#ah yes just me gushing about how much i love exo

[na-klar]

You're a K-Pop fan? What's your favorite group or who do you listen to? If you don't mind me asking🙈

oh please, always ask me about kpop, i love talking about it lmao

okay, so. my favorite group - my ult group - is exo. they are the reason i got into kpop at all. my friend showed me a video of chanyeol performing all of me and i swear i fell in love at first sight. i was obsessed with chanyeol and watched every video on youtube i could find, and eventually got into his group exo too. call me baby was an integral part of me falling in love with exo as quickly and fiercely as i did and therefore will always have a special place in my heart.

tbh i've never loved any group or musician quite as much as exo, they're one of the most talented and well-balanced groups in kpop in my opinion and they have some of the best vocalists in the entire world. like. jongdae??? baekhyun??? jongdae AND baekhyun (that's my fav cover from them btw)??

not to mention how impeccable their discography is, no matter if group or solo... literally no one is touching them imo 😭these are some of my fav songs (w/ youtube links so y'all can enjoy these masterpieces too and i URGE you to do so!!! your life will change for the better): been through, she's dreaming (THIS SONG I COULD WRITE WHOLE DISSERTATIONS ABOUT IT), gravity (this is exo's best song of all time in my very humble but very right opinion), baby you are, groove, tempo, sweet lies, unfair (sexy santa baekhyun edition)

my 2nd fav group is red velvet, i love them SO much i can't even bring it into words. yeri is like my fav idol of all time and i have an embarrassingly huge crush on her lmao. red velvet's discography is also just... chef's kiss

then i also absolutely adore shinee, they're my comfort group you could say, i love everything about them and married to the music is one of the best kpop songs of all time; 1 of 1 probably the most flawless album of all time. also i saw taemin live and i still haven't recovered

(as you can see i'm very much into sm groups lmao, i'm just a sucker for good vocals and great discographies to match)

then there are a few other groups i love and listen to frequently: aespa, bigbang (g-dragon especially), stray kids, pentagon, blackpink, twice, dreamcatcher and some solo artists: lee hi, taeyeon, dean, zion.t

[taestfully]

You tell them you love them during sex

Request: Hello there!!! 😊 Could you do an exo reaction to their gf saying ‘I love you’ to them (in a really cute way) while doing it/making love? Thank you 😊

Xiumin

Minseok was always so good to you. In every way possible he showed you how much he cared and cherished you. The way he loved to express his feelings for you most was being intimate with you like he was in that moment.

The sensations were overwhelming and the air surrounding your bodies was full of passion and whispered exclamations of more and yes. All you could focus on was him and the way it felt to have his body against yours.

Everything you felt was so much your body couldn’t quite handle it. Your chest was swelling with emotions for the man that always made you feel like you were the most important woman in the world. “I love you,” spilled out of your mouth in a sigh. Your hand was against his cheek in adoration.

Minseok’s movement stilled momentarily as his eyes focused on you, surprise swimming in his chocolate irises. He smiled and leant down his forehead to rest it against yours before resuming a soft, sweet pace. “I love you, too.”

Suho

Arguments weren’t common between you and Junmyeon. But you were both human and both had some stresses of life that you couldn’t always keep at bay. An argument sparked over silly things which then turned into a fire of rude words and accusations that you didn’t mean one bit. The fire died soon after and the two of you were in each other’s arms, making up for the hurtful words exchanged.

Junmyeon was always fond of making love rather than fucking and he made sure that after being intimate that you knew just how much he cared. In that moment his pace was slow and purposeful as if he could portray just how sorry he was by the movement of his hips.

You really did love him despite the silly arguments. He was an amazing man. “I love you, Junmyeon,” you told him quietly through a wave of pleasure.

Junmyeon didn’t miss a beat. He kissed your lips tenderly and smiled. “I love you too, (y/n). Always.”

Lay

Yixing had been super busy lately which ultimately meant that there had been zero quality time between the two of you. By the time that he had a break in his schedule, there was so much stored up emotion that it seemed like a dam was about to burst when you saw him again.

Sex was so different that night. It usually was after Yixing returned after time away. You had missed him so much that it hurt. You were so thankful to have him back in your arms again. You raised your head to place a kiss on his cheek, earning a soft smile from him. “I love you, Yixing.”

Yixing’s movements slowed as he grinned down at you, deep dimples on his cheeks. “Ah, I love you, too. So much.”

Baekhyun

Of course you thought Baekhyun was amazing. And beautiful. He was your boyfriend. But it was in moments like this, tangled up together in the bedsheets with his lip caught between his teeth as he concentrated on making you feel good, that you felt overwhelmed by how stunning he was.

You could’ve complimented him. You could’ve told him that he was beautiful, amazing, and perfect. He was definitely all of those things and more but in stead you said a simple “I love you.”

Baekhyun stopped, stunned at your intimate words, and looked into your eyes to see the love and adoration gleaming in them. The soft expression on your face had him grinning. He began to move again as he chuckled. “I love you, too.”

Chen

Jongdae carried a lot on his shoulders. He never out right told you when he was he dealing with something or if heavy thoughts weighed on his mind. You knew nonetheless. You saw it in the coverup smiles. You saw it in the way he’d never spend too long talking about it if you brought it up.

You loved Jongdae so much. And at that moment, the two of you tangled together in the sheets, was the best moment you could tell him. In that moment, he was carefree. You kissed his forehead. “I love you, Jongdae.”

He grinned. He brushed his nose against your cheek as he peppered small kisses there. “Ah, you’re too sweet to me, you know that?” He chuckled. “I love you, too.”

Chanyeol

When you thought about how passionate Chanyeol was at everything he did, it made you proud. Proud of him and the man that he had grown to be. You were amazed at how he loved to venture into new things, always giving his best even when it was unknown or different to him.

It made you swell with gratitude that he was all yours.

Your hands traced the features of his handsome face as the tip of your nose brushed his. His eyes were closed as he moved within you, pleasuring you and making you feel oh so full. You felt amazing because of him, his passion encompassing every inch of you. At a surge of pleasure, you sighed. “I love you, Yeol.”

Chanyeol’s eyes widened and the dimple appeared on his left cheek as he stuttered out a shy smile. He shook his head before kissing your lips. “I love you.”

D.O.

It wasn’t unusual for the two of you to exchange sweet nothings between one another during making love. You two had a sweet relationship. Kyungsoo was often a little shy about saying these kind of things to you, but when he did, it was incredibly endearing.

Tonight you felt a little bit of extra love for your boyfriend as the two of you made love. He was everything you could’ve ever wanted and more. You felt the need to say that to him. “I love you,” you cooed, hands caressing the skin of his back. When he looked at you with wide eyes, you chuckled. “More than you could imagine.”

Kyungsoo smiled sweetly. It took him a moment to get the words out, a blush present on his cheeks. “I love you, too.”

Kai

Things were so playful between the two of you. You always felt lighthearted with Jongin. It was nothing but sugary sweetness most of the time. But sometimes your boyfriend decided to make things a little spicy, and of course you couldn’t complain.

You felt his grip on your hips tighten as your movements gained speed. You bit back a smirk at the sight of his blissed out expression. Amused, you bent over and pressed a sweet kiss to his lips as you continued to move. “I love you.”

Jongin laughed breathily as he looked at you through hooded eyes. You saw the love gleam in them. His hands began to roam up and down your body. “Mmh, I love you, too.”

Sehun

You never once believed those things people said about Sehun being stoic or cold. Anyone who knew him personally knew that he was one of the biggest dorks known to man. He also had one of the biggest hearts and deep down he really was a rather emotional sweetheart. You loved to witness the moments where his sharp features softened when he smiled.

You loved when you could see that pink glow on his cheeks.

Sehun was blushing in that moment, though he tried to hide the fact by nestling his face in your neck. The two of you were currently partaking in an act that was anything but soft, but the way you were gushing words of endearment to him had him feeling his heart swell with emotion. “I love you,” you said, which ultimately made him lose his cool and begin to chuckle into your neck.

