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cryptidclover · 2 years ago

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TaeKai Fic Rec List

A collection of fic that have stuck with me. (listed in no particular order)

Taekai Spy AU by taemin. series | M/E | When Jongin's cover is blown, he has to put his trust in the criminal he was supposed to assassinate. Burned spy AU. Reverie by Tae_amo. chaptered | E | Taemin has been recruited into an organization tasked with hunting down individuals that can conjure earthquakes and vortexes of fire at will. He's glad he has Jongin to keep his mind off his new job. Amour by Moonyki. one-shot | G | On a calm afternoon, Taemin has a very peculiar question for Jongin. A discussion ensues. You're my cup of tea by Moonyki. chaptered | M | Jongin recently discovered he likes tea a lot. Taemin works in a tea shop. But Jongin truly loves tea. Not only the cute tea shop's seller. Chanyeol gets involved in everything. & Kyungsoo speaks french. Happy Panda by atomickitten03. (Sequel) one-shot | PG | Working at a fast food restaurant isn't Jongin's dream job, but dance classes don't pay themselves. If only he could find one thing he isn't terrible at...

Error 404: shame not found by atomickitten03. one-shot | E | Being a webcam nude model is a perfectly respectable career, in Jongin’s eyes. But when he sees Taemin in real life for the first time, completely on accident, he doesn’t quite know the camboy etiquette to follow. Awkward Firsts by officiallykris. one-shot | E | Taemin likes the sound of his own voice. Kai finds this all a little amusing. baby me like yuh by soundandfury. one-shot | E | “Minnie-hyung. Taemin-ssi. Taetae. Taemin-oppa.”

Taemin feels a shiver of heat shoot down his spine at the last name, eyes widening and body stiffening up for a microsecond before he relaxes and schools his face into fond amusement. “Y-yeah, Jongin?”

Jongin laughs brightly and presses a sweet, chaste kiss to his cheek. “Buy me yakitori, please, oppa~?”

What's Your Kink by Layittofire. (chapter 12 specifically) series | E | Taemin and Kai each have their kinks, nearly all of which the other just loves to exploit. take care by gdgdbaby. one-shot | E | semi-public sex @ the august 18 smtown concert in seoul

friends like these by gdgdbaby. (scroll down to find it) one-shot | E | post-music bank win porn, bc of reasons. ft. boys crying

you can't dance and stay uptight by gdgdbaby. one-shot | E | melon music awards aftermath because i can't help myself, ever u__u a really terrible photo for your reference hey there, mr. blue sky by gdgdbaby. one-shot | E | flight attendants au ft. spontaneous telepathic mindbonding. Talking Body by fridaysblues. one-shot | E | Just some shameless late-night grinding. PWP. there was a time by junos. series | M | Taemin is sitting in his kitchen, peeling an apple. His hair is blond. He cocks his head at Jongin as if remembering something. As if he were only holding a thought, waiting for Jongin to return. “I wouldn’t break into your place if it wasn’t important,” he offers smoothly. The Couch by andbreatheme. one-shot | E | The casting couch AU literally no one asked for. Salty by maeryeok. one-shot | G | Taemin is making this absolutely disgusting noise that’s something between a snort and a scoff, with his lips turned unattractively upwards, when Jongin realizes he’s in love with him. stuck on you by Anry. one-shot| M | Jongin needs help taking off the kinesio tape.

Baekhyun-hyung, I need your credit card by gothtaemten. series | G | Taemin, Baekhyun and Jongin are locked out their hotel room, with no hope of getting back in until the rest of SuperM get back.

Taemin has an idea on how to get back in.

NEXT STOP G-SPOT by Tae_amo. one-shot | E | Taemin and Jongin fuck on a crowded Japanese subway. That's it that's the fic.

314 by jeannedarc. one-shot | E | Now that he’s at the scene, Jongin’s not entirely sure he should be. This might have been a mistake.

high on the taste of you by taeminsfw. one-shot | E | There was something entrancing about the way Taemin’s jaw tightened while inhaling the thick smoke, only to relax again with the exhales. It was nothing new, of course, that Jongin thought of Taemin as attractive. Maybe even beautiful, or breathtaking.

It was familiar, like everything else always has been in their relationship. It all came naturally, at one point, and it’s never been unwelcome. play me (소나타) by londoneyedgirl. one-shot | E | the one where jongin and taemin make a sextape. that's it, that's the plot

Dancing as If We Were Always One by Snapdragonia. one-shot | E| Jongin witnesses the pyn choreography for the first time and Taemin's dance practice takes a turn for the better.

mama called you baby center stage by goldminegoldmine. series | not rated | autochorrissexual/aromantic Jongin navigates his relationships with the rest of the members (+Taemin) and explores his identity Animal Style by Snapdragonia. one-shot | E | Frat boy Taemin smells his mate on the wrong person. Disaster ensues. i wish every time he touched me left a mark by taekai. one-shot | E | even when breathless and greedy for friction, something is graceful about the way taemin moves.

Low Tide by fridaysblues. series | E | Jongin wakes from a years-long slumber and doesn’t know how to atone for his sins, but the pleasure-seeking Lee Taemin’s happy to help take his mind off of his guilt. Play me by Life_Not_Knife. one-shot | E | This time the piano is a beech colour and the ivory keys look whiter than they should, none the less, the melody that flows from it is both familiar and beautiful – just like Taemin.

