna head over to the conference hall to start getting prepped,” Namjoon mentions, stuffing a croissant in his mouth as he picks up his briefcase. “You said you’ll be a few minutes behind me, right?” He asks, using his free hand to push his glasses up his nose.

“Uhm, sure! Yes! Yesyesyesyes. Have a nice day!” You nod eagerly, your eyes wide as you watch him head toward the door. He furrows his brows, finding you a bit too enthusiastic.

As the door shuts, you hear his footfalls disappear down the hall and you toss your robe to the ground.

You take in a deep inhale. You knew you needed to be focused for this presentation, and you definitely couldn't have what happened last night top of mind.

Where to start? Him eyeing you in the office? The wet t-shirt? Oh, yes. There.

You sink down in the bed and slowly spread your legs, your fingers gliding over your already wet lips. You gasp in pleasure as you recall his plump lips dragging on your neck -- his teeth embedded in the sensitive flesh. It’s enough for you to dip a finger inside of yourself -- make it two -- before you let out a moan.

The thing that really made you wet, though, was his mind. The fucking book bar? Kudos. His knowledge of the product? Points. A tattered copy of a book about love? You were practically dripping down your thighs at the thought. Those nerdy glasses he wore before he left this morning? Fuck me.

It’s all enough to make you cum until-

Bzz. Beep.

You quickly draw the covers up on your frame and you can feel your cheeks burning as Namjoon enters the room.

“I...left my coffee...” He says cautiously, seeing your robe on the floor before his eyes meet yours. “Uhm, sorry?” His voice comes out in a high, questioning pitch -- and he grabs his coffee before he hurries himself out the door.

As the door shuts, you kick your feet around in the bed and then slap your forehead.

Fuck. He caught you.

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kpop---scenarios · 4 years ago

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Affair To Remember (1)

Pairing: Jackson Wang x Reader / Byun Baekhyun x Reader

Genre: Idol! AU

Warning: Just Smut (for now)

Word Count: 2k

"...You may now kiss the bride." The priest smiles. Jackson pulls you into him before dipping you slightly to plant a kiss on your tender, plump lips. A blush spreads across your cheeks as the guests cheer for your love.

A love you wish you truly had. Not a love that was forced for the cameras.

You and Jackson had initially begun dating for the buzz, so you could get people to talk about you and him, to make sure they were talking about your newest upcoming TV series and his music, and the group he was in, expanding both of your fan bases if you will.

And that's exactly what it did, but it also went further than that. People fell in love with your love. The way Jackson looked at you was what women and girls yearned for, the way he treated you in public was what they gossiped to their friends about. The way he protected you, always watching to make sure you were safe had all the girls falling all over him, fantasizing about him.

While you didn't need to do much, you had a solid male fan base but since being with Jackson your female base increased quite a bit, which is what you needed. You needed to be a role model, a positive woman that young girls could look up too. At least that's what your manager and publicist wanted, but not you. You wanted real love.

You wanted to live your life your way, being happy but then another part of you gets a twisted pleasure from pleasing other people, making everyone around you happy even if you're not. Which is why you sat in the kitchen of your shared home with Jackson, drinking your fifth glass of wine.

Quite often you avoided going to bed with Jackson. Mainly you just felt overly guilty for staying with him because you weren't in this relationship completely, so you stayed up, avoiding the guilt while you laid beside him, but also, you preferred going to bed in slience, where he enjoyed talking and cuddling, especially after sex, whenever he was in the mood.

It had now been two years of this marriage and you had hoped by now you would be madly in love with him, regretting ever thinking this wouldn't work. But you sat there knowing this would be the greatest regret of your life and you couldn't do anything about it. You couldn't leave him, you'd end up being the most hated woman, the woman who destroyed the perfect marriage, with the perfect man.

At least from what they saw he was perfect, from what you saw he was far from it. He often took his frustrations out on you, yelling at you until the veins in his neck popped out, and his face became red, pieces of spit flying from his mouth while you sat there with your head down wondering why you put up with this. He never put his hands on you, just yelled, not that it made it much better. You knew he was stressed out, but that's no excuse.

And then you get that woman, the one who approaches you while you're walking down the street and she tells you how inspirational your relationship is and how she can't wait to find a man just like that. A love just like yours. And you remember, you give hope to these women that a relationship like that is possible but at what cost? You're lying to her, not fully but enough. You're lying to everyone. Marriage, It's not perfect but really what marriage is?

You were confused. Should you continue to live unhappily for the happiness of thousands, or make thousands sad for your own happiness. There's no way you can win.

“Are you coming to bed?” Jackon asks, peeking around the corner into the kitchen,

“Yeah” You smile, finishing the rest of your wine before leaving your glass empty on the table, following Jackson to the bedroom.

“You're so distant lately.” He yawns, crawling into bed with you before pulling you close.

"A lot on my mind." You whisper, snuggling into him. You cared for Jackson, you did but you didn't love him like you were supposed too and you couldn't force that. However, when it came time to fuck, you were always ready for that, hoping this time would be better than the last, craving that good orgasm. You found Jackson extremely attractive, his face, and his body. He was exactly your type for a fuck buddy, so thats what you referred to him as, in your own mind of course. There was only one problem with the sex you had with Jackson.

He was selfish.

"I can help with that." He groans, tilting your head up towards his, leaning down to press his lips to yours.

Jackson is quick, usually not wanting to waste time. He continues to deepen the kiss, pulling your body on top of his. He tugs at the bottom of your shirt, telling you to take it off. You break the kiss, sitting up on top of him to tug off your shirt. Your breasts perk up as the cold air hits them, hardening your nipples. Jackson cups your breast leaning forward to bring it to his mouth, wrapping it around your nipple, sucking hard. You throw your head back, grinding yourself on his hardening cock.

“Please” you cry, rubbing your pussy over him.

Jackson sits up, turning you over so he's now hovering over you. He hooks his fingers unto your panties, dragging them down your legs, tossing them somewhere in your shared bedroom before taking off his own boxers.

He maintains eye contact as he lines himself up with your wet, throbbing pussy, sliding his cock inside, stretching you out. He picks up his pace awfully quickly, thrusting in and out of you, needing to find his own release, not worrying about yours.

You place your fingers between your legs, rubbing your clit, desperately seeking your own high before him but that's never the case.

"It's a quick one." He grunts, pulling himself out of you, pumping his cock until he cums all over your stomach, sighing in relief while you lay there disappointed, again while he grabs his cum towel to clean you off.

Jackson gives you a small peck, and a half smile before he rolls over, satisfied enough to go to bed while you lay there still horny.

Over the next few weeks Jackson's schedule became increasingly more busy, having more things packed into his day now that a comeback was around the corner, which left you at home, alone far too often.

The production for your newest show had been put on hold due to your costar becoming sick with something that was putting him out of work for longer than a month, leaving you projectless and acting like a bored housewife.

Sure, you had friends but most of them were already busy living their own happy lives, either working or being actually happy in their marriages. You haven't told anyone your thoughts before because no one would understand. Everyone would judge you but until they lived in your shoes, they had no idea what it was like to live your life.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Jackson asks one of the rare nights that he was actually home. "You seem upset." He says.

You were honestly surprised he even noticed.

"I guess I'm just bored." You say, shrugging your shoulders. "With 'Affair To Remember' on hold, I don't have anything to do." You sigh.

"Well this might put you in a happy mood." Jackson smiles, sliding two tickets across the table.

"Whats this?" you ask, picking it up..

"The annual kpop party." Jackson laughs. Last year you had been unable to go and now you finally had time. "Would you be my date?" He asks.

"Of course!" You smile, getting up to give him a big hug.

You couldn't wait.

This party was the party of the year. All the major kpop groups went and mingled, drank and just all around had an amazing time. Now you finally got to go.

It was 7pm, the night of the party and you were finishing up a few last minute touches to your look before you and Jackson left. You put on your earring and your necklace before checking yourself out in the mirror.

You looked amazing. You had on a tight, form fitting black dress with a long slit up your thigh, paired with a bright pair of red pumps, with a smokey eye and red lips.

You slowly and gracefully made your way down the stairs, being greeted by Jackson who had a large smile on his face.

"You look beautiful." He smiles, holding out an arm for you.

You take it, heading out the front door where paparazzi and your car are waiting for you.

Arriving at the party, Jackson abandons you almost immediately after arriving, telling you he had to go say hello to a few people. You managed to find the bar, ordering yourself a wine, filled to the top while you scanned the room. Most of the attendees you only knew of, there were a few you were friends with.

Your eyes happened to land on one man in particular. Byun Baekhyun. The man you'd let do anything to you if you could. The man you dream about when Jackson fucks you. You just know he would fuck you right.

The rest of Got7 came to you to keep you company for a bit, Bambam hyping you up as usual.

An hour later, Jinyoung scanned the room only to look at you with a sad face, mouthing an apology. You look over to where he was and you see Jackson with his hand around a girl's waist, leaning in close to her. You acted like it fazed you a bit; but it really didn't. You knew je loved you too much to actually do anything. You continued staring, looking hurt until Jackson noticed you and then it was time for a bit of a show.

You wipe away a pretend tear, keeping up appearances of a hurt wife, you storm up the stairs, running towards the bathrooms while Jackson chases you, grabbing onto your wrist.

"We were talking." He growls into your ear.

"Looked like more than that." You snap, yanking your wrist away.

"Ayn! Don't make a scene." He snaps.

"Too late." You cry, running away from him. You were a great actress. Even Jackson believed you were mad. But in reality, you were playing a part.

"Quite the show." You hear from behind you as you leave the bathroom.

"Ah yes, well you know. Marriage." You say, turning around to see Byun Baekhyun of EXO.

"You mean a fake marriage?" He asks.

"What?" You ask, shocked. No one had ever figured it out before.

"The way you were eyeing me up earlier. You looked like you wanted to jump me right there. I can't imagine a real happy marriage would be like that." He says.

"You saw that?" You ask, horrified.

Baekhyun walks closer to you.

"I did. And I liked it." He whispered into your ear, pressing his body against your before walking away.

Your stomach dropped as your panties soaked, the image of Baekhyun saying that to you running through your head.

With a smile you walk back downstairs, an apologetic Jackson waiting for you. He asks you to dance, pulling you in closely. You should be into it, you should close your eyes at the feeling of his embrace but instead your eyes are locked with Baekhyun's who bites his lip before looking down. Your eyes follow, stopping at the bulge in his pants as he looks at you again, winking. You should stay away from him, you knew that but suddenly a spark was put back in your life and it wasn't from your husband.

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neonlights92 · 5 years ago

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CHANGE: Chapter VI

When the feud between EXO and Bangtan escalates beyond control Bangtan’s leader Kim Taehyung sees only one solution: a marriage of convenience between a member of Bangtan and a member of EXO. Park Jimin was not born into Bangtan but has slowly become an intrinsic part of Taehyung’s trusted inner circle.

And that is how Jimin finds himself married to you; EXO leader Xiumin’s little sister. You’re not like any other woman he’s ever met before; fierce, angry and talented with a switchblade. When you first meet Jimin you’re left angry and disappointed.

Except slowly, things change. And despite yourself, you find your heart warming to the idea of falling in love.

A/N: This is the final chapter of Change! There’s going to be an epilogue - that will also introduce Jungkook’s storyline WOOO - and then that’s it. Hope you enjoyed the ride, and that you’re looking forward to Jungkook’s story next!!

WARNINGS: Language and themes of violence and death

Your heart felt like it was going to fall out of your throat. Jimin’s body crumpled over, and you raced to the ground, pulling him into your arms.

“Jimin,” You felt tears rushing to your eyes, “Jimin talk to me.” His head lolled to the side as sweat began to pour down his forehead. You could hear chaos around you but all you could focus on was the man in your arms.

“Shit, Jimin.” Your eyes moved to his stomach, and you noticed the blood seeping through his shirt, “Help me, someone please.” There were tears racing down your cheeks as you pushed his shirt up, wincing in horror at the mangled state of the bullet wound. You needed to stop the bleeding. You needed to get the bullet out. You needed to think.

You ripped the bottom of your own shirt and moved to make a tourniquet, wrapping it around Jimin’s waist as quickly as you could. You needed to get him to a hospital before it was too late.

Somebody crouched down beside you and you turned to meet gazes with Jungkook, who’s brow was drawn together in a fierce scowl. He assessed Jimin quickly, eyes raking over his friend’s figure.

“He’s losing a lot of blood,” Jungkook’s voice was like stone, “We need to get him to the doctor.”

“No. He needs a hospital.” Your throat was raw from tears.

“They’ll ask questions-”

“I don’t fucking care,” You growled, “Pull whatever strings you have to. He needs the hospital.”

Jungkook’s eyes were dark, but he nodded, once, tightly. You moved away as Jungkook bent down to scoop Jimin up into his arms, rushing towards the front door of the warehouse and stepping out into the cool, crisp air.

“Yoongi bring the van around.” Jungkook’s voice crackled into the earpiece nestled around his head, “Jimin’s been shot.”

For a moment, everything faded, as you realised what this meant. Stepping into a van with Jimin and Jungkook and Yoongi. It meant you were truly leaving your life as Y/N from EXO behind. This was it.

You turned slowly, to take in the very last moment of your time with EXO, and your heart curled at the sight before you. Sehun and Bakehyun had been forced to their knees, along with a number of other members of EXO. You watched as Taehyung snarled, his jaw as hard as flint.

Before you could see anymore, you heard the sound of wheels screeching, and turned to see a black van pull up. The back door opened, and Namjoon and Jin held the portal open, allowing Jungkook to rest Jimin’s body on the floor of the van. As Jungkook moved to the front with Yoongi, you crawled into the back, arms coming to cradle your husband’s head. His eyes fluttered.

“Jimin, Jimin can you hear me?” Your voice was shaking as you felt the van jump to life, “Please, please baby. Please just answer me.”

He moaned something, and you used the sleeve of your shirt to pat away the sweat on his forehead.

“I can’t lose you,” You whimpered, resting your forehead against his, “Please Jimin. I can’t.”

You could hear others discussing which hospital to take him to - could hear the panic in their voices as they decided what to do next, but you tried to focus all of your attention on your husband.

His skin was so pale it was almost translucent, and he groaned in pain again.

“I’m so sorry Jimin. I’m so sorry.” You were crying now, but you didn’t care. The old you - the person who was colder than ice, who held everyone at a distance - she was gone now. You were a different person.

The man in your arms had changed you. If he died, your heart would shrivel up and die along with him. How could you live without Jimin?

You felt your chest tighten, “We’re going to get you help, okay? Please just hold on baby. Just a little while longer.”

The car careened to a stop, and you felt everything joly. Jimin groaned once more.

“It’s okay baby. It’s okay.”

“We’re here,” This came from Yoongi as the back door swung open, and Jungkook moved to carry your husband once more.

You followed them outside, hands shaking as your eyes stayed trained to Jimin. He shifted in Jungkook’s arms, clearly in agony, and your heart wrenched.

You’d seen this so many times - the fever, the sweats, the pain. This was how infection started. This was how death happened.

No. No. Not your husband. Not your Jimin.

He had to pull through.

You raced into the hospital as Namjoon called the attention of the nurses at the front desk.

“Please! Someone come help us, our friend’s been shot.”

And then suddenly, everything felt like it was moving in slow motion. Like you had been removed from the scenario, and you were just a visitor, watching from the outside.

You watched as a nurse raced to Jungkook, checking on Jimin’s vitals.

You watched as two more nurses rushed Jimin onto a gurney, ripping open his t-shirt, and assessing his wound.

You watched as Jimin tossed and turned, his eyes glazed over when they finally opened and connected with your own.

You watched as a doctor hurried towards you, telling you in rushed tones that your husband needed surgery.

You watched as they wheeled Jimin towards the surgery room, your feet following their movements as you gripped your husband’s limp hand.

You watched as the nurse told you you’d have to wait outside, that you would be the first one to be told of Jimin’s progress.

You watched as the hospital doors swung shut, and you were left alone, scared and vulnerable.

And then, finally, you were no longer just watching, you were there and everything came into startling clarity, as you fell to your knees and began to weep.

You sat staring at the stark white hospital wall.

The styrofoam cup of coffee in your hands had long since gone cold.

It had been almost seven hours of waiting.

Nobody had spoken a word to you.

You’d heard them talking to one another in low, dull voices. Jin had disappeared after the third hour, no doubt to clean up any messes this visit to the hospital would cause. He’d given you a sympathetic look upon his departure, and even a half-hearted smile.

Your face was like a mask.

Seven hours. Nobody had come to tell you about Jimin.

Was that good news? You weren’t sure.

“Y/N.”

You looked up at the sound of your name, watching as Jungkook took a seat beside you.

His hair was messed up- you’d seen him tug his hands through it a ridiculous amount of times - and his eyes were dark with worry.

“Yes?” You croaked, voice lost in your tiredness.

“The guys and I we just… We want to say thank you.” He told you, sincerely, “Thank you for what you did for Jimin. If it wasn’t for you, he might not have made it.”

You didn’t tell him that he still might not. That just because he was in surgery didn’t mean he was going to make it.

No. You couldn’t think like that.

Instead you nodded, sharply, “I did it because I love him.” The words fell out of you without hesitation.

“I know,” He answered, “And if it’s any consolation… You’re one of us now. Truly. You’re as much a part of Bangtan as any one of us. You saved our brother. We can never thank you enough.”

Your eyes welled up with tears.

You’d never had a family. Not even with Xiumin. You’d always been a strategy for him - right down to his very last breath. But now… Things were different.

“Thank you,” You whispered, as a tear fell down your cheek.

You didn’t move to wipe it away. Your sadness was no longer a weakness.

Suddenly, the door in front of you swung open, and a young nurse appeared.

You shot up, heart pounding.

“Mrs Park? Y/N?”

“Yes. That’s me,” You replied immediately, “I’m Jimin’s wife. Is he okay?” You tried to read her expression. Was she about to tell you that the love of your life had died?

She smiled, softly, “He’s stable.”

Your breath rushed out of you at her words. You felt as if your chest was caving in from relief.

“He’s sleeping right now, from the anaesthetics, but we can take you to his room if you’d like.”

You nodded furiously and turned to Jungkook, whose face was lit up by a genuine smile.

“I’ll tell the others. Go be with your husband.”

“Thank you, Jungkook. For everything.”

His smile widened, and you swivelled back around, nodding at the nurse who led you through the double doors and down the winding hallway. She didn’t say a word; and neither did you.

You were too afraid to speak. Too afraid that anything you said might come out mangled and scared.

You’d almost lost Jimin. Your Jimin.

But he was safe. He was safe. You kept repeating these words to yourself, like a mantra.

He was safe.

She stopped in front of one of the doors and gestured inside, “This is it.”

You took a deep, calming breath, and watched as the nurse opened the portal, almost as if in slow motion. The first thing you noticed was the smell.

It was sterile; like manufactured lemons, and it almost burned your nostrils.

The next thing you noticed was the beeping.

Beep...Beep… Beep. You recognised that sound.

A heart monitor.

Finally your eyes moved to connect with the lithe body lying down on the hospital bed. Your Jimin.

The nurse smiled as you stepped past her, trying not to shake as you made your way over to Jimin, heart thumping in your chest so wildly, you thought it might jump out. He was lying there, stock still, his eyes fluttered closed. His skin was so pale, so soft, and all you wanted to do was reach out and touch him.

“He won’t be awake for a few more hours, probably. But you’re welcome to wait.” You turned to give the nurse a smile and a nod.

“Thank you.” You told her, tears welling up behind your eyes. It didn’t matter whether she’d been there during Jimin’s surgery or not. All that mattered was that they’d saved him.

She nodded, and then clicked the door shut, allowing you your privacy. You ran a hand along the length of Jimin’s nose, watching as his skin dipped under the pressure of your fingers.

“I love you,” You whispered, feeling tears fall as you took a seat on the armchair in the corner of the room.

You would wait until he woke up.

Some time after midnight, you fell asleep, curled up into yourself and feeling warmer than you had in weeks.

Jimin was going to be okay. And he was yours now.

You woke up to the sound of someone calling your name. Your eyes blinked open and you shot up. Was your husband awake?

But when your gaze connected with the figure hovering above you, you relaxed. It wasn’t Jimin.

“Taehyung.” You said softly, “What are you doing here?”

Taehyung’s face was grim, “Yesterday was… A mess.”

The words fell on you like concrete.

You nodded, wordlessly.

“Any alliance we had with EXO is now completely severed. Your brother…” He trailed off, as if he was unsure what to tell you. After a moment, his eyes steeled, “He’s gone.”

You pursed your lips. Your heart clenched for just a moment, and then it was like release.

Xiumin was gone.

“Choosing to stay by Jimin’s side… It means choosing a life with Bangtan. It means turning your back on EXO.” He tugged a hand through his hair, “I don’t know what the future holds for EXO, or for Bangtan… But I know that we would be happy to have you on our side. You proved to me… To all of us, how deep your loyalty runs. Bangtan is your home, if you wish it to be.”

You nodded, once.

“Bangtan has been my home since I married Jimin.” You replied, “I am honoured.”

Taehyung’s face seemed to relax. He shook his head.

“I’m sorry to do this here with Jimin the way he is…”

“I understand,” You shrugged, and bit your bottom lip, “This is the way things are. These are the things you must do as Capo, Taehyung. You have my respect, and my loyalty.”

He nodded.

“Thank you… For saving his life.” Taehyung’s lips pursed, “Jimin means a lot to me. And the rest of the boys.”

“He means a lot to me too,” You replied, throat raw with emotion.

“Please let us know when he wakes up.”

“Of course.”

And then, with the closest thing to a smile you’d ever seen Taehyung exhibit, he slipped out of the room, leaving you alone once more with your husband.

In the coming hours nurses came and went, checking on his vitals, and his pulse. Making sure his IV was well connected. Asking if you were alright.

Other members of Bangtan brought you snacks and coffee - Jin, Jungkook, Hoseok.

They never said more than a few words to you, and their eyes were worried as they watched their friend’s motionless body on the hospital bed.

And then some time, in the early morning, Jimin’s eyes blinked open.

At first, you didn’t even realise. You’d been nodding off yourself, when you heard him clear his throat.

You bolted up, rushing to his side, and placing a gentle hand on his forehead.

“Jimin? Jimin?”

It took a few moments, but his eyes focused on you, and his lips lifted into the smallest of smiles.

“Now I know I’m dead,” He croaked, “There’s no way you’re not an angel.”

You rolled your eyes at his cheesiness, and swiped a thumb across his cheek, “How are you feeling?”

“Like I just got shot.” He grunted, trying to sit up and wincing from the pain.

“Don’t do that.” You scolded him, “You need to rest.”

He turned his head to face you, “C’mere.”

You knew what he was asking as you climbed in carefully beside him, your eyes tracing every line of his face, as tears flooded your cheeks. He brought a shaking hand up to your skin and wiped them away, tutting.

“None of that.” He whispered, “I’m here now.”

You pressed the softest of kisses on his mouth, feeling like you might very well crumble to pieces if you didn’t.

When you pulled back, his eyes were gentle and warm.

“Will you tell me what happened?” He asked after a moment, pressing his fingers to your hip.

“Xiumin shot you,” You answered, voice shaking, “In the stomach. The boys… Jungkook, he wanted to take you to the doctor, but I’ve seen wounds like what you have before. I knew you needed the hospital. It wasn’t up for discussion. We brought you here, and the doctors spent hours working on you. I just waited outside, I couldn’t eat or drink anything, I was so worried. I didn’t know if we’d gotten you here on time. God Jimin there was so much blood… And you weren’t responsive, you were barely lucid when we arrived. I thought that was it,” You kissed his lips again, moving to the corner of his mouth and his eyes, his nose and his cheeks, “I would’ve never survived it.”

You took a deep, shaking breath in, feeling like your insides were caving.

You’d been holding it together for hours but now you could finally feel safe.

Jimin ran his thumb across your lips, and you felt your heart jump. He always treated you like you were made of glass or diamonds.

“And you have to believe me Jimin, I was always going to tell you about Xiumin’s plan-”

“I believe you, Y/N.” He smiled softly, “I know you wouldn’t do anything to hurt me.”

You shook your head furiously, tears openly running down your cheeks. Jimin was crying too, and you felt your heart flutter at the look on his face.

You loved him so much.

“You mean the world to me,” Your voice was ragged and sharp, “You’re my family.”

“And you’re mine.”

He pressed a kiss against your forehead, and you curled further into his arms.

“I love you,” You whispered against the skin of his collarbone.

You said those words for the first time in your adult life. For the first time since your parents died.

He nodded, “I know baby. I love you too.”

You cried harder at that, even though you’d known - probably for much longer than you’d ever admit to yourself - hearing him say that made you feel like you finally belonged.

Like you were finally home.

“When I found that file… I was so mad.” He pulled back a little, studying your face, “But I think I just wanted a reason to protect myself. I saw how much I cared about you - and I was afraid you would never feel the same way for me.”

You felt your heart break at his words. You’d been so cold with him at the start. You’d made things so difficult. What else was he meant to think?

“You’re the first person in my life who actually knows me, Jimin.” You bit your lip, “You know every single part of me, and you love me anyway.”

“Of course I do. People like me and you… We’re made for each other.”

You snorted, “You’re so corny.”

“But you love me for it.”

You smiled, for the first time in a very long time, feeling completely content.

“Yeah. I love you for it.”

Jimin was a fussy patient.

You hadn’t expected it, really, considering how sweet he usually was. But he fussed over everything. The hospital food was disgusting. His bandages were too itchy. The sheets weren’t thick enough.

You spent the next two weeks at the hospital by his side, as he tested your patience to the absolute very limit. You never complained. You never told him to shut up (no matter how badly you wanted to). Instead you faithfully changed his food until he was satisfied. You cleaned his bandages as often as he wanted you to. You brought him duvets from home to satisfy his shifting body temperature.

And on the day he was discharged, the nurse who had been keeping an eye on him wished you good luck.

“Will you stop trying to do everything yourself,” You told him angrily one evening, when you caught him trying to have a shower on his own, “You know the doctor said you can’t get the wound wet. You need my help.”

He rolled his eyes, “I am not a child.”

“Well you’re acting like it.” You answered sharply, “What the fuck’s gotten into you Jimin? I have played every part the doting wife the last two weeks, and all you’ve done is gone the extra mile to aggravate me.”

He dropped the towel he’d been holding and went to sit on the edge of your bed. He was still fully clothed (how he expected to take his clothes off on his own when he could barely lift his arms past his elbow was beyond you) and he sighed heavily.

“I miss fighting with you.”

You blinked, “What?”

“I miss fighting with you,” He grunted, avoiding your eyes, “I found it - find it - hot, okay?”