Sehun picked his head up to look down at you, his movement within you slowing down to a lazy pace. His cheeks were pink and on full display for you to see. He grinned. “Must you say those things right now? You’re being way too sweet.” He rested his forehead against yours. “I love you, too, silly.”

[newcaptainofsquad9]

So, When Can We Tell The World? {2} Min Yoongi x black! fem! reader

Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6 

Pairing: Yoongi x reader

Summary: Yoongi follows you to your room, bringing up his proposition about you going public again. You bite back, trying to hold back your emotions while you and Yoongi’s argument builds until you two get some unexpected  visitors.

Genre: Angst(lot’s of it in this chapter, my goodness), Fluff, Romance, Idol-verse, Smut(none in this chapter)

Word Count: 1, 850

Author’s Note: I’m glad you guys are enjoying this fic! Let me know if you have any BTS or EXO requests!

Shooky stares at me with that wide eyed, agape mouthed expression that only a BT21 plush can send. I stare at him (they’re genderless, but I call mine he) with that adorable smile and furrowed brows, he doesn’t remind me of Yoongi, yet in subtle ways he does. The way he get’s excited sometimes reminds me of how the tiny cookie like character bounces, and the way he smiles is just as endearing as well. The thoughts of Yoongi made me hold Shooky tighter against my chest. How could he not understand why going public would be a bad move? God, just thinking of what could happen makes my head spin. 

“Hey, you all right?”

I tear my gaze away from Shooky and towards my bedroom door. Yoongi leans against it, hands stuffed into the pockets of his sweats as he gazes at me with a close eye. 

I nod against Shooky and turn away from his piercing gaze. 

“You don’t look it,” he says, “and why are you hugging on him so tight, you’ve got me remember?”

I scoff his mumbling while sitting up completely. He steps over to the bed, sitting so that there’s enough space between the both of us. 

“Yeah, but Shooky never catches me off guard,” I say, “he just lets me hug him, he didn’t make me anxious.”

Yoongi sighs. 

“I didn’t mean to make you feel that way,” he admits, “I just thought we should talk about being official.” 

“You keep saying we,” I say, “but you still aren’t getting why I can’t do it!”

I rise, taking Shooky up with me as I start for my door, making Yoongi groan.

“Y/N, Y/N c’mon,” he groans, “talk to me, please?”

He grabs my elbow and I freeze, glancing over my shoulder to catch his saddened face. How can I resist it? No matter how fed up I am, I have to hear him out, we’ve got some time to talk things out we should do that. 

“Ok,” I say, “I’m going to talk and you can’t say anything tell I’m finished, is that all right?”

Yoongi nods before reaching for my hand. 

“What are you doing?” I giggle. 

Yoongi shrugs. 

“If Shooky can be in your arms, could I at least hold one hand?” he asks. 

I roll my eyes and nod, tucking Shooky into the crook my arm before taking his hand. He leads me back to the bed, allowing us both to sit with enough space in between again. I let out a breath as Yoongi traces my knuckles with his thumb. 

“Yoongi, I,” I pause, “I need you to understand that going public will bring up many issues.”

Yoongi purses his lips, conflict drawing up on his face, yet he honors my request and remains quiet. 

“Sure, you love me, hell the boys do, which surprised the hell out of me!” I admit, “but the rest of the world won’t.”

“But it’s not their place to,” Yoongi murmurs, “we’re all that matters.”

I shake my head and squeeze Shooky tighter.

“It’s not that simple and you know it,” I growl, “I can’t believe I have to spell this shit out for you!”

“Then fucking do it!” he shouts, “you’re blowing this way out of proportion!”

I nearly squeeze the stuffing out of Shooky, my blood boiling at his accusation.

“Yoongi, I can’t fucking deal with this right now,” I whisper, “not when you’re acting dense right now.”

I get up and Yoongi is already up with me, grabbing my arm this time. 

“Spell it out then!” he declares, “I want you to just talk to me!”

“I thought it was fucking obvious but apparently it wasn’t!” I snap, “I’m black that’s number one! Number two I’m not a God damn idol!”

Yoongi deflates a bit, but still reels on.

“You’re still a public figure,” he says, “and you shouldn’t give a damn about what they say, they’ll talk Y/N! Just like with Kai, Jennie and Chen it all blew over eventually.”

I bit down hard on my lip, trying to hold back the tears that start to form. My head bobs down in a feeble nod.

“Yeah it did,” I say, “but do you know the common denominators in their cases? They’re Korean Yoongi! you and me are different culturally. Your precious ARMY and the people and South Korea will make my life a living hell if we come out like this.”

The moment my words come out, Yoongi’s torn. He’s not holding back tears like me, but a combination of shock and disbelief. 

“Is that really how you feel?” he asks, “do you really believe they’ll do that?”

I swallow hard, yet nod. He can’t sway me this time, I’m being realistic about this. 

“Yes, I do,” I declare. 

Yoongi shuts his eyes, finally allowing a wave of silence to wave over the both of us. I wait for his next words, yet they don’t come, thank God. I need to cool down, somewhere away from him. My feet move, bare feet padding against the carpet fast. Words disrupt it’s rhythm, coming out quick, low and rough. I turn on my heels just as fast to see Yoongi with his head in his hands.

“What was that?” I ask. 

Yoongi shifts his head up and shakes his head. 

“Nothing, just-”

“Yoongi,” I growl, “don’t start this.”

Yoongi purses his lips. 

“Y/N-”

“I let you know what’s on my mind,” I say, “you should do the same for me.”

Yoongi scoffs. 

“Ok, fine,” he grumbles, “you say you love me, but I’m having a hard time believing it now.”

The tears finally break from the dam, rushing down my cheeks freely. My hands shake, Shooky along with it as my vision blurs. Yoongi’s up, walking toward me. 

“Y/N-”

“I can’t, just leave me alone!” I shout.

I throw Shooky at him, causing him to flinch as the plush hitting his chest catches him off guard.

“I didn’t mean it,” he says. 

“Well then what the hell is it supposed to mean then Yoongi?” I ask.

He opens his mouth, closes it and tries again. 

“I-”

He gets cut off as both of us jump at the sound of the doorbell ringing. My heart hammers against my chest, I don’t remember inviting anyone. My gaze goes to Yoongi who’s closer now.

“I-I invited the guys,” he says, “thought it’d be nice to all hang out.”

I manage to laugh through the tears. 

“Of course you did.”

“I can tell them this isn’t a good time if-”

“No,” I say while wiping my tears, “I’m fine, I’ll let them in.”

I move out the room and down the stairs, Yoongi right on my heels, making me overwhelmed again. 

“Y/N, let me,” he says. 

“Yoongi, it’s my house-”

“I know, and I fucked up, just let me,” he mutters. 

He’s talking and moving so fast that he’s already down the stairs and peering up at me. 

“Fine,” I say, giving up. 

Yoongi gives me a tiny grin. 

“Stay right there! I’ll have the guys meet you here!” he says.

I stay and watch as he rushes over to the door, opening it quickly. 

“Yoongi! hey!” Namjoon greets. 

I can’t help but giggle as I make sure the tears are gone. The guys make more and more noise as I descend to meet up with them.

“Y/N!” Jungkook shouts.

“Hey Jung-”

My words are lost as he hugs me tightly, lifting me off the ground with ease. 

“K-Kook, please,” I beg, “you’re squeezing me.”

Jungkook grins sweetly before putting me down. 

“Sorry Y/N, I’m just so stoked!” he gushes, “we haven’t played Tekken in a year and I’m looking forward to showing you how much I’ve improved!”

I chuckle.

“You sure you can handle it?” I ask, “last time I beat you at a first to five you whined the entire day.”

Jungkook nods eagerly as Jimin throws an arm around his shoulder. 

“Of course our golden maknae can,” Jimin says, “but I wouldn’t mind watching Y/N kick your ass again.”

“Ah! Y/N’s not kicking anyone’s ass until she’s eaten!” Jin scolds. 

He’s holding a plastic bag with groceries in one arm, while RJ is tucked under his arm. 

“Why’d you bring him?” I ask, pointing to RJ.