Only One (or, The Taming of the Taemin) by Rogue_TaeminBot. one-shot | E | In which TaeKai are a besotted pair of adorkable horny idiots who get in over their heads and face a challenge they are wildly unprepared to handle. i licked it so it's mine by gothtaemten. one-shot | E | The scent of sex and sweat is thick in the enclosed space of the hotel room. No light escapes around the closed curtains, the light under the door blocked by a towel to hide any noise that might come from within.

It's hotter this way, Jongin decides.

this love isn't crazy by unconscious. standalone/series | E | After more than ten years of friendship and a little bit of sex on the side, Taemin and Jongin debut in a group together. Los Angeles changes things. Suddenly there's a difference between what Taemin has and what he wants. sugar honey sweet by unconscious. (note: this fic is not taekai centric but has a wonderful depiction of them) one-shot | E | “Taeminie won’t admit it, but you remind him of himself,” Jongin hums. He keeps moving his fingers through Taeyong’s hair, dizzying pressure; his brain goes static. “Hardworking, ambitious, a little perfectionist. Difference is, Taeminie’s always had his hyungs looking out for him. Yongie” —Jongin curls his fingers in the hair at Taeyong’s nape, then tugs his head back, so Jongin can see his face— “who’s looking out for you?”

Taeyong is antsy. Jongin decides to do something about it. the thing i miss the most about you is everything by WhoTheBuckIsStucky. one-shot | E | Jongin and Taemin are very happy to be practicing together, and happy to have an excuse to be in each other's arms.

Waiting for You by GeeLiz_98. one-shot | E | Jongin and Taemin are embarking on a blossoming relationship filled with passion, secrecy and an excitement that Jongin had never experienced before.

An exciting dynamic he had never had with his boyfriend.

Will Jongin finally have to make a decision that will change his life forever?

Moth To Flame AU by taemin. series | G-E | "It's God's house, Jongin," Taemin says, sounding annoyingly reasonable for someone hurtling towards sex in a confessional, which is not a reasonable situation to be in at all. "We can be here anytime we want." Pour toujours & à jamais by Moonyki. one-shot | G | Taemin needs to confess something to Jongin. His thoughts. His feelings. His worries. Jongin listens & they talk it out.

Under The Same Sky by sleepydanceur. one-shot| M | Dragonriders!AU - the Bond between and dragon and their rider is as pure as it is rare. Jongin doesn't know how that feels until he meets Taemin.

heated gaze by snowglobes. series | T | Jongin goes to a club and gets more than he bargained for.

Shining Sunshine by melancholywhite. series | T | Retired dancer Kim Jongin, also known as Taemin's best friend since birth, is adopting a baby. Since he's such a loyal friend, of course Taemin ends up getting roped into raising the child with him. It sounds like an easy enough job at first, but when old feelings start to resurface, Taemin doesn't know anymore.

When The Lights Are Down by etonnant67. chaptered | E | Jongin spends his time searching for the stories hidden in music, for the message woven into the magic of the stage. It makes sense that he’d be drawn to Taemin. But he’d never expected that he’d fall so deep.

Catch Me If You Can by sleepydanceur. one-shot | E | Bounty hunters in space!AU. Taemin and Jongin as rival bounty hunters who clash when they both go after the same mark.

With Me, Settle Down by (orphaned fic). one-shot | E | Taemin accidentally catapults Jongin into the realm of his own latent bisexuality. Baekhyun is there, too.

Last by softraincloud. one-shot | E | With the void of immortality to fill, demons have to entertain themselves somehow, and Taemin has found the perfect way to do just that.

However, even within eternity, not everything lasts forever.

make it up as we go along by unconscious. (note: this fic is not taekai centric but has a wonderful depiction of them) one-shot | T | The first time it happens, too much happens.

mark finding his footing in superm (:

I See You by Tired_Little_Space_They. chaptered | E | In the coolest darkest part of a forest long forgotten by modern living, something very old and powerful is waking up, hungry, searching for something it can not live without.

If there are any fic not on this list that you'd like to recommend please feel free to drop it in my askbox or leave it in the replies. This list is always changing, updating, and is merely a reflection of my personal taste.

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cultofdionysusnet · 1 year ago

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Check out this Super M fic written by Sar!

Duty | One: Baekhyun

Group: SuperM

Pairing: ??? x Fem!OC

Word Count: 276

Rating: 18-21+

Genres, Tropes, & AUs: Non-Idol AU, Secret Agent/Spy AU, Good vs Evil, Colleagues to Lovers, Angst

Content & Trigger Warnings: Agent!Reader, Agent!SuperM, guns, mentions of past deaths

Summary: Kyungshi looks up a rogue SM agent in Russia to recruit him for her team.

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Byun Baekhyun entered his apartment, the cold Russian wind blustering in behind him. He placed his keys in the small metal tray by the door, and paused. There was someone inside.

He'd been an agent long enough to sense when things weren't right, and currently all sorts of alarms were going off in his head. He closed the door as he normally would, then drew his gun from its concealed holster beneath his leather jacket.

He stepped quietly through the entryway and into the small living room area. There, on the couch, sat a beautiful young woman who appeared to be in her early twenties. Baekhyun pointed his gun at her, face stern and emotionless.

"Who are you?" He demanded. The young woman simply smiled.

"I'm Jun Kyungshi, and I'm from SM."

Baekhyn's eyes widened and his grip faltered. He thought he'd gotten out of all this.

"Why are you here?" He asked.

Kyungshi's fierce expression softened ever-so-slightly. Then she exhaled and replied, "We need your help Baekhyun."

He looked at Kyungshi as if she'd suddenly grown two heads.