You scoffed, “Are you telling me you have spent the last two weeks trying to goad me into an argument?”

“Maybe.” He lifted his eyes to meet your own and clicked his tongue, “Stupid idea?”

“I can’t believe you Jimin. I’ve spent the last two fucking weeks bending over backwards to make you happy, and you were just being an asshole about everything on purpose? Fuck you.”

He flushed, “Please?”

You rolled your eyes, “Are you seriously turned on right now?”

He shrugged, helplessly, “You always turn me on, Y/M/”

Despite yourself, you barked out a laugh.

“I’m still pissed off at you.” You warned him, as you moved towards him.

“I’m counting on it,” He smirked and your stomach flipped anxiously.

With a little help, you leaned him back on the bed, propping him up against the pillows and smiling at the excited look on his face.

“I’m going to have to do all the work, aren’t I?”

His smirk widened, “I guess so.”

You flushed hotly, as you carefully undid his trousers, pulling them down gently, and moving his boxers out of the way too.

“You’re already hard.” You gushed, wrapping your hand around his length and tugging on it slightly. He moaned and arched his back.

“Careful,” You warned, worried for his wound, “I don’t want you to tear the stitches.”

“I won’t,” He assured you, “C’mon baby. I miss being inside you.”

You melted at that, pushing your panties down your legs, and using the opportunity to slide on top of him. You leaned down, pressing a hot kiss against his mouth, swallowing his moan as you started to move.

“I love you,” You whispered, holding a hand against his beating heart, “You know that, right?”

He tugged a gentle hand through your hair, and nodded, eyes boring into yours, “Forever and always, Switchblade.”

You rolled your eyes at the nickname.

For the first time in your marriage, the two of you openly made love to one another. You worshipped your husband, peppering kisses across his skin, and praising the things he did to you.

Your husband Park Jimin. You loved him so much it was almost painful.

When the two of you were happy and sated, you rolled off him carefully, and he pulled you into his arms.

“For better or for worse Park,” You whispered against his neck, and he laughed, “You’re stuck with me.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Park Jimin had changed you for the better.

And thank God for that.

FIN

#bangtan #arranged marriage au #park jimin #jimin #bts #mafia au #romance #smut #fluff #angst #kpop #taehyung #seokjin #hoseok #jungkook #namjoon #yoongi #love #mob au

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8 Stories, 8 Movies from the Golden Age (1930s to 1960s).

It’s the golden age and 8 men are the most sought-after actors in Hollywood. Ateez, but make them Old Hollywood, basically. Lights, camera, action!

Member: Yunho

Genre: Murder mystery, a little bit of comedy, a little bit of romance and fluff

Warnings: Murder (as it is a murder mystery), mentions of it including suicide, death, blackmail, alcohol drinking

Things to note: Set in the 1930s, established marriage

Will have OCs

As with the rest of the stories in the AU, there will be other idols mentioned, most likely NCT but may have some of my other faves (EXO, etc.)

A/N: This is the third and final part of Yunho’s story. Coincidentally, this is also the last of the murder mystery-genre in this au. We’re going screwball comedy next with Wooyoung’s!

Masterlist

Former private detective-turned-society man Jeong Yunho is brought back to sleuthing when an inventor goes missing and his mistress is murdered. With a little help from his wife, and from a martini or two.

The Thin Man

tag list: @minervaaaaaaaa , @closer-stars

Part 3 (final)

The taxi pulled up in front of a dark and deserted laboratory that Yunho knew was Park Junho’s shop that he closed down. With Asta on a leash, he got down the car and paid the driver, the driver being a little too eager to leave as the place gave him the creeps. Yunho couldn’t blame him, it was late at night. “Come on,” Yunho whispered to the dog, who seemed hesitant to follow him as they approached the building, the two of them skidding to a halt when he saw that a familiar figure was waiting for them.

“Hey darling,” Juhyun waved them over, her voice low. She looked excited yet concerned at the same time.

“Juhyun! What are you doing here?” He pulled Asta along up to her.

“I beat you down here, I decided to come with you after you left so I got dressed and went to where you said” She said with an air of confidence.

Yunho gave his wife a look. “Now listen, Juju-”

“No,” She cut him off, placing a finger to his lips. “You’re not going in this place alone and that’s that. Get that skeleton key out of your pocket and open the door.”

“Alright, alright, as you wish, my darling,” Yunho opened the doors of the place and they stepped inside.

“It’s a nice neighborhood Park Junho’s picked out for his shop. I can almost hear the chains rattling in the distance,” Juhyun said quietly as they crept inside, careful not to make any noise. “Do you believe in ghosts, Yuyu?”

“I don’t, but shh,” Yunho whispered as they walked.

“It’s so dark in here,” Juhyun mumbled, her arm tightly linked with her husband’s.

“I’ll get a flashlight on, let me get my arm back, my darling,” Yunho pulled his arm back and closed the door behind them, taking the flashlight out of his coat pocket. The sudden light made Asta whimper. “Shh, Asta,” He whispered as they walked on, Juhyun being extra careful, noticing how her heels would catch onto some cracks in the floor here and there.

“This place looks awfully big,” She whispered. “You can’t even see the corners.”

“Don’t let the shadows frighten you, Juju,” He said, pointing to a silhouette that was of a machine.

“Who’s frightened?” Juhyun asked, glancing at him only to bump into something hard. “What’s this?”

“It looks like Park Junho’s work table,” Yunho shone the flashlight over the entire surface in front of them.

“Looks like a slab in the morgue to me,” Juhyun muttered, seeing more details of the space they were in illuminated. By the light clicking her heels made, she realized that she was standing on cement. “Cement.”

“Come on, dear,” Yunho beckoned her to come closer while he approached what he realized was the work desk. The two of them froze when they heard a creaking. “It’s just us in here, Juju, it must be a loose floorboard or something.”

The two of them stopped again when they heard something scratching. “What’s that now?” Juhyun asked.

“It’s Asta, he’s scratching at the cement, shh! Asta! Shh!” Yunho tried to yank on the leash but to no avail. “Stop it, Asta! Stop!”

Juhyun observed the way the dog was frantically scratching at the cement. “Yunho, he’s after something! I’ve seen him scratch the ground like that when he was looking for-”

“Asta! Shh! Look over here!” Yunho tapped his foot on another cemented part of the floor. He paused upon hearing the sound and tapped his foot on the floor again. “Wait a minute, this is hollow, I wonder if there’s something around here I could use to dig this up.”

“I saw an iron bar over there, it might be a shovel,” Juhyun pointed to the other side of the room.

“Good, good,” Yunho shone a light over the shovel and quickly picked it up. He handed Juhyun the flashlight. “If I can dig a hole in one corner of this part of the floor, we can find out what’s buried under here.”

“Yunho, I’m getting scared,” Juhyun said as she watched him. “Asta! Come here!” She called out to the dog, who was now watching them.

Yunho broke through the cement and started digging through the corner he broke into, coming into a layer of dirt. “Asta! Shh! Get back!” He tried to push the dog away, who was also trying to dig into the dirt.

“What is he after?” Juhyun asked, keeping the light on them.

Yunho carried the dog off the ground, realizing why Asta was so determined to dig into the cement. There was a skeleton and some clothes buried. “There’s a body. It must have been here for weeks. We have to get Lt. Song over here right away.”

The lieutenant and his group of police officers arrived shortly after they discovered the body, some taking photos of the skeleton including the clothes that it was buried with. The building was also surrounded by reporters looking to get information on what they found.

“These reporters are enough to drive a guy insane,” Mingi huffed as they examined the clothes and the skeleton on the workdesk. “Well, you were right, Yunho. It was a body, a skeleton rather, buried in limestone. I wonder what Park Junho had against this one.”

“What about the clothes?”

“Well there’s that too, the clothes aren’t touched but there’s hardly any identification on them. Just a silver belt buckle with the initials CS on them.”

Yunho looked up in thought. “CS? Who was that?”

One of the police officers stopped to hand him a cane. “Here’s something else that was found in there. There’s a rubber tip, the guy must have been walking lame or something,” Mingi said. He turned back to the belt buckle. “Wait a minute, that case you worked on, with the guy that threatened to kill Park Junho, what was his name?”

“Choi San,” Yunho replied.

“Could this be him? Didn’t Choi San say Park Junho tried to steal one of his inventions?”

“I never saw him. I don’t think anyone saw him,” Yunho shrugged. “But at the time we figured it was just blackmail.”

“It’s just the same, Park Junho wouldn’t mind having him out of the way, would he? And according to the medical examiner, the body’s been here at least a couple of months.”

“That’s just around the time Park Junho closed the shop,” Yunho pointed out.

“Right!” Mingi said. “The way I figure it is, he kills this guy and plants him here. Woo Jaekyung knew about it so he killed her. Kang Yeosang caught him at that so he had to bump him off too. Well, I think we’ll get going now. You wouldn’t like to pay me that hundred thousand won now, would you?” He grinned.

“Just wait until you catch Park Junho. Did you put the skeleton through the fluoroscope yet?”

“Yeah, half an hour ago, we did. We found the bullet he was killed with and there was something in the leg bone too, an old piece of shrapnel-”

Yunho stared at him. “Shrapnel.”

“Yeah, why?”

“He must have limped, which explains why he used a walking stick,” Yunho said.

Mingi looked confused. “What do you mean?”

“Oh nothing, nothing. So long, Lieutenant, I’m going to pick up my wife and take her home. It’s been a long night,” Yunho waved at the officer.

“Good night! Give my regards to the wife!”

Their discovery at Park Junho’s shop made headlines in all the newspapers the next morning, and soon enough their suite was filled with reporters and photographers, holding cameras and asking them to stop and pose for photos. “Have the police any idea where Park Junho is?” One reporter asked.

“No,” Yunho replied.

“Do you think they’ll find him?” Another reporter spoke.

“Oh I know they will.”

“Anything else to say about the case?” Said a third reporter.

“Yes, it’s put me behind my drinking,” Yunho padded towards the mini-bar to pour himself a glass of gin.

“What about this Choi San?” Said the first reporter.

“Sorry, I don’t know anything else,” Yunho took a long drink.

“What’s your next step, Yunho?” They asked this time.

“Right back home where we will rest from this vacation that we’ve had,” Yunho took another drink. The reporters bid the two of them goodbye, closing the door behind them. Juhyun put Asta down, the dog running towards one of the rooms.

“Back home, hmm?” Juhyun raised a brow at him, sitting down on the couch.

Yunho put his glass down and playfully sat on her lap. “If you insist-”

“I don’t insist-” Juhyun groaned, pushing him off, making him sit down on the floor in front of her.

“My soul, woman, I give you three murders and you still aren’t satisfied” Yunho rested his chin on her knee.

“I want you to stay and find Park Junho!” She ruffled his hair.

“I did find him.”

She stared at him. “What do you mean by that, Yuyu?”

“He was down in his shop!”

“Yunho.”

“It was his body that was buried down there.”

“Yunho, you better lay off the liquor-”

“That’s a fact,” He pointed out.

“Park Junho’s body?” She asked. “But they all said it was Choi San’s-”

“That’s what they think. Mingi and...all of them. They take it for granted that it’s just another one of Park Junho’s victims. Mingi’s hot footing it around now, looking for Park Junho. That’s all that troubles him,” Yunho mumbled.

“What makes you so sure it was Park Junho’s body?” She raised a brow.

“Several things.”

Juhyun rolled her eyes. “Yunho, you’re driving me crazy with all the suspense. What things? What things made you so sure?”

“Well, the clothes for one. They were carefully preserved and the body was just as carefully destroyed. The person who killed him counted on one thing...the skeletons all look alike.”

“Well don’t they?”

“Sure, but then I remembered that Park Junho had some shrapnel in his shin, it bothered him. They found it under the fluoroscope,” Yunho recalled.

“How long has he been dead?”

“A couple of months?”

“If that’s the case, then he couldn’t have committed those murders,” Juhyun deduced.

Yunho smiled. “Smart gal.”

“Park Junho dead. Does Sungyoung know?”

“No. Nobody but you knows. I didn’t even tell Mingi.”

“Why not? Why won’t you tell Sungyoung what you know?”

“Because I want to lie low until I get the whole dope,” Yunho knelt down, arms on both sides of her legs. “I don’t want to go off half-cocked.”

“Then what are you planning to do?”

“I’m going to get the real murderer, and I’ve got an idea. Do you want to see me take him?” Yunho leaned closer.

“Yes!”

“Do you have a nice evening gown?” Yunho asked.

“Yunho, what’s that got to do with-”

“I said do you have a nice evening gown?” He repeated.

“Yes, I’ve got a Lulu! Why?”

“I’m going to throw a party and invite all of the suspects.”

“The suspects? They won’t come.”

“Oh they will. I’ll get Lt. Song to issue the invitations.”

“Who do you think did it?”

“Yang Hyomin…”

“Hyomin!”

“Yang Hyomin, Jung Wooyoung, Choi Jongho,...” Yunho picked up the phone. “What were you doing on the ninth of June?” He grinned.

They reserved a private dining room later that night. A string quartet was playing in one corner of the room that was almost as big as a small ballroom. Some of Mingi’s police officers were disguised as waiters serving cocktails, with the lieutenant himself dressed for the occasion along with them. Yunho and Juhyun were placing name cards on the table. “Let’s see, you at the head,” She placed his name card on the setting.

“And you on my right,” Yunho placed her name card down. “Hongjoong on my left, Seonghwa, Sungyoung’s brother Sungmin, next to Jongho. Mingi will sit on the other end of the table and on the other side, is Jung Wooyoung.”

“Hyomin’s next to Wooyoung-”

“No, let’s leave that seat vacant. I have a feeling he won’t come alone,” Yunho said. “Put Hyomin next to Hongjoong instead.”

Juhyun followed suit and once she was done, she approached the lieutenant. “They’re going to come here, aren’t they?”

“Yeah, some of them are already here, I got my guys to bring them up.”

“I wish I have you at all my parties,” Juhyun chuckled.

The doors opened and in came Seonghwa, just as dressed yet looking worried. “Is Sungyoung here yet?” He asked.

“You can put your hat and coat in the room and we can talk about it,” Yunho assured him and he walked off.

“What is the meaning of this?!” They heard Hyomin say as she was escorted inside, with her son. “Yunho! What’s this about? I said we were busy and we were going to the theater!”

“We just wanted to make sure you’d attend, Mrs. Jung,” Juhyun said. “Ah, Mr. Jung, you’re here,” She gestured to Wooyoung, who was with another woman.

“Wooyoung, I swear I had no idea what this was-” Hyomin grabbed his arm.

“Hey, take your hands off him,” said the woman with a stern expression. “...Do you hear me?”

Hyomin stared at her, and then at Wooyoung. “I-Wooyoung-What does this mean- Wooyoung-Wooyoung!” She looked taken aback as they were brought to the table to be seated at their places. “Yunho, why are we being brought here like common criminals?” She skidded to a halt when she saw the woman sit next to Wooyoung at the table. “But I’m Mrs. Jung.”

“Put it over there, sister. I was Mrs. Jung before you were,” The woman replied dryly.

“Your name card is there, on my right,” Yunho gestured for the seat next to the woman. Hyomin huffed as she sat down, glaring at the woman from time to time.

“You give such charming parties, Mr. Jeong,” Juhyun eyed him as all of them sat down.

“Thank you, Mrs. Jeong,” Yunho smiled. “Now we’re all ready to begin-”

“Good, you can tell us why we’re here in the first place,” Hyomin spoke.

“I’ve invited you all here because I’ve got some very important news,” Yunho looked at all of them. “I’ve seen Park Junho.”

All of them gaped at him. “Wait a minute, you saw Park Junho?!” Mingi asked, almost indignantly.

“That’s nothing, I saw him myself” Hyomin scoffed, looking down at the appetizers that were being served to them.

Yunho and Juhyun exchanged looks. “You did? Where did you see him?” He asked.

“Last night, he came to see me at my apartment.”

“Oh did he? What did he say?”

“Oh nothing much, he wanted to know how I was and how the children were.”

Yunho shook his head. “I’m afraid you’re lying, Hyomin. You see, I really did see Park Junho last night.”

“Are you kidding?!” Mingi remained bewildered.

“No.”

“Then what’s the idea of holding out on me?” the lieutenant asked.

“Because I found out for certain that he didn’t commit the murders,” Yunho said.

Sungyoung stared at him. “Yunho- He didn’t do it?”

“What do you mean?” Hongjoong looked confused.

“Jongho,” Yunho said, making him jump in surprise. “Oh, I’m so sorry. You knew Woo Jaekyung, right? Was she...swindling Park Junho?” He asked.

“She didn’t say she is but I figured she is,” Jongho sounded relieved.

“Why do you say that?”

“Once I wanted five million won, she gave it to me in cash.”

“Thank you, now I’ll tell you why I know Park Junho didn’t commit those murders,” Yunho gestured for the servers to go ahead with the main course. “Three months ago, Park Junho found out that Woo Jaekyung was cheating him and was splitting with some man. That man was... Sungmin,” He stopped, noticing that he nearly spilled his water over. “Oh, I’m so sorry, don’t you want some wine?”

“No, no, Mr. Jeong, no thank you,” Sungmin shook his head.

Juhyun rolled her eyes at her husband. “You’re driving me crazy!”

“Anyway, Park Junho went to find the man and he did. That man was desperate. He knew he was caught dead to rights, and with prison staring him at the face he took the only way out -- He killed Park Junho,” Yunho recalled.

“Yunho, you mean- My father-” Sungyoung stared at him in shock.

“Yes, I’m sorry to have to tell you this, Sungyoung, but your father is dead, he’s been dead for three months.”

Sungyoung broke down in tears in her seat. Seonghwa leaned over, wrapping an arm around her. “Darling, don’t cry. Please, I know it’s terrible, but isn’t it really better this way?” He whispered.

Juhyun approached them. “You’d better take her home, Seonghwa. Back to your home,” She said to him, and he nodded, arm still around his fiance as he brought her out, Mingi quietly signaling the officers at the door to open it.

“But this is absurd! How can Junho be dead! You said yourself you saw him last night!” Hyomin turned back to Yunho.

“So I did. I saw him lying buried in his shop,” Yunho replied nonchalantly.

“You mean that body-” Mingi caught on.

“Was Park Junho, yeah.”

“Perfectly absurd,” Hyomin shook her head.

“And the murderer is right here in this room, sitting here at this table,” Yunho looked at all of their expressions.

“You’re not going to keep us all in the dark aren’t you? Who is it?” Sungmin asked.

“You’re not going to pin this one on me!” Jongho slammed his spoon on the table. One of the officers approached him. “What am I the fall guy?!” He was pushed back down on his seat.

“This is the best dinner I’ve ever listened to,” Juhyun side-eyed Yunho.

“Well, I have no idea who it is, but I thought if we had a little get-together we might be able to find out. I’ll tell you as much as I know. This murderer is a very clever man. He studied this thing out very carefully. You’d understand that, wouldn’t you, Sungmin?-” Yunho turned to him.

“Yes...no!” He shook his head profusely, everyone else beginning to look at him suspiciously.

“He planned this thing out beautifully. After he killed Park Junho, he wired Hongjoong, using Park Junho’s name and told him to close up the shop. He destroyed all of Park Junho’s clothes except his watch chain because he figured that someday that might come in handy. Then he took Park Junho’s body and buried him in the shop with another man’s clothes to throw us off the track. He even put a belt buckle with a “CS” on it, hoping that we’d think it was Choi San, an old enemy of Park Junho’s who dropped out of sight years ago,” Yunho explained. “Jongho, would you mind holding your chopsticks the other way, you’re worrying Sungmin.”

Jongho looked down at his hand and put his chopsticks down. Sungmin stared at him and at the utensils in his place. “If those chopsticks are missing, I’ll look for it somewhere on you” Juhyun nudged her husband.

“After our hero killed Park Junho, he had an idea. He realized that he and Woo Jaekyung could still collect money. Park Junho was supposed to be on a trip, no one knew where -- so our hero wrote letters to Hongjoong, signing Junho’s name, so that Hongjoong would continue to send the money to Jaekyung. He even telephoned Hongjoong, do you remember?” Yunho turned to him this time.

“But it must have been Junho. I should have known if it wasn’t his voice,” Hongjoong replied.

“Oh he was clever about that too. He called when you were out,” Yunho explained. “That same afternoon, Jaekyung called him. She said that you were coming, Hyomin, to ask about Junho. So he got terrified. He was afraid that Jaekyung would break down and tell, so he went to Jaekyung...and killed her. He left Junho’s watch chain in her hand too.”

Juhyun stared at him. “Is that true?” She whispered.

“I don’t know.”

“Then why are you saying it?”

“It’s the only way it makes sense,” Yunho muttered to her. “His plan was still working beautifully. Junho was established as being in town, the watch chain was handed over, but with slight delay, to the police. The only snag was a man named Kang Yeosang, who found out something. He was there at Jaekyung’s apartment. He heard the shots, he saw the murderer leave. He knew who did it,” He said to everyone.

“Our hero paid Yeosang once to keep his mouth shut, but when Yeosang threatened him again, he bumped him off. But our hero had just one weak link in his chain. The telegrams, the letters, the calls were all very well, but no one had actually seen Park Junho, so our hero picked on poor Hyomin here to strengthen his case. Hyomin is the only one at this table who can tell us who the real murderer is,” Yunho turned to Hyomin. “Hyomin, who was it that told you to say you saw Junho?”

“Nobody told me, I did see him!” Hyomin replied, evidently getting flustered.

“What did he pay you, Hyomin, to stick to that story?”

“It isn’t a story, it’s true. I did see Junho, he isn’t dead!” Hyomin was picking at her food.

Yunho watched her reaction as he pressed on. “You’re lying, Hyomin, of course you’d do anything for money. You’re getting a good price for saying that you saw Junho and you figure you won’t get anything if he’s dead.”

“I’m not going to stay here to be insulted!” Hyomin was about to leave, only to be pushed back down to her seat by a nearby server.

“Hongjoong, you drew up Junho’s will. Hyomin was cut off, wasn’t she, if she remarried?” Yunho turned to him this time.

“I have no right to answer that.”

Yunho rounded on her again, Hyomin looking more and more horrified. “You shouldn’t let that keep you from telling the truth, Hyomin. Mrs. Jung,” He turned to the woman next to her. “Were you ever divorced from Jung Wooyoung?”

“No,” the woman replied.

“So you see? Under the law, you haven’t remarried, Hyomin. You’re still one of the heirs!” Yunho stared at her. “So what are you holding out for? A few crummy thousand won that the man gave you when you can get the whole estate? Remember the other two that were with him on this, Jaekyung and Yeosang. When he thought they might spill something, he bumped them off. You ought to know damn well he’s not going to take any chances on you. What do you want to do? Be next on his list?”

Hyomin glared at Hongjoong. “Why you dirty-”

Yunho was quick to punch Hongjoong in time, a shot firing to the floor as he was knocked unconscious. Mingi got out of his seat as everyone was gaping at what just happened. “There you go, Lieutenant. Kim Hongjoong is the murderer.”

“Yuyu!” Juhyun wrapped her arms around him in an embrace. “I was scared you would’ve gotten shot! But you took him! I knew you would-”

“Yeah, another case like this, and I’d have thought I was in a prize fight,” Yunho wrapped his arms around her.

“Aww, Yunho, you’re swell, darling,” Juhyun beamed.

“I bet you say that to all the boys,” Yunho smiled as he kissed her.

#kdiner #ateez #yunho #ateez yunho #jeong yunho #ateez scenarios #ateez timestamps #ateez fanfic #ateez au

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yuta-nakamots · 4 years ago

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Groove - k.ji

Pairing - Idol!Jongin x Choreographer!Reader

Genre - Fluff

Warnings - None

Summary - You are a choreographer chosen to work with Jongin for his upcoming solo album. He’s an idol and you’re not, it’s as simple as that until you find yourselves dancing between the lines of business and something more intimate.

Word Count - 6k

A/N - This is the reworked version of ‘a dance to remember’ which I wrote when I was about 15 years old. That piece itself is based on a dream I had about EXO. This essentially is a fic written about a fic written about a dream so I’m sorry if it seems kinda disjointed.

When you were younger, you had discovered that you had an immense passion for dance and you had begged your parents to let you join the small dance studio near your school. Even if it was just an average dance school it wasn’t uncommon for the bigger entertainment companies to recruit backup dancers or choreographers from studios like yours, which is how you had met a handful of idols before. Each month, you had to go in and perform a short piece that you created in order to keep track of your progress. Normally, the room these progress videos were shot in are empty aside from you, the company director, and a couple of cameras set up to catch multiple angles.

However, this time around, there was a man standing next to your director. As you entered, you quickly greeted and bowed to your director and did the same to the guest. He was wearing a chocolate brown hoodie and light blue jeans along with a pair of rounded glasses and a face mask. He was quite tall and looked almost intimidating until you met his eyes that were warm and inviting but awfully familiar. Not wanting to be weird, you quickly turned around and made your way to the stereo equipment to plug in your phone and start the music. You finish your recording quickly and respectfully thank your director before leaving the studio to head home, your thoughts still preoccupied with the stranger who you were confident you had met somewhere before.

A week later, you received an email from the director: Good evening Y/n, From your video we recorded earlier this week, you’ve been recruited to work with EXO member Kai as a choreographer for his upcoming solo album. Congratulations on this achievement! We are looking forward to what you will create this time around. I will give you more details on this after your regularly scheduled class today.

The warm brown eyes that were all too familiar flashed inside your mind as you thought about all of his performances that you had watched before, wanting to learn from him and his style. The eyes of the stranger that had stood next to your director the day you recorded your video. No, it couldn’t have been him, you thought to yourself, there’s no way an idol would come to our dance studio. You shook your head to break yourself out of your imagination as you got ready to head over to the studio and teach your class.

You were going through your text message as you entered the room your class was in and walked right into your director. You immediately back up and profusely apologize, freezing once you recognize the person he was previously talking to. “Oh, y/n, this is Kai from EXO! I was just telling him how he should stay to watch you teach this class so he can get a taste of what your style is like.”

Kai looked from your director to you, offering you one of his signature smiles that have been known to melt hearts. “I’d love to” was all he had to say to make your stomach drop to the floor and your hands start sweating.

As you taught your class, you felt an intense stare on you the entire time, glancing over at Kai only a few times, finding him looking right back at you, causing you to suddenly jerk your head away only to hear Kai let out a quiet giggle from the corner he was sitting in. Eventually, you learn to ignore his presence and you continue teaching your class and wrapping up as you normally would. As your students begin filing out the door, Kai eagerly gets up and strides over to you. “Hey, y/n, I really liked the energy of that class and the genre of the piece you taught, I’m looking forward to working with you!” he said, the edges of his eyes crinkling as he smiled at you, “if you don’t mind, I’d like to get your number so we can talk more about the album” and he offered you his phone, already open to a blank contact page.