Jin grins. 

“Well, I’m glad you asked,” he says, “he’s for you, you seem to have enough Shooky, and I thought you’d want to spice things up with a fluffy alpaca.” 

“What’s wrong with Shooky?” Yoongi grumbles.

Our eyes meet for a moment. He offers a warm grin, one that I ignore for Jin’s gift. 

“Thanks Jin, he’ll go great with Shooky,” I say, “Kook, set up the Xbox, we can start soon.”

Jungkook’s face brightens, nods and runs off to the living room. 

“Where’s my hug?” Taehyung mumbles playfully. 

“Mine too,” Hoseok mimics with a bright grin. 

I only open my arms as Taehyung steps over eagerly with that boxy smile, along with Hobi. Jimin beats them both with a smug look, making both the members frown. 

“Jimin! C’mon!” Taehyung groans.

“You got to be quicker than that!” Jimin notes.

He squeezes a bit, looking down at me with concern.

“Mh? Y/N, are you ok? You usually hug me right back,” he says. 

I look over to Yoongi, our eyes meeting again prior to moving elsewhere. 

“Nothing Chim,” I say, “I’m good, ok?”

Jimin’s concern stays, yet he doesn’t pry, which I’m thankful for. Taehyung however does. 

“You sure?” he asks. 

“Yeah,” I say, “guys, just, uh go help Jin in the kitchen.”

Jimin, Taehyung and Hoseok all stare blankly at me before at Yoongi, and then back at me. 

“You heard the lady!” Jin calls from the kitchen. 

They sigh and walk slowly away, leaving Yoongi, Namjoon and I. 

“You guys doing ok?” Namjoon asks, “whenever I see the two of you, you’re attached to the hip.”

I glance at Yoongi from the corner of my eye, he’s still staring, like I’m supposed to answer that question. His silence doesn’t cease, forcing me to say something. 

“We’re ok, just ah,” I pause to look at Yoongi.

“She told this really corny joke earlier,” Yoongi blurts, “wasn’t funny.”

Namjoon raises an eyebrow, opening his mouth to answer.

“Jo-”

“Oh I’ve got better ones!” Jin calls. 

Namjoon sighs. 

“No hyung, just, keep them in the kitchen please,” he groans. 

“How about you get your ass in here to help and maybe I will!” Jin counters.

Namjoon rolls his eyes. 

“Fine” he says, “for Y/N’s sake.”

I mouth a thank you as he squeezes my shoulder. 

Yoongi and I stand alone in the front part of the living room, the painstaking silence swallow us yet again. 

“Y/N, I’m-”

Yoongi gets cut off by Jungkook.

“Y/N! Hurry before I lose this combo!” he shouts. 

“Kook wants me,” I say, “what were you?”

Yoongi shakes his head, closing the distance between us. 

“It’s nothing,” he says, “kick his ass for me.”

Yoongi kisses my forehead and cheeks prior to leaving me standing in the living room in utter confusion.    

[slutforemunson]

Red Velvet - Lotto (EXO - Mafia!AU)

Heyyy so it's been a year- and therefore this'll be some kind of try out for me. So, you'll get more information about Red Velvet. I hope you guys enjoy it!

Disclaimer: since I won't be having a summer vacation, I'll still have work to do for college, so I'm not 100% sure if I'll have time. Also, this prb won't be my best writing, since I haven't written something in over a year...this is just something to get back in the game hahaha

Words: 1,8K

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Red Velvet. They were the first girl gang in town, and they were known for saving women out of nasty situations. The five girls started out as escorts, who you won't consider important people. Unlike most escorts, they got out and formed a gang. They started saving women from the streets, causing more girls to form gangs. Still, they kept most control and other girl gangs would inform them if something threatened their position.

Irene, Wendy, Seulgi, Joy & Yeri. These were the names of the members, who saved women on a daily basis.

It all started 5 years ago...

Irene's P.O.V.

This was one of those dreadful nights. I was sitting on the lap of an old guy, who smelled like cigars. He ignores me while he talks business with some other guys, one of them is Suho. He's the leader of a growing gang in this city, namely EXO. They were running this shit show and I was just another pawn in their game. The guy who had me in his lap was an important business partner of EXO. His son, Kiyoung, was a regular of the club. Recently EXO introduced a new concept in The Black Pearl, called Lotto. It's a kind of lottery with the price, one night with one of us. The guy squeezed my hip a bit and I saw Suho's expression change. ''Irene, leave us. We have some important matters we need to discuss, without an escort eavesdropping on us.'' He said with a straight face, before taking a sip from his whiskey. I left the old man without a second thought and continued roaming the room, hoping to make some money off another guy.

Wendy's P.O.V.

His lips once again brushed against my neck, before I snapped back to reality, ''Chanyeol, we gotta stop doing this.'' I said and pushed against his chest. ''But you enjoy it, don't you?'' he smirked and for once second, I forgot about what was at stake, my life. 'I love you too, Yeollie, but you know this won't end well for me. When they find out about us --- and they will ---, they'll have me killed. Just like when they found out about Jeongyeon and Kris. Suho will think I know too much and kill me without a second thought.'' I sighed and looked down. Chanyeol put a finger under my chin and made me look at him, ''You know I won't let that happen, I love you.'' he said, desperately wanting me to stay with him. ''I know you think that, but in the end, EXO is your family and they'll always come first. Besides that, I'm just a nobody to them, so they won't even care.'' I said, getting fed up and pushing him away.

''Good night, Chanyeol. Please contact me, when you've made your mind up about us.'' I walked away from him without looking behind me, ''Wendy, wait!'' he said, running after me. He grabbed me by my arm and turned me around, ''You know damn well what I want. I want you, and I don't fucking care about their opinions. I love you and no one will come in between us. I know EXO is my family, but they'll just have to accept that I see you as more than a one-nightstand.'' He placed his hand softly on my cheek and placed his lips against my lips.

''I've actually had this idea for some time now,'' he began, and I looked at him, waiting for him to continue. ''How would you feel about getting out of this business and joining EXO? I mean you would do Suho a favor since you're always fighting the customers'' he chuckled. I gaped at him, not knowing what to say. Joining an only-guys gang didn't seem ideal for me as a woman. ''I don't know, Yeollie, I mean I would leave all the girls behind me. I wouldn't want to betray them or leave them behind.'' I said, hoping that he would say they could tag along. ''I know you grew accustomed to these girls, but in the end, they would drop you as well if they got a chance like this.'' I looked at him shocked. I couldn't believe that he would actually say something like that. ''How dare you, say something like that? These girls always had my back, since the beginning. They're MY family.'' I said angrily, for he offended me and my girls. ''I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that I know you girls care about each other a lot,'' he said and turned away from me. ''but just think about my offer, please. I'll drive by with Chen tonight. It would mean the world for me if you left with us.'' he said and walked away, leaving me with my own thoughts.

Later that night...

I entered our room, with my head in the clouds. Chanyeol was picking me up tonight. I would finally leave this life. I'll miss the girls thought, so I'm still not totally sure if I'll take him up on his offer. Sure, living with him would be a dream for me, and I won't have to take shit from perverts anymore. Still, leaving the girls behind doesn't sit right with me. ''What happened to you, something with Chanyeol?'' Lisa asked me, while she was brushing Jennie's hair. I hummed before falling on my bed, sighing dreamily. I rolled onto my stomach and rested my head in my hands. ''He's such a gentleman. Total boyfriend material.'' I said, thinking about all of his handsome futures. ''Besides that, he's in a gang.'' Lisa joked. ''I don't have a dream job either.'' I sighed and rolled back on my back. I could get out of this job today if I just left all of this behind. ''I better get some sleep; we're meeting again after work tomorrow. He has planned a romantic night.'' I lied, knowing damn well I would be leaving tonight. Yes, I had made my mind up. I love the girls, but this time I had to choose for my future. And I couldn't think about a future without Chanyeol in it. Lisa whistled, thinking I would get some on a date. I turned around sadly, for I would leave them all behind.