"And why should I even raise so much as a finger to help SM, when being involved with them is what got my members killed?!"

Baekhyun was almost screaming now, all the emotions he'd kept locked inside for the last five years suddenly rushing to the surface.

Kyungshi's dark eyes were sad as she replied, "Because we can help you get revenge."

Surprised, Baekhyun lowered his weapon and holstered it. Taking a seat opposite Kyungshi, he eyed her expectantly. "Tell me your plan."

With a wide smile on her face, Kyungshi did as he asked.

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#group: superm #member: superm baekhyun #genre: angst #type: series #rating: mature #wc: <1k #au: secret agent au #au: spy au #trope: colleagues to lovers #au: good vs evil

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sooibian · 4 years ago

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The Spy Who Loved Me

gif credits @byunvoyage

Pairing: Spy!Baekhyun x Assassin!Reader ft. Chen, Chanyeol

Description: It’s an obsessive cat and mouse chase

Themes: Dark comedy, angst, heavily inspired by season one of Killing Eve

Warnings: Violence, strong language

Word Count: ~2.8k

A/N: This one-shot comes during a very busy season for me so if you can make time for feedback, I’d be very grateful. Thanks :)

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It’s the way light escapes their eyes.

Fear. Despair. Hope. Then…nothing.

They hope to be spared. I have a family…what about my children…please…why are you doing this to me…. The utterly foolish ones even offer you money. This imbecility makes the corners of your mouth curl upwards - especially when they’re out of breath from running or begging or whatever it is that gets their heart rate up. Eh. Factor in some cardio before dissolving into a permanent state of slumber, maybe? Poor things always mistake the twitch of your lips for impending clemency…what they don’t know is that it’s always been the breathy ones that peak your excitement.

There’s not a single hit you’ve regretted.

Mostly because you don’t bother with the futility of why. They give you a name and you jet off. To you, it’s really a fun job involving travel, costumes, languages, a hefty allowance, sticking pointy objects in the right places and theatrics. You’re not one to just do your job and slip away quietly. No arterial air embolisms, no unidentifiable fumes or poisons. No boring and discreet. Where’s the fun in that? Flamboyant is your middle name. Every assassination is a heroi-comical poem for you - killing an asthamatic nez with a fatal concoction of perfume or a feeble-hearted fetishist with clamps that turned out to be a wee bit too intense for him.

You’re good at this. No, infact, you’re the best there is, the best there was, the best there ever will be.

“The NIS has deployed a team of four to hunt you down because of the mess you left in Beijing. So you’ll be working with a team now. No more flying solo.” Your handler Chen says nonchalantly.

Shit.

Beijing. “Make it look like a suicide”, had been the directive. The assignment Kasia had been put under witness protection after you’d murdered her mafia boyfriend. She was in a hospital - injured and deranged from the shock of it all, watched over by armed men. Things obviously didn’t go as planned and the security detail bloodbath was, well, collateral damage.

You saunter towards Chen with an intentional swing in your hips, a pout on your lips. You sit a little too close to the astute man, almost purring with seduction, “NIS, you say. Give me a name."

“Byun Baekhyun.” His lips curl into a cat-like smile as he stealthily adds a foot long distance between the both of you.

“Never heard of him”, you say neutrally, gliding closer to his stoic form.

“He was a security officer before this. A nobody. In fact, he was fired right after the Kasia debacle in Beijing. She was his responsibility.” Letting out an exasperated sigh, he gets up on the pretext of fetching a glass of water.

“Why the sudden promotion, then?”

“A change of jobs. He’s heading a team…Operation Jinseong, they call themselves. Apparently, he’s the only one who believed that the murders have all been executed by a woman. If they can get to you, they can get to them. The organization. This conjecture has seemed to have impressed a higher up. After firing him, they swept his computer and found hoards of theories and all the intelligence he could gather about the faceless demon that’s actually…you. An insider thinks he’s fascinated. And a little cuckoo.” Chen’s laughter is throaty and taunting.

He takes a sip of water and places the glass carefully on the counter, eyeing you the entire time. Chen. It’s a nom de plume. He’s a ghost - a shadow of a shadow, if you will. You know nothing about Chen but you know better than to snoop around. He’s always been affable yet distant, but he has this maddening habit of scrutinizing people. The changes in the expression, the dilation of the pupils. The man doesn’t miss a beat. And he stares unapologetically. You wonder what he thinks when he looks at you. You wonder how he feels. Disgusted? Lustful? Terrified?

He wants to know everything that’s behind those vacant eyes. With him, you feel disrobed.

“You’re only as good as your last”, he says finally, in his threateningly soft voice, thrusting a thumb drive into your hand. But you don’t feel threatened. The truth is, you feel nothing at all.

He’s at the door when you exclaim, “You never have sex with me!” Feigning annoyance.

He laughs and states matter -of-factly, “I’m married”, before closing the door behind him.

Like that’s ever stopped a man before.

***

Byun Baekhyun.

You search the thumb drive and a fresh faced man with luminous eyes smiles at you from the screen. His arm is wrapped around a slender, honey-skinned woman with big hair and big teeth. They look like an advertisement for home buyers.

A wave of recognition floods your mind.

He was there.

He was there at the Beijing scene. The beautiful man who helped you with the coffee maker in the hospital. The very same coffee you doused barista Kasia with.

There’s an inexplicable swell in your chest.

You’re no team player.

The undertaking with your ex and her boyfriend didn’t go as planned. Chen should’ve known.