You quickly wipe your hands on your shirt before grabbing his phone, entering your number and handing it back to him with a shy “thank you, I look forward to working with you too”.

Later that night, you got a text from an unknown number.

Unknown > y/n 10:15pm: hi y/n, this is Jongin! ^^

You type a simple greeting back to him as you add him to your contact list and slip into bed. He immediately responds and starts asking questions about you, which you brushed off as him just being friendly. Your conversation continues for another half hour, consisting of mostly him asking about you and your interests accompanied by various cute emoticons until you finally grow tired of it.

y/n > EXO Kai 10:49pm: Why do you keep asking about me? What if I want to hear more about you?

EXO Kai > y/n 10:51pm: because I want to get to know you better （⌒_⌒）

10:51pm: I like to have a connection with the people I’m working with. even more so now, since this solo album is something new and special to me

10:52pm: besides, you can hear about me all the time from the fansites and media

His response makes you pause and set your phone down for a bit as you realize that there’s more depth to Kai and his personality than you thought. Wow, not only is he an amazing performer, he has a kind heart and values his relationships, even if they’re only for work purposes. You were shocked, to say the least. From your experience working with idols, yes, you did get to know each other but they didn’t ask you about your hobbies or favorite foods like how Kai did. This just added to your list of reasons why this man is out of your league. No, he is not out of my league. We are not even in the same sport. He is an idol, he will not date you, stop it, you thought as you reprimanded yourself. However, you picked up your phone to message him back and continue your conversation, even though you dozed off not even five minutes later, failing to see the new texts you received from Kai.

EXO Kai > y/n 11:03pm: y/nnnnnn

11:03pm: where did you gooooo >.<

11:04pm: ah, you must have fallen asleep

11:04pm: rest well y/n, goodnight (￣ε￣)

The rest of your week passes by uneventfully with you going to university and teaching your classes as usual. The only new addition to your schedule was a sort of ‘date’ with Kai on Thursday afternoon, your free day during the week, and also the day you were scheduled to meet with the other staff working on his album to get a sense of what kind of image they wanted. He had texted you asking if he could treat you to lunch at the SM Cafe after your meeting which you agreed to.

By the time Thursday comes around, you’re already feeling worn out from school, barely even able to put together an outfit and settling for a simple black t-shirt and jeans. You took the bus to the company building since you didn’t know where to park and you figured it would save gas anyways. The meeting was a nice refresher, as you were interested in the ideas the staff was putting out and you left the meeting feeling reenergized with tons of ideas flying through your head. You met Kai at the cafe as you had promised, finding him easily due to his large frame. “You look nice, y/n” he commented, as you sat down opposite to him. You said a shy ‘thank you’ back while turning and looking out the window, hoping he didn’t notice the blush that had begun to show up on your cheeks.

Lunch goes smoothly as he allows you to ask him questions this time around and he tells you about his hobby of playing with legos and putting elaborate things together to give to his nieces and nephews or how he has given up learning how to bake. You don’t miss the way his hands brush yours when you pass him a napkin after some of the coffee he was drinking spills out the side of this mouth or when both of you reach for your phone before it falls off the table. Maybe it’s because of all the times you’ve daydreamed about him after learning one of the dances he’s done, but to you, this ‘casual lunch’ is beginning to feel more and more like a date. Luckily, you two finish eating quickly and he asks if you’d be willing to show him some of the ideas you have so far. You eagerly told him yes along with a few details from the meeting and how you’re really excited to further refine them.

Once both of you are in a practice room upstairs, you and Kai decide to sit in the middle of the room and talk about possible concepts and stories that could be portrayed, however, the conversation quickly strays off-topic due to Kai and his seemingly never-ending curiosity when it comes to you. “What do you do besides dancing and teaching your own classes?” he asks, looking more like a troublesome toddler than the idol you were supposed to be working with.

You push that thought aside before responding, “I’m currently in university, majoring in business since I’m set to take over the dance school from the director.”

Kai keeps his eyes glued to you while you speak, the only movement coming from his fidgeting hands. After you finish speaking, he looks down in his lap before shyly speaking, “sometimes I like to think about what I’d be doing if I wasn’t an idol, you know? Would I have joined a dance studio like yours? Would I be in college right now? Would I have a girlfriend? Would I maybe even have a child?” He paused for a bit and ran a hand through his hair while moving to lie down. “I genuinely think that if I weren’t an idol, I’d still be in school. Being with animals and kids gives me so much joy, I’ve often thought about being a veterinarian or an elementary school teacher. Though they are drastically different, I find both of them to be so appealing” he said, letting out a sigh at the end of his sentence.

“Do you ever think that you’d be happier doing those things rather than where you are now?”

Kai looked over at you, not noticing you had laid down next to him as if both of you were outside looking at clouds. “Maybe...however, I’m still satisfied with the path my life took. Yes, there are drawbacks to being a public figure but I’m happy with all the experiences it has given me.” Sensing how the mood has become a little too serious for his liking, Kai decides to ask you another question. “Who’s your favorite member in my group?”

You let out a laugh, dumbfounded by his sudden question. “I’m not saying this just because you’re here, but it’s you and has been for a while now” you said sheepishly, keeping your eyes locked on the ceiling to keep yourself from looking at Kai and showing him your now pink-tinted cheeks.

“For a while now?” he asked, quoting your words. “How long have you been a fan of us?”

“Since your debut,” you said, throwing your hands on your face to hide your embarrassment before exclaiming, “ah, this is so awkward, I can’t believe I’m telling you this.” Fortunately, your embarrassment didn’t last long thanks to your roommate who had just sent you a text. You gladly moved away from Kai to check your phone, inwardly thanking your roommate for saving you from what could have become a shameful memory. Oh shit it’s already past 10? you thought to yourself, shocked at how quickly time passed while you were with Kai. “My roommate was just asking where I was since it’s getting kinda late,” you told him, “normally I don’t stay out this late since I have class tomorrow morning so I should probably get going now, especially since I have to catch the last bus which comes in a bit, I think.”

You stood up, but before you could so much as take a step towards the door, Kai stopped you. “I can drive you home” he offered, to which you vehemently refused, “you’re my choreographer and I’d hate for anything to happen to you when you haven’t even taught me the dance to my own song yet” he said, giving you the puppy eyes you’ve seen countless times through videos of him.

You can tell that he’s being sincere so eventually you accept his offer, but something about his words doesn’t sit quite right. You had told each other so much about yourselves and shown such an embarrassing side of yourself to him, yet he only regarded you as his choreographer. Because that’s what I am, you thought, trying to shove those thoughts out of your head, I’m nothing more than just his choreographer, a work acquaintance. This is simply a relationship based on our work together. He is an idol and I am his choreographer. Nothing more, nothing less. You internally slapped yourself for getting riled up over his words when he was only trying to be nice.

Once you were in his car, you told him your address as you put your seatbelt on. The ride home is mostly silent aside from little side comments made between the two of you, like when he tells you about how he and the members once went to the samgyeopsal restaurant you passed earlier and how Chanyeol proceeded to get absolutely wasted to the point where the members played rock paper scissors to decide who would be taking care of him for the night.

Time, again, seemed to pass a little faster than normal when you were talking to Kai and laughing with him. When he pulled up in front of your apartment building, you unbuckle your seatbelt and began to thank him, “Kai-”

“Why do you keep calling me that?”

“Calling you what?”

“Kai.”

“...Because it’s your name?” At this point, you were beyond confused as to what Kai was getting at.

“It’s one of my names, but it’s not MY name. My name is Jongin. Yes, Kai is my name as well but that’s who I am on stage...please, just call me Jongin from now on” he let out, sitting further back into his seat once he realized how aggressive he sounded.

“O-oh, okay. Goodnight Jongin.” Though you were used to saying that name while talking to your friends about his dancing or when they showed you pictures of him, this time it sounded foreign. Almost even forced, as if you shouldn’t be saying it.

Once you unlock the door and walk into your apartment, you receive a text from him.

EXO Kai > y/n 10:36pm: I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have snapped like that, it’s just that being called Kai all the time makes me feel disconnected from people, you know? It’s like people see me only as Kai the idol and not Jongin, a regular person.

10:37pm: Kai is the side the fans and the media see and want while Jongin is just the sad guy behind the mask

10:37pm: Sorry, I probably shouldn’t have said that either. I’m just making this worse aren’t I?

You see the bubble pop up again, showing you that he was typing but before he can send you another message, you text him back.

y/n > EXO Kai 10:38pm: Jongin, it’s fine. I may not be an idol but I get what you mean

10:39pm: I didn’t know that even something like your stage name could have such a restraining feeling for you, and I’m sorry about that. But thank you for opening up to me

You see that he read your message but you don’t see him typing a response so you lock your phone and start your night routine, eventually forgetting to check your phone.

When you woke up the next morning, you saw that Kai, no, Jongin, you reminded yourself, texted you around midnight but you didn’t open his message until lunch when you were done with most of your classes for the day.

Jongin > y/n 12:16am: Goodnight y/n. I’m sorry I’m not the idol you always looked up to, but thank you for listening to me and respecting me as a person. Thank you, see you next week. I can’t wait to see what you have choreographed for me (⌒ω⌒)

And there it was again, the way he speaks so fondly towards you yet he still brings it back to work. You had to remind yourself that the relationship between the two of you is only because of work and that no matter what, you cannot develop feelings for him. It’s not like he’d have time for me anyways, I’m nothing special compared to those other girls he’s dated, you thought to yourself.

You spend the rest of the week doing your usual activities along with choreographing for the title track of Jongin’s album. Though the company sent you just the demo of the track, you could already tell that this sort of song was definitely his style. Sexy yet sweet. Hot but undeniably cool.

A month had passed since Jongin first confided in you about his idol dilemma. After teaching Jongin and the rest of the dancers the choreo you made for the title track, you were no longer needed quite as often in the practice room, which resulted in you seeing Jongin less as his preparations started to stack up in his schedule. He still made it a point to take you out for lunch or dinner, which surprised you since he didn’t necessarily need to keep up a relationship with you now that your part in the album production was over. It was at those times when you were reminded of the instance when he was dropping you off, that he’s human and has friends he hangs out with, you just might have gotten lucky and become one of them.

Your text message chat with him went back and forth between you two talking about the choreo and the comeback to deep late-night conversations like how Sehun saw a cockroach in the shower one night and ran out butt-naked, screaming. Just like your chat, your relationship with Jongin became more confusing as the line between business and friendship blurred even further. Jongin texts you late on a Wednesday night to come to the ‘cloud’ room, which you had mistakenly called it once after watching one too many of the old SM dance practice videos, tomorrow around noon. Similar to when the incident with his name occurred, his message didn’t have the cute emoticons you were used to him sending. You wondered if something in the choreo needed to be changed last minute and sent him a simple thumbs up to let him know you’d be there.

You spent the rest of your Wednesday night reanalyzing the choreo you made, trying to find any flaws that would have resulted in Jongin texting you so seriously and asking you to come in person instead of sending a video along with his questions as usual. By Thursday afternoon, you had a few things in mind that you could easily smooth over and your mind was flooded with different combos and formations to use as you walked through the building to the practice room you told Jongin you’d meet him at.

You entered without knocking since usually the whole team is at work and you don’t want to disrupt whatever they’re working on, so you quietly stepped in and closed the door but you yelped when you heard a loud bang from the area near the sound equipment. Glancing over, you spot Jongin with his balled-up fists on the table and realized the rest of the team wasn’t here. It was just you and him, which led to you being even more confused as to why he had asked you to come in. After hearing the noise you made, Jongin’s head perked up and found you, “oh, y/n, you came.” His tense features immediately relaxing into a loose half-smile where you could see just how tired he was. “I need help on the main part of the chorus. No matter how many times I do it, there just isn’t the right feeling with it and I don’t get it” he said, almost whining.

You sat against the mirror, watching him do it a few times until you got up and stood next to him, facing the mirror. “Jongin you’re treating it way too strictly. This is the chorus, not a dance break, just groove with it, have fun with it, you know?” You danced the part to further show your point.

“Groove with it? What do you mean ‘groove with it?’” He asked, confusion clearly evident on his face and in his voice.

“Relax and think about the song itself. Think about the meaning, the style of it, not the choreography” you responded. He did as you showed him and looked at you for approval. “Good, but keep that same intensity in your eyes from earlier.” He did it again, staring straight into your eyes through your reflection in the mirror, almost sending shivers down your body. You smiled to acknowledge that you liked it and Jongin’s face lit up, seeing as he finally perfected what he deemed to be the ‘killing point’ of the dance, as he had said when you first showed it to him.

After another hour, you and Jongin had gone over the entire dance and worked out any remaining questions he had for you. Just as the two of you were getting ready to leave and head over to the cafe, Jongin called out your name, coming to stand next to where you were packing up your bag.

“Hey Y/N...I-uh-wanted to tell you that I-um-I think-” he began, before you interrupted him, not wanting to hear him stuttering anymore.

“Jongin, do you want to go over something again? Is that what’s bothering you?”

“N-no, it’s just that I think, uh, I think I really like you...r dance...yeah...I really like your dance, the one you made for me in my album, uh haha yeah thank you.” His cheeks and ears started turning pink as he quickly turned around to go gather his things.

Did he just say what I thought he said, you asked yourself, no, he couldn’t have. There’s no way he’d say that. All it would do is hurt his career anyway, he wouldn’t do that. You silenced your thoughts and left the practice room with him to get dinner.

You ate with him at the cafe but your conversation didn’t seem to flow as naturally as it normally did. He kept looking at you like he wanted to say something but never did. The normal playful touches you usually shared weren’t there either and you hated yourself for noticing these things. This was probably just his way of nicely ending our relationship since he probably won’t be working with me again in the future.

As you both made your way down to your cars in the parking lot, Jongin stepped in front of you right after exiting the elevator, looking down at his feet like a little kid would when they’re being scolded.

“Y/N I’d like to thank you for working with me for my solo debut, it really means a lot to me,” this is where you think he’s going to just thank you and say goodnight, but he doesn’t, “I’d like to ask you if you’d come to the first broadcast next week Monday. I know you have class but I won’t be going on until later. You don’t have to if you don’t want to because I know you’re really busy being a student and all but-”

“Jongin, please, I would love to.” You said, saving the both of you from his endless ramblings.

When he finally meets your eyes he gives you a look full of cuteness and adoration be exclaiming, “Really?!”

“Yes, really.”

“Promise?!”

“Yes, Jongin. I promise I will be there.” He hugged you so tight you thought you were going to suffocate but before you could, he released you and skipped off in the direction of his car while happily giggling to himself, “goodnight y/n” he yelled, “see you on Monday.”

You slapped yourself for blushing at his cute outburst. He’s an idol, you’re not supposed to feel this warmth in your heart that yearned for him to hug you again, yet your mind constantly wandered to him during your whole drive back to your apartment.

As you were lying in bed, just about falling asleep, you got a text from Jongin.

Jongin > y/n 9:08pm: SHE SAID YES! (＠＾◡＾)

9:08pm: oh shit

9:08pm: sorry, that was meant for Baekhyun hyung

9:09pm: we were talking about a special girl (＃＞＜)

Your heart immediately dropped. It’s probably another girl he’s dating, seeing as how he’s dated other girl idols before. You knew that you shouldn’t be upset but you just were. It was at that moment that you realized your feelings towards Jongin. You quickly sent a simple ‘haha okay’ back, but his message left you wondering about the lucky girl he was talking about, hurt that you didn’t know who it was. He has no obligation to tell me anything, I’m only his choreographer, you told yourself, probably for the millionth time now.

Ever since that night, you hadn’t initiated a conversation with him though he still texted you occasionally. Sometimes it would be a goodnight message, other times it was just his late-night thoughts about how dogs would wear pants or what kind of sounds a koala makes. You didn’t want to admit it but that one text bothered you for the rest of the week, and as it got closer and closer to his first performance, the more you didn’t want to go. Almost as if Jongin was reading your mind, you received a text message from him.

Jongin > y/n 7:45pm: y/nnnnnn I can’t wait to see you tomorrow -\\3\\-

You were going to send another thumbs up again, but opted for a more cheerful ‘good luck!’ since you knew how much this meant to him and how hard he worked for this and you didn’t want to let your own feelings get in the way of his achievements. It’s not like you were going to be involved in his work much longer once his promotions ended. Maybe it was for the best if you just kept your feelings to yourself so he could go back to being just Kai, the idol, to you, and not the sweet and playful Jongin you had gotten to know and the one you had, unfortunately, fell for. Going to sleep that night was a huge struggle for you, constantly asking yourself if you were going to see him tomorrow or not. Eventually, you fell asleep before reaching a clear answer but knowing you’d have to decide tomorrow anyways

The next morning, you woke up to the sight of sunlight already filling your room, which was not a good sing. You quickly checked your phone and saw that you were already half an hour late to your first class along with noticing Jongin had sent you another message around 6AM though you didn’t read it since your first priority was to get to school. You turned your phone to Do Not Disturb mode and rushed through your morning routine, getting to school just as your second class was starting. After running in five minutes late and profusely apologizing to your professor, you took your normal seat in the back of the room, letting out a sigh of exhaustion.

Your lecture ended faster than you expected and as you waited in the line at the cafeteria you finally pulled out your phone to go through your notifications and saw that Jongin had sent you two more messages.

Jongin > y/n 6:13am: I’m so excited, i could barely even sleep! Good morning y/n, today’s the day! ＼(≧▽≦)／

Jongin > y/n 10:20am: We’re in the cafe ordering sandwiches to eat at the recording studio later. What do you want to drink? I can’t remember if it was the honey lemon tea or the honeydew milk tea (>_<)

10:25am: y/nnnnn please answer meeeeee (╥_╥)

You couldn’t resist his cuteness and texted him back.

y/n > Jongin 10:27am: honey lemon :)

As soon as you hit send, you froze, realizing you had dug yourself into a hole, ultimately forcing yourself into going to the studio he would be performing at later. You were brought out of your dazed state when the person in the back of you cleared their throat loudly and you noticed it was your turn to order.

After you had ordered and received your food, you sat down and ate your lunch quickly, wanting to go to class and get your mind off of Jongin who was walking around up there as if he owned it.

The rest of your day went by quickly and as you got into your car, you let out a long sigh, not wanting to believe that you’d be going to the recording studio to support the man who not only held your heart in his hands but also unknowingly crushed it.

Once inside the studio, it was quite easy to find Jongin’s room, seeing all the staff rushing around with their SM lanyards on, similar to the one you had on. You walked into his room, expecting to be greeted by a loud Jongin, but instead, you were met with the blank stares of his fellow members, Chanyeol, Baekhyun, and Sehun. Baekhyun was the only one who acknowledged you while the other two simply looked back down at their phones, thinking you were another staff member. “Ah, so you must be the wonderful y/n that our Jonginnie is always talking about! That idiot is always telling us about you, we were just wondering when we’d be able to meet him. He may fall in love quickly but he does have good judgment if you know what I mean.”

Both of the other members immediately perked up upon realizing who you were as your cheeks turned a bright shade of pink after hearing Baekhyun’s words. “J-Jongin talks about me?”

Baekhyun let out one of his big laughs before responding, “All the time! I can’t believe it took him this long to ask you out.”

If it was even humanly possible, you swear you turned even more pink. “Oh, we’re not dating. I think you’ve got me confused with another girl.” Your mind flew back to the text Jongin had accidentally sent you and all your emotions were about to come flooding back to you.

At that moment, Jongin entered the room and walked right into you. Baekhyun caught you, preventing you from what would’ve been an embarrassing fall, however, he only took it as an opportunity to push you right back into Jongin’s arms while yelling, “Ya! Kim Jongin, you idiot! I didn’t raise you to be such a coward, just ask her out already!” He then proceeded to bulldoze both of you out of the room and close the door while Chanyeol and Sehun only laughed while recording the whole thing, probably to send in their group chat later for the others to see.

Once both of you processed what just happened, you and Jongin looked at each other and he immediately released you from his hold and looked at the ground. You took this moment to appreciate his stylists for doing such a good job. He was wearing a full navy blue suit, similar to the legendary red one he wore in the Love Shot music video, further accentuating the light brown contacts he had in his eyes. He brought his hands to your shoulders before taking a deep breath and meeting your eyes.

“Y/n-”

“Jongin-” you both said, at the same time.

“Oh, sorry, you go first.” You blurted out, your heart already racing.

He lightly squeezed your shoulders before saying, “I don’t know how much they told you in there but I suppose you probably already know that I...like you.”

The look on your face told him otherwise. “Weren’t you texting Baekhyun about another girl? A ‘special girl?’ That text you accidentally sent me instead of Baekhyun...” You trailed off at the end, thinking about how stupid you must look.

Jongin dropped his hands to your waist as he threw his head back in laughter before looking back at you. “No, you silly, we were talking about you. You told me you’d come to my first performance, remember?” Everything began to come together for you and you couldn’t believe that Jongin, the perfect man in front of you, had been talking about you to his members and that he likes you. Jongin saved you from further embarrassment when his hands trailed off your waist to find your own hands as he intertwined your fingers and pulled you closer “I’ve tried so many times to do this but I was always too scared of what would happen.” Your eyes locked with his gorgeous hazel masked ones that made it even harder to look away. “I really like you but I didn’t know if you liked me back which is why I never had the strength to ask you out. I was afraid of rejection, but at this point, I don’t think I have much else to lose with what Baekhyun hyung just did. It’s okay if you don’t like me back, I just want-”

As usual, you had to stop his endless rambling, but this time you did it with a quick kiss on his cheek. “I like you too, Jongin.”

Your eyes briefly met his before he enveloped you in a bone-crushing hug. His lips next to your ear, whispering the words he never thought he’d be able to say to you. “Will you be mine?”

“Only if you’ll be my boyfriend.”

He let you go only briefly so he could cup your cheeks and land a light kiss on your lips, both of your eyes fluttering closed, only to reopen suddenly at the sound of the other three members cheering from the doorway, all of them holding their phones up and recording the scene in front of them. You tried to pull away from Jongin but he only grabbed your waist and pulled you even closer.

“Jongin what are you-” you began, already having experienced enough embarrassment for a whole lifetime.

“Shhhh, just follow my lead,” he muttered before kissing you again “come on, just ‘groove’ with it” he said, between kisses, imitating your own words, igniting a fire in you as you remember teasing him with it during one of your most intimate practicing sessions together and you started kissing him back, moving your lips with his, much to the members’ disgust.

“Ewww” Sehun whined, right before Baekhyun and Chanyeol made simultaneous coughing and gagging sounds.

Hearing their reactions, Jongin’s lips finally left yours, a playful smile on his face before pulling you into another hug, this one full of warmth and affection. “Thank you y/n, thank you for giving me this chance. I’ll make you happy, I promise.”

You pulled back to face him, “thank you too, Jongin. Maybe it’s just our thing to ‘groove’ together” you said, bringing a finger up and playfully booping his nose.

He rolled his eyes at you before pushing your head back into his shoulder and letting you both enjoy the feeling of each other’s embrace, momentarily forgetting about the other three men standing in the doorway until they started making repulsive noises again.

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severetimetravelnerd · 4 years ago

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Hatred and Love (ft. G Dragon) Mafia AU

Part 5

Jiyong finally asks you about Jongin.

(I don’t own any of the images used. All credit goes to the original owners.)

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Okay, so this is a mafia AU. It has appearances from Daesung, Taeyang, TOP, Mino, Hanbin and EXO (mostly Kai). This continues with the EXO storyline, but again, I have nothing against EXO :)) I love them, but I had to use someone for the plot

Warnings: Violence, Death(not main character), Injury, Blood, Eventual smut, Abduction, Guns and Knives, language, emotional breakdown. This chapter has the beginning of hardcore smut. In this chapter, we have masturbation and slight degradation kink.

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Jiyong held you a little closer before he pulled the trigger. Your legs gave way and you fell to the ground. Jiyong quietly knelt next to you and lifted you up in his arms, checking with you to see if it was okay to do that. Your hands were shaking as they wrapped around his neck. You turned around, half scared to see Minhyuk’s body when Jiyong tilted your head back towards him.

“Don’t Y/N. I’ve made you see enough blood already. You shouldn’t have to see this as well.”

You didn’t argue with him, just trying to gather yourself. He paused before his door, and hesitantly, he asked,

“Y/N, I don’t know if you’re okay with staying in this room. If you aren’t, we can go to my room.”

You gave him a barely perceptible nod for him to go ahead and he took you to his room, gently laying you down on the bed. He was about to move back to give you your space, but he stopped when he heard your soft voice whispering,

“Jiyong?”

He sat back down next to you immediately, gently holding your hand.

“Yes, my love?”

He didn’t even realise the switch when he called you that. It felt so natural to him. You did though, and you couldn’t stop staring at him, trying to figure out what he was thinking. He looked at you with so much love, but he managed to shoot you. You just couldn’t understand him. He snapped you out of your thoughts when he carefully asked,

“Y/N, why is EXO’s Jongin looking for you?”

You raised your eyebrows.

“EXO? What’s that?”

Jiyong sighed and leaned back.

“So, you didn’t know Y/N.”

You snapped.

“What didn’t I know Jiyong?!”

He looked away and mumbled something you couldn’t hear.

“Jiyong, I can’t hear you.”

He slowly said,

“Jongin, your friend, is part of a mafia gang called EXO.”

You started laughing. Jiyong just stared at you uneasily, not quite knowing what to make of your laughter.

“Oh my god, why does this kind of stuff have to happen to me? How is it that Jongin is part of the mafia? The Jongin who can barely work a printer on his own?”

Jiyong just held your hand, knowing that you were actually upset. Calming yourself down, you asked,

“What role does Jongin have in EXO?”

Jiyong carefully watched you and said,

“He’s the guy you go to when you want to get rid of someone discreetly.”

You shuddered, unable to believe it. You didn’t want to ask, but curiosity got the better of you.

“Jiyong, who does that here?”

He raised his eyebrows at you, unable to hide his surprise at your curiosity. He answered with a cautious smile on his face.

“Seunghyun hyung does.”

And you know what? Somehow, you weren’t surprised. You had expected it.

“What does Hanbin do, Jiyong?”

“Hanbin’s in charge of covering up. Making up a believable cover story for our jobs.”

You nodded. The two of you sat there in silence for a while, the sound of Jiyong’s breathing and the scent of his cologne comforting you. Jiyong suddenly jumped up, remembering something. He called Daesung.

“Dae, take care of the body in Y/N’s room. Find out how he got in and up the security. We can’t have something like that happening again.”