When we were all asleep, we heard a ticking noise against the window, before something broke the window. Jennie screamed before Tiffany told her to shut up since Ji Won would punish us for making too much noise. Tiffany and Taeyeon headed to the broken window. ''Sorry.'' I heard someone whisper, and I knew that Chanyeol and Chen had arrived. Lisa walked toward the window as well, ''Mina and Wendy, Chen and Chanyeol are here!'' she said excitedly. Mina and Chen were a couple as well. We were the only ones who knew about it, for it could mean death. We both headed to the window, ''Hey baby.'' Chanyeol greeted me. ''Hey love.'' Chen greeted his girlfriend. We both got rosy cheeks and the girls laughed quietly. ''We're here to pick you up, Wendy, as we had agreed.'' my boyfriend said, and the girls began to question me confused.

''Wait you're leaving us?'' ''Why didn't you tell us about this?'' ''Couldn't you trust us?''

That last one hurt the most, ''Yeah, I know, but this is a chance I need to take. I didn't know about this either until today. I was still contemplating it actually, but I have to do this. I want to start a future with him, I love him.'' I teared up. ''We understand, honey, but you should've let us know.'' Tiffany said and gave me a hug. ''I know, I'm sorry.'' I looked down embarrassed. ''Don't be. If you think this is right, you have to go for it. We'll be fine, and if you'll be working for EXO, we'll probably see you at The Black Pearl.'' Taeyeon said. ''Now go pack your bags, before they change their minds!'' Momo said, excited for me. I quickly packed my bags and quietly left the building.

''Don't worry, love. I'll come back for you'' I heard Chen say to Mina, who was staring sadly out of the window.

He never went back for her...

5 years later...

We came back to our headquarters, after another successful mission. ''My back is killing me; I'll be in the shower if anyone is looking for me.'' Seulgi said and walked away. Irene and I went to our office, where we checked for more cases. ''Please tell me, you're giving us the night off.'' Yeri whined for she was tired as well. ''Men won't give women some time off from assault, so why would we give them some time off?'' Irene said strictly and Yeri kept quiet, knowing Irene wasn't to be messed with. Our leader was a calm but terrifying woman if you got in her way.

''Yeri, why don't you sharpen our weapons with Sooyoung, we'll check for more cases.'' Yeri sighed a little annoyed but left anyway to find the other member. ''Little brat has to know her place, having an attitude like that.'' Irene said while she was looking through some files. ''Irene, is something bothering you?'' I asked confused. ''Just another man annoying me, nothing new. Don't worry about it.'' she said, hoping that I would move on. ''Na-ah, who is bothering our poker face queen?'' I joked and she smiled slightly. ''It's someone from EXO- '' she began, ''So it's Suho.'' I interrupted her smiling, right before I sat down on the big wooden desk. ''Yeah, it's Suho. When I worked at The Black Pearl, he always acted weird around me. Recently we had a meeting with them, and he acted weird and cold once again. They were bragging about Suho's one-nightstands, which he never does. I just don't get it- '' she started to rant, ''Wait, you really like Suho, huh?'' I smiled. ''I don't know. I damn well know I don't need a man, but if I would spend my life with one, I might as well make a good choice.'' She said, making me laugh. Irene, the woman who fights men on a daily basis, is gushing about one. ''You know, it doesn't matter. It's not important. Why don't you check up on the basement? Check if everything is still in order. I left her with her own thoughts and headed for the basement.

I heard faint screams, coming down from the basement. I went down the spiral stairs which led me to our basement, which we used as a dungeon. As I got downstairs, the screams became louder, for we used this dungeon for all the women we trapped.

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Blood by Blood [20]

EXO Vampire!AU/Werewolf!AU

Summary: Huáng Jié (黃 杰) is a human turned vampire by a Pureblood. After that incident, she is presumed dead since three days. When she wakes up, she is sucked into a new yet darker world to which she never wanted a part in.

Warnings: Blood, gore, mature content, dark subjects, if you are disturbed by such then do not read this. Further warnings will be added as the story progresses.

Because of the new update with Tumblr, it may appear with some greek characters and what not, it will look normal if it is expanded.

Part 19 - Part 21

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I’ll do it.....

She walks out of hiding, catching their attention. “Do what?” She asks, her voice slightly shaking as she looks at Yixing with a serious yet fearful expression. “Yixing-“ Yixing cuts her off, standing up from his seat. “I’m doing this for you, for the both of you.” He says, sternly.

“What are you going to do?” Her words, biting through her gritted teeth as she asks him again, her eyes a strong, pale blue color as she lifts her head up to meet his eyes. He remains calm in his place, exhaling through his nose as he speaks again to her. “I won’t tell you, because I know that you’ll try and stop me. You won’t accept it.”

A sudden pain in her chest causes her to fall on her knees, shocking the others as they rush to her aid. “Jie-yah!” Sehun yells, holding her up and supporting her head. He looks at Yixing for help who was already trying to use his abilities, even though......

“Hyung, she’s-“

“I know, I’m trying to heal her. It’s not-“ Yixing stops his sentence, sensing something inside of her. And hearing that familiar voice ringing through his mind as he tries to heal her. Hearing a laughter.

You can’t escape from me......

....Yixing-ah....hahaha......

Leave her alone, Luhan! She doesn’t deserve this!

Oh, I’m not the one who turned her in the first place......

....ahh....it’s already starting......you should prepare yourself....hahaha......

Luhan! Don’t fucking hurt her! If you-

Feeling a churn in her stomach, she turns to her side, pushing Sehun away slightly before coughing and vomiting blood on the ground, a pool of it spreading away and into the creaking floor as she coughs more and more, the metallic taste stuck in her mouth and dry throat. The atmosphere now didn’t feel good, the heavy air masked with a strong smell of rotting blood. Her chest tightening as she kept going, she tries to stop herself but it was no use, it was only making it worse if she fought back. Supporting herself with one hand on the ground, she breathes heavily.

“Lay her down, now!” She hears a blocked voice, her ears ringing as she tries to make out what they are saying, she feels herself being put down, a hand placed softly on her stomach as she hears Yixings’ voice in her head, slightly soothing her and closing her eyes shut from exhaustion.

This will hurt, Jie-yah.....sleep.....

And with that, an immense pain courses through her spine, her breath got cut off. Arching her back as she struggles for air before easing herself and coughing again, hand reaching to her throat. She could feel it. Hunger. She’s hungry. Her fangs potruding from her mouth as she looks at Yixing with a pained expression and he knew what she needed, she didn’t have to say it. He bits his wrist, inflicting a wound and letting the blood gush out. Letting his wrist down to her mouth as she grabs it and feeds from him, sucking the blood off as much as she could to satisfy her pained thirst. The blood going down her dry throat, easing her and relaxing her body as she continues to feed from him.

After feeding, she lets go, wiping her mouth off and looking down to the ground.

....just.....kill...me.....

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“Found them~”

“What’s next, hyung?”

“Next, we take them apart.”

“Cruel, aren’t you?”

“You should know that, how is your heart?”

“Fine but still hurts like shit,”

“She knew her ways then.”

“Should we move now?”

“Hmm.....maybe distract those three, she’s mine. Get those three out and I’ll take her myself.”

“You’re really obsessed with her, hyung.”

“Obsessed? Hmm, I guess you could say that but I’d prefer intrigued. There are some similarities to her, don’t you see it?”

“I do see it, but she’s more stubborn and more.....well with words, I’d say.”

“Oh, I’ve noticed that. Very well with words, I wonder if she’ll be a nice feel....”

“Hyung, honestly you only care about that? Aish...”

“I can leave some room for you if you’d like?”

“No thanks, maybe if I want to relieve myself since it is mating season after all. We should thank Yixing hyung for turning her at this time.”

“I do agree on that. What interests me now is that who will be doing it?”

“Ahh, I see. That you mean, hyung?”

“Yes, that one. Hmm.......seems Yixing is ready to risk himself for her.”

“He does....love her...a lot....”

“Sehun too, but he is accepting.”

“Yes, I know. But deep inside....”

“He wants her as well.”

A knock on the door catches their attention as another one of their packmates came inside. “Hyung, are we going to use the wolves?”