After a disagreement, you instigated her to off him, your shin getting injured in the scuffle. Then you ran her over with the jeep - once, twice. The third time was just to be sure. This commotion affected the escape of the NIS Agent you were after.

The mole that ratted out Baekhyun’s Operation Jinseong.

The murders of your “colleagues” you could manage to explain - you’d tailored them to look like accidents. However, the assignment’s escape was sure to reflect poorly on you.

You’re only as good as your last.

The Agent scurries across a field of dead grass towards the feeder road, putting considerable distance between him and an injured you, where someone sat waiting anxiously in the driver’s seat.

Oh, Baekhyun…

It’s the first time you look into each other’s eyes, the moment stretching between you. It is like standing on the ledge of a skyscraper. With the wind in your hair, the world at your feet but in this space exists trepidation. A fear of falling.

Your gun wielding arm suddenly feels too heavy and your legs threaten to give up on you. Your heart rate escalates as the hot embers of his gaze gloss over the stretch of your skin.

The mole slips into the backseat of Baekhyun’s compact Kia Morning as you continue to take aimless shots at his vitals - eyes still intertwined with Baekhyun’s.

What good was a mole to the NIS?, you wanted to ask. Especially one that looked like a sewer rat.

You were only doing them a favour.

Aiming the gun at Baekhyun, you fire, only to realize he isn’t fearful or panicky. On the contrary, there is a sense of purpose in his eyes as well as something you could only identify as a glimmer. A spark.

Even from a twenty foot distance you can tell Byun Baekhyun is in awe of you.

This…thing…this electricity surges through your veins and you sprint towards your jeep - as fast as your good leg could carry you.

Oops. You didn’t mean to run over her for the fourth time.

***

Reverse. Acceleration. A few well thought out turns and your jeep is hardly a hundred meters behind Baekhyun’s car. You continue to fire and he continues to dart, swerve, sidestep. A good driver.

Suddenly, his car comes to a screeching halt.

He steps out of his vehicle amidst shrill cries of protest from the mole in the backseat and you follow suit.

Weaponless, crouched, he inches towards the gun pointed at him.

“I mean no harm”, despite his scared posture, his voice is confrontational. “Leave the man alone. He has a little girl.”

Oh, Baekhyun…

You smile at him. He smiles back.

A genuine smile. Like the one your father used to give you when he saw you relishing ice-cream as…a little girl.

In a flash, you aim the nozzle at your temple and Baekhyun cries out a loud, pained, “NO!”

Laughing, you lower the gun and fire at his feet. He ducks.

You vanish.

It was exhilarating to use the alias ``Mrs. Byun ” for your next job especially since the man and his giant partner have been on your tail for three months now.

But, maybe, you shouldn’t’ve stolen Baekhyun’s luggage as soon as he landed in Tokyo to investigate the mysterious death of a Chinese colonel. He and his team knew perfectly well whodunnit. But one can’t bring faceless demons to book now, can they?

Who knows how this easily distracted giant of a man is supposed to protect Baekhyun if it should ever come to it. He couldn’t even watch his luggage for a measly five minutes.

***

You watch Baekhyun and the giant from your apartment overlooking the crime scene. He looks frazzled and the giant slightly apologetic. ‘You’ll have your bag back soon, baby’, you whisper, sucking on a bubblegum flavoured lollipop.

Thirty minutes roll by and the investigation seems to be heading nowhere. Bored out of your wits, you slump into your bed and toy with the contents of Baekhyun’s bag - shirts, slacks, underwear, toiletries.

Dull, tedious, and soul-destroyingly unimaginative.

Save for one green scarf.

In a sea of monotones, the scarf stands out. Demanding attention. Fluttering your eyes shut, you slowly bury your face in it - your senses entirely enveloped in his heady scent.

***

“Excuse me, if you don’t mind me asking, where did you get that scarf from?”

Day two in Tokyo. You’ve been following Baekhyun (and, by extension, Chanyeol). Studying him. It was like adopting Chen’s personality. Apart from the occasional loud laughter, his demeanour, you learn, is self-effacing, gracious, and polite. He’s a picky eater who only eats to live and not the other way round. He’s also very observant and intuitive. But not enough to know that he’s being watched.

Also, he’s thinking. Constantly. He’s thinking about you.

“Excuse me?”

Chanyeol asks again - large, deep brown eyes focused on your neck trying to stop you from getting onto the same train as Baekhyun.

Very subtle.

“It’s from my mother’s store. I could give you the address if you like”, smiling, you crane your neck to look into his disturbed eyes as you both pretend not to know each other amidst a swarm of dog-tired people on the platform at six in the evening.

You slip into the crowd but the oaf chooses to follow.

What does he think he’s doing following an assassin through a strange city! Unarmed.

Forty minutes elapse and he continues to chase you through the streets of Tokyo, keeping up with your brisk pace. With your easy charm, you breeze into the club called Camelot and wave Chanyeol goodbye as he’s stopped by the bouncer and sent to the back of the line. His eyes are dark with a murderous rage.

The club is loud, dark…stuffy - the air thick with over-the-counter happiness. Definitely not to your taste but you stay to give Chanyeol a head start. He’s pissed you off and he’ll pay for it later. Not today.

You really didn’t want to upset a tired Baekhyun. At least not until you feel a beefy hand weigh down your shoulder.

“I didn’t want to do this”, you rise on your tippy toes and whisper into his ear before sticking a short blade into the side of his stomach. He’s heaving as you stare into his round, childlike, startled eyes while supporting his stumbling weight and stabbing him repeatedly until he finally collapses.