He cut the call and called up Mino.

“Mino, find out why Jongin is looking for her. Find Hanbin. He was with Jongin. Make sure he’s okay.”

He looked at your worried face. You were terrified for Hanbin, but you were also scared for Jongin. You knew he lied to you, and you weren’t going to forgive him for that anytime soon, but you still didn’t want him dead. You had seen how ruthless they were.

“Don’t harm or capture Jongin, even if you can. We don’t want to start a war with EXO.”

Mino winced and let out a sigh.

“Hyung, I don’t think that’s going to be possible. Hanbin is fine, and he’s on his way back, but EXO has called for a meeting. All nine of them are going to be there. We don’t have much of a choice this time, Jiyong hyung. They’re saying we’re trying to start a gang war by abducting Jongin’s girlfriend. They’re jumping at this opportunity, because ever since they lost some of the Hongdae area to us, they’ve been looking for an excuse to do this. We’ll all have to go. It’s going to be soon.”

Jiyong didn’t hear anything Mino said after

“Jongin’s girlfriend.”

Jiyong turned to look at you in shock, wondering whether it was true. You looked back at him, wondering what he was thinking about. He didn’t care about anything else. He just wanted to know whether you had lied to him. His voice sounding angry, he said,

“Y/N, are you dating someone?”

You don’t know why you didn’t just reply saying, “No.” Maybe it was because he was incredibly hot when he was angry, but you got distracted. Maybe it was because of the adrenaline after the attack. Maybe it was just because you liked him, but you wanted nothing more than to pepper that gorgeous jawline with kisses. You then got distracted by his tattoo, yet again. You couldn’t stop imagining that tattoo on that beautiful skin, glistening with sweat as he lay down next to you after a night well spent. You shook your head to get those thoughts out of your mind. It didn’t work particularly well. All it did was make Jiyong look even angrier. Without meaning to, he moved closer and lowered his voice.

“Y/N, were you lying to me? Are you with Jongin?”

Again, because of his proximity to you, you zoned out. Without meaning to, you shivered a little and you had goose bumps running up your hands. It was only when Jiyong moved back, thinking he was scaring you, that you realised he had asked you a question. You turned and looked at him, slightly flushed.

“I’m sorry Jiyong, I zoned out. What did you say?”

Jiyong looked a little disappointed. He thought you zoned out thinking about Jongin. He sighed, and said,

“Although I feel like I already know the answer, I’m just going to ask you one last time. Y/N, are you dating Jongin?”

You moved a little closer to him, feeling bad that in the process of fantasising about him, you had hurt him.

“Jiyong, I promise I am not dating Jongin, and neither do I have any interest in doing so.”

He froze, a slow smirk coming across his face.

“Say that again Y/N.”

You said it, looking a little confused. Why was he smirking?

“I’m not dating anyone.”

The smirk only deepened.

“No Y/N. The first part of the sentence. Say that again.”

You stared at him, confused, until it finally dawned on you. You had said that bit about fantasising about him out loud. You turned red. You blushed, trying to look for an escape from the incredibly embarrassing situation you were in. He leaned in really close, smiling and said,

“As much as I would love to do all that and more, right now, I have to go attend a meeting, and before I leave, we need to discuss a few things.”

You couldn’t hide the disappointed look on your face as he moved away. He reached for your hand and kissed it.

“I promise I’ll make it up to you later.”

But then his face turned serious.

“Y/N, I need you to be one hundred percent honest with me, because for the first time in my life, I’m going to be honest with someone.”

You nodded.

“Y/N, why is EXO saying you’re Jongin’s girlfriend?”

You shook your head.

“I honestly don’t know. I mean, yeah, he used to flirt with me, but that was just friendly flirting. He was always like that. It was never serious.”

“So, you never said yes to him, right?”

You nodded in agreement.

“Do you like him?”

You just turned to him incredulously.

“Jiyong, I literally just said I was fantasising about you. What more confirmation do you need?”

He hid a smile.

“Okay then Y/N. Would you prefer for us to hand you over to EXO? Because that’s what they’re asking for.”

You shook your head.

“No Jiyong. I wouldn’t.”

He took a deep breath.

“Y/N, do you want to be with me? I should warn you though. Once you agree to be with me and become my girlfriend, your life isn’t going to go back to normal.”

He winced.

“Actually, it’s never really going to go back to normal, because my enemies have figured out what you mean to me, so because of me, you’re constantly at risk. I’m sorry.”

You blinked, trying to take in all that information.

“I’m sorry, and even if you choose not to be with me, I’ll make sure someone will always be protecting you, because you got into this because of me. You’re not a captive here any more. I’ll give you back your phone and wallet once Hanbin gets back. You can leave now if you want. Just please don’t tell anyone anything about us.”

“Jiyong, I want to be with you. I want to stay here with you.”

And again, you saw that smile of his you loved the most. The innocent, gummy smile. Not the sinful smirk or the icy glare. Just a smile radiating happiness.

“Okay then my love.”

He suddenly shifted to a glare.

“Now, I’m going to go make sure EXO knows not to mess with you.”

As he was leaving, you got really mad at Jongin. He never told you he was part of the mafia and then he goes around telling people you’re his girlfriend. You felt a little bad about how worried he would have been, but anger and irritation won over in the end. You started muttering.

“Hmph. Bloody self-entitled pricks. Who are they to decide for me where I want to go? I’m fully capable of deciding for myself.”

Jiyong laughed as he headed over to his closet, pulling out a loose, slightly translucent white shirt. He casually began telling you to use his room while the guys took care of Minhyuk and your security, but you couldn’t focus on anything other than the fact that he was changing in front of you. You could only focus on those beautiful arms and that toned back, wonderfully tan. You had to stop yourself from drooling. He was just humming to himself as he took out some piercings to put on from the drawer. He didn’t wear all his piercings all the time, but oh good lord, when he did, he practically looked like the embodiment of sin. He slowly strapped a few daggers to those beautifully toned thighs and because of that, you couldn’t get those thighs and the thought of riding them out of your head. Finally, he slipped on a jacket and was about to leave, coming close and kissing your forehead first.

“Sweetheart, you stay here okay. No one other than me can enter these rooms from the outside. You’ll be safe here.”

And as he left, you got a whiff of his cologne, driving you insane. After he left, you shook those dirty thoughts out of your head. You really needed to get laid. You knew if you stayed awake, you wouldn’t be able to stay sane from those thoughts, so you just buried yourself into the bed, desperate for sleep.

Your eyes watered as you gagged, feeling him grab your head and buck his hips into your mouth more forcefully, making the definite transition from getting a blowjob to fucking your face. You loved it. You were getting wetter and wetter and you desperately needed some relief. Your hands travelled down your body, finding their way to your clit and rubbing frantically for some relief. You felt your hands being grabbed harshly as Jiyong pulled them away, holding them above your head with one of his hands while the other one harshly pinched your nipples. He bent down and harshly whispered in your ear,

“My little slut couldn’t stop touching herself huh. Don’t you think you need a punishment?”

You had just moaned out a

“Yes”,

when you woke up, finding yourself alone on the bed in Jiyong’s room, flushed, breathless and incredibly wet. You were desperate. You needed relief. You couldn’t remember the last time you got laid. And the thirst trap that is Kwon Jiyong wasn’t helping. Just thinking back to his toned body made your nipples hard. You were so bloody desperate that you decided to be reckless. You took one quick look around and slipped off the pants and panties you were wearing and leaned back against the pillows. You closed your eyes, trying to relive that dream. You let your hand gently run across your thighs and your breasts, enjoying the stream of goose bumps that followed. You slowly let yourself go, tricking yourself into believing they were Jiyong’s. He would never not tease you, so you slowly starting twirling your hands around your nipples, waiting until they were almost painfully hard before actually touching them. You let out a moan from how good that felt. Slowly, you let your hands travel down, letting it reach for your clit. You didn’t allow yourself to put pressure on it, no matter how much you wanted to. You moved in teasing little circles around it, slowly feeling yourself get wetter and wetter. You moved on to slowly sliding your fingers up and down, relishing the increased pressure. Slowly, you started putted more pressure and you moved on to your clit, you slow rubbing turning more frantic by the second. Your other hand slowly moved up to pinch your nipples, harder and harder, still not hard enough for you. When you were at a frantic pace, and it was really hitting the right spot, you arched your back, threw your head back and moaned,

“Jiyong”.

You nearly died from the shock when you heard him say,

“Yes?”

You opened your eyes, shivering from anticipation of what you knew was going to come when you saw him standing there, a foot away from the bed, eyes dark with lust, lips curled in a smirk. He slowly uncuffed his shirt and rolled his sleeves up, his eyes never leaving you. He walked over to you, unbuttoning a bit of his shirt as he did. Eyes incredibly dark, he removed his belt and finally took your hands and said, “Looks like someone needs to be punished.”

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mynameisminhooooo · 5 years ago

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They get to spend all of quarantine with their s/o (Monsta X)

Request : Hi!! Could you do an exo and/or Monsta x reaction to getting to spend all of quarantine with you?

Sorry I put in bullet points bc it's felt like it made more sense? Sorry if you didn't like that. I also included what y'all would do. Bc why not¿

Shownu :

Omg this precious little bear was beyond excited to spend quarantine

Like as soon as his manager said plans were cancelled until further notice he ran out of the practice room

"Y/n I'm staying with you during quarantine..."

"Oh. Aight"

Your guy's quarantine consisted of laying in bed from the moment you woke up till 4 pm

As well as making a lot of food

And taking baths bc social distancing who?

Leads to other things 34% if the time, bc why not??

And of course singing together and him teaching you how to dance to all the songs

Cooking with this dude, where do I start

100% chance of making a mess

Would knock over bowls of side dishes while trying to grab a towel to wipe his hands

Just smiled at you when the food is all over the ground

Talking to the other members over the phone during dinner so it was like you guys were all eating together

Taking food to the other members and leaving it on the doorstep

One time they came outside before he was able to run back to the car and he was convinced he was contaminated

You had to spray him with Lysol to make him feel better

Him just being a whole lil bear the whole time

You guys would go on walks when you'd feel couped up too much

Y'all would be that extremely cute ass couple during quarantine

"I'm so glad I got to spend my quarantine with you" he'd say while kissing your forehead

"I love you y/n"

"I love me too, but your cool too"

"That's not funny" cue pout

Wonho :

Would literally be so happy to spend time with you

Hasn't seen you in like 2 weeks because of his rigorous schedule

When he finally gets to you're guy's apartment he'd just drop all his stuff and run to you, wrapping you in the biggest hug

You guys would eat until you couldn't breath

Ordering take out everyday sometimes for all 3 meals

You guys would take an online art class because why not

Video chatting his family and ofc the members to make sure everyone was well and healthy

Calling his mom 3 times a day

Would be the person who stocks up on toilet paper

Disinfecting everything every morning

Singing karaoke every day after dinner

Doing workouts in the living room because you guys gained weight and he wanted to watch his gorgeous figure

You'd help him write lyrics

You guys would try to be productive and do fun things like read at least once every other day

He'd be so happy to spend time with you like omg

Would literally cry when he looked at you sometimes bc he just loves you that much

Your guy's favorite things to do was lay in bed in each other's arms

"I wish we could stay like this forever, I love you so much y/n"

"I love you too, but can you let me go I have to pee really bad"

Your guy's quarantine would honestly be so fun

Minhyuk :

Would honestly act like he didn't want to spend time with you

"I guess I'm stuck with you"

\(-_-)/

"Your so lucky to have me, huh because I bought food"

Supports every small business and buys from all of them so they'd keep going

"I'll have 3 jars of kimchi, 2 bowls of kimchi jjigae, just give me half of everything"

"Minhyuk where are we gonna put all this the fridge is full"

Gives almost all the food to his family and the members

Buys like 2,264 board games

"Hey, you wanna play Monopoly I'll let you win"

Once again \(-_-)/

Fights about the dumbest thing

"I wanted to buy boardwalk!"

Throws your character off the board

Another person who stocks up, but he bought all the ramen

Your guy's quarantine would be so unproductive honestly

Like you guys just sit around playing board games

Listening to music all day everyday

Going for walks when the sun went down

If he sees an animal on the street he is bringing it home for "safety reasons"

"Look y/n this poor pigeon was left on the street"

Did I mention \(-_-)/

"Minhyuk... It's a pigeon"

Dancing throughout the house

He broke the TV while doing a twirl

Blames it on the pigeon, who you guys have name Piggy

Trying on each others clothes

But at the end of the day he'd be so happy he could spend his quarantine with you and Piggy

"I guess your ok to spend time with..."

Kihyun :

He would be so happy to spend time with you

Would be the most precatious person

"Put on gloves y/n"

"I'm changing the channel..."

Would 10/10 spray down everything before you guys touch it

You guys baked a lot during quarantine

Burning almost everything

Would try to make jokes the whole time

They were not good...

He would try to teach you how to hit the highest notes

Him almost breaking the window

Singing together while reading

Would call every member every day to see how they were doing

You guys would try gardening together because you guys got bored

10/10 the type of dude to telling everyone to buy from small business

If he saw anyone in the street outside the window, he'd yell at them

"Get inside!"

"Do you want to die?!"

You guys would people watch

You guys tried everything possible to pass boredom

Yoga, Singing, Staring Contests

If you got sick would literally call an ambulance

"They want to know if you have a fever, are experiencing lethargy, or have a cough?"

"Kihyun I just have a stomach ache"

Would be so relieved when he just found out it was just gas

He would not let you leave the house

"I really care about you, I cant risk you getting sick"

"You do knows there is a 3% chance of death right"

"But I wouldn't be able to see you"

Wow, whatta man

Hyungwon :

He honestly would be one of those ppl who didn't take it very very serious

"You wanna go to the park?"

"We can barely leave our house to get food?!"

"Ok, loser"

Was happy to spend time with you, but he wanted to actually do things with you like go to dinner

He just wanted to spend quality time with you

You guys would just lay in each other's arms everyday watching TV

Blinds closed letting no light in

The members would call you guys because after 3 days of nothing they were worried

"Oh we're fine, we've just been eating, sleeping and watching TV"

You guys would watch watch every variety show they have been on

You guys would try dying your hair by yourselves

"Wow y/n this blue is really nice"

"Blue it was supposed to be lilac"

How???

Shopping online for everything, food, clothes, furniture

"Y/n we need a new couch I just bought one"

\(-_-)/

You guys got erasable markers and literally drew on the wall

But they did not come off...

He would be kind of sad that he couldn't take you anywhere

But being the cutie he is he'd find ways to do cute date ideas at home

Jooheon :

"Guess what I'm coming home for quarantine!!!!"

Literally couldn't wait to hold you in his arms

Would cry when he came home, because he gets to spend time with you for who knows how long

You guys just hold each other and cry

Would follow you everywhere

If you went to get the mail he'd go with, if you needed to run to the store to get food, he's right by you

"Why is the door locked??? Y/n, you alive? Did corona get you???"

"Don't break the door down! I'm taking a bath"

"Ohhh, let me in!"

This little jerk picked the lock

You guys just sat in the tub for like 3 hours talking about what you should do during quarantine

Things you would do together during quarantine include sitting in the tub for 3 hours everyday

Calling his sister every day so he could talk to his cute niece

He would teach you all his rap parts from every song he could

You guys would send the members a goodie package every week with food and toiletries

Because he worried about them

You guys would take online dance class

Because why not???

Tango, Rumba, Foxtrot, Meringue

He would enjoy every minute with you

You're guys little vacation came to a halt when he fractured his fibula after falling down the stairs

He felt bad that you had to take care of him

But he was so grateful to have you by his side to help him

"Y/n you don't have to get up I can go to the kitchen to get a fork"

Could barely get off the couch

"Just please sit hear"

"So like you wanna bang?"

"No, I want you to get better"

After he got injured he just got so sad that he couldn't do anything with you really anymore

"I love you y/n"

"I love you too"

I.M :

He already was used to seeing you basically everyday

The only difference was you guys got to stay home

You guys didn't even have to change your schedule

He was grateful that he was able to wake up to you every morning tho

"Good morning, cutie"

"Why are you so close??"

Would be so nice the entire quarantine

Need him to wash your hair, just yell for him

Need something off the top shelf

He got it covered

There would be days where you guys just laid in bed the whole day though

You had online school throughout this time

"Y/n hang out with me!¡!¡"

"I'm doing homework for my English class"

"But I'm cuter than English class"

*insert pouty face*

Would try to get in your pants every other hour

You'd let him because ofc

"No, not now Changkyunnie..."

"Yes, now... Pleaseeeeee"

All the members would worry about you because you guys were the youngest and they thought you wouldn't take this seriously

Y'all did though, you only left the house for food

"Y/n am I cute?"

"No, now go to sleep"

"But I love you and I miss you"

"I'm right next to you and it's 3 am"

Bro. Idk why but this drained me I'm gonna write the exo one different bc I literally ran out of ideas of what to do doing quarantine.

#monsta x #monsta x wonho #monsta x shownu #monsta x jooheon #monsta x i.m #monsta x kihyun #monsta x minhyuk #monsta x hyungwon #chae hyungwon #lee jooheon #yoo kihyun #lee minhyuk #lim changkyun #im changkyun #son hyunwoo #shin hoseok #shin wonho #monsta x reaction #kpop reaction

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oohfluffy · 5 years ago

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TIHM Ch.14 | BBH

Group: EXO

Member: Byun Baekhyun

Theme: Angst | Fluff | Rated M | University!AU | Football!AU

Word Count: 2,615

chapter 14

"Aren't you going to introduce us to that young gentleman, Saejin-ah?"

You groaned as you heard Jisoo's voice behind you. You were on cashier duty tonight while Hyunjin worked as the errand boy. You glanced at the gentleman she's been asking about since you got here, and saw how he was attracting too much attention from girls.

"I told you he's just someone from the university. He insisted on taking me here and I was running late, I didn't have any better option." You frowned as you saw Baekhyun talking to a girl who suddenly stood beside his table. He ordered an americano earlier as soon as you arrived, and then ordered a chocolate muffin after a few minutes. "He's a chick-magnet as you can see."

"Hmm, really? Just someone?" Jisoo teased while raising her eyebrows up and down. You shook your head and looked away from that one distraction. You instantly smiled as a customer entered and went to the counter in front of you. "Why is he still here then?"

You quickly took the customer's order and worked as if nothing was bothering you at the moment. You gave the customer her receipt with an order number. When she left, you couldn't help but to glance up again. You saw Baekhyun looking back at you, a cute smile curving on his lips. You looked away as you noticed that the girl's still there.

"I don't know, unnie. Maybe to fill his stomach."

"Oh, you mean his stomach?"

You looked at Jisoo in confusion until you realized that she was referring to a different stomach. She laughed at your flushing face. You grunted as you rolled your eyes.

"I wouldn't be surprised if he's here to find someone to hook up with, honey. He looks like a—"

"—playboy? Yes, he is." You scoffed as you glared at the monitor in front of you. "He probably did half of the student population already, I honestly wouldn't be shocked."

"Why do I feel like I detect jealousy and bitterness in your voice—"

"You're just getting older, unnie. You're hearing things."

"Oh, oh! He's raising his hand! Go get his order, Saejin!" You felt Jisoo's push beside you, and in a second, she was taking your place in the cashier. You incredulously looked at her, ready to argue when a couple entered the cafe. "Go! Rocky is in the bathroom, Yeonjun is busy!"

You looked around and saw that what she said was true. You sighed before walking to Baekhyun's table, putting on a polite smile on your lips. Your teeth gritted as you saw that the girl was still talking to him and already took a seat in front of him. Baekhyun had his eyes on you the whole time as if there wasn't anyone talking in front of him.

"What can I get you, sir?" You nodded at him before looking at the girl. She stopped talking when you arrived, her eyes filled with disappointment and annoyance.

"We don't need anything, waitress. You can go." The girl snapped as she looked up at you.

"Wasn't talking to you though." You raised your eyebrow at her, causing her to gasp at your audacity to talk back. You just drifted your gaze to Baekhyun, who was grinning proudly at you. "Order?"

"Two slices of mango graham cake, please." He said without taking his eyes off of you. The girl was still gaping at you, and you didn't care if you sounded rude. You had a name tag and she chose to call you waitress. "And a little bit of your time too."

"The former would be served in a few, but unfortunately," You squint your eyes at him, making his lips pout. "the latter is not on the menu, sir."

Baekhyun, being Baekhyun, just shamelessly grabbed your waist by the side, surprising not just you, but almost the whole cafe. You widened your eyes at him threateningly, but that doesn't seem to make him waver.

"I'll wait 'till your shift ends then." He mumbled as he nuzzled on your waist, caressing the sides of your hips. Your cheeks were on fire, in contrast to your current state right now which is being frozen on the spot. "Just got a bit lonely without my baby—"

You forced yourself to pull away from him, fighting the urge to hit him on his stupid handsome face. Baekhyun clicked his tongue as soon as you stepped back. You glared at him silently, making him sit up straight with a nervous smile.

"Please wait for a minute, sir." You turned your back on him before walking straight back to the counter. You couldn't even try to look around as you felt their eyes on you. Your face was blank as you did, but when you saw Jisoo's smirk, you lost it.

"Just someone, huh? I could tell." She winked, making you groan as you walked past her. You told her the order before entering the kitchen. "Hey! You serve these!"

It was already almost 11, and everyone was cleaning up. When you got out of the lockers area, you didn't see Baekhyun. After serving those cakes, which he devoured alone because you refused to join him (the girl was gone when you came back btw), you hadn't spared a glance at him since he was the only source of distraction while you worked. You didn't expect him to stay until you closed the cafe anyway.

"We can clean up this time, Saejin-ah. You must have had a long day." Mingyu said as he wiped the tables, Rocky and Yeonjun were mopping the floor. Jisoo and Somi went ahead already since they need to catch the bus, being the ones who live the farthest among all of you. "We'll lock the place up."

"I could still help—"

"Just go, noona! Your boyfriend is waiting outside." Your eyebrows furrowed as Yeonjun said that. You tilted your head in confusion.

"Ah yes, that guy you went with earlier is waiting for you." Mingyu glanced at you with curious eyes. "Your boyfriend? Saw you—"

"No. Just some acquaintance in school." You mumbled under your breath before smiling at him. "I guess I'll get going then." You waved your hands at the younger boys before going outside.

"Thought you'd be sleeping inside." Baekhyun let out a breath as he opened the front seat door for you. You chuckled at his comment, and willingly entered inside his warm car.

"If I was, I should've brought a blanket and a pillow, you know."

He quickly closed your door and went to the other side to enter. You feel grateful that you won't be waiting outside the bus stop at this hour. It was exhausting and scary. You glanced at Baekhyun with a serious face, feeling warm at his smile.

"Thank you for waiting for me, even though you really didn't have to."

He turned on the engine before looking back at you.

"I arrived with you here, I leave with you." He winked, reaching your hand that rests on your lap. You flinched at his touch, relaxing as he caressed it with his beautiful and slender fingers. His eyebrows furrowed at your reaction, noticing that you always seem to be too nervous whenever he touches you. Was it disgust? Discomfort?

"T-Thanks." You stuttered as you pulled your hand away from him, looking away as you saw him stare at you deeply. Baekhyun was wrong. He started driving with a single thought.

It was fear with recognition.

—

You closed your locker with a slam, startling the people murmuring around you. You glared at them, making them all look away.

If they think you can't hear them from here, you would like to make them know that both of your ears are totally working.

"These people just can't seem to stop gossiping about others." You mumbled loudly as you walked past the crowding students within the hallway. They made way for you, separating like the Red Sea when Moses walked by.

"I heard she brought Lisa to the building near the field!"

"OH MY G! The haunted one?!"

"How dare she do that to the new captain?!"

"I think she needs a lesson about respecting others, don't you think—"

"I think you girls need it more."

You were already by the staircase when you heard that loud voice reverberating in the hallway. Your eyebrows raised in curiosity as you glanced behind you. You could see his tall figure from afar, his messy black hair looking like a bird's nest.

"I'm curious what you get out of these stupid threats and gossips." You saw a familiar brown hair beside the tall guy. With his presence, you've confirmed that they were the duo that you often see these days. "It wouldn't make you any prettier, richer, or smarter. I suggest you stop that nonsense."

You incredulously watched as they walked towards the staircase, the crowd parting like how it did earlier. Chanyeol grinned as soon as he saw you gaping at them. While Kyungsoo just smiled as if he wasn't just glaring at the people staring at them.

"Y-You guys didn't have to do that." You almost whispered as they tagged you along with them. They seem to be going upstairs too. "I'm used to their chatters, I don't mind—"

"You're just telling that to yourself, Saejin-ah. No one would want to hear bad things about themselves." Chanyeol grabbed your shoulder casually, squeezing it comfortingly, not even noticing how your eyes widened in surprise. "I too get very sad if I hear someone saying terrible things about me!"

Your mouth protruded as you watched him pout as he talked. Kyungsoo was just shaking his head in disbelief, but with a smile on his face. You calmed yourself down as you walked with them, ignoring the eyes watching you.

"Even though it is better to be composed, and unbothered by those people, you couldn't just always tolerate and accept their threats. It can lead to a very dangerous situation." Kyungsoo said in a serious voice, eyes drifting to your wrist. He remembered the blood trickling down your hand last week. "Bullying should never be tolerated, you know that."

You sighed as you saw that you were nearing your next classroom. You smiled as you pulled away from Chanyeol's hold. You gestured to your room with your hand before stepping away.

"I know that, sunbae. I really appreciate you guys stepping up for me like that, but..." You looked away as you sadly smiled. "...it's better that I handle things by myself. I don't want to be a burden, or be the cause of misunderstandings for you both."

You looked up at them, eyes uneasy and quite uncertain. They just looked at each other with worried faces. You chuckled under your breath, trying to lighten up the mood.

"I'll see you guys around, sunbae." You slightly bowed your head at the both of them before quietly entering the room. You didn't bother looking around as you can already feel their heavy gazes on you. You sat down on the nearest seat by the door at the back, settling down without looking at anyone.

"Did she really hit Lisa yesterday? I heard that her friends were there and witnessed it!"

"Does she have no fear and shame?"

"Aren't Lisa and Baekhyun oppa dating?"

"Oh my, really?!"

"I saw them once before, on the field! They were all over each other!"

"That explains why that bitch laid a hand on Lisa! She must have thought Baekhyun oppa really likes her!"

Your ears felt like bleeding with all the bees buzzing around the room. You felt suffocated with all their nonsense. You just wanted them to shut up and rest eternally. Your eyes flickered to those gossiping people, your blood boiling as they had the face to roll their eyes at you.

Oh, how the truth gets warped as it travels around.