He shakes his head. “No, besides,” he gestures outside. “I think we’ve found them.”

“Then what is the plan?”

“Kill that werewolf off but leave him and Yixing, I’ll take her myself, she’s mine. I’ll let you do whatever you want with the both of them. Oh and even if you feed off from my feeder, that will be pointless. Do as you like.”

“Yes, hyung.”

“Now then, shall we begin?”

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Her chest tightens. She clutches to it gently, trying to calm herself. But they needed to go now, she could feel a sense of uneasiness already. They are no longer safe here, they have to go. Now.

Her expression turns into a slightly scared one, Tao notices and sits beside her, leaning close to whisper to her. “What’s wrong?” Jie turns to him. “We have to go now.” She says, sternly to him, continuing on. “I have a bad feeling, we have to go now. We’re not safe here anymore, I feel like they’re coming in now.” Tao feels a familiar scent hit through his nostrils. She’s right. They need to move now. He nods, standing up and moving to the others.

“Guys, we have to move now.” He states, catching their attention. Yixing agrees, nodding and standing up. “I can feel it too, we have to go now.” Sehun swallows a saliva, standing up as well, his fist clenched together. Nervous, not exactly knowing what to do. His concern for the others, only growing more and more. What will happen then? What if they get caught? Will he and Jie be sacrificed when they’ve been caught? His thoughts were cut off as Yixing rubs his arm comfortingly. He gives him a reassuring smile. “Sehun-ah, they won’t get you and Jie. I promise you.” Sehun slowly nods, looking at him yet still unsure. “B-but....what if they....do?” Yixings’ eyes then darkened. “I’ll make sure that they’ll have to pay.”

“We have to go now, before-“

Peek-a-boo.....hahahaha.......

“Shit! They’re here,” Jie states, all of them turning to her. Looking at them with a serious expression worn on her face. “We have to go now! I can hear him-“ an ache in her head stops her, falling to her knees in pain as the ringing sounds continues to slow her down. She could hear his voice, echoing through her head.

Hahaha......Jie-yah~.......come play with me.....why don’t we play a little game where I get to rip you apart hmm?

She knew that voice. Huh, of course she does since she was the one to almost end him and his wound could not stop bleeding for days.

Fuck you.....I’ll just have to stab you in the same place again....

Awww.....you don’t want to have fun with me? I’ll make it a slow and pleasurable process for you~

You are a fucking sick bastard.....did you know that?

Still having a lovely mouth, hmm? Maybe you can taste mine someday~

Baekhyun.....I will....kill you....for good

Hahaha.....good luck with that, Jie-yah. Especially since we are just behind you......

“Peek-a-boo.”

All of a sudden, her oxygen is cut off. Gasping for air as she was flung to the wall and kept there, unable to move and struggling. Her eyes a pale blue as she looks to her attacker who had crimson eyes shining through her. “B-Baekhyun....” she stutters out, holding his arm.

Baekhyun gives her a smile. That same smile she remembered when he first met her, clear in her mind. “Jie-yah~ you look really tasty right now, especially with just this clothing of yours~ maybe I should rip it off to taste you fully~ hmm?”

She looks at him with a glare, her eyes glaring through him. It didn’t help, all it did was send such sensation through his spine, making him let out a content sigh seeing her like this. She grits her teeth, knowing it wasn’t effective on him. “You only need me, right? Let them go....Let them...go...” Baekhyun lets out a dark chuckle, glancing at the back him and seeing the others kept down by the other feeders. They didn’t even know, too quick. Too fast.

He looks at her again. “Do you know what happens to the process of becoming The Bride?” He leans closer to her, licking his lips. “One Pureblood and one feeder has to.....fuck her....and then...” she closes her eyes in disgust, swallowing a saliva and struggling to get out of his hold. No...no....let her out. Don’t fucking......

Jongdae sighs, holding Sehun on the ground and pushing his hand more on his throat, applying more pressure and making Sehun more in pain, trying to stop him. “Honestly, Baekhyun-ah. If you want to be the one to do that, then do it now. We don’t have much time here, or you wait until Luhan hyung comes in, you know he wants her.” Baekhyun sighs, remembering what Luhan had said earlier. “Right.....ah fuck, well then....might as well keep her but let me get one taste.” Turning to Jongdae who just sighed and ushered him to just be careful.

Baekhyun gives her a smirk before leaning to her, eyes glancing at her lips and immediately, she knew. “....glad you’re not the first then...” she mutters, making him chuckle. “That’s a shame.” Hearing that, then feeling his lips against hers, moving and syncing with hers as she tries to fight him off. Filled with anger, she couldn’r move away from him, she knew it wasn’t effective. And a slight pain in her lips caught her, she flinches slightly. He was tasting her, damn it. Fuck. He pulls away, licking the sides of his lips. And then......

She feels herself slowly getting exhausted, her consciousness slowly slipping away. She struggles to male herself stay away but for some reason, she couldn’t. Fuck, he did it. Shit. This isn’t good.

The only last thing she saw was a glimpse of him smirking and then Sehun screaming for her in the background as she slowly falls into a deep sleep, falling to the ground.

-

“Well done.”

“Was it okay that I tasted her, hyung?”

“It’s fine since you wanted to also feel, doesn’t she taste good?”

“She does. When will you do it?”

“Hmm....we’ll have to take care of those three first, put them inside that room and chain them up. Put one wolf too or more if necessary.”

“We’ll do it, hyung. Can’t wait.”

“Indeed, she’ll a fitful for this.”

Waking up to the smell of blood was not a good thing for her. Because the first thing she sees is him, standing by the bed with a bloodied hand. Fear creeps into her as she moves herself away from him, her back hitting the headboard and she couldn’t escape. She couldn’t save herself anymore, as this is the room that renders them of their abilities. No windows. The Red Moon. Invisible to the both of them but even so, he still is stronger than her. Pureblood. Breathing unevenly as she sees him walking towards her and his crimson eyes glowing.

“You know what is next, I’m sure Baekhyun has been very informative with it. Considering he’s excited to do his part as well after mine.”

“Get away....from me.”

It made him chuckle darkly. Luhan sits by her. “You know, your precious friends are just by the next room. Suffering in pain. Do you know why?” He leans closer to her ear, playing slightly with the strand of her hair. “Because of you...”

Her eyes widen. He smirks as he continues. “Because of you, they are about to experience a fate worse than death, because of you, they ended up in this situation. You’re doing them a favor if you submit yourself to me and......the sacrifice...may be stopped then.”

Because of her......

Because of her......

Because of her, Yixing is suffering more as their bond is broken. Because of her, Sehun is in pain and barely surviving. Because of her, Tao will be.......

“Dead...”

Luhan tilts his head, smirking slightly, looking at her. “That is correct. I’ll let them go if and only if..... you surrender yourself to me and let me do whatever as I please to you....you wouldn’t let your dear maker die, now would you, Jie-yah?”

He plays again with a strand of her hair. “And especially Sehun, you’ve already made him suffer by not accepting his feelings for you. This will be a payment and I’ll let them go, you have my word.” She looks at him, she couldn’t read him. Was he lying or manipulating her? But it hit her. All of this happened because of her. Because of her..... they’ll suffer. Sehun.....Yixing....Tao

She couldn’t do it. Let them go and stay here. She’ll do it for them. Maybe it will suffice his needs then.

“Let them go and I’ll stay....please....”

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Picture Perfect Ch. 2

You’re not particularly into BNM, the new rising kpop group, but your best friend has fallen head-over-heels for their adorable maknae, Lee Daehwi. Your days in college are filled with working on your photography portfolio in hopes that a magazine will hire you, while your best friend’s is filled with stalking keeping up with BNM. However, when one day, your best friend decides to attend a fansign with your best camera, your entire world changes.

A multichaptered fic ft. Park Woojin, the trainees of Brand New Music, Yoo Seonho and the pd101 boys. In this story, your best friend’s name is Lee Seonmi; you two have been friends since high school, and you attend university in Seoul and room together.