You leave him to bleed out on the dance floor and on your way out, you grab the arm of a medium-built man, your blood-dipped, glistening lips stretched into a lascivious smile.

“Let’s put you in a costume first”, you say to the unassuming moron, excitably thinking of Baekhyun’s dull shirts.

Grief draws people closer, your grandmother used to say, every time someone died of sickness in that impoverished little village of yours.

Baekhyun’s grieving the oaf who was slowing him down. He’s looking for company. So..he’s snooping.

He’s in your apartment.

The “trusting old lady” - your next door neighbour, who actually works for the same organization as you handed him the key exactly as instructed. You’d been expecting him, this meeting was long overdue. But you wait in the cute little French cafe just around the corner - watching him scout out your apartment through your phone, while devouring a Charlotte Russe cake - dressed pretty in a flouncy pink dress.

He’s careful not to make a squeak. Walking on tippy toes, running his beautifully slender fingers along the drapes, the furniture, the walls as he goes. Your skin tingles all over. Oh, how you wish to be a piece of furniture in the moment. Only Baekhyun could make you want to be something muted and inanimate. Furniture, mattress, drapes.

He saunters slowly to your blackwood Georgian cupboard. The one you use for your wigs, costumes, weapons, and his own green scarf. He wears the scarf around his neck, ruffles the costumes but he’s gentle with the wigs. Stroking and caressing.

From the drawer he picks out a .38 and shoves it in his waistband. Right behind his hip bone.

Oh, Baekhyun…

Pretty boys and their dangerous toys.

He finds himself in the kitchen. The revolver seems to have straightened his spine and suffused his step with a very welcome spring. Mi casa es su casa.

In the fridge he finds exactly what he’s supposed to. No food. Only a dozen bottles of celebratory champagne of the best kind. What comes next from him is a scornful snicker which fills your mouth with a bitter taste. The Charlotte Russe doesn’t look very appetizing anymore. He draws a bottle out of the fridge, studies it and smashes it onto the floor. Then another, then another until all the bottles are reduced to shattered glass dripping in gold strewn across your kitchen floor.

Playtime is over, Baekhyun.

You make a run for your apartment.

***

He’s exhausted.

Breathless, air tousled, shirt crumpled, eyes droopy, beads of sweat lined across his forehead and upper lip - standing clueless, smack-dab in the middle of the mess he’s made - clothes torn off their hangers, furniture overturned. You can’t recognize your upscale Seoul apartment anymore. Careful around the glass, you make your way towards his still frame, withdraw the weapon from his light, jaded grasp.

You take his hand in yours and lead him to your bedroom - which is entirely ransacked just like the rest of your house. Save for the bed.

He lies down on his back and his first words are, “God, I’m tired.”

“Me too”, you say, as you lie facing him, “Are you wearing the cologne I gave you?”

You’d sent him a bottle of cologne along with the bag you had nicked in Tokyo, as a token of appreciation. It was handcrafted to smell like power.

He hums, turning to the side to face you, nestling into the depths of your irises.

“Are you going to kill me?” He asks, eyeing the revolver in your hand.

Your heart falls to pieces at the ache in his voice.

“No”, you say simply, tossing it to the side.

“Really?”

“I promise.”

Relief ripples across his soft, boyish features smoothing the lines of worry as it goes.

“You’re all I think about”, he says, studying your face. And you’re left wondering yet again, about his thoughts. His feelings.

“So you trash my apartment?” You sound as gentle as you can. But if you’re honest, you don’t even have to try that hard.

“I lost my job, my partner, my wife left me, and I even lost my sanity because of you.”

With his dulcet touch, he traces along the edge of your lips.

“Fair enough. I think about you too. I mean, I to you masturbate a lot.” You say as your thumb rubs his cheek lightly.

He lets out a loud, embarrassed giggle that makes him look a decade younger.

“Too much?” You ask, apprehensively.

“No, I just wasn’t expecting that.”

And with that you’re both inching closer to each other, like magnets.

Baekhyun’s soft gaze darkens and simultaneously you feel something sharp poking at your stomach.

“You can’t do it”, you wrap your hand around the blade, almost mocking him. He’s too nice for something this abominable.

“I can”, he whispers, his eyes still nestled in yours, as he plunges the blade deeper, tearing you apart.

He places a chaste, soft kiss on your forehead.

Fear. Despair. Hope.

“Sorry, baby.”

Continuation - My Lovable Curse

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fuckyeahexofics · 5 years ago

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Can you recommend some good susoo fics? I feel like there are barely any fics for this cute ass ship :(

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sudo is very cute!! here are my faves:

between mixing cream and coffee (fem!Kyungsoo, boys over flowers!au, R)

Heart of an Alpha (abo, angst, violence, R)

Of Chaos and How to Control It (+Chanyeol, mama!au, femslash, R)

Stupid, Bleeding Hearts (+Baekhyun, polyamory, getting over a breakup, R)

The Tiger And The Magpie (Goblin kdrama!au, slow burn, NC-17)

YUN series (+Baekhyun, soulmates!au, angst, R)

-jen

seconding Heart of an Alpha! here are some I loved:

band aids don’t fix bullet holes (spy!au, PG-15)

Blueshift (sci-fi, PG-15)But I See You (PG-15)

Coffee, Tea, or Me? (famous!au, PG)

it’s always better (when we’re together) (fake dating!au, PG)

knight in red and blue (superhero!au, PG-15)

neighbors!au series (G to PG-15)

Shake, Bend, and Break (friends to lovers, PG-15)

sourpuss (hybrid!au, PG)

Sweeter than Victory (harry potter!au, PG-15)

-ana

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onyourhyuck · 2 years ago

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𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐊ᵃ𝐫𝐦𝐚 [ Season 3 ]

synopsis; • Fast forwarding six years, Park areum is coming back to the journalist industry. A case from thirteen years ago re-opens when Areum finds something suspicious around a drug ring in clubs and her parents car accident from thirteen years ago have suspicious links. However something always trails back to past that she’s never knew about.

warnings; • mafia jeno Au, mystery, thriller, SMUTTT NO MINORS, ANGST, police exo au, romance, park areum and lee jeno are married , minjae and nayoung are cuties, horror (scary death scenes). gruesome graphic detailed language.