"Just like before." You mumbled as you just focused on your notes, trying to mute your surroundings with your intellectual thoughts. When the professor entered, the noise died down and you sighed in relief.

You could not deny that your lectures and notes are one of your escapes from the cruel world.

The bell rang, signalling the end of the session. You packed up as quick as you could, silently mumbling disappointed comments on how late your professor let you out. When you slid the door open, you almost shrieked in surprise as you were greeted by that all too familiar rectangular smile.

"B-Baekhyun." You breathlessly said his name, eyes wide while you took in his presence. He abruptly grabbed your bag from your hold, making you jump. "Hey!"

You thought he would run away with it, letting you chase him so you would follow. But he didn't.

Instead, he held your hand and intertwined your fingers tightly with his.

"Let's go to work, then." He mumbled, eyes fondly staring into yours before dragging you away with him. "Wouldn't want to be late."

Your mouth hung open as he walked casually past the murmuring students. You kept your eyes down, not wanting to see how those people were looking at you—

"Chin up, love." He whispered with a low voice as he squeezed your hand in comfort.

"Let them see how pretty my baby is."

In the past 21 years of your life, you haven't felt as if you're at the peak of your self-esteem. You always saw yourself as average, not too much nor too little. You were satisfied being in the middle.

Never have you thought you'd feel this way with just Baekhyun's eight worded sentence.

Your eyes met his as you looked up, his own crinkling in delight and pride when you did. Baekhyun looked back at the front, grinning widely as if he just won the jackpot. You didn't feel your skin crawling in perturbation and shame as you walked with him.

How could someone make me feel this secure and valued?

"Thank you, Baekhyun-ah." You whispered with a smile on your face, looking at the side when you saw him look back with wide eyes. His lips couldn't contain the huge smile he was forming.

He thought that maybe he was way past the acquaintance zone.

—

"Never knew Lee Saejin was that kind of person."

"I know right! She was this friendly and thoughtful person, but argh, her true colors showed."

"I heard that her best friend, I repeat, her best friend witnessed how Saejin drugged a senior to bed with him!"

"What a slut!"

"I kind of sympathize with Yong Sun, she's probably too good for Saejin."

"I also heard from their batch that that bitch also wanted Hyoseop sunbae! Just imagine if she did drug him instead!"

"She'd be dead in a heartbeat!"

"Here she comes!"

With your gaze downwards, you gripped on your bag straps tight. Your eyes welled up easily as you heard the talks softened, you heard their gossips earlier anyway. You sniffled quietly and went to your locker.

You quickly opened it, only to be showered with red crumpled papers from the inside. Most of it fell on your feet, the sound of their rough edges hitting against the floor. Your hands shook as you reached out for one that was left in your locker. The cruel giggles and laughs were your background music as you opened the red paper, seemingly like a paper dipped with blood.

Your tears fell as you read the message scribbled on the paper.

CONGRATULATIONS FOR BEING THE SLUT OF THE YEAR, LEE SAEJIN! HOPE YOU LIKE ALL THE HATE YOU'LL BE GETTING.

You just wanted to disappear.

—

Tagging my loves: ❤

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♫ Ch.15

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i-do-trash-fanfictions · 4 years ago

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Thera’s Journal Entry #24

(Wasn’t sure what to do for this one. Finally I decided on a ship race)

I was relaxing, reading one of my books, when Ann busted through the door.

“We’re in a race.” She stated, as if I had no say in the matter.

“Sparrow or ship?”

“Ship. You can’t back out, I already signed up you and the Queen of Hearts.”

“Ann, you’ve really got to start asking me before you do stuff like this.” I said, standing up and shaking my head. I left my book on my nightstand. Scout got up and floated above my shoulder.

“But you’re in, right?”

“I haven’t got a choice.”

She pumped a fist in the air. “Awesome! The race starts in fourty-five minutes, but Guardians have already headed to the EDZ to place bets and get their ships ready. Let’s go.”

I sighed and left the room, locking the sliding metal door behind me with a finger scan.

“Are you placing any bets?” Scout asked me as we walked. Ann was practically skipping beside me.

“Maybe one or two. The Queen of Hearts has never let me down before, I doubt it will this time. Probably will just be, I don’t know, a thousand glimmer bet?”

Scout sighed. “You sure you want to put that much on a race?”

“First of all, I won’t lose. Second of all, even if I do lose, with as many missions I go on, I’ll make double that in a day.”

“If you say so.”

We reached the hangar. Ann headed to her ship, a model called the unsecured/OUTCRY. She had changed it’s name to Trailblazer. I headed to the Queen of Hearts.

I sat in the pilot’s seat and opened up coms on the console in front of me. Then I started up the ship.

“Coordinates?” I asked Ann.

She sent them to me, I typed them in, and we left the hangar and headed into orbit.

“So, how big’s this race?” I asked, leaning back in my seat.

“They hold it once a month. Guardians put a lot of money on it. The ones that are in the race, and the ones who watch.”

“Is it filmed or something?”

“Yeah, it is. After they upload it, all the Guardians in the Tower can see it.”

“I’ll try to give them a show.” I said as we exited orbit and neared the ground. Ann showed me where to go, and we landed near a lot of other ships.

Guardians were all over the place. Some stood around talking. Some bought food (there were a few small stands spread around the place, I guessed it was a few mortals who wanted to watch the race).

There were a few screen consoles standing in places. I asked Ann, and she said it was directed live to those that showed up. Anyone who didn’t show up would have to wait till later that night.

We exited the ship and I bought a corndog as Ann disappeared to sign us in, that way they had known that we showed up.

I finished off my food and went around the place to see who the competition was, while also taking a look at the other ships. A lot of the color schemes were colorful, some were normal. But it wasn’t how flashy they were that mattered. It was how fast they were.

“Didn’t think you’d be racing.” A male voice stated behind me.

I turned around to see an exo sporting a hunter cape.

“Well, I had a friend who already signed me in. But I could use some old fashioned action like this. I remember that way back when, I’d get my ship and me and my old fireteam would do stuff like this.”

“Now you’re all tied down by the Vanguard, huh?”

“That isn’t true. If I wanna leave, I can leave, they can’t do a thing about it. I stay for the good of the city.”

“Spoken like a true hero.” He put his hand out. “Name’s Issac-3.”

“Thera. But you already knew that.”

“Yep. You doing bets?”

“Maybe. Betcha five hundred glimmer I’ll make it first.”

“I’ll betcha one thousand five hundred, that I’ll make it first.” He said, in a challenging tone.

“Three thousand. I win, you owe me three thousand glimmer, if you win, I owe you.”

“Deal.” We shook on it just as Ann walked up.

“You’re already doing bets?”

“I’ve got confidence.”

“Come on. There’s this drink I want you to try.” Ann led me away by the hand, eager to show me what was there and have me try some of the food.

For the next half-hour we talked to the other Guardians there (most were hunters, which didn’t surprise me), and tried new foods (note to self: figure out how to make deep fried oreos). For the last five minutes I headed back to my ship and opened up coms to the leader of the race. He would tell us when to head to the starting point, which was above a long valley, and when we had ended. We would do a circle around the area, and would end up back and the valley. He would also tell us if we were doing something that was considered cheating.

I set up my playlist until there was a blinking light on my console. Issac was requesting for us to open up a comlink. I did so.

“You here to back down on that bet?” I asked him.

“Not a chance. Just wanted to make sure there would be no hard feelings when I win.”

“Who said you were gonna win?”

“Hey, now how do we know that neither of you are going to win?” Ann said. “What if I win?”

“If you win, I’ll give you five thousand. But there is no way you’re going to win against the Queen of Hearts.” I said.

“Sure, sure.”

“Alright, everybody needs to head to the starting point of the race.” Came the announcers voice.

Ann muted herself and Issac did the same.

Ships took off and we stayed floating far above the valley. Trailblazer was right beside me. I couldn’t see through the tinted windows, but I was sure that Ann was grinning.

“Everybody get ready. And... go!”

Thrusters started up and engines roared as the ships all took off.

“Scout, you know what to do.”

Welcome to the Jungle started to play on the speakers. I turned it down a little bit, just so that I could still hear the announcer.

Ahead of me was a narrow crevice. Two small mountains stood next to each other, leaving a small gap between them, big enough for three ships to fit in a row, as long as they were tilted to the side.

I moved through it with ease, with Ann right on my tail. I laughed and gave the Queen of Hearts a burst of speed before slowing down again. I remembered a time where Zane and I had gone racing and I had overloaded my engine. A little bit later I saw Issac’s ship pass me. I growled and sped up again. I refused to lose to him.

I couldn’t help but be a bit competitive.

I was right on his tail, but every time I tired to pass him, he moved so I couldn’t. I growled again and gave another quick burst of speed. I angled my ship up, and moved up and over him before he had a chance to stop me.

“Racers, turn left here. You’ll turn left again when you reach a thin, rocky mountain. You can’t miss it.”

I turned left as the announcer said. Issac tried to speed up to pass me, but I sped up as well. I laughed again. I wasn’t sure what place Ann was in, I only knew that I was first, and that Issac was second. He tried to pass me every chance he could, but I stopped him every time.

A mountain stood in front of the path we were all taking and I split to the left while Issac took the right. We nearly collided when we both met on the other side. Issac was in the lead once more. I sped up and didn’t stop it.

“Thera, if you overheat the engine-” Scout warned.

“I’m not going to overheat the engine.”

“Yes you are,” I heard Scout mumble.

I turned left again, as the announcer had said and only slowed when Issac was far enough behind me for my liking.

“What place are you in?” I turned on the coms with Ann.

“Like, sixth? I don’t know. I know you’ve taken first place though. HEY!” There was silence for a minute. “Sorry, this guy tried to ram me. Oh, I think I’m in fourth now. I see you and Issac up ahead. He looks like he’s about to speed up, you might want to handle that.”

“My plan is to stay in first, and then once the valley comes into view again, I gun it.”

“Good plan. What happens if Issac passes you?”

“I won’t let him.”

We got off coms again and I watched to make sure that Issac wasn’t trying to pass. Then he did something unexpected. He flew forward, faster than I had expected.

“How did he go that fast?” Scout exclaimed. “No ship goes that fast.”

“That cheat’s probably got some upgrades on it. No way can he keep going like that for long, otherwise he’ll overheat his engine. I have to beat him.”

I gunned it, determined to reach first before he did.

“Thera, if you keep this up, you’ll overheat your engine!”

“I only need to do this long enough for Issac to overheat his.” I never stopped and Issac didn’t either. Until he tilted to the side with smoke coming out of the rear of his ship. He slowed down and I saw him try to straighten out. The valley was just in view. I sped past him, and saw him angle the ship towards the ground.

A warning blared but soon stopped when I slowed down. The Guardian who was now in second place was far behind me, and in another quick minute, I had reached the valley. I swiveled around and landed on the ground. The other ships followed. As I exited the Queen of Hearts I heard cheers around the crowd. People passed around glimmer.

Ann came in third, with an awoken coming in second. The announcer approached me.

“Here we have the winner of the race. Pretty close call right there. We checked the ships before the race to make sure there was no added modifications. His didn’t appear on the scanners.”

“Speaking of the cheat, I have money to collect.”

Ann ran up beside me.

“Let’s go collect it.”

I walked over to where his ship was. It was smoking badly and he stood outside of his ship, looking at it. His Ghost was at his side, scolding him. She saw me approach.

“And you better plan to hand over that three thousand glimmer.” She told him in a stern voice. “I told you cheating wouldn’t work, but you didn’t listen to me.”

He sighed. “Alright, alright. You were right, I was wrong, are ya happy?” A pouch appeared in his hand and he handed it to me. “Three thousand. There.” He growled.

“Oh, and from what I’ve heard, when you’re caught cheating, you’re not allowed to get in another race for six months.” I said as I pocketed the glimmer.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m already getting an earful from my Ghost. I don’t need you to lecture me too.”

“I won’t give you a lecture,” I turned to see the announcer coming forward. “But I think he will. See ya.”

I walked off, glad that I had won the race and the bet.

“I can’t wait to watch that when they upload it.” Ann said. “From what I saw, it was crazy! It was a fight for first and you won!”

I laughed. “Yep.”

“Did you doubt?”

“What, that I was going to win? No, I didn’t doubt.” I was lying.

“Come on, we’ll head back to the city and get some ramen to celebrate this win.” We both walked back to our ships.

Whew! Glad I finally got this done!

With school just coming back from virtual, I’m going to be busy most of the day, and won’t have as much time to write journal entries. I’ll try to publish at least two or three times a week, but there is no way I’ll be able to post everyday like I was before.

#destiny 2 #destiny #destiny guardians #destiny game #theras journal entries

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kpop---scenarios · 4 years ago

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Warning: Mafia Stuff. Violence etc.

Word Count: 1.8k

"Up for two large favors?"

You weren't, but if you were being honest in this moment, you would do whatever you needed to do to eat some food and have some water. You had no idea how long you had actually been trapped in this cement hellhole. The cold concrete floor you sat on was damp, the smell of must lingered in the room. A small cot stood in the corner of the room, a thin blanket laid overtop what you could only assume was a dirty mattress. There was a bucket in the corner you'd have to resort to use, as if this wasn't demeaning already. It might not have been so bad, if maybe you had a window, but you didn't. You couldn't even tell if it was daytime or night time.

"Mhm?" Jaehyun says, his eyebrow arching as they await for your answer.

"I.." you pause, not wanting to agree but at the same time, you need to.

"Take a breath." Mark whispers with a sympathetic smile.

"Spit it out, bitch."Jaehyun snaps, placing the food down on your bed before walking towards you. Your mouth waters at the sight of the glass of water. The ice cubes floating, cooling it down every second as the driblets of moisture slowly trickle down the glass. Your throat dries up instantly, even more than it already was. Your stomach growls at the sight and smell of food. You didnt even care what it was, you wanted to devour it, the smell wafting through the air was pure torture.

Jaehyun stands you up, pressing his body against yours while placing a small kiss on your cheek. "I think the lack of resistance is a yes." He chuckles. Jaehyun rolls his hips against you, only once, to make sure you were aware of how hard he was for you. It made you want to vomit.

"Let's get this party started." Jaehyun says, looking at Mark to do something as he pushes himself off of you, nodding for Mark to take over.

"I'm sorry." Mark whispers as his fingertips gently pull the hem of your shirt up, moving to take it off your body. He managed to get it just over the humps of your breasts before the heavy metal door swings open.

"A little busy here." Jaehyun snaps.

Before your eyes open, you hear a body hit the ground before some mumbling. "Fuck off Mark before you end up like him."

The next thing you know, you can breathe, and you're being carried from the room with a sulking Mark trailing behind.

"Where are you taking me?" You whisper, a little nervous the next spot might be worse than what you were just taken from.

"You'll see." The man announces, bringing you into a nice warm living room.

You're gently placed on the couch while you see Mark being chewed out by Johnny before smacked upside the head. "I'm Doyoung. A friend of.. well.." He trails off, motioning behind him.

"Y/N.." you hear a very familiar voice. Looking up, you are met with the strained and concerned face of your brother, Yuta.

"Yuta.." you breathe, the tears not even hesitating to fall from your eyes. Without a second thought, you stand up, rushing towards him as he welcomes you into his embracing. You finally feel safe.

"Why are you here?" You ask, panicking. "EXO.. Suho.. his money, you're going to get killed." You say, looking around. "You have to go. Now."

"Wait, stop Y/N. Breathe. What are you talking about?" Yuta asks, looking confused.

"EXO took me because you were running drugs for them and took off with a lot of their money! How could you do that? Running drugs! And then stealing money from the Mafia! Are you fucking dumb! You just left me behind with all this going on!" You yell.

"Who told you this?" He asks.

"Suho. He said I'd be paying off your debt since you fucked him over." You tell him, looking around at the other men who also looked confused.

"Yuta? Running drugs for EXO?" Johnny asks, bursting into laughter with the others. "I don't think so."

"So you didn't?" You ask. "I'm so confused." You cry.

"No Y/N, I never ran drugs for EXO. Not sure why I would, considering I'm second in command under Johnny here." He tells you.

"Then.. why?" You ask.

"Suho and I were in the process of making a deal when he told me some people worse than we are were coming after me. I took the money and told him where his drugs would be, and had to leave town for a while. I see now that it was all bullshit." He growls.

"So why did he take me then? And why did Johnny try to sell me back to them for land?" You ask, glaring at Johnny.

"None of them knew about you. I figured the best way to keep you safe was to keep you hidden." Yuta admits. "Looking back on it now, quite a bit of this could have been avoided had I told them." He snaps, glaring at Mark and Jaehyun. "The two of you and I need to have a conversation." He says, pointing to the men who now look ashamed. "But first, let's get you cleaned up. Doyoung, take her up to the spare room and let her shower and get changed before coming back down yo see me. I have some things to take care of." Your brother says, giving you a small kiss on the forehead.

As you follow Doyoung up the stairs you can hear two loud yelps come from the living room, assuming Yuta had something to do with that.

You walked into the conference room after your shower and saw your brother sitting there having what looked like a heated discussion with Johnny.

"Everything okay?" You ask, slowly walking towards them.

"Yes and no." Yuta sighs, looking at Johnny.

"Suho wants to meet with Johnny to discuss getting you back. He doesn't know I'm back yet." Yuta tells you.

"Let's do it." You say. "Let's go. Now."

"Just wait. We need a plan." Johnny chuckles.

"We'll figure it out on the way, let's go." You say. Yuta knows he has no chance of convincing you to think about it for a minute, so he just sighs and agrees, dragging Jaehyun, Jungwoo and Taeil along with him. You ride in the front seat with Johnny, to make sure things look as they should, you can't risk Suho seeing Yuta before it's time.

"What's the plan?" You hear a voice come over the radio. You weren't entirely sure, if you were being honest. The entire thing was still rather confusing to you and there was so much that you didn't understand, but there was one thing you knew.

Suho needed to pay for what he had done. The lies he had told about your brother, making him out to be some sort of terrible person. No one fucks with your family and gets away with it.

"Let Suho try to negotiate with Johnny. There will be a moment for you to come out, Yuta. You'll know." You finish, taking a deep breath.

"10 4." You hear from the other side as you and Johnny pull into the abandoned parking lot.

Your stomach drops as you see Suho standing there, his nicely fitted suit clinging to his muscles perfectly. You didn't like him at the moment, but that didn't mean he didn't make your heart flutter or your pussy drip, just a bit.

You can see his smile as you get out of the car, walking towards him. "Hello, baby girl." He purrs, giving you a small wink. "Johnny." He nods.

"Suho. Now, let's talk terms." Johnny says, clearing his throat.

"I want Y/N." Suho says. "It's simple."

"And I want half of district 9." Johnny grins. "And we both know she's more than worth it." Johnny chuckles, slapping your ass.

You can see Suho visibly tense at Johnny's advances towards you. "Don't." Suho spits through a clenched jaw. "Take it. Just give her back."

"I believe I told you I wanted you nowhere near my sister, Jun." Yuta says, walking from behind you. "You have never been a very good listener." He chuckles, without humor.

"W-what are you doing here?" Suho asks, taken aback by his presence.

"Well, when I heard my sister had been taken, I came back as soon as I could but I'm sure you know why it took so long, well with all the obstacles you set." Yuta says. "Trying to have me arrested, kidnapped, banned from coming into the country. It was a good effort I'll admit, but I don't think you remember who the fuck I am. You may be older than I am, been around longer but I'm smarter and have more connections." Yuta smiles, walking closer to Suho. "I know your men are around here, should we tell them about our little deal? Or about your lies about me? I never worked for you, and you know that. I never stole money from you. If I recall, after I was paid for our deal, you told me I needed to get out of town, but not to worry because you would handle everything. Was it all just a lie? And for what? My sister?" He asks, cocking his head to the side.

"How else was I supposed to have her? I knew the rest of NCT didn't know about her and with you out of the picture it made it so much easier to have what I wanted." Suho smirked.

"I never wanted her to know about any of this! Let alone be involved!" Yuta yells. "Now you've gotten her in trouble, put her life at risk more than once, and you'll never see her again." He spits. "Johnny, Y/N, get in the car."

Without any hesitation you climb into the passenger seat with Johnny in the drivers. You watch in silence as Yuta says a few more words to Suho before turning his back to walk away.

You're too slow to warn Yuta about Suho pulling his gun out. You can't unlock your car door fast enough to open the door and yell at him to duck. All you can do is sit and watch in horror as a dark and sinister smile spreads across Suho's face as he takes his finger, pulling the trigger twice, shooting your brother in the back.

When you finally do make it out of the car, you hover over your brother as he gasps for air. "Call 911!" You scream, tears dripping down your face. "Someone help!" You cry out. "Please Yuta, I need you. Please don't leave me. Please I just got you back."

"Grab her." You hear from behind you. Within seconds, you're picked up from the ground and taken away from your brother and Johnny. You're placed in the back seat of a car, Minseok beside you, his face stone cold as Suho quickly drives the car away.

Away from Johnny who's doing anything he can to save your brother, and away from your brother, who you just know is now dead.

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sweet but psycho XVI

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summary: You wake up in Junmyeon's bed, with a pounding headache. After a fairly nude encounter with him in the bathroom you find something interesting on his, something that could mean bad news for BTS. But what do you do with his information? And what happens when you find an unexpected new drinking buddy?

word count: 7k

pairing: multiple members of EXO x fem!reader

tags/warnings: (these will mostly be the same for the entire series) Mafia AU, any kind of weapon, mayor character death, mention of blood, angst, mention of loss, descriptive death and fighting, smut in future chapters, kidnapping, stealing, hacking, Stockholm syndrome. mention of BTS , NCT and GOT7

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By the time we had gotten back to the house it was already way past midnight. We had dropped the girls off at Kate's place as Jongin suggested it would be better for them to be together. When Chanyeol parked the car in the garage, I was beyond tired. I had passed out on Kris's shoulder multiple times already, but every time I had been woken up by the car shaking. When the car had finally come to a stop I let out a deep sigh and waited for Kris to open the door. My head was thrown back against my headrest, when I finally heard the door slide open.

When I was about to crawl to the door I felt someone wrap their arms under my legs and back, before lifting me off the seat and out of the car. 'I can walk you know' I muttered to the person, who I assumed to be Kris. I knew I was right when I heard him chuckle above me. 'I'm sure you can' he taunted causing me to groan and throw my head over his arm. My head was now dangling upside down as he walked through the big doors and stepped inside the house.

'Uhh, is she ok?' I heard a familiar voice ask, before the moving of chairs was heard and a few footsteps came our way. With my head still in the same position I noticed a figure walk towards us. 'You shouldn't keep your head in that position, you'll throw up' Another voice spoke before I felt a warm palm to the back of my head. As he pushed my head back against Kris's chest I noticed Yixing looking down at me. 'I'm not drunk' I argued, making him smile and remove his hand from my head. 'I never said you were'.

'Oh, well never mind then' I muttered, causing Tao to laugh as he now also came into view. 'Your hair is different'. Tao nodded before running his fingers through his hair, 'you like it?'. Without really realizing what I was doing I moved my hand to his hair before running my fingers through it, just like he had. 'Yes, makes you look hot' I grinned at him, giving his hair a firm tug and bringing my hand back down. 'Ok that's enough of that, she's clearly wasted' Kris smirked, as he looked at Tao. 'Or she just has good taste in men' Tao shrugged.

'Obviously' I muttered before looking back up at Kris. He was the only one that seemed to hear me as he looked down and offered me the same smirk he had given Tao. 'You should get her to bed, she must be tired' Yixing offered after placing his hand to my forehead to check my temperature. 'And after I have to write a report on what happened' Kris's smirk faded as he let out a sigh and walked past both men.

'We ran into a few of NCT' I heard Jongin say to the others, who were sure to show their surprise. But unfortunately I wasn't able to hear the rest of their conversation as Kris carried me up the stairs to the hall and towards the elevator.

After reaching the top he walked the both of us through the hall. I expected him to bring me to Minseok's room, but as I looked around the hall I saw he had already passes his door. 'Where are you taking me?' I yawned, but my question remained unanswered by him as he pushed a door open and carried me further.

This room I recognized, this was Junmyeon's room. He stopped at the final painting for a moment. 'You're still awake?' He called into the room. The hum he got as a response caused him to continue walking. He walked the both of us to Junmyeon's desk before stopping once again. 'Couldn't sleep?' Kris asked, earning him another hum. The man carrying me sat himself down in the chair and gave me a quick look to make sure I was comfortable in his lap. My legs rested on top of the chairs arm as I leaned further into Kris's chest.

'After your text about NCT I couldn't sleep anymore, all I could do was worry' I heard the seriousness in Junmyeon's voice as I closed my eyes for a moment. 'Is she still awake?' He suddenly asked as Kris let out a chuckle, 'barely'.

'You should get some sleep Kris, you look exhausted' Junmyeon spoke, before I felt Kris nod. 'I will bring her downstairs to her room' as he moved to get up he was suddenly stopped by the other. 'It's fine, you can put her in my bed'. Both of our eyes widened at this.

'What now?' Kris gritted through his teeth before tightening his grip on me. 'She deserves a proper bed to sleep in' I heard Junmyeon state, causing Kris to only get angrier. Before he could say anything however I pressed my hand to his chest and pinched him. 'It's fine Kris' I whispered so only he would hear. His anger faded a little as he looked into my eyes and got up from the couch. 'You're sleeping on the couch' although his words were directed at Junmyeon I could hear the obvious threat behind them.

Kris placed me in Junmyeon's bed before pulling the sheets up to my chest. As I got comfortable under the sheets I watched Kris tug the sides underneath my body. After he was sure I was wrapped in them he spared me one last look and walked away. 'If you touch her it'll be the last thing you do' I heard him say to Junmyeon as he continued walking.

It wasn't long before I heard the door open and slam shut, and finally Junmyeon walked over to the bed. 'What have you done to him to make him talk to me like that?' Junmyeon asked as I watched him lean over me and grab the other pillow. 'This is your bed, you should let me sleep on the couch instead' I reasoned, making him smile and look at me. 'You know I won't do that, so don't bother' he walked over to the closet before opening it and reaching inside.

After finding the blanket he was looking for he closed the doors and started walking away. 'Sleep well' he called over his shoulder before disappearing from my sight. 'You too!' I called out to him before closing my eyes and letting sleep take over.

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When I woke up in the morning it wasn't due to my headache, it was due to a dry mouth. I could barely swallow as I sat up in my bed. The room was quiet, so I pushed the sheets away from me and swung my legs over the side of the bed.

As I walked down the small set of stairs I didn't see Junmyeon. My eyes moved over to the couches, where he was supposed to be sleeping, but those were also empty. I figured he had gone downstairs already as I walked to the bathroom and opened the door. I was quick to figure out he hadn't when I opened the door and found Junmyeon in the bathroom, half naked.