Chapter One

Chapter Two: Loyalty

ft. Bae Jinyoung as your classmate in university!

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“Seonmi!” You yelled loudly, racing up to her. She looked up, makeup smeared and cheeks stained with tears. As soon as you pulled her into a hug, she burst into tears again, resting her face on your shoulder.

“T-they kicked me out!” Seonmi wailed loudly, “I didn’t do anything wrong! I was just standing there!”

You pulled Seonmi away from you, gripping her by the shoulders. Fumbling, you pulled a napkin out from your pocket and wiped the makeup away, mouth set firmly.

“Yah, I’m not letting them get away with this,” you snapped, setting off in the direction of the music store. “You didn’t meet them right? Because you got kicked out?”

“(Y/N), no, it’s okay,” Seonmi tugged on your hand, trying to stop you, “I’ll just get into the next fansign.”

“And waste even more money?” You shook your head defiantly, “Hell to the no.” No one-- no one-- was allowed to treat your best friend like that.

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As you quickly wrote down your contact and identification information for the manager (and apologized for causing a scene), you had the sensation like someone was staring you. The manager punched your information into his phone, giving you time to glance up.

Your glance was met with an intense stare, coming from the dark eyes framed by the burgundy fringe of Park Woojin.

“Thank you so, so much,” Seonmi gushed, clutching your baby, your most prized possession in one hand. In honor of her special day meeting the boys of BNM, you had lent her your nice DSLR camera and taught her the basics. In the other hand, she held the ticket to the BNM fansign that she would be attending later that day. “I’ll get a lot of cute pictures for you!”

You just sighed and checked the subway stop to see when you’d be getting off. You didn’t really trust Seonmi to go to something like this by herself, so you were going with her, and would wait in a café near the music shop of the fansign. One of your friends from university, Bae Jinyoung, worked there, so you figured you would drop by and say hello.

“(Y/N), I can’t believe this is finally happening,” Seonmi wrapped her perfectly manicured nails around the pole as the train speeded up, and you braced yourself so that you wouldn’t fall over as well. “I’m meeting the love of my life, Lee Daehwi.”

“I can’t believe this is happening either,” you nodded, “Honestly, I’m glad that you got into the fansign—you deserved it out of all their fans. I know how many albums you’ve bought just for this moment.” Seonmi gasped playfully, whipping out her cell phone.

“(Y/F/N) (Y/N), did you really just admit that I deserve to meet BNM?” Seonmi giggled, “Are you saying that maybe, I’m not crazy for loving them?” She quickly checked her own reflection in the cell phone screen, smoothing down her wavy cherry red hair.

“Oh no, you’re definitely crazy,” you replied as you two got off the train. You began pushing your way through the lunchtime crowd that was entering the subway from the Gangnam station. You felt your body being shoved and elbowed, and stayed close to Seonmi so that you two wouldn’t be separated.

Once you finally got out into the open air on the bustling street, you scanned the street for the café that Jinyoung worked at, while Seonmi hunted for the music store.

“What time does this thing start, anyways?” You asked your best friend curiously. It was 11 in the morning, and while you were happy to indulge your best friend, you also wanted to know what time it would all be over.

“At 12,” Seonmi responded, “I didn’t want to get there too early, because my friend told me that the girls who get there super early are, like, super obsessive and creepy, so I’d rather just get there later.”

“Super obsessive and creepy, like you?” You teased your best friend, who groaned and shoved you. Snickering, you darted out of her way. “I’m just joking. Anyways, here’s the café, will you be okay getting to the music shop?”

Seonmi rolled her eyes. “Yes, Mom, I’ll be fine,” she pointed up the road, “and it’s right there. I’ll text you when it’s about to end, okay?”

“Gotchu,” you sent Seonmi finger guns as you stepped inside the café, “see you on the other side of the living, nerd!”

“Bye Mother!” Seonmi called after you, before setting off down the street.

Instantly, the aroma of sweet milk and bitter coffee washed over your senses.

“(Y/N)!” The cashier greeted you with a wave.

“Hey, Jinyoung-ah!” You waved back, taking your wallet out from the canvas bag you’d slung over your shoulder, “Not too busy today?”

“Ah, not really,” Jinyoung shook his head, “It’s actually kind of surprising, normally when there’s an event at the music shop, there’s a ton of girls waiting for whatever group here.”

“Do they ever end up coming?” You asked curiously, thinking that maybe you’d relay the information to Seonmi.

“Occasionally,” Jinyoung smiled sheepishly, “I’ve served EXO before.”

“What? EXO?” You nodded, impressed, “look at our Jinyoungie, making connections in life.”

“Dude, are you actually gonna order anything, or are you just gonna flirt with Jinyoung the entire day?” Yoon Jisung, the barista who worked with Jinyoung, chimed in, wiggling his eyebrows at you. You rolled your eyes and turned back to Jinyoung.

“I guess I’ll just have a regular coffee with room for cream,” you sighed, as Jisung chuckled and slunk off to make your drink.

“Sorry about that,” Jinyoung chuckled at your irritated expression, “he can get a little, uh… out of hand at times.”

“I’ve noticed,” you laughed. Jisung was the TA in the Art History class that Jinyoung and you had met in, and you’d never met a more enthusiastic, albeit strange, person in your life. “How much?”

“No worries, it’s on me,” Jinyoung flashed you his signature small smile, “take it as a thanks from me for saving me from that last quiz.”

“Thanks, Jinyoungie!” You chirped, going to collect your coffee from Jisung.

“Not dating, my ass,” the comical barista winked at you as he slid the coffee mug across the counter.

“Oppa, one day you’re gonna get punched for your antics,” you commented dryly, adding cream and sugar to your drink, “and I’ll just be standing there. Laughing.”

Once you were done chatting with Jisung, you found a table near the large windows that let in ample natural light and set your bag down. Once you were settled in, you pulled out your latest book about color theory in photography. While it might seem stupid or boring to some people, you knew that the only way to make photography into an actual career was to learn everything you could about technique and the art form.

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new text from: seonmimi!

hey girl, the fansign is taking longer than usual? the fans are being really rowdy and so they spent a while trying to get ppl to chill before the boys came out

anyways idk what time its gnna end now??

so ill try n text u updates but ppl are fucking crazy I did NOT expect this

I can barely move this is so disorganized ugh

The things I do for daehwi

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You wrinkled your nose, looking down at your phone. Hopefully Seonmi was alright; you’d heard so many stories about poor girls getting trampled by stampedes of crazy fangirls.

“You good?” A shadow was cast over your seat, making you look up. Jinyoung stood there, a small plate with a pastry in one hand. “Mind if I sit? I’m on my break.”

“No, no, it’s fine,” you gestured to the empty seat across from you, “I’m just stressed about Seonmi, she sent me a text that things are getting crazy over there.” You jabbed your thumb in the general direction of the music store.

Jinyoung frowned. “Yikes.”

“Yeah,” you swirled the dregs of coffee around in your mug, long cold. It was 2:30 in the afternoon, meaning that the actual fansign was coming to an end, but Seonmi had mentioned maybe trying to stick around afterwards to use your camera in order to get good pictures of the members. “I dunno, I just can’t help but feel like something bad is going to happen?”

“Understandable,” Jinyoung shrugged, “I don’t think it’s worth stressing over, though. Just keep an eye on your phone. You know Seonmi wouldn’t want you stressing like this.”

Just as Jinyoung finished reassuring you, the door to the café was yanked open, and a large group of girls came in, all chattering loudly.

“Yah, did you see my Donghyun?” One of the girls sighed, clutching her chest dramatically.

“Youngmin was so handsome!” Another squealed, waving her hands about.

“But did you see Dark Horse masternim?” The first girl asked her friends, eyes widening.

“I know! I can’t believe her and that other girl fought!” A third girl chimed in, shaking her head, “all that screaming just for a good spot for pictures.”

“And right before they would have greeted the boys,” their second friend tsked under her breath, “I feel really bad for the girl that got caught up in the middle of it, though, the one with the red hair? Dark Horse masternim shoved her, I think, cuz I saw from where I was sitting. But the managers kicked the red hair girl out anyways, even though she wasn’t involved in the fight at all.”