Now Part 5 !! || —> Next Part 6.

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It’s been weeks since the wedding incident with detective Baekhyun and what he said to her has left areum simply dying on the side by how much it bothers her. No matter what she does to push those suspicious thoughts they always find their ways to penetrate her mind late at night, causing then areum to stay awake and feel afraid of the chances that Baekhyun might be right.

and since that suspicion grew and grew, areum has kept snooping around jeno’s work. asking what he’s done today, being more and more nosey and asking jeno further for detailed answers. she even called haechan!

it’s like she’s suspecting jeno for cheating but instead of being worried that jeno is cheating on her with another woman, it’s rather that he knows something about her parents.

screw Baekhyun, areum cursed mentally. She sinks into her spinning chair behind the wide open windows with open blinds rattling side to side against the soft breeze wind. areum sighs blowing her lips into soft raspberries.

The silence of the room would forsaken areum, in a way she’s been struggling to find clues in the case. The black desk covered in random paperwork, large pile of files and old plastic lunchbox foods ate weeks ago but still forgotten to be cleaned up begins to vibrate. Areum looks at the shaking desk, caused by her ringing phone, large contact name in bold ‘Husband!’.

Areum sits up rushing on the desk with her chair, sliding across and then snatching the phone in her hands.

“Helllooo- what’s up?” Areum spoke with slight pant on the dial, Jeno was quick to notice the out of breath voice, raising eyebrow.

Jeno clears his throat. “Did you workout or something?” Areum nervously chuckles. “Uhm, something like that yeahhh- why are you calling?”

There it was again, awkward tension. Jeno can’t help but question this weird behaviour, and he is on areum’s case. Heavily. The man was aware Areum has been spying on him, it wasn’t hard to catch that on in action either, but he what does he have to hide? Nothing. Jeno lightly smirks through the phone.

He steps inside the elevator, tucks one hand in front pocket, staring at the red bold numbers counting upwards. “Do I have to have a reason to call my wife?” He tells, causing areum to flinch a bit.

“Ah, no, but Y’know— wait, are you in an elevator?” Areum’s ears flick to the sound of the elevator opening on the other side. Jeno grins, areum has always been so aware of everything. The man hums agreeing.

“I’m at your work.”

“WHAT?”

He answers but then the phone line ends. Areum stands up in shock as she looks at the entire mess and the amount of files about her parents car crash case, everything is evidence and there is no way she can let jeno know in on this. The journalist trips on the edge, running outside the office, but then the glass door has swung open with her hand latch on.

She was far too late. Jeno stands still in his casual clothes. Wearing a white short sleeve shirt that might be a little too small now that his body has advanced from the hardcore gym sessions and some denim blue washed jeans with a black belt on. Mark trails behind nervously, whispering to Areum with silent mouthing words.

The mafia man was smirking ear to ear to see Areum’s nervous and surprised expression. It’s been a while since it has only been them two alone and for some reason his wife, was acting like a shy teenage girl who’s never seen a man in her life before. Jeno found it adorable, that even after all these years Areum was capable of feeling timid with him.

Jeno walks inside the office whistling. He loudly exclaims a sign. “It’s…a bit of a mess Areum.”

“Sorry i tried to help but he’s your husband.” Mark mouths quietly to Areum. He goes in silently to lift the car crash files and the woman sighs quietly, slapping Mark’s back to leave. “Go, I’ll deal with him—“ areum shoos and shuts the door.

She notices the office glass windows which allows many of her coworkers, boss Ahn and Mark with Karina to look inside the office with a clear view. Areum purse her lips into a thin line, turning the blinds on which cuts off anyone’s civilisations to spy on her and her husband (who has never came to her work ever, it’s a first time ever. People weren’t even sure if her husband was real!)

Areum turns around and saw Jeno quietly waiting on the soft brown couch in front of the coffee table and another identical couch. The woman felt the throat quilt in sudden dryness, slowly tip toeing down to the couch that was in front of the one Jeno sat on.

He crosses his legs with a short smug. “Areum,” he calls out bringing her eyes to glance to him directly, as she was avoiding everything to look into his eyes. “You have a nice office i admit. Better than mine that’s for sure.” He adds looking around… the mess, leftover foods and spilled water on the desk because Areum freaked out earlier.

Areum clears her throat. “Thanks. Why are you here?” This came out rather quick and intrusive. Jeno turns to areum tutting his tongue. “Can’t I visit my wife’s work?”

“I- that’s not what i meant. It’s just sudden.”

“I thought I could do the same because you’ve been spying on my work.” Jeno replies casually, something areum hopes her ears deceived but couldn’t. She lets out a soft ‘huh?’

Areum lays her hands on her thighs, sighing. “Okay I admit that. I’m sor-“

“No it’s okay. You were simply worried I was entertaining other women right?”