The towel that hung around his waist barely covered anything as he stood in front of the shower. As he reached to turn on the water, he noticed me in the corner of his eyes and turned to look at me in surprise. 'Sorry, I just came to get some water.. and I didn't hear you' I muttered under my breath as Junmyeon's eyes softened. 'Oh, t- there is a bottle of water on my desk', Junmyeon spoke and this was one of the first times I actually heard him stutter.

I softly laughed at him before turning away from him. 'Oh and Junmyeon-' I called out to him as I looked back over my shoulder. '-nice abs' my wink made him ears turn red, before he quickly ushered me out the door. The door fell shut behind me as I looked over at his desk.

My footsteps were silent as I walked over. With a big grin on my face I sat down in Junmyeon's chair. After grabbing the bottle from his desk I looked at the papers sprawled all over it. As I screw the lid of the bottle and put it to my lips a file caught my eye. Luckily this time the file had nothing to do with me, but it did stand out by the letters "BTS" on the top.

As my eyes scanned over the paper I realized it was a report, written by Tao. Written on the file, and may I say in very nice handwriting, were details about a warehouse. The file held information about guards and possible blind spots, and even when and where they would enter.

While taking another sip from my water I remembered a conversation I had with Namjoon at the meeting. He had asked me for information. Apparently they knew EXO would be hitting one of their warehouses soon, but they couldn't figure out which one. My eyes fell on the file again as I saw the address the warehouse was at. I knew where this was. It wasn't a very special area, but it was very deserted. What was BTS hiding in such a secluded area?

I didn't want to, but I knew I had to tell Namjoon about this. We had made a deal after all, and this would be me holding up my end of the bargain. I sat back in the chair as I looked at my legs. I was still wearing the same clothes from yesterday. Due to my tiredness yesterday, I hadn't bothered putting on different clothes but they were starting to feel really uncomfortable now.

'Why are you in my chair?' Junmyeon's voice came from next to me, causing me to snap out of my trance as I looked over at him. 'It's a nice chair' I shrugged before getting up. Junmyeon watched me walk past him and to the door, but his eyes never once left me. 'Where are you going, we have to talk about yesterday' he asked making me spin around and shrug. 'Kris will write about it in his report, I'm going to Yixing to do something about my headache'.

'Y/N' his stern voice made me stop walking and go silent as I looked at him. 'We will talk about it later on. Understood?' His question caused me to nod and when I had he nodded back and sat down in his chair. The authority in his voice also made me bow to him before turning back around. My eyes remained on the ground as I passed the couches he had slept on and noticed my bag next to them. I quickly snatched my bag from the ground before walking directly to the door. When I was next to the paintings, and out of his sight I opened it and looked inside. My phone and the ring Johnny had given me where still there.

A sigh of relief left me as I opened the door to the hallway and stepped out of Junmyeon's room. I wasn't able to get far down the hall, because when I passed the first door it swung open. Kris stood in the opening as he gestured for me to walk in his room. Without asking I walked into his room before hearing him shut the door behind me. His hand grabbed mine as he quickly tugged on it, causing me to turn around.

'Did he touch you?' His question and the action in general made me jump backwards. Kris didn't let me get far as for every step backwards for me, he took one forward. Faster then anticipated my legs hit the side of the bed and I fell back. My only free hand was pressed into the sheets, making sure I could keep sitting up. 'I asked you a question' Kris noted, his expression still harsh.

'Jesus I know, but give me some space!' I snapped at him before tugging my hand free from his grasp. Kris suddenly looked at me in surprise before actually taking a step back. As he looked around the room I let out a small sigh, he hadn't even realized he was pushing me back. 'Sorry' he finally mumbled, barely audible.

'It's fine and Junmyeon said he didn't want to die yet so...' even though I didn't actually say the words, Kris knew what I meant. Kris smiled at my words before looking down at me. 'Are you still wearing that?' The emphasis made me laugh and softly hit his chest. 'What's wrong with this?' I asked, pushing myself off the bed. 'You shouldn't wear something like that in a house with hormonal men' he chuckled while walking to his closet.

'Do none of you have any self-control?' The sass in my voice made him laugh before shaking his head. 'That flew out the window the moment you first stepped through those doors' he admitted as he opened the closet doors and felt around. 'Wasn't I carried in?' I asked, thinking back of how I had just woken up in Yixing's office. 'Don't remind me' Kris groaned. He pulled his arm back and in his hand he held a t shirt.

'Think fast' he spoke before flinging the shirt towards me. I easily caught the shirt, as it was only fabric and didn't move that fast anyway. 'Put it on' he ordered, as he turned back to the closet. 'What now?' I asked making Kris laugh. 'Obviously. Don't worry, I promise I won't look' I could practically hear him smirking as he looked back over his shoulder at me. 'Unless you want me of course'. My middle finger was enough for him as he looked forward once more and continued rummaging in the closet.

I slid the straps down my shoulders before pulling my dress down. As it fell to the floor I unfolded the t shirt. While stepping out of the dress I also put on the shirt I was given. My multitasking did me good because just as I pulled the shirt down, Kris turned back around. The shirt reached around my mid thighs, which meant it was probably a normal sized shirt for him.

'You know.. you should never give a girl your shirts or sweaters-' I laughed, while looking down at the shirt. '-because you'll never get it back'. As I finished my sentence and looked back up, I realized that Kris had walked towards me. He stood in front of me as he kept his eyes on the shirt. 'Keep it. It looks better on you anyway' his voice was almost inaudible, his eyes now slowly moving up my body to meet my eyes.

'I couldn't find any good pants for you, so if you want to wear those you'll have to get them yourself' he spoke, making me nod. 'But now I suggest you leave my room' Kris suddenly straightened his back as he now looked down at me. 'Why?' I giggled, while reaching out for him. Before I was able to touch him however, Kris grabbed my wrist and held it away from me. 'Don't, like I said you're in a house with several hormonal men and I for one am losing all my self-control' his eyes met mine as he spoke, I nodded at his words before slowly pulling my arm back. Kris let me go as he now watched me turn around and walk to the door.

I closed the door behind me and started walking towards the stairs. I needed to go find Yixing, being a doctor he was bound to have some medicine for my headache. My headache wasn’t that bad, but I told Junmyeon I was going to get medicine. So I had to do exactly that. My bare feet were silent against the wood as I walked down the stairs, at least they had floor warming..

For a moment I thought about going back to my room to get shorts, but I decided against it as I stopped in front of Yixing's office. The man had showered me this was nothing special, I thought to myself as I knocked on the door. It only took a few seconds before the door opened and a tired looking Baekhyun stood in the doorway. 'Damn, you alright there tiger?' I asked, causing him to groan and shake his head. 'I'm deceased'.

'And may he rest in peace' Yixing smiled as he came up from behind Baekhyun. The younger man groaned once more at the sound before walking past me. 'What did you need?' Yixing's smile grew even wider, if that were any possible, as he looked at me. 'The same you gave him' I nodded my head in Baekhyun's direction, who now retreated back into his room.

Yixing let me in his office before patting the single bed he had. I hopped on the mattress as I looked around his office. Yixing turned his back to me as he searched through one of the cabinets and as he did, I got the perfect view. This man was ripped. The muscles in his back were on perfect display as he reached up to grab something. 'Do you work out?' I suddenly asked, causing him to look back at me over his shoulder.

'What?' He chuckled, clearly surprised by my question. 'Do you work out?' I repeated, now making him smile. 'When I have spare time, which is almost never' there was a sadness in his voice as he spoke and I couldn't help but share the feeling. Yixing was their doctor after all and their only one at that, of course he barely had any spare time.

'Maybe I could help you out here some time, that way you'll have more time' I suggested making him laugh. 'Do you know how to stitch a wound?'. 'My dad was a detective Yixing, that was like the second thing he taught me' I now laughed along. He looked at me in surprise as he raised a brow at me. 'What was the first thing?'. 'To beat someone up' I smirked and his laugh once again echoed through the room.

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After getting my medicine from Yixing I had gone to put on some shorts and socks, making sure I was at least moderately covered. I stood in the middle of my room, now twirling NCT 's ring between my fingers. Johnny's words ran through my head "if you ever need us to find you, all you need to do is wear it somewhere". Somewhere, being everywhere else but here. So like to a party or something...

But why make it difficult for myself when I had Taeyong's number. I grabbed my bag from the floor before reaching inside and grabbing my phone. After unlocking my phone I went to my contacts list and clicked on "new contact". The card Taeyong had given me was hidden away in my nightstand.. just in case. After opening the drawer I took the card out of it and ran my fingers over it. The card felt very sleek and also brand new, but besides that it was also very simple. The name on the card read "Taeyong", and to my surprise that was it.

Did this guy even have any idea how many Taeyong's there were, why didn't he put his last name on the card? Underneath his name was a phone number and.. that was it.. I decided it was better to stop worrying about what he put on his card as I typed the number in my phone and saved the contact. I knew I shouldn't be doing this and I didn't even know if I could trust NCT any more than EXO. But for some reason I felt like either they or Jackson were my best option right now.

I was pulled from my thoughts as I heard the phone Junmyeon had given me vibrate. This one was basically only used so I could contact the boys if needed, which means I barely used it. The phone laid on my nightstand, but it moved around due to all its shaking. I put my own phone down and grabbed the other, a new message had come in. It was from that unknown person again, the one that had messaged me after my dinner with Junmyeon all those days ago.

Unknown: "I heard you had some trouble with NCT, are you ok?"

The message made me frown, how the hell did they know that? It couldn't be someone from NCT, because why would they use their own name like that. If it were someone from here, wouldn't they just come up and ask? My phone buzzed again in my hands.

Unknown: "Y/N?"

As I had the chat open the person knew I had read their message.

Y/N: "Who is this?"

Unknown: "Who do you think princess?"

Princess, I knew someone who used that name for me one to many times..

Y/N: Jackson??

Unknown: "Who else could it be? ;)"

Y/N: "How did you get this number? And how do you know about yesterday?"

Unknown: "And here I thought we knew all about each other. It's my job to know everything, so I have my ways"

Of course he wasn't going to tell me exactly how he got his information, but he was right. It was his job.

Y/N: "To answer your question, yes I am fine"

Unknown: "Good, I got to go for now but if you need me you know where to find me ;)"

Unknown: "Oh and don't save this number", was the last thing he said before I saw the "online" tag disappear.

I was about to put phone back on the nightstand when another message came in.

Chanyeol: "Come eat breakfast"

I opened the message and read it, before closing the chat. As I locked my phone and put it back on my nightstand I heard a knock on the door. 'Just a second' I called out to whoever was standing in front of my door. As fast as possible I grabbed my own phone and put it in the back of the drawer. The ring and card also went there as I closed the drawer and turned to face the door. Just as I started walking to the door, the person seemed to have enough and opened the door for me.

Chanyeol stood in the door opening with his phone in his hand, as he waved it in front of me. 'I texted you' he stated before crossing his arms over his chest. 'Yes I know, so I making myself presentable for breakfast' I sassed back as I also crossed my arms over my chest, mimicking his pose. Chanyeol immediately noticed what I was doing as he shook his head and stepped aside.

As I walked past him I unfolded my arms and smiled at the taller man. Chanyeol still seemed surprised whenever I did so, but since a week or so he now always smiled back at me. He let his arms down as he came to walk next to me. The both of us walked in silence as we entered the living room and continued to the dining area. Out of instinct I walked to my original seat, which was at the head of the table. I had tried sitting in another chair multiple times now, but eventually I started to get annoyed by the spots. From my spot I didn't have to turn my head to talk to someone and I could easily see everyone, which was much easier.

As I sat down, both seats next to me were still empty. But I knew it wouldn't be for long, as those seats were never empty. And indeed, it didn’t take long before others started pouring in, I noticed that not everyone was here. But they were probably just sleeping in. The room was quiet as Kris walked over towards me and took the chair on my left. My eyes met his as I now heard the other chair being pulled back and Chanyeol was the one taking that spot.

During breakfast most people were usually quiet, but right now it was extremely quiet.. What was going on? I was about to make a comment about it when my food was placed in front of me. My hands reached for my fork, only to be met with something sharp. I looked down at the silver next to my plate, they had given me a knife. They hadn’t given me a knife.. ever.

My eyes immediately shot up and of course I found Junmyeon looking back at me. His eyes searched mine as I lifted the knife off the table and twirled it around in my fingers. ‘Is this supposed to be some sort of test?’ I asked, making Junmyeon shrug. ‘Does it need to be?’ he returned my question, allowing me to return the shrug. My eyes now scanned around the table, and I noticed most people look back at me. ‘You really think I’m going to stab you?’ my question was now turned to Chanyeol, who was staring back at me intensely.

‘If it’s fine with you I’d like to eat my breakfast instead’ Chanyeol grinned causing me to snicker at the comment. I nodded before bringing the knife back down, ‘not like I need a knife for breakfast anyway’. As the knife made contact with the table I heard Junmyeon let out a deep breath, which I was sure he didn’t even know he was holding.

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It was late, and with late I meant around 1 am. I laid on my bed as I started at the ceiling, every time I slept in this bed it became harder to sleep. Especially because I was alone and because it was cold. Even with the heater on the room still felt cold, and it was extremely annoying.

I still felt too proud to go back to Minseok, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold this for much longer. Initially I wanted him to cave in first, but that man had impeccable self-control and unfortunately I did not. After turning to my side I reached my hand out to the nightstand, and turned on the lamp. My room was now comfortably lit and as I moved to sit up. I opened the drawer and reached inside for my phone.

While moving through the chats with Anne and Kate, which had been surprisingly quiet, I realized I hadn’t texted Namjoon yet. I still had to tell him which warehouse EXO would be hitting. I still wasn’t sure when they would be hitting them, but with all the information Tao had gathered I imagined it would be soon. My fingers slid over the screen as I searched for Namjoon’s contact, normally I would call them if I had information. But considering my current situation I was sure he wouldn’t mind a text instead.

After opening the chat I typed in a quick message: “Don’t take my word for it, but I saw files about your warehouse at 7th street. I think this is the one they’ll be targeting”. The message was simple but I knew Namjoon would understand it. This would also complete our deal, so I was no longer in his dept. A feeling of relief washed over me as I put the phone back in the drawer.

I pulled the sheets off my legs and got up from my bed. If I wasn’t going to be falling asleep, might as well get a drink. The pyjama shirt I was wearing hung loosely around my body and it flowed along softly as I walked towards the door. I thought about getting a drink at Junmyeon’s office, because I knew he had the strong stuff, but I decided against it as I walked towards the kitchen instead. Maybe Junmyeon was still awake, knowing him he probably was.

Recently I had started feeling too comfortable in his presence. I knew I had to get close to them if I ever wanted to get out of here, but I could tell I started enjoying his company. I was enjoying all of their company to be real honest.

My feet were barely audible as I walked past the dining table. I wasn’t sure if I was just blind or if I was being ignorant, but for some unknown reason I hadn’t seen the person that sat at the table. ‘What are you doing?’ the person suddenly asked, causing me to yelp and quickly turn around. ‘Jesus Christ, you scared the shit out of me’ my hand fell over my chest as my breathing fastened. The person let out a low chuckle as I saw him shake his head.

‘You should really work on your sneaking skills’ the voice continued and this time I recognized it. As a bright light shone in my eyes I was quick to close them and put my hand in front of my face. I slowly let my eyes adjust to the brightness and finally I was able to see Kyungsoo sitting at the table. ‘Maybe you should teach me sometime’ I spoke before turning back around. As I opened the fridge Kyungsoo repeated his earlier question, ‘what are you doing?’.

‘I couldn’t sleep, so I came to get a drink. But apparently nobody in this house, besides Junmyeon, knows how to get a proper drink’ I sighed, there wasn’t even a single bottle of wine in the fridge. Did none of these guys drink? ‘Hey’, Kyungsoo spoke to get my attention. As I turned my head to face him I saw him hold up a glass, which was most likely filled with whiskey. ‘Feel like sharing?’ I asked him while closing the fridge.

He seemed to think about it for a moment before nodding, ‘top drawer, first on your left’. Of course it had to be the top. A small smile made its way to my face as my eyes met the big bottle of whiskey. I grabbed the bottle, and a glass next to it, from the shelf before closing the door. With both items I walked back to Kyungsoo and sat down in front of him. I offered him a refill, which he gladly accepted, before pouring my own glass with the liquor.

‘If you tell anyone about my secret stash I’ll kill you’ the man in front of me muttered before taking a swig from his glass. ‘Do you mind if I raid your stash every now and then?’ I asked as I got a shrug and a nod in return. ‘Than I promise not to tell anyone about your stash’ as the words left my mouth I got a small laugh in return. My lips were pressed against the glass as I took a sip of the liquor. The strong flavour filled my senses and I couldn’t help but let out a deep sigh after swallowing down the entire glass, not that there was much in it anyway.

‘That bad huh?’ Kyungsoo laughed, referring to my sleep problems. ‘Worse, ever since I’ve been here I keep dreaming about the past’ the words left my mouth before I was able to stop them, but Kyungsoo didn’t seem to mind as he simply took another sip of his drink. ‘Want to talk about it?’ his question startled me as I looked up with wide eyes. ‘Are you sure-’ I started before letting out a laugh and relaxing, ‘-because once I start drinking I won’t stop talking’.

‘It’s not like I was getting any sleep anyway.. so sure, hit me’ Kyungsoo spoke before smiling at me, and I was sure this was the first time he had ever smiled at me.

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I don’t know how it had happened, but for some unknown reason Kyungsoo was now on his fourth glass of whiskey while I was only at my third and we were actually having fun. That however hadn’t stopped us from getting drunk, and oh boy were we drunk. The both of us found the most stupidest of things funny and I could’ve sworn I heard him giggle a few times. It was also in these moments that I got a good look at him, and just like the other man in this house, he was incredibly handsome. I had never taken any notice to it before, considering we hadn’t talked much..

Kyungsoo listened to all I said to him, I wasn’t sure if he was actually listening but at least it seemed like he was. He made sure to nod every now and then as I told him about my stupid dreams. Sometimes he would ask question and I was very happy that he did.

I told him that most of my dreams were about my past with Junmyeon, before all of this. Before I even owned the bar and when my dad was still alive. Although there were dreams about my life at the bar, and every time I woke up I couldn’t help but miss it more and more. Kyungsoo understood I missed it, hell everyone knew I missed it. I just wasn’t allowed to go anywhere.

Surprisingly I wasn’t the only one that did a lot of talking, as Kyungsoo also told me loads about him and his life before EXO. Apparently he used to be a soldier, but he hadn’t gotten to the part about how he got here yet. Maybe I’d get to hear it another day..

I could tell that the amount of whiskey was getting to him, and I, as he started resting his head against his hands. We were both getting tired. So naturally we now also decided it was a good idea to try and get some sleep again. Kyungsoo, being surprisingly sweet, helped me get up from the chair and walked me to my room. Not that it was far from his, but it was something we hadn’t done before.

‘Same time tomorrow?’ I drunkenly giggled as he dropped me down on my bed. I couldn’t help but smile at the laugh he let out, I liked him like this. ‘You surprised me Kyungsoo’ my confession made him look up as he walked to the foot of my bed. ‘Why is that?’ he asked, while removing my socks.

‘I thought you were an asshole-’ I shrugged as he rolled his eyes and scoffed. ‘-but you’re actually really sweet’, Kyungsoo smiled at hearing my words and I could have sworn I saw a red tint creep up his cheeks.

‘You’re drunk’ he muttered before walking back to the side of my bed. He spared me one last look and went to turn around. Funny enough my hand reached out to his, stopping him mid turn. ‘Thank you for tonight, I needed it’.

‘Me too. So like you said, same time tomorrow’ the both of us laughed at his words, as I let his hand go. Before my hand dropped down, I felt him give it a soft squeeze. I watched him fully turn around and walk towards the door, before letting my head hit the pillow and fall asleep.

《▪︎》

I opened the car door before stepping out of the car. 'God it's cold' I shivered while wrapping my arms around my body. I used my hip to close the car, when I heard the driver's door open. The man behind me cursed under his breath as he closed his door and walked over to me. 'If only I had a jacket' Junmyeon sighed, he wrapped his arm around my shoulder before pulling me close.

He used his other hand to grab his car keys and lock his car, as the both of us walked to the apartment complex in front of us. 'How many do you think will be there?' I asked, feeling Junmyeon shrug next to me. 'I just hope they have a lot of alcohol'.

'And food too, I'm starving' my stomach growled at my words, causing the man next to me to groan. 'I asked if you wanted to go get food before we got here' he reminded me. 'But I wasn't hungry back then' My shrug made him run a hand through his hair. 'You're the worst' he spoke as he stopped in front of the building to hold the door open for me. He let me go through as I smiled at him, 'but you love me'. 'Unfortunately, I do' Junmyeon admitted, causing the both of us to laugh.

Instead of taking the stairs we decided to be lazy and take the elevator. But after all, we did have to go 5 floors up. After patiently waiting in the elevator the doors opened and we walked into the hallway. Luckily for us we didn't have to walk all the way to the back, as our friend lived in one of the first apartments.

When we reached the right door I immediately pressed the doorbell. But before I was able to complain more about the cold, the door swung open. 'Thank god you're here, save me' the man that had opened the door spoke before literally pulling me inside. 'What's wrong Tae?' I chuckled as Junmyeon closed the door behind us. 'All they want to do is either play truth of dare, or spin the bottle' Tae visibly shivered as he explained what was happening at the party going on behind him.

'Oh come on Tae, don't you want to kiss those pretty girls behind you?' Junmyeon teased as the younger man looked over his shoulder for a moment. 'Nah, I'm good. I have my eyes set on someone else anyway' he admitted before turning back to the both of us. My eyes grew wide before slightly slapping his shoulder. 'What the fuck Tae, why didn't you tell me this? Were supposed to be best friends remember!' I exclaimed causing the man to shrug before muttering an apology.

I wanted to ask who he liked, but it became impossible when the girls spotted us. 'Y/N, Junmyeon, you're here! Come sit down, we're playing spin the bottle' one of the girls called out to us. Junmyeon pressed his hand to my back before moving me in the direction of the girls and few boys that were gathered in a circle. Tae let out another groan while walking along with us. I was sat in between two girls as my two male friends were also separated from each other.

'Ok I'll start!' A girl, whose name I didn't know, yelled before grabbing the bottle in the middle. She gave it a firm spin as the others looked own. Her smile grew wide as the bottle landed on a buy, who I assumed she liked. After sharing a quick kiss the both moved of them moved back and sat down again.

I remembered how much I disliked this game as we continued playing. Even though many had shared multiple kisses, there were a few who the bottle apparently didn't like. Those being me and my friends of course. As kisses were given left and right I let out a small sigh.

Tae seemed to share the same thoughts as he looked over at me and rolled his eyes at the game. I smiled at him, before silently nodding. Tae and I had always been good friends, along with Junmyeon. Of course Junmyeon and I had been friends longer, but the bond I had the Tae was just as strong. Or so I thought.

A loud laugh pulled me from my thoughts as I looked back at the game. The bottle, was now pointed at me. I looked around in surprise before noticing a girl move in her spot. 'I'm sorry honey' my friend smiled awkwardly at me as she crawled past the bottle towards me. No words came out of my mouth as she finally leaned in close and pressed her lips to mine. The kiss didn't even last a second as he retracted her lips from mine and went back to her seat.

'It's your turn' the girl next to me spoke, before giving me a slight push forward. I wrapped my fingers around the bottle before giving it a firm swing. There were many eyes on the bottle as it moved past the people. When the bottle finally came to a stop, there were mixed reactions coming from around me. Many seemed to be cheering as they looked at the person it had landed on, while others just looked around in surprise. But everyone was anxious for our reaction, as I finally looked up and met eyes with the person it had landed on.

Junmyeon looked back at me in surprise. I wasn't sure about how I should be feeling right now, but I couldn't help but feel excited. But should I feel this way about having to kiss my best friend. I decided to not think about it for much longer as I stood up from my spot and started walking around the crowd. Junmyeon kept his eyes on me as I walked towards him. As I sat down in front of him I gave him a small smile, which he immediately returned.

My hand slid up his arm to his cheek, before finally closing my eyes and pressing my lips to his.

Third person's view

Rage, was the first and only thing Tae felt as he watched the girl he liked and her best friend kiss. He clenched his fists at his side as a few girls in the circle started clapping and cheering.

Y/N's hand was on his cheek as both of them had their eyes closed and just let it happen. Junmyeon however, seemed to be really enjoying himself as he slid one of his hands to her waist. The other remained on her legs, letting her control the kiss. Tae never liked Junmyeon, but this made him hate the other man. Junmyeon knew he liked her, but apparently he just didn't care.

Tae's eyes were already away from the pair as they finally pulled apart. A few people in the circle laughed as they watched a blush creep up on Y/N's cheeks. As she got up from her the floor and walked back to her own, a voice suddenly called out to Tae.

Tae didn't seem to realise it, as that person used a different name. He had gotten so used to the nickname Y/N had given him that he barely recognized his full name. It wasn't until he felt a hand on his shoulder that he snapped out of his trance and looked up at the person. Y/N was crouched down in front of him, as she looked at him with worry in her eyes. 'Are you ok Tae, you look a bit sick' Y/N noted as she pressed the back of her hand to his forehead. He only seemed to heat up more at her touch as he finally decided it was enough for one night.

He pulled himself away from her as he stood up. 'Where are you going?' She asked in surprise as she watched her friend walk towards the door. Out of instinct Y/N stood up and walked after him, and for the first time in a long time she finally used his full name.

'Lee Taeyong, stop!'

But it was no use, as he was already long gone.