Jinyoung and you traded worried expressions.

“I know! And she wouldn’t stop crying, and the manager just told her to stop acting! Man, that was actually messed up.”

“Jinyoung, watch my things,” you said quietly, getting up quickly from your seat. No one—no one—was allowed to treat your best friend like that. “Excuse me,” you greeted the first girl, bowing, “he girl you were just talking about, with the red hair?”

“Yes?” She replied, obviously looking a bit confused.

“Sorry, was she about this tall?” You motioned with your hand, “Uh, I think she was wearing a black sweater and ripped jeans?”

“Yeah, that was her!” The girls all nodded in agreement. Cursing under your breath, you dashed out of the café, yelling a thanks to the girls back in the café. There was no way that was a coincidence.

Sure enough, about a block up, you caught sight of Seonmi’s firetruck red hair, head hanging down as she trudged slowly down the sidewalk.

“Seonmi!” You yelled loudly, racing up to her. She looked up, makeup smeared and cheeks stained with tears. As soon as you pulled her into a hug, she burst into tears again, resting her face on your shoulder.

“T-they kicked me out!” Seonmi wailed loudly, “I didn’t do anything wrong! I was just standing there!”

You pulled Seonmi away from you, gripping her by the shoulders. Fumbling, you pulled a napkin out from your pocket and wiped the makeup away, mouth set firmly.

“Yah, I’m not letting them get away with this,” you snapped, setting off in the direction of the music store. “You didn’t meet them right? Because you got kicked out?”

“(Y/N), no, it’s okay,” Seonmi tugged on your hand, trying to stop you, “I’ll just get into the next fansign.”

“And waste even more money?” You shook your head defiantly, “Hell to the no. Let me see your entrance ticket. Did you sign anything else to get in?” Seonmi handed you the slip of paper and shook her head no. As you stalked down the street, Seonmi in tow, you scanned over the ticket.

“The manager who kicked you out, what did he look like?” You asked as you neared the music shop.

“H-he was taller than me, white t-shirt, I think a leather jacket?” Seonmi sniffled, dabbing her eyes with the tissue. “But the fansign ended already, I was just waiting to see if maybe I could explain myself, but the manager cursed at me.”

“He did WHAT?”

“Fuck, I really shouldn’t have said anything,” Seonmi groaned, “Please, (Y/N), it’s not worth it, I don’t want you to get in trouble on my behalf.”

“The only person who should get in trouble is the manager, not you,” you said firmly, knocking on the music shop’s door. “I’m dealing with this.”

“Excuse me miss, the event is over,” the shop owner answered the door, obviously tired of girls trying to get in.

“I don’t care,” you snapped, holding up the ticket, “let me speak to one of BNM’s managers now. I don’t give a shit about seeing the idols, I just need to talk to a manager.”

“Ma’am, I really can’t let you—“

“Move.”

Shoving yourself past the shop owner, you marched into the shop towards the back room where there was still some commotion. You vaguely registered Seonmi sheepishly apologizing to the store manager. As you entered the room where the fansign had presumably been held, you scanned the people for the manager that Seonmi had described.

On one side of the room, four boys sat at a table, chatting and looking at their phones. Two guys chilled near them, standing up when they saw you. On the other side of the room stood the makeup and clothing people, holding large makeup and outfit bags. As soon as you entered the room, they all jolted, looking at you and Seonmi in shock.

“Yah, you, you’re back?”

You felt Seonmi jump behind you, clutching your sleeve, and you whirled around. A tall man with black hair, a white tshirt and a leather jacket met your gaze.

“Yah,” you approached him, “what’s your problem, man?”

“Excuse me?” The manager got in your face, clearly already pissed at the disrespectful tone that you took.

“Seonmi-ah, film this so that I can expose this shitty company and the rats that work for it,” you commented, handing your cell phone to Seonmi.

“No, you can’t film this,” the manager blustered, crossing his arms. The other two managers came up as well, obviously worried.

“Well, asshole, actually, I can,” you started, “And guess you can do? Apologize to my friend, shithead, for kicking her out of the fansign unjustly. She had nothing to do with the fight, but you kicked her out anyways without any proof, before she was able to greet BNM. Seonmi-ah bought a ton of albums, and has stayed up late voting for that stupid group on so many music shows, and you can mark my words you had better let her talk to them for a quick minute, or you’ll be met with a breaking headline: Menacing Manager Verbally Abuses Innocent Fan; Drives Young Girl to Tears. Wouldn’t that be nice?”

“Who the hell do you think you are, anyways?” The manager shouted, “she was in a physical altercation with another person, obviously we’re going to escort her out.”

“I’m sorry, do you have CCTV to prove that?” You retorted, arching an eyebrow, “Because not only do you not, I also have multiple eyewitness testimonies that prove otherwise. In addition, this ticket,” you shoved Seonmi’s ticket in his face, “is the only legally binding contract pertaining to the event, and nowhere does it say that engaging in a physical altercation can result in ejection from the venue, nor did you explicitly reserve the right to do so. Therefore,” you mimicked his pose, crossing your arms as well, meeting his angry glare, “give her a chance to talk to them.”

“You…” the manager’s face turned progressively red and he stepped forward, looming over you.

“Sejun, take a walk,” the second manager said stiffly as he approached you all, placing a stern hand on the first manager—Sejun’s—shoulder. Sejun sent the second manager a dirty look and stalked off. The second manager turned to you with a kind smile, clearly attempting some damage control.“Now, Ms…?”

“Ms. (Y/G/N) (Y/N).” You responded stiffly.

“Right. Ms. (Y/G/N), I’m sorry for the misunderstanding. Sejun is a new manager assigned to our team from the higher-ups, and it appears that he is not a good fit for us,” he explained calmly, “I would be happy to offer you and your friend a chance to talk to the boys, along with complimentary tickets to our next concert here in Seoul, if we could negotiate you deleting that video file.”

Seonmi turned to me with a huge smile that she was obviously trying to contain.

“Go,” you whispered quietly to her, figuring that you would settle out the information with the much nicer manager while she had her time talking to the group.

As you quickly wrote down your contact and identification information for the manager (and apologized for causing a scene), you had the sensation like someone was staring you. The manager punched your information into his phone, giving you time to glance up.

Your glance was met with an intense stare, coming from the dark eyes framed by the burgundy fringe of Park Woojin.

Chapter 3

[namjoonchronicles]

Lost It To Trying #4 - [EXO] Jongin CEO!Au

[A/N] I wanna be friends with CEO!Jongin

There's absolutely no need for him to do this, really. He decided too quick and to be honest, your no's don't really mean anything to him. It was a lovely friendship and you didn't want to make hime feel like you're using him, in any way, because that wasn't your intention when you said hi to him that night. Or when you found out he was an important figure in a large corporation you scavenged old newspapers and recycles papers from (to make extra money).

But he felt like it was his responsibilities. He felt that he had the oppurtunity to help and couldn't think of any other reasons not to help you. It didn't came across him to hesitate one bit. "You didn't have to...no, really. It's a mistake to tell you, I'm not asking anything from you, I don't want you to think like I'm...I'm... friends with you because of anything, that's not it." You stammered, as the car you passed honked you as you walked across the street. "Hey! The people are still crossing!" You yelled, slamming the dashboard, and quickly grab an elderly women's arm to help her cross. With her tiny steps, she can't make it there quickly.

This impatient driver of a suave looking car needs to god damn chill. "Are you alright?" He asked, alarmed, sipping in freshly brewed tea, standing up in his large kitchen,alone. "I'm fine, some idiot think it's okay to run over people..." You glared at the driver with wide eye, he proceed to give you the finger as he passed, and you yelled, while still on the phone, "Get out of the expensive car and I'll teach one thing or two about basic humanity, you coward!" Jongin had to smile. It was the first time he heard you roaring voice, yelling at someone. It was the first time he ever heard anyone does that.

His family members almost never act that way, and it was of course, refreshing.