Wait, what? Areum blinks in the sudden silence as she rubs the back of her head, that wasn’t why she was coming to his work at all… The journalist opens her lips apart, as she saw Jeno’s cocky smirk; she can’t believe jeno is getting such a confidence boost for thinking she’s worried about him cheating. But maybe an opportunity of escape has revealed itself for Areum to take and to play along.

Areum forcefully laughs. “Ah! Yeah, sorry. We just haven’t been Y’know able to be together as much anymore.” She’d make her hands form a little triangle together, smiling ear to ear. Maybe she won’t get caught.

Anxious has evaporated and so has the over-adrenaline rate goes down. The oblivious man in front scotches with a curling voice tickling Areum’s neck, as he lifts himself and sits next to the woman with an arm around her from behind.

“Well I’ll have you know you’re the only women in my life.” Jeno trails, planting a kiss on the centre forehead. Areum shyly looks down, smiling at the action. Even though she has her suspicions, something about the physical touch and touching love words he spews in her left ear through the right ear has bewitch her.

Their love was as strong as ever, growing stronger if anything; even if the couple become heavily invested in their two different worlds— or their family life, it could never break their bond with each other. Right?

Areum looks away with bright cheeks. She can’t believe she’s going red all because of a simple friendly forehead kiss!

“Uhm yeah so leave now.” Areum commands pulling away, moving on the far end of the couch keeping decent distance from her husband. Jeno blinks in surprise. “You still want me to leave?”

“Yeah! Go I have work to do.” That was an excuse, she doesn’t have work because she has no freaking clues to go on…

Jeno smirks crawling forward on all fours, then pouncing on the beautiful hard working journalist causing her to slide down on the couch, looking up to be met with the strong sculpture face with heavy muscular arms trapping areum underneath him. The mafia’s eyes were as fiery and passionate lids were ready to eat areum, the way he’s eyeing her . Enjoying the shy gesture she’s pulling, only makes her adorable and unable to leave alone. The way she’s resisting him too.

He whispers. “You’re red like a tomato.” Areum scowls, “I am not.”

“Are.” Jeno adds leaning closer. Areum murmurs shifting her face on the left side. “Are not.”

“Are…”

He smiles leaning down to the woman who was simply avoiding his face to even spare him a look— but not to worry, jeno confidently pulls areum’s face to look at him where his lips caught on hers. The journalist with honey brown eyes wide as day, trembling at the soft romantic kiss that the man she loves gave her. Not expecting it, Areum was trying hard to not return it, though her lips move on their own.

Those pink lips press harder on his, where Areum’s hands pull from jeno’s grip to hold his sharp jawline. Eyes slowly close, enjoying the warmth spreading from one mouth to another like a tsunami. The redness on her face has spread like smooth butter from the cheeks down to the ears, unable to avoid now. The black beautiful curls fall like a nest on the couch, side bangs falling softly off her forehead. Jeno hovering on top of Areum.

Before she couldn’t withdraw her mind from far places, she definitely can now. His arms were wrapped around her running down the soft silky locks down to the soft white blouse with a ribbon tie on it. The couple shift positions where the young woman pushes up straddling Jeno on the lap where he sat, back pushing on the couch headers. Areum’s hair flipping on the side where their lips disconnected but not for long…

Her aggravating lips push down on the man, kissing him much more passionately than before. She felt the rush and effect he has on her, so much, it was unbelievable how much she can go and react to things that he makes her body feel. Their lower bodies clench and grind on to each other, soft sighs escape their trembling lips and Jeno ruts forward.

Areum bites the bottom lip, slipping off the white shirt off the man’s body, as his teeth capture the ribbon softly pulling it off where the blouse falls off with ease, then fiddles and tweaks the fingers to pull it off left areum in her white detail bra.

Not even a second later was the man pushing the entire face in the big cleavage smothering deep in it as if it were a pillow, then unclasping the bra with one hand having it fall off completely. The exposed breasts left jeno drooling, he wasn’t ever a breast man— until he realised he’s been missing out.

maybe he loves it because areum’s are beautiful and he can’t help but not ignore them. They grew significantly bigger after she gave birth to the kids. Twisting and licking the cold soft nipples, he felt them erect instantly at his tongue’s command. Soft moans have left areum like her soul, it was a full on sensory overload— what she was fearing the most were when Jeno’s teeth graze just a bit on the edge of her skin.

it left areum feeling a lot of things, sinful sways and emotions like a heavy tide on water. Areum whines squirming on the lap as fingers grip and crawl on his hair. Eyes dimming and squeezing.

“So sensitive.” Jeno lightly pokes fun, areum huffs out. “Let’s stop— please, i didn’t lock the door.”

The man was quick to disagree, getting an idea that might cause them to be risky but where’s the fun in that if there wasn’t a thrilling adrenaline to it? Areum was caught by surprise when he tugs on his belt sliding it off, staring at Areum mischievously with his black eyes dotting at the journalist .

Poker face areum glancing at him. “What are you..-“ Jeno lightly shushes her by a soft peck. “Ride me baby.”

He was almost submitting to areum. The woman’s lips perk in a smile, grabbing the bare expose shoulders pushing him down. “Beg for me then.” Areum grasps out standing still as she pulls away her hands.

The man sits still like he was a lost puppy. A sudden shift of roles switch and Areum was now dominating the situation. The mafia man lingers softly as he whines, looking at the large space between them. She was not touching him, not paying enough attention and most definitely was not doing as he told her. Jeno purse his lips in a shy line.