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x-mikas-neverland · 6 years ago

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Honeymoon

Group: Exo

Member: Minseok

Genre: angsty, fluff

Word Count: 1 639

Requested: Yes

GIF ISNT MINE

“Could you please talk to me?”, you asked. Maybe you sounded a little desperate. Minseok, who was your husband for a few weeks now, sat on the couch in the living area from your hotel room. He looked down on the ground and it looked like he was completely in his own world, not really noticing what you had said. “Hello?”, you added after he didn’t answer. He barely talked to you after your honeymoon had begun, and that was two days ago. The first night was the night you thought you would lose your virginity but it ended with cuddling after you came back from the bathroom and he seemed a little different from before but you thought he just didn’t felt good. Maybe something at work had happened. Or maybe he just wasn’t in the mood for more than just a make out session. You took a step closer. “Minseok!” Still no answer. Slowly you got annoyed and crossed your arms in front of your chest. “Come on! Can you stop ignoring me? I’m worried!” “Can’t you see I’m not in the mood to talk to you?” “I just don’t understand why you won’t talk to me” “Why can’t you leave me alone?!” He had jumped up from the couch and looked at you angrily. His eye full of cold when a week ago there was nothing but love. “Didn’t I leave you alone long enough? Can’t you just talk to me now?” No answer. “Don’t you trust me anymore?” Hurt filled your voice. Slowly he shook his head and walked towards the door which lead to the hallway. He murmured something which you couldn’t really understand. It sounded like “I could ask you the same thing.” “What?”, you asked a little confused and furrowed your eye brows. You watched him opening the door and leaving the hotel room. Before the door closed you could hear him clearly say: “Maybe this marriage was a mistake.” You felt your heartbeat in your whole body while all you could hear was the blood rushing through your ears. Your throat felt dry and you opened your mouth to say something but nothing came out. Shocked about what Minseok had said, you let yourself fall onto the spot on the couch where he sat before. The words he had said kept playing in your head over and over again. Your hands laid in your lap and slowly your sight got blurry before the first tear ran down your cheek. Why would he say something like that? You thought both of you were happy. His actions didn’t make sense to you at all. This gotta be a nightmare. Thats right. Thats it. Just. A nightmare. Maybe you two got married pretty quickly. You knew each other for a year and a half and dated for almost one when Minseok decided to ask you six month ago. But still, you loved each other, right? Till today you thought so. Now you weren’t that sure anymore. You never had questioned his love before but now you did. Had you done something wrong? Did he fell in love with someone else? Without knowing you had started sobbing really badly and hugged yourself. Maybe you hoped to pull the pieces that broke inside of you, when Minseok said those hurtful words, together.

A painful sting made you open your eyes. You expected to find yourself on the couch but that wasn’t the case. Instead you laid on the bed, cuddled into the blankets. How did you got here? Quickly you sat up which made your headache worse. You took a glance to the other side of the bed, just to find it empty. Disappointment grew inside of you. It was pretty dark in the room now, which meant a few hours have passed since it was middle of the day when Minseok had left. Back in reality and remembering what had happened broke your already shattered heart even more. The light from the moon helped you see in the dark room. When you took a look around you couldn’t find Minseok anywhere. Where was he? You looked around for your phone which you found on the couch. 1:30 am Your heart sped up. Now you got worried. Was he so mad that he didn’t wanted to come back? Taking a deep breath you checked your messages. Just to find none from Minseok. Where are you? Can’t you at least call me? Right before you pressed the green button to dial his number, you heard a little click and a quiet squeak followed. You startled and let your phone drop which landed on your feet. “Dammit”, you cursed quietly and let yourself drop on the couch, holding your feet. “You okay?”, a quiet voice asked. When you looked up, you got blinded by dazzling light and to shut your eyes. Holding your arms up to protect them from the light you heard the voice mumble an apology. “I turned it off”, he asked. When you opened your eyes and let the hands down, you could see Minseok standing in the middle of the room. Seeing him and realising he is here, you let out a relieved sig. “I didn’t thought you would come back”, you said quietly and stood up. Somehow the pain in your foot was gone. “I just needed some time alone”, he answered and crossed his arms in front of his chest. “Why would you think that?”, he added. He sounded hurt. “Well… after you said maybe this marriage was a mistake.” Your voice wasn’t more than a whisper. Once again your sight got blurry again and you swallowed hard. A sigh left his mouth and you could feel him coming closer. When he was only a few inches away and you could see him grabbing after your hand, you took a step back. “Do you really think that?” The first tear roll down your cheek and you looked him into the eyes. All you could see in his face was sadness and pain. And… regret? “I didn’t mean it like that”, he replied quietly. Your anger raised. “Then how did you mean it?” You looked at him with fierce. “I-” “Forget it”, you interrupted him and turned away to look outside the window and looking down to the beach near the hotel. Silence. You heard him taking a deep breath. “Why didn’t you tell me before?” “Tell you what?” “That you’re still a virgin.” “What?” Did he really just said that? “How do you know?” Once again you crossed your arms in front of your chest and turned around to look at him sceptically. For a few seconds he didn’t answer but looked at you. “Why didn’t you tell me?”, he repeated his question. His voice sounded softer than before. “Because…”, you slowly answered, not sure what to say. You were ashamed of being a virgin and knowing he wasn’t. Scared of things getting awkward between the two of you. “Because…?” After taking a deep breath you finally said: “I…didn’t know how to tell you and then it got harder and harder and I thought it wouldn’t matter. I didn’t wanted to be the weird one who doesn’t know how to do anything.” Slowly he started shaking his head. Feeling embarrassed about the topic you hated to talk about, you turned away once again to look outside. You heard him scuffle around the room and you wondered what he was up to when you felt his arms wrapping around your middle and pulling you close. A smile spread across your face when you felt his warm embrace. You had missed the great feeling you had when he was around. “Being a virgin isn’t something you need to be ashamed off. And you don’t have to be afraid to tell me anything. Please tell me next time when something is going on. It makes me feel like you don’t trust me” “I do trust you”, you answered and leaned against his chest and resting the back of your head on his shoulder. “How did you figured it out?”, you asked after both of you just stood there for a while. “Remember when you went to the bathroom on our first night here before we went to bed? When you called your friend? Thinking I wouldn’t hear y-” “ OH no! You heard me asking for advice!” It wasn’t a question. Now you felt your cheeks turning red. Now thats embarrassing! “I was hurt that you hadn’t told me and without you telling me, wasn’t an option for me, when I heard that”, he started to explain. “Yeah.. I get that”, you said quietly. Again both of you fell silent for a while. “Thats why you had been acting so cold for two days..”, you told him your thoughts. “Where did you go?” “I went to the park and called a friend”, he answered. “Asking for advice”, he added. You laughed quietly. “So, what was their advice?” “To talk to you about it and give you the time you need and letting you know it’s okay and there is nothing wrong with it and I’m ready when you are” After you swallowed hard, you turned around in is his arms and looked him in the eyes.

“I’m ready”, you breathed against his lips. “You sure?” With a little nod you leaned forward and placed your lips softly on top of his. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, so you could deepen the kiss. You felt his arms leaving your middle and wandering down to your thighs and gave you a little push. After you jumped up, he carried you to bed where he crawled on top of you after he put you down. “I love you” “I love you too”

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marshmallow-phd · 6 years ago

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Memories Past

Part of The Untamed - EXO Wolf Universe

Genre: Supernatural, Wolf Au

Pairing: Kris x Reader

Summary: The last thing Kris wanted was to move on. He was perfectly content wallowing in his misery while pretending everything was okay. But when you come walking into his shop with a broken down car, he realizes the thing he’d been avoiding the most just might be the cure he always needed. He just couldn’t believe that it’d been you all along. Kris had been your best friend when you were kids before he’d moved away without a word of goodbye. Now nearly fifteen years later, you run into him again by pure coincidence. The memories come rushing back to you, stirring something inside. A childhood crush shouldn’t upend your picture perfect life, but sometimes, destiny has other things in mind…

Part: 1 I 2 I 3 I 4 I 5 I 6 I 7 I 8 I 9 I 10 I 11 I 12 I 13 I Final

This was the ultimate adrenaline rush.

Running through the woods with the stars above was definitely a thrill for any average werewolf. That was the time they were one with the forest, truly at home. It was only natural for that to be where a wolf sought solace.

But this. This right here was its own kind of high. With the rumble of the engine vibrating the whole car, Kris felt in complete control. Pushing his foot down on the gas pedal, he revved his motor threateningly, letting his opponent know who the winner would be at the end of this mile.

The flag girl stood safely off to the side, the white polyester cloth held up high for both drivers to see. At the race handler’s signal, she threw the flag in the air and they took off.

Kris nearly cursed to see his opponent had half a car length’s jump on him. Shifting gears, he pushed the pedal down even farther, the engine roaring and straining in protest. But Kris knew his car inside and out. He knew what it could take, having torn the engine apart before rebuilding it to the perfection it was today. And his baby never let him down as he watched the nose of his car inch up to be head to head with his opponent.

Flipping up a hidden switch, Kris pressed that fun little red button, giving him just the boost he needed. The car shot forward thanks to that punch of NOS, propelling him past the other driver and crossing the makeshift finish line.

Victory was his. Little yelps and laughs of celebration escaped his lips as he grinned from ear to ear. As he circled around back to the main area, he parked his car along the rows of other souped-up vehicles. Getting out of the car, he rounded to the front and leaned back against the hood to wait for his payment.

Jimmy, a short bald man and Kris’ fellow Chinese man, came up to him with too much energy. Kris held out his hand for Jimmy to take, pulling him into that classic brother half-hug.

“What’s up, man?” Kris smirked, knowing exactly why Jimmy had come over to him.

“I gotta say, you can race like no one else I’ve ever seen before,” Jimmy praised.

Kris laughed. Little did any of these people know that what made him so good was his werewolf reflexes. His timing was better as well as his ability to process a situation and make a quick decision. Very handy when the race usually only lasts ten seconds or so.

“Just lucky, I guess,” he shrugged.

Jimmy scoffed. “Yeah, right.” He held up a thick roll of cash. “Your take in the winnings, Racer King.”

“Thank you,” Kris grinned, pocketing the money.

“Still not going to count it?” Jimmy sighed.

“Told you,” Kris said as he headed back for the driver’s door, “I don’t do it for the money. It’s just a nice bonus.”

“I’m going to start taking a bigger cut, then,” Jimmy warned.

Kris shook his head. “No, you won’t.”

Even seated inside the car, Kris heard Jimmy mumble playfully, “Punk.”

Taking off down the road, the smile on Kris’ face began to fade.

Illegal street racing wasn’t exactly the safest hobby or activity to partake in, no matter how good and isolated the location was. Years ago, he’d dabbled into it. Until Jiyoon scolded him and made him quit.

Now, almost as soon as he’d settled back down in this town, he’d scoured all over the place to track down the races.

Was he being slightly self-destructive? Not completely. He was safe in how he raced, careful until the finish line.

Was he just running away without going anywhere? Plausible.

The drum-heavy music that blared from his phone mercifully pulled him out of his thoughts. Pressing the phone button on his dash, he answered the call through the Bluetooth set up.

“Yes, Tao?”

“Kris-ge,” the younger wolf whined. “Are you almost home? Sehun and Chanyeol are threatening to leave without you.”

Kris shook his head, exasperated. Twelve was just too many members for a pack. “If they do, they’re on bathroom duty for two weeks.”

Tao repeated Kris’ threat to the others which lead to several unintelligible cries of protest in the background.

“I’m almost there,” Kris groaned. “Hold on for five more minutes. Think you guys can sit still long enough?”

“Sure,” Tao replied. “I can, at least.” There was a pause and Kris almost hung up the call when Tao added, “Hey, Kris? Where you have been going lately? Between you and Junmyeon, I’m getting worried.”

“I’ve just been out running a few errands,” Kris lied, if a little guiltily. He knew if he told the others that he’d been out racing, they’d want to come along to watch. Considering the fact that drag racing in the streets was highly illegal, there was always the chance of the cops coming out and breaking it up and topping it off with a few arrests. Kris didn’t mind if he spent the night in jail, but if the others got locked up with him, Junmyeon would have a fit. Better to keep his brothers out of it. “Don’t worry about me. I’m fine. I’m pulling up into the driveway now.”

“Okay.” Tao hung up without saying goodbye.

Pulling up around back, Kris turned off the engine and sat in his car. Without any prompting the boys ran out the door and huddled around the car’s left side. It was hard, but he resisted rolling his eyes as he got out of the car.

“Let’s go.” He tried his best to not sound as irritated and annoyed as he felt, but considering the questionable glance that Chanyeol gave him, he must have failed. At least tonight, Yixing and Minseok were going with them. That meant they’d be getting back earlier from the run since they had class in the morning and would be more adamant about getting some sleep.

They all headed for the forest, stripping themselves of their clothes to be picked up on the way back.

“Are you serious?” Ji Yeon gasped.

By pure luck, after Huan had dropped you off fairly early for class, Ji Yeon had found you just sitting at one of the stone tables in the courtyard as you waited for it to be an appropriate time to head to class. The two of you were quick to exchange numbers and then you told her about your ordeal on the way home the previous night.

“I knew yesterday was just going way too well for me,” you laughed, shaking your head.

“Where did you take your car?” Ji Yeon asked.

You frowned as you thought to remember. “Um, it was called Lang Auto Shop?”

Ji Yeon’s eyes lit up. “Really? I know the guy that owns that place! You, ma’am, are in very good hands. He’s a magician when it comes to cars. And, he won’t overcharge you. That is the real magic.”

You couldn’t help but giggle. The picture forming in your head was of a kind old man with a too-long beard that felt like everyone’s grandfather.

All too soon, it was time for both of you to get to class. Luck seemed to be on your side as your lecture halls were right next to each other, giving you a little more time to talk before you had to separate. Unfortunately, your schedules didn’t match up for the rest of the day, but Ji Yeon promised to text you to set a time for lunch tomorrow.

The rest of your school day was spent with your mind pacing back and forth. You wanted to focus on the lectures and PowerPoints that occupied your class time, but you were worried about your car. Two different people had sworn up and down that the owner of the body shop was a fair mechanic, but there was only so much they could do if your engine needed a part that cost more than a grand. The move had put a dent into your savings as well as Huan’s and the last thing you needed was a hefty mechanical bill.

Finally, the time for Huan to come pick you up from the university and take you to the shop had come. You had to miss out on your last class of the day to make it before the shop closed, but you figured one missed session early in the semester wouldn’t hurt you.

Hopping into the passenger’s seat of his well washed black Mercedes, you leaned over the middle console and gave your fiancé an appreciative kiss before greeting him. “Hi.”

“Hi,” he purred back, stealing another kiss. “How was your day?”

You shrugged. “Fine. It’d be better if I wasn’t panicking over my car, but, you know, life.”

Huan just laughed at you. “Yeah, life does that.” As you put your seat belt on, he turned to the GPS, “Okay, what was the name of the shop?”

“Lang Auto Shop.”

Just like you, Huan seemed to find the name strange, but interesting.

It only took about fifteen or twenty minutes to get to the shop from the school. Huan parked right outside the garage doors and both of you got out to find an employee.

“Can I help you?” One of the mechanics approached you, wiping his hands on an already dirty rag. The patch on his coveralls said “Brian”. He certainly looked like a Brian with his blonde hair and cheerful grin.

“Yeah, my fiancé’s car broke down last night and she had it towed here,” Huan explained. “She left the spare keys with a note about what happened and so we were just seeing if there was any update on that or if you were able to even get to it.”

Brian nodded. “Yeah, yeah. Silver four-door, right?”

“That’s the one.”

“It was actually a simple fix,” Brian said to your relief. “Two of the wires under the hood had been rubbing together and the heat had melted the rubber coating on the outside and shorted the fuse box. We were able to replace the box and wrapped up the expose parts of the wire. I think it ended up being about a hundred dollars or so. We’ve got the invoice in the office.”

Brian motioned for you to follow him, but while Huan did so, still talking to him about the wires and what had gone on with your car, another mechanic in the shop had caught your eye. Bent over and inspecting the engine of a nice mustang was someone that you never expected to see again in your lifetime.

“Kris?”

At the sound of his name, Kris turned and met your eyes. When he did, his jaw went slack and his hand that was keeping him balanced above the engine slipped, causing his head to hit the lifted hood.

You snickered, not quite able to believe this situation in the slightest.

Rubbing the top of his head, he stuttered, “(y-y/n)? W-what are you doing here?”

Over your shoulder, you pointed with your thumb as your good-as-new car parked just outside. “My car broke down last night and we brought it here. This is just insane. Is this where you guys moved to?”

Eyes still wide open in shock, Kris gave you a shaky nod. “Yeah. Yeah, this is where we moved to.”

Something… strange was happening inside you. While Kris had always been slightly taller than you, now he just seemed like a giant, much taller and toned than you had ever imagined him to be. Not that you imagined what adult Kris would look like. Much.

As his brown eyes stared down at you in amazement, your heart started speeding up on its own. You scolded it for getting so worked up over nothing. Of course, Kris did seem to turn into a very handsome man, but that was to be expected. He was a cute kid so why shouldn’t he be an attractive adult? The ring on your left hand was suddenly much heavier.

“Hey, honey.” Huan came over and joined you, planting a kiss on your cheek. Affection like that was nothing new from him, but now you felt uncomfortable at his public display. Sensing some of the tension between you and Kris, he asked, “Do you two know each other?”

“Yeah,” you admitted quickly. “Huan, this is Kris, an old friend of mine. Kris, this is my fiancé, Huan.”

Huan, ever the pleasant and outgoing type, held his hand out. “It’s nice to meet you.”

On the other end, you could see the strain it took for Kris to return the gesture. “Pleasure to meet you, too.”

“Wait,” Huan grinned down at you. “Is this the Kris that you used to talk about all the time?”

Your own eyes went wide with panic. “N-not all the time.”

Kris laughed. “I’m a pretty impressionable guy, so I’m not surprised.”

That made you roll your eyes. Some things never change.

Huan didn’t seem to like the direction the conversation was going, so he looped an arm around your lower back. “Well, it was nice meeting you, Kris, but we should probably get going.”

“Yeah,” you agreed halfheartedly. Seeing Kris again so randomly was making your mind fuzzy. You needed to get out of here, but you didn’t want to leave.

“It was nice to meet you, Huan,” Kris said sincerely. Looking back to you, he gave a soft smile, “It was really good to see you again, (y/n).”

It was impossible not return it. “You, too, Kris.”

Your footsteps were heavy as you walked away from the shop. What strange coincidence was this?

Driving home in your newly fixed car, you were too preoccupied and lazy to cook anything for dinner so you picked up some take out instead, getting both of your usual orders.

At the table, Huan talked about his day like normal, but you found yourself only replying with “hms” and “huhs”. Kris’ face kept floating along in your mind. What had he been up to all these years? Did he go to the same school that you went to now? Did he work at the shop or own it? How were his parents, who always treated you like one of their own?

The muscles in the corner of your mouth pulled up at that last question, remembering the fond memories of playing at Kris’ house and being a bit spoiled by Mrs. Wu. Having no daughter of her own, she kind of doted on you, much to Kris’ irritation.

“What’s the smile for?” Huan asked.

You blinked, looking up from your food. “What?”

“You’re grinning,” he pointed at you with his fork. “What were you thinking about?”

“Just… fond memories,” you shrugged. “Kris’ parents were always really nice to me. I was just thinking about them.”

Huan nodded, looking a little relieved. “Oh, okay.”

He dropped the subject, much to your own relief.

Later that night, after the two of you had crawled into bed and said good night, you found yourself just lying there, staring at the wall and unable to fall asleep. Huan had no trouble drifting off, snoring loudly behind you with one arm draped over your waist, lazily holding you close.

Careful not wake him up, you slowly got out of bed, letting his arm slide off of you. Walking into the closet, you closed the door before turning on the light.

While most of your belongings were unpacked and put away, there was one box that you hadn’t quite gotten to yet. Most of the objects inside were things you didn’t really touch or hadn’t thought about in a long time so there wasn’t any hurry. Pulling the box down from the high shelf, you quietly set it on the floor and opened it up.

A lot of the knick-knacks were from your childhood; first day photos, crappy art projects, a yearbook here and there. Underneath all of that, though, was a very special shoe box. You’d put it away a long time ago, sometime before your sophomore year of college as your teen years were put behind you and real adulthood was coming along.

The contents inside were your most precious items. Items that reminded you of your best friend before he abruptly moved away without a single word of goodbye. It hurt to think about still, how you cried for a week straight while your mother held you and rocked you to sleep. All you wanted was your best friend back, but you didn’t know where he’d gone.

And now he’d magically appeared in front of you. What a jerk.

One by one, you pulled the items out, smiling as you did so. There were a few pictures of you and Kris from your zoo trips and birthday parties. Random rocks you’d found that you once thought were cool and even a red leaf that you’d laminated because you thought it was pretty and you didn’t want to lose it occupied space in the box. But the one thing that you were actually looking for was buried all the way down at the bottom.

Trying not to break the somewhat tangled chain, you pulled out the necklace and held it up.

On your thirteenth birthday, your mother surprised you by having the dumb moonstone that you’d always carried around in your pocket turned into a necklace that you could wear. The rock had always served its purpose, the one Kris had disposed upon it all those years ago. With it in sight, you really couldn’t think of anything else but him.

Sitting there on the floor of your closet in the middle of the night, you fiddled with the necklace, turning the stone in your hand over and over again. Was it a work of fate that he magically appeared in your life again? Or was it just a stunning coincidence?

Either way, you had an inkling feeling that your life was about to get a little complicated.

It was supposed to be a normal day at work. Kris was simply supposed to go in, work on the cars for the day and then go home to have dinner with the boys and maybe get some work done on his own baby.

The silver car that was parked out in front of the shop when he arrived in the morning didn’t seem like anything extraordinary. By lunchtime, he was able to get to the car, finding the problem right away thanks to his good eyes and the note left by the owner. He’d smiled when he read the name, thinking immediately of his childhood friend.

Never, ever in a million years would he ever expected that the same person who left the car and note would really be his old childhood friend – you. And not only that, but the biggest surprise was yet to come.

You were his mate.

The clenching feeling in Kris’ chest was almost overwhelming the second his eyes settled on you. Of course, he recognized you right away. You’d hardly changed at all, even though more than fifteen years had passed.

It was incredible. Something like this was rare, having known his mate since he was young. It seemed impossible that the one destined for him would be you.

And of course, being the smooth operator he was, he’d managed to slip and hurt himself on the car he was working on.

Then things just got worse.

A man came up to you and kissed you on the cheek. Reflexively, Kris’ muscles tightened on the wrench he gripped in his hand. The wolf inside growled at him to do something, to get that man away from his mate. But that was your fiancé. He couldn’t exactly just shove the guy off of you and steal you away.

Driving home that night, Kris felt like there was a war going on inside him. He’d held onto the memory of Jiyoon for so long, he didn’t know it would be this intense like to have those feelings washed away.

Kris had never wanted to find his mate. To him, no one could compare to Jiyoon. But… you felt like a mercy from Fate. The only person who could out shine Jiyoon would be the first girl he’d ever had a crush on.

But you had a fiancé. You’d already promised to spend your life with someone else. What was Kris to do about that?

Maybe this was for the better. If you were with Kris… something bad could happen to you. He couldn’t let you end up like Jiyoon. He didn’t want the same thing again. So, maybe this was meant to be. Kris had found his mate, but you could be happy with someone else. And… maybe you two could just be friends in this lifetime. The wolf didn’t like that idea.

A ferocious war indeed.

With heavy footsteps, Kris walked up to the farmhouse and stepped inside to the kitchen, expecting Kyungsoo to be slaving away at the stove on dinner. However, the house was quiet and no one seemed to be around.

“Hello?” Kris called out.

“No one’s home.” Junmyeon stepped into the kitchen. He was dressed down in sweats and a tank top, the complete opposite of his usual professor get up. In fact, he looked like shit. “They all went out for pizza a few hours ago. Chanyeol said he would text you.”

Frowning, Kris pulled out his phone. Sure enough, there was the text on his screen. He never heard the notification, probably because he was too lost in his thoughts. It was miracle he even made it home without an incident. He shrugged it off, not too put out by it. There was plenty of food in the fridge that he could eat and by now they’d be done and on their way home. Instead, he turned back to Junmyeon.

“What’s going on with you?”

Junmyeon sighed heavily, shuffling over to the breakfast booth. He sat down with a thump and rested his face in his hands.

Kris sat down across from him. “Junmyeon?”

He looked up and stared at Kris. “You don’t look much better.”

“Yeah,” Kris scoffed. “I just got the surprise of my life today.”

Junmyeon raised an eyebrow. “Oh, yeah? I bet I can beat it with what happened to me last week.”

Sitting back, Kris smirked. “Really? Fine. We’ll say it at the same time and see who wins.”

Junmyeon actually laughed. “Alright. Deal.”

Kris held a hand up along with three fingers that went down with the numbers. “Three. Two. One.”

“I found my mate.” “I found my mate.”

The alpha wolves stared at each other in shock.

“Well,” Junmyeon swallowed, “this is quite the development.”

“Yeah,” Kris nod. “You got that right.”

Thunderous footsteps shook the house and the rest of the pack came tumbling into the kitchen from the front of the house. They were wrestling around and joking with each other, but when they noticed the two alphas sitting in the booth, the chatter stopped.

“Anything you guys want to share?” Minseok asked.

Kris looked at Junmyeon and waved his hand out. “You first.”

Junmyeon dropped his head down to the table and groaned. For Junmyeon to be this conflicted about finding his mate, the situation had to be either highly comical or deep trouble. Kris was curious to find out which one it was.

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goodnightkisseu · 6 years ago

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Kang Daniel - Nowhere

Requested By: @playfuldisaster (“ I wanna request an angsty but also quite fluffy fic in which one of the characters there had one-sided love to the other person. You decide if it's danik or y/n who will have the 1-sided crush... ”)

Genre: Angst with some Fluff

Note: So I’ve been mulling over this particular idea for a while and I just couldn’t figure out the type of story that I wanted to tell. The idea hit me during my Christmas break from work and I was able to come up with this! Seongwu does get a brief mention, but the story is very much about Daniel. I hope that everyone can enjoy this one. I worked hard to try and elicit certain emotions this time. As always, please feel free to let me know what you think!

Enjoy~

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- goodnightkisseu’s admin / ashley <3

Being in love with someone was an incredible feeling. The absolute joy that overcomes you when you see him. When he smiles, you unknowingly smile too, his happiness contagious. When he has a hard time, your heart hurts for him. You want to be strong for him, give him advice and be a shoulder he can cry on if he needs it. When he finds his passion, your heart swells with pride, ready to support him in any way he needs. When he hugs you, holds you close, your heart flutters at the warmth and contact, never wanting to let him go. You wished that love could last an eternity.

But, there was a small issue. Even though you were in love, and even though your eyes couldn’t see anyone else… he didn’t love you back. You were nothing more than his friend.

This was the most painful thing about being near Kang Daniel. You had been friends since you met in your Intro to Figure Drawing course a year ago. You recalled him showing up on the first day of class and all the girls instantly whispering to each other as he caught their eye. What you remembered the most about him wasn’t his looks, but that he showed up with no supplies, having only registered for the class about half an hour before it started. At first, you found this ridiculous. You would never have the gall to show up to an art course that underprepared. Yet, even though you felt that way, when he sat down next to you with that sheepish look on his features, you still offered to share your supplies with him, much to the bitterness of the surrounding girls.