"Alright, calm down tiny gangster..." He chuckled. "Tiny? Tiny gangster? Come down town and I'll show you what this tiny gangster can do, you'll feel sorry that you'll have to buy me pizza." You gushed, waving ffodbye to the elder women you helped earlier. Fastening your bag closer to your shoulder. "Which pizza do you want. I can buy you the whole pizza franchise you want." He perks an eyebrow, throwing his glance ahead to his chandelier hanging in the luxurious and extravagant luscious living room. "Show off. One pizza box is a luxury for me. I was kidding," he could hear you smile as you say, so he did too. "Listen," You sighed, "You don't have to lend me your car."

He rolled his eyes, hiding a smile, but not sure from who, because there's no one around him. His maids never shows their face when he's around. "...And we're back at it. I'm going to lend you my car, for two days in case everything took longer than intended, end of discussion. Let's not dwell on this anymore. I'm not handing over my entire business, just my car...but we could negotiate." There's a tinge of playfulness at the end of his sentence but you chose to ignore. "But you have to promise me that it'll be the cheapest one out of your cars. I've told you this once, but I'm going to tell you again, that I'm a decent driver. Decent, not great." And of course, he giggled.

"You can return my car with one window gone I would still lend you a car if you need it," he left his empty tea cup and go down the spiral stairs where his living room was. He darted to the left wing of his mansion and stopped at a key box. "And I promised you a safe car, not cheapest. Although it was an unwritten contract, I have a very good memory, so...safe car. Not cheapest." He took one car key and another. "It has an adjustable seat, so you and your short legs can reach the pedals, it has a GPS, and it's working, the road tax has been paid, and fueled... my driver will tell you how to work the GPS and tell you how to do the rest... so listen carefully to him." He walked to his large basement, that actually looked like a car show gallery than a basement.

He had a dozen car in Seoul alone, his summer house had two trucks, and a ship parked outside by the pier he had in his seaside house. "I listen very well... Are you going to drive to work?" You asked, he heard the sound of a lorry truck passing you as you walked, digging one hand into your pocket, pressing the phone further to your ear. "For the first time, in a long time, yes." He sighed to the phone, unlocking one Audi. It's Chrome and is a two-seat car, sports edition, with doors that lifts up instead of the sides. His butler came with a fabric spray, and a vehicle perfume. Jongin sat inside the driver seat, starts spraying as much as he wanted, and hung the aromatic patch. "Sorry...Are you going to be okay though? Are you a good driver?" You chirped, standing by a bus station, dancing in place trying to fight the cold.

"I'm pretty okay. I race sometimes." He eyes followed his hand as he checks the mirror, the dashboards for any unneeded receipts. Because he rarely use this Audi, there's not much to clean. He glanced behind to see if everything's working, and it is, so now he moves his seat up and down, front to back to see if its functional. "This should be okay..." He thought. "Racing? Driving in the street is not like racing, there's people everywhere..." You light scolded him. "And corners, and turns, and there's speed limit. You can get tickets if you drive too fast!"

"Okay mom." He mocked, and got out of the car before throwing the keys to his butler. With a tip of his head, another man took the car out. "You'll regret not listening to me, I will not bail you out." You hissed. "You would let me stay in prison?" He rested one hand on his hip, with an amused smile. "Yes. Because you deserved it. But I will send you food and postcards." Your eyes followed a bus stopping in front of you, and you got in. "Ah, now I really want to be in prison just to taste the food you cook." He sighed happily. So excited at just the thought of you bringing him something. "I did cook for you." You smiled and grabbed the nearest pole with your hand. "When?" He scowled. "Wow, I thought you said you had good memory. That night? I made you sandwich. In fact, I make you coffee, everyday. How could you completely disregard my kindness?" And then he heard your breathing hitched, but he ignored it.

"Coffee is not food." He darted, going back up. "Sandwich?" You shot back. "Fine, sandwich is but I'm thinking of soups, rice, fish, those things." He climbed the stairs and walked back to the spiral stairs to the right wing where his room was. "I can't cook those expensive dishes you usually eat, I eat instant noodles, and bread." Your breathe hitched again, and this time you hissed, "Excuse me, where are you touching!" You sounded very angry. Then he heard a male voice mumbling. "...Sorry, there's a drunk guy in the bus, whoa. Don't do that. don't touch! Hey!" Jongin heard some muffling and the call is cut. And he instantly felt uneasy.

Not just by the way it ended, but how you distressed you sounded. And the sound of that man. And the fact that who ever it was, was drunk, it mid daylight. It annoyed him. Knowing how helpless you are.

You got down at your stop, safely. You got down with a female high school student. She was a little timid, but she was pure and innocent. "Are you alright?" You looked over her, as she got down. She nodded with a tiny smile. "Why are you travelling alone, that's very dangerous you know. Why are you not in school?" You asked. "I was feeling unwell, and they let me go home." She said, with tiny voice. "...Poor thing, is your house far?" She shook her head, "Please don't worry about me, it's just down the street. Thank you for you help." You took the chance to rub her hair softly, and pulled her into a warm hug. "Always go to the corner where there's more female passengers, okay? Do well in school..." You pinched her chin lightly and she giggled. "How about you? Are you going to stay alone here?" The student asked. "I'm waiting for someone," A car came over as you talk, "I think that's him." You blinked repeatedly.

The student looked at a Chrome Audi sports car parked where the bus stopped earlier. And she mouthed, "Wow." You dug your phone and lighten up, "Yup, it's him. Take care." You skipped to the car as you answered the call. "What happened?" He sounded pissed. "Oh nothing, just some accident, but I saved someone. I saw the car, what color is this?" You frowned and the driver bowed at you. "...Chrome. Are you really okay? I heard, touching and don't." He sounded alarmed. "I'm fine. It's not me. Just a drunk guy thinking it's okay to touch a high school student..." The student was half way away, waving at you cheerfully, although she seemed weak. "Keep that up then you'll really become Superwoman." He mocked, looking over the heavily congested road to the city. "I would have sent the car my own but..."

"...Stop." You intruded him, "...you have work. I'm not a baby. But thank you, for this Audi. This is still too extravagant for me. They will think I'm rich or something."

Jongin exhales, "That's the safest car I have." He turned the blinker and make a turn. "Will the cheaper car blow up when I drive? I think I should have rented your bicycles, come to think of it, why didn't I just rent a God damn bicycle." You were helped into the car and the driver earlier who came with another car along, helped you adjust. "What are you talking about, it could rain or snow or both, and it's cold." He blinks, and exhaled. "...Fine, you win. Now hang up, I need to listen to your driver carefully so I won't accidentally turn on wiper." You said, looking at his driver. "Okay-okay." He replied. "And, Jongin, I think I like the car your driver brought with his colleague better, that's more of my style." You said, as the normal looking car was parked behind you. "Nope, you're better off with the Audi. No friend of mine drives in a second-hand vehicle." Jongin scolded.

You laughed and hung up, abruptly. "Not even a thank you?" Jongin frowned, but he spoke too soon because a dozen of text from you came. All of them thanking him.

You stopped the car and parked by a bungalow. But you purposely parked quite far from the driveway so that they won't see the car. You walked into the house with a heavy sigh and drooping shoulders. About two hours later, when the day had gotten dark, you walked back to the car but before you left, you took one last look to the window from the bungalow as if you could see who was standing behind it. Someone was indeed standing behind the window, all he was, was a black silhouette of a tall figure, running his fingers through his silky brown hair, looking straight your back. Then you leave the driveway to the end of the junction, far from the bungalow, away from the mysterious figure's vision.

You clicked open the car, open the door and your mouth was covered. You let out a shrilling scream but it was muffled by the cloth this strong person was covering your mouth with. Then a black luxury van with full tinted windows sped by and stopped where you were. You were thrown into it, along with the person who gagged you. Another guy went to take the car.

Your eyes were covered with a handkerchief, you backed yourself away to the corners in the van, gasping and screaming lightly, panting. Then they took your blindfold and gag off. They were all in masks. "I don't have any money..." You gasped.

But you know what's scarier than not knowing where you are? When your abductor says that they're not after money. And you're a girl.