And the moment that Daniel became a part of your life, it was as if you had found something that had been missing. Your daily stress didn’t hold a candle to his happy demeanor. One small smile, one dumb joke and your day instantly got better. Your life became more exciting by listening to the ridiculous things that Daniel and his friends got into. He made you more sociable by bringing you along when he went to hang out with the guys. You felt confronted whenever he would offer to walk you home after one of your late night art classes. Everything was just better with Daniel around. He improved your quality of life, and it didn’t take you long to realize that you wanted more. You wanted to be more to him than just his friend. You wanted his hugs, his gestures to mean more.

You had no one to blame but yourself though. You were too much of a coward to act on your own feelings. You cherished Daniel, and you feared losing him if he knew you harbored feelings for him. You were scared of rejection, scared that the happiest thing that had ever entered your life, would as soon as you said those words. So you couldn’t risk it. You couldn’t risk telling him how you felt. You had to hold on to that sliver of happiness he brought you. You went on pretending you didn’t dream of him as your boyfriend. That you never thought of his strong arms holding you close as he gingerly kissed your neck. You pretended that you didn’t think of his kissable lips leaving a peck on your own each time you got shy. No, you pretended that those thoughts had never crossed your mind. At least, as much as you could.

“Yo, what are you thinking about?” Daniel whispered into your ear. You were jostled from your thoughts and almost fell out of your chair, only making the male beside you giggle uncontrollably. You pouted and with a grin he took a next to you, pulling out his materials for the day. Yes, he finally remembered to bring them. It only took him a whole course and a half to figure it out, but it was endearing. Or maybe, to you, everything Daniel did was endearing. Ah, this was trouble.

“N-nothing, just daydreaming,” you replied, trying to play off that you had been thinking of Daniel kissing you again. Instead, you reached into your bag, pulling out your own supplies and getting ready for your painting course.

Yet, it seemed like your answer wasn't enough for Daniel. If anything, it seemed to pique his interest, and he continued to ask questions. "Oh? What were you daydreaming about?" he asked. He watched as you fumbled with your words, and an idea seemed to strike him. It had to be that. Ah, he was such an idiot. "Oh! Were you daydreaming about the new EXO video? I got a notification they released it! I overslept this morning and had to rush here, so I haven't seen it yet. I was planning to watch it after class. But let me guess, you were daydreaming about your future husband," he teased, raising his brows at you playfully.

“I-I was not! It was something else entirely!” you blurted, trying to defend yourself. You and Daniel had, at one point, bonded over EXO, so it didn’t surprise you when he thought he was onto something. Maybe you should have just let him believe he had caught you. At least it would have stopped his line of questioning. Instead, he kept going.

“Oh, come on, I’m practically your best friend. Tell me, tell me which one is your type?” he pleaded, scooting himself closer to you. He was fully invested now. In all the time that the two of you had talked about your favorite groups, not once did you talk about who your favorite was, and Daniel was dying to know.

“Kang Daniel, we are not having this conversation,” you retorted, feeling your cheeks heat up as some of your classmates had taken an interest in the conversation that the two of you were having. You felt Daniel gently grasp your hand, and you had to stop yourself from freezing up at the gesture. He was just trying to get your attention.

“Tell meeeeee,” he whined. “I want to know what your type is so I can find you someone that would be a good fit for you. I can’t do that if you don’t tell me who you like,” he reasoned, a pout forming on his own lips.

‘You’ was the first thought which crossed your mind, but you didn’t utter the simple word into the world. It would have made things awkward. Plus, you also knew there was a girl that Daniel was interested in, one he had been trying to woo, who was in your next class. Saying that would mean instant rejection and just trouble, so much trouble. “There are things about me you aren’t privy to yet, Daniel. Build up your friendship points and maybe I’ll tell you when you have enough,” you joked.

You could see it in his eyes, see that he was about to guilt-trip you into telling him everything, by saying something like he was already an amazing friend. Yet before he could, your professor arrived and class started immediately. Crisis averted… for now.

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It had been a while since you had that conversation with Daniel. He stopped pestering you about it almost immediately because the next day he finally got the courage to ask Soojin out on a date. Things had started out slow. Daniel asked you for a lot of advice, which you thought was adorable, considering he always seemed like he had it together when it came to the opposite sex. But apparently, some things in the entire dating sphere were new to him. As things progressed with Soojin, he spent less and less time with you, and his other friends. Seongwu, being his roommate, was the only one that ever saw him anymore and he told you all that Daniel seemed really happy.

You were glad, just a little hurt. Now that Daniel was in an official relationship, it meant that you no longer stood a chance. You knew it would end up like this, but it still hurt. You thought you would have to wallow in this pain, but Daniel’s friends sought to fix that. The guys pulled you into their friend group, saying you all could have a great time without Daniel and you appreciated it. Being with the guys… it helped to fill the void that Daniel left. It wasn’t the same of course, but it was close, and you were feeling better the more time you spent with them.

Given that Seongwu’s reports had been about how happy Daniel was, it was no doubt a surprise when he showed up at your doorstep one evening. He had been knocking non-stop for about five minutes and when you opened the door to see him leaning against the doorframe, rather zoned out, you knew Daniel had more than enough drinks.

“D-daniel? What are you doing here?” you asked. You saw him wince, your voice hitting a volume and a frequency that his intoxicated brain couldn’t handle at the moment. You quickly apologized before bringing him inside, his weight shifting from your doorframe to you. It was a bit awkward walking with him leaning against you for support, with his height making the whole thing more of an ordeal than it should have been. Once you got him settled on the couch, you ran into your kitchen, pouring him a cup of water before you were at his side again. You gingerly placed it on the table in front of him, not expecting your inebriated friend to hold the cup for long before you settled on the couch next to him, hands in your lap. “So, want to tell me what’s wrong? Why are you so drunk that you can’t even walk straight?”

Daniel, who had been resting his head in his hands, trying to take in his surroundings to figure out where he was, finally looked up at you. Daniel was always such a happy person, so you never expected to see this look on his features. Pain. It was true pain and sadness. Your heart broke. “Soojin… she broke up with me,” he told you, his words slow as he tried to keep himself from getting too emotional over it.

Your eyes widened at Daniel’s confession. No, it couldn’t be. That couldn’t have – “But, Seongwu said you were so happy…”

Daniel's lips curled into a bitter smile, a dry chuckle leaving his lips. "I was happy, very happy. But, I guess Soojin wasn't. I went to pick her up for our date tonight. She took one look at me and told me that she was done with me. She had already found someone else, and he would be there in ten minutes so she needed me to leave. Apparently, he's some new accountant at one of the nearby firms…" he explained. You could hear it in his voice. You could hear he was trying not to break down, to still remain strong. But this had obviously been weighing heavily on him. If he had gotten as drunk as you had suspected, he was definitely in pain.

And honestly, you were upset. Upset that Daniel had gotten hurt. If you weren't in your right mind, you probably would have marched over to Soojin and yelled at her for how terribly she treated him. You never wanted to see Daniel this beaten down. His happiness always made you happy, so to see that gone… it angered you. Yet, you remained level-headed. This was not the situation to be running off and causing a scene. Daniel came here for a reason.

"So you came here?" you asked softly.

Daniel gave you a small nod. "At first I thought drinks would solve my problems. I thought that if I just got wasted, I would forget all of it. But the more I drank, the worse my heart felt. I wasn't forgetting anything. I just got worse. And then… I thought of you. You were always there for me. You were the one that always fixed me… and I thought… maybe tonight, you could put me back together again…"

As the words left his lips, Daniel’s eyes locked with yours. You searched them, looking for what he wanted you to do to make him feel better. You could see that immense pain that filled those chocolate orbs you often got lost in. Those eyes you would sometimes find looking at you and your work when Daniel was trying to figure out why his painting didn’t quite look right. Those beautiful eyes that would make contact with you from across the table whenever you were out at a bar with him. You looked into those gorgeous eyes and before you knew it, Daniel’s lips were on yours knocking the air right out of you as he kissed you. You were completely taken by surprise and found him leaning over you, his lips never leaving yours. That night, you slept with Daniel. It was the one thing you never thought you would do. It was the one thing that would likely break your friendship but you couldn’t stop yourself.

You had yearned for him for months, wanted to feel his lips and body against yours and now it was happening. And though you knew it may end horribly, you gave in to your desires. It was fulfilling the things that happened that night. Daniel made you feel something you had never felt with anyone else. The two of you fell asleep in each other’s arms after your act, the pair of you sleeping soundly that night…

When you woke up to a very sober Daniel the next morning, the two of you weren’t sure what to do with yourselves. You were the first to ask Daniel if he thought it was a mistake. He told you it wasn’t. It was something that felt right at the moment, and you agreed. It had felt right. Nothing about it was wrong. Yet, something about the whole situation had made things awkward for you and Daniel. You didn’t know what it was, but things that had been simple before in your friendship were just… odd. Whenever you gave Daniel a hug, you’d feel him stiffen up, no longer giving you those bear hugs he had been prone to before. Whenever you’d look at him, you could see him looking way. Though his actions were small, and you weren’t even sure if he was aware he was doing it, they hurt you. Daniel had told you that everything was fine, but obviously, they weren’t.

Over time, he started to avoid you, and you too distanced yourself from him. You had tried to message him a couple of times to meet up, but he told you he was busy. After a handful of attempts, you stopped. Daniel went back to spending time with his friends, and though it was hard for you, you eventually made a group of friends of your own. Whenever you’d see the guys, you would greet them from afar, but never went to mingle with them. If Daniel was in their presence, you would just avoid them overall. You hated it. Sometimes you just wanted to chat with them. But seeing Daniel made your heart hurt so much. You’d think back to how close the two of you were to how he iced you out and you just-… it was painful.

You would have gone the rest of your college career avoiding Daniel if it weren’t for one person, Seongwu. He was the first to reach out to you once he noticed how your relationship with Daniel had changed. It wasn’t like it was a secret; it was pretty obvious to all the boys that something had happened between the two of you, though what it was, no one knew. He had apologized to you on Daniel’s behalf, saying he didn’t know what the younger male was thinking by icing you out like this. You told him it wasn’t a big deal, that it hurt you, but he must have had his reasons. Seongwu didn’t try to argue and left it at that… initially.

Over time, he started to contact you more. At first, Seongwu only messaged you to see how you were doing. These conversations eventually started to change. No longer were you just asking about your days. Instead, you told Seongwu more about yourself. The more you talked, the more you disclosed to him about things that were happening in your life. Seongwu became an amazing sounding board for you, always trying to give you advice when he knew you were looking for it. You would often help him through his problems as well. Your conversations became deeper, more meaningful, and soon you realized, it was hard to go a day without talking to Seongwu.

And that was when you knew. There was more to this than just friendship. You felt something for the dark-haired male, something you had only felt for a couple of people in the past. And, truth be told, you were worried at first. Knowing how you felt about Daniel, and how that relationship ultimately turned out, it concerned you that the same thing would happen with Seongwu. Yet, somehow, very clumsily, you asked him if he was looking for something more. At first, he tried to avoid the topic but eventually confessed that it was indeed true, that he had feelings for you. He had for a while now. It was the reason he had originally invited you to hang out with the guys. He wanted to ask you out, but he knew you liked Daniel, even if he was taken. Seongwu had reached out to you now as a way to try to reconnect. He wasn’t thinking it would actually turn into anything, but here the two of you were, at a coffee shop, talking about your feelings for each other.

The thing was, Seongwu was hesitant to act on his feelings even now. Though both of you felt the same way, he worried about starting a relationship with how things ended with Daniel. So instead, he suggested that you and Daniel try to work out the weirdness. Initially, you had been opposed to the idea, and it seemed like Daniel was too. Getting the same feedback from the both of you, Seongwu didn’t push it any further at first. Yet, even if he said nothing, if he didn’t ask for anything else, you could see, over the next couple of days, he was struggling. He had to schedule his time with Daniel, and his time with you, just so that the two of you wouldn‘t meet up, wouldn‘t have to be in the same room as each other.

You could see how hard he was trying, the effort that Seongwu was putting in, and you felt terrible. He liked you a lot, but Daniel was also one of his closest friends. He didn’t want to have to choose between the two of you and you would not make him choose either. So, instead of letting Seongwu spend every waking moment of his life trying to plan out his free time with you and with Daniel, you took the first step and contacted Daniel. The message didn’t say much. All you sent to him was, ‘we need to talk this out for Seongwu’s sake.’ Within minutes, you got a reply from Daniel, letting you know he would be free around lunch tomorrow.

Waiting for Daniel in that familiar restaurant made you uneasy. You could feel the anxiousness building up in your core, as on two occasions, within the span of a few minutes, you almost got up and left. But you stay and waited, because you knew this was important, and to your luck, you didn't have to wait long. Daniel showed up on time, a few minutes early even. The two of you greeted each other, and after that, very unsurprisingly, an awkwardness filled the air. It was that same awkwardness that had consumed the two of you over the last few months. It just wasn't as noticeable when the two of you were far apart. Now the air was so thick, someone probably could have cut it with a butter knife.

Seeing Daniel again caused a weird rush of emotions to overcome you. You still felt nervous, but you could also feel that pain creeping up from the depths of your heart, gripping at it tightly. You also felt a longing for him though those feelings were unlike the ones you had for Seongwu. Everything about being around Daniel confused you, and rather than prolonging that weird feeling, you decided that it was time to move on. That it was time for the both of you to have the lives you deserved.

"Daniel, I know this is awkward, but we really should clear it up," you breathed. Under any other circumstance, you would have been too apprehensive to speak. Yet today you made the first move. Maybe it was because you finally found someone that was worth that effort.

As soon as you spoke, Daniel seemed visibly to relax. You knew him well enough to know he was anxious about this meeting. His body language, how stiff his movements were, and how unsure his voice was, they were all telltale signs. He wanted you to make the first move, and now it seemed like he could speak again. "You’re right. We need to move on," he replied, and you were glad he was willing to handle this like adults.

“So that night, and what happened after…”

“It was my fault,” Daniel admitted, a heavy sigh leaving his lips. He had always wanted to come clean with you, but he was just too scared to. Now he was finally getting the chance to, and he felt… relief. “Look, I was honest with you after it happened. I don’t think what we did was wrong. I thought it was what we both needed at the moment. Thing was, I didn’t know where that would put our friendship. I thought being around you in an ambiguous relationship was a bad idea. I didn’t want you to think we would be friends with benefits, but I wasn’t ready to commit to another relationship yet.”

“So I ran away,” he confessed, the relief instantly replaced by guilt. “I thought creating distance would fix us, but I know that I hurt you. I could see how you looked at me afterward, and I know I made the wrong choice…”

“We could have talked it out Daniel,” you told him. “I liked you. And it is true. I probably would have thought you wanted to be a couple immediately. But if we talked through it, I would have understood…”

That sad and bitter smile appeared on Daniel’s features again. “I was too much of a coward, and I honestly don’t deserve someone like you…”

“Maybe not as a girlfriend,” you teased, getting him to chuckle for the first time since he got there. “But I’d love to be your friend again. I miss hanging out with you, doing stupid things together…”

“I missed you too. It’s been hard not having you to confide in. The guys aren’t as receptive to that type of thing. Plus, who else will go to fan-events and concerts with me,” he joked, and you couldn’t help but laugh at his reply. “So we’re good?”

You nodded. “We’re on the way to being good, again,” you corrected him, and he couldn’t help but smile. It was that smile you had missed that radiant smile that warmed your heart.

“And Seongwu-hyung… you’re happy with him? I know he really likes you. He won’t stop talking about you,” Daniel said through another chuckle.

“I am. He makes me really, really happy,” you confessed, Daniel’s smile growing to the point where his eyes turned into little crescent moons.

Gently, Daniel grabbed both of your hands in his, giving them a light squeeze. “I mean this. I’m so glad you found someone that makes you happy…” he replied earnestly. He was glad you had found that person that made you happy that person that could care for you. It was all he had ever wanted for you. He wasn’t that person, but in that restaurant where the two of you used to go to vent about your problems, you knew it was okay. Because you were rebuilding your friendship with each other, and that bond meant so much more to you both…

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kimjongdaely · 6 years ago

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Gambling [Chapter 8]

Mafia!AU

Pairing: Xiumin x Reader

Warnings: Language, violence, sexual situations

Summary: After his ruined wedding, Kim Minseok puts all his time into his mafia to distract from the heartache. That’s when he finds himself in a deal with you. The deal is simple: whoever falls in love first, loses.

Prologue│Chapter 1│Chapter 2│Chapter 3│Chapter 4│Chapter 5│ Chapter 6│Chapter 7│Chapter 8│Epilogue

Everything is dark.

The only indication that you’re actually awake is your consciousness, the pounding of your heart, the vivid pain on your wrists and legs which are tied down onto the chair you sit in.

You can’t hear anything, and it doesn’t seem like anyone’s here.

The lights suddenly come on.

Blinding, and it’s painful to open your eyes. You squeeze them tight on instinct, hearing footsteps echo, coming closer.

You manage to squint, glaring at the man who calls himself ‘The Taker.’ His face makes you livid, bile rising in your throat.

He grins at you, mirth shining in his eyes. “Now then,” he coos, “be good and tell your underlings to hand over Lotteria, or you get hurt.”

He holds up his phone, most likely filming you. A ransom video, hm?

You spit at him, scowling. “Don’t be stupid. I’m not doing anything for you, and neither will they. I gave them specific orders never to save me if something were to happen to me. Sehun will continue to run the mafia without me. You’ll never have it even if you kill me.”

He narrows his eyes, grabbing you by the collar and yanking you painfully towards him, the binds on your wrists and ankles protesting. “We’ll see about that.”

He pushes you away, almost knocking you backwards as your chair tips back slightly, though you manage to regain your balance. He slaps you across the face, so hard he draws blood. He cackles, snapping a photo of you like that before he leaves.

You’re sure Sehun would never come for you. It’s too risky. He’s too smart to fall for such stupid tricks.

But it’s hard to say you’re not scared.

It’s hard to say you don’t want anyone to save you.

Minseok…

Minseok lets out a yawn. It’s boring staring at the same four walls all day. Chen is in the same cell as him, humming.

“I think it’s almost time.” Minseok says, voice loud as it echoes, allowing the others to hear, though they’re in different cells. “Don’t you think?”

“Yeah.” Chen answers. “They should be here any minute.”

Just then the door opens, revealing a handful of men, all dressed in police uniforms. The one leading them takes off his uniform cap, grinning at them. “Hey, hyung. Ready to get out?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” Minseok grins back at Jongin, rising and stretching his sore muscles as Jongin and his men work to unlock the doors. “Come on, boys. We’ve got a man to hunt down.”

Ugh, the hunger is getting unbearable. You haven’t eaten or drank in almost 12 hours, or so you think. Time is an ungraspable concept in a place like this. No sunlight can get in, and everything is always basked in florescent light. It’s making you uncomfortable.

The Taker hasn’t come back in since then. Your mouth stopped bleeding several hours ago, but it’s still sore. Your muscles ache from being in the same position, your wrists and ankles probably scraped from the friction of your binds.

12 hours and counting. How long will you stay here, you wonder? How long until the Taker realizes no one will come for you, that no one will trade anything for you?

How long until he decides to kill you?

You sigh in frustration, upset at yourself for letting this happen. If only you were less impulsive, if only you calmed down and called for backup. If only you hadn’t been so cold to Minseok…

You wonder how he is. Is he really in jail? But surely he can escape from prison easily—it’s not like he’s never been there before.

He must hate you by now. After all, you did try to murder him once. He’s been by your side, protecting you all the while and yet you were so mean towards him.

“How’re you holding up?”

You mentally groan, glaring up at your captor who smirks down at you. Oh, how you wish you could smack that smug look off his face.

He scoffs. “I bet you’re hungry, aren’t you? How long do you think you’ll last? You better pray they come for you quick.”

You manage a laugh. “And I wonder how long your patience will last. Just give it up.”

His eyes narrow, slapping you across the face again, splitting your lip, and this time you do topple over, crashing against your arm, feeling pain shoot up. You growl at him when he moves to pull you back up, one hand around your neck. “I did not go through all this trouble to come empty handed. I will have Lotteria, whether they come for you or not.” He sneers. “But if they do come to you, it would certainly save me a lot of time. I might even let you live.”

You spit blood in his face, watching him pull back with a howl. “Fuck you.”

“You!” He seethes, hands tightening around your neck until you’re choking. “You bitch. I should just kill you now—”

Suddenly an alarm blares, an obnoxious noise that ultimately saves you. He clicks his tongue, hands retreating from around your neck and you cough, air gushing back into your lungs almost painfully.

“They’ve come.” His voice is a mix of delight and annoyance. His footsteps echo when he turns to leave, quick and swift.

You feel yourself still struggling to breathe, a mixture of panic setting in. They’ve come? Really? But you’re sure Sehun would never do such a thing. You told him specifically—You’re going to give him a piece of your mind when—if—he shows up.

The door to the room bursts open, smoke pouring in from a mini explosion. You cough, eyes watering, and you make out several figures through the smoke.

None of them look like Sehun.

So then who…?

“How’d you end up like this, princess?”

Your head snaps up at the voice, eyes widening at the familiar face smirking at you. “Minseok?”

“Need a hand?” He asks rhetorically, pulling out a dagger from his belt and swiftly cutting through your binds. You rub at your wrists, seeing them purple and raw.

“What are you doing here?” You demand. “I thought EXO got caught by the police.”

“We were.” He answers simply. “But we escaped. As if they would be able to hold me. I went to go find you, but Sehun told me you were likely kidnapped, and gave me your location.”

“I can’t believe you did this.” You say in disbelief, throwing your hands up. “Do you know how risky this is? You’re literally risking your own mafia—”

“Yah,” Minseok raises a brow, “Are you seriously berating me right now? After I just saved you?”

You take a better look at him, his image burning into your mind. You’re so relieved. You’re so relieved.

You feel your eyes sting, and like a child, you begin wailing.

“Whoa!” Minseok exclaims, wrapping you in his arms, pressing you against him. “Why are you crying? Hey, it’s okay.”

You feel yourself literally crumpling, your legs giving way and your body going numb. You feel dizzy, your body losing all strength, and he feels so warm and comforting against you. “Thank you, Minseok.”

Then the world spins around you, and fades away.

You wake up in an unfamiliar room, hooked up to half a dozen machines that are beeping quietly next to you. You groan when you try to move, your muscles screaming in protest.

“Raven!”

Someone helps you up, and you realize it’s Sehun. He looks like he hasn’t slept or had a proper shower in days, with hair sticking up in all directions and dark bags under his eyes. He looks both relieved and insanely worried, and you suppose you know why. “Sehun…what happened?”

“You left!” He hisses, looking almost crazed with his blazing angry eyes. “I told you. I freaking told you not to go and yet did you listen? No! I swear, Raven, if that man didn’t kill you, I will—”

“Sehun!” You exclaim, stopping his rambling. “I get it! I’m sorry. I know it was stupid, but I just had to…” You trail off, exhaling. “I’m sorry.”

He breathes out, shakily, and then again which is much calmer. He sinks into a chair placed next to the bed you lie on, body slumped. “I’m just…I’m just so glad you’re safe. I wanted to go get you when I got the photo—I was going to get you—but I knew you’d be so angry to know I left the mafia on its own—” He rubs his face, looking so tired. You’ve never seen him like this before.

You place your hand gently on his shoulder, giving it a squeeze. “Thank you, Sehun. You made the right choice. I was ready to die there, so this is actually a pleasant surprise.”

The door clicks open, revealing a dark haired man wearing a white doctor’s coat. You’re sure you’ve seen him somewhere before… “…Are you Yixing?”

“Yes,” he looks surprised for a moment, before he smiles. “I’m surprised you remember me. Anyways, you don’t have too many injuries, which is good. You twisted your shoulder, and your wrists and ankles are bandaged up, as well as your lip. I didn’t really want to stick anything into your mouth,” he lets out a sheepish grin, “but the wound seemed to be healing on its own just fine. Just remember not to irritate it while eating, and please don’t drink alcohol because that stuff will burn. Trust me, it’s not as numbing as people say it is.”

You manage a smile. “Thanks.” A pause. “…Is…um...Minseok…?”

“He’s outside.” Yixing answers. “Should I call him in?”

Sehun lets out a huff, crossing his arms like a kid.

“Should I call him in, Sehun?” You tease, watching him jut his lips out into a pout.

“Well, I mean, I don’t want you to.” He sighs. “But without him you probably would’ve been dead, so go ahead. Do whatever you want.”

You let out a grateful smile, nodding at Yixing. Sehun rises to follow Yixing out the door, and Minseok pokes his head in seconds later. “Hey, feeling better?”

“A little.” You answer. “Sore and tired, but alive.”

“Well, that’s what matters, isn’t it?” He flashes you a lopsided grin, taking a seat. “But you really scared me there. You just started crying and then passed out. I didn’t even know what to do.”

Your cheeks flare up at that, feeling so embarrassed. You were so relieved to see him that you just broke down, but at the same time you’re glad it was him that saw you like that. You’re not sure Sehun even saw you like that before.

You bite your lip, wincing only when you feel the pain, reminding yourself that your lip is still split. You’ve been fighting this feeling, this revelation for ages now, but after everything, you think you can come to terms with it.

For the first time since playing, you’ve lost your own gamble.

“Hey,” you murmur, voice quiet and he hums in response. You look down at your hands in your lap, letting your hair fall and shield your face. “I love you.”

Silence.

After fucking confessing, you’re met with silence. You sit there like a statue, afraid to move, but by god you want to just curl up and die. You not only confessed to him, confessed you lost your gamble, but will now lose a shit ton of money and a portion of your precious land.

And you’re met with silence.

Brilliant.

Maybe you should’ve just died…

“Really?” Minseok finally says, a mere whisper of disbelief and you sigh—the most bitter sigh you’ve ever let out.

“Yes.”

More silence.

You finally can’t stand the itch and peek through your hair to look at him. What expression is he showing?

And when you look, he has the biggest shit-eating grin you’ve ever seen on a human being. “It was about time.”

You growl, feeling pain erupt in your mouth and cheeks but you ignore it, grabbing a pillow and catapulting it against his face. “Yes! You win the stupid gamble. Congrats, Xiumin.”

“Aw,” he pouts, “and I was getting so used to you calling me Minseok.”

You cheeks are so unbelievably hot, and it’s hard to keep the fierce, angry expression on your face. “Enough! I’ll get Sehun to send you the money and contracts, so just—”

Before you can finish, he grabs your arms, pulling them away from your face so you can’t shield yourself. “You’re an idiot.” And then he presses his lips against yours.

You squeal, feeling pain on your wound despite how gentle Minseok is being. When he pulls away, his face is scrunched up. “Ew, blood does not taste good.”

You catapult another pillow into his face.

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