“Please ride me…” he whispers, desperation screams written on his face. Frowning at the loss of warmth from him. Areum felt the growing crotch poke at the right fabric underneath her thighs, as her hands lift his face. Running her wet kisses down the side neck where the weak sweet spots hit him like a truck.

He was growing and only growing hungry for more pleasure, the woman slides a hand down to the jeans unzipping it down, then sliding it with the boxers all at once. Jeno took the help of undressing areum’s lower clothing too.

“You’re so cute baby, want to be taken care of?” Areum murmurs in his ears. Jeno shivers when a cold soft gentle hand grips the erect manhood, he flinches at the sudden movement where he grunts. Half-lid open staring at Areum helplessly. “Mm take care of me, please.”

She smiles. “Such a good boy, I’ll take good care of you.” Areum reassures, watching the hand down below slowly stroke him up and then down, sliding it round the tip where he was the most fragile.

Jeno loudly exclaims out, prancing areum to cover his mouth as she shushes him. The man lowers himself with wide eyes, whimpering.

“If you make a sound i won’t fuck you.” She tells him and he nods quickly. areum pushes the last space between them as he felt the fullness hit him finally, the one thing he’s even begging for. The warmth of the familiar walls that he can’t get enough of, pulsing in him deep. Jeno unalarmed ruts forward without knowing, Areum softly moaning under her breath. It was almost like she forgot how it felt the first time, but at the same time not at all.

Their bodies were as reactive like dynamite. Areum has slowly ride forward with arms wrapping around his shoulders and neck, Jeno watching the love of his life bounce freely. He closes eyes when the speed escaped the slow scale, now it was only getting faster and more harder to become quiet.

To take his voice down he turns the attention back onto the chest that bounce up, softly kissing and marking them with tiny love bites. Areum holds down her own mouth realising that she’s not the only one struggling to make no noise.

Jeno smirks condescendingly. “No noise, you said.” Areum glares down slowing down where the man whines at the pace, where he was almost close to release. Areum smirks. “Try to not come until i tell you to.”

The man sighs out adjusting to withhold a little longer. Sight of jeno worn out and completely drunk on her and only her has only turned on Areum. It was a rare sight in anyones book, but worth seeing. The time where Jeno was submitting to someone he loves and never has done before— makes it even more special.

Areum has the power in reality over Jeno. He was untameable, now he was tamed.

“I- my god. So close, I’m, so close. Please, tell me I can come?” Jeno half cried, head falling backwards in the air. Areum groaning lightly. “Hold on baby,”

Jeno holds on the curvy hourglass body, pulling Areum into the hugging position where his head rests on her breasts again. Softly moaning and groaning within that space. She speeds up, rocking the hips where it stutters in zigzag lines, only to know that he was really close and so was she.

Areum exclaims in soft grunts, his cock buried deep inside her womb twitches. The man had so many powers to resist anything but when it comes to her, boy did he have to truly fight like it was a global war, it took every ounce of mind power to not lose himself in areum, to do as she told him to. He wants to make areum proud of him, not to disappoint her.

And when he stayed patient fighting the inner conflict within his body and mind, she rewards him with the sweet longing words he waiting for.

“Come with me.”

Areum felt the squealing skin on skin slapping that constantly ran in the room stopping and running down the thighs was the bodily fluids. She pants lightly and he closes eyes refocusing his dark eyes, heart beating fast like one. Jeno was weak and tired, holding Areum still in the hug. He lifts his head up kissing the beautiful woman on top.

The journalist returns it with a hand pushing the chest back, she teasingly pulls with a smirk. “You listen well, didn’t know that was in your vocabulary.” Areum jokingly tells and Jeno smirks rolling eyes.

“Shush before i yell for mark to come in and see us like this.” Jeno would say but Areum let’s out a soft sarcastic ‘haha’, pulling off his lap. “You’d traumatise him honestly.”

The man smirks. “Don’t give me anymore temptation.” He adds pulling on the trousers at his bottom feet, closing it with a belt and zipping it back up. Areum does the same, pulling her trousers and blouse all together as well as her hair. Jeno smirks creeping behind areum who watches the mirror, he squeezed her behind where he cups her ass, kissing the shoulders.

“I love you.” He whispers, lifting the soft hair in a ponytail where he plants more kisses on the nape of her neck, he closes eyes and pulls a hair tie on the hair. Areum softly smiles, watching Jeno in the mirror.

“I love you too.” Areum tells.

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The Smell of alcohol wafted through the street, mixing in the gas using vehicles smoke polluting the Seoul sky— it reeked so bad it could make anybody feel nauseous. The bitter chill of the largest city in South Korea, so cold the road felt like an arctic glacier. Street lights beaming so brightly‚ the sight could make someone squint immediately. The aroma of pollution so strong‚ you could taste it on your tongue. The golden rust‚ covering the bars of the steps by the doorway‚ mould streaming down from the seeping gutter. People would walk past you‚ either giving you judgemental stares or dirty daggers if you were an outsider.

That is exactly who Shin Ryujin was. She wasn’t a city girl— actually she was from the country near the mountains, she’s poor and hasn’t really lived a comfortably life, but that’s everyone not just her right?

The young blonde girl parks the motorcycle in front of the infamous bar called Twice Two. Taking the black heavy helmet off, Ryujin slides off her vehicle, walking inside the bar.

Unaware that behind her parks a black car, a long leg figure with black skinny ripped jeans and a loose black shirt with a leather jacket; mullet black hair and tan glowing complexion. He was following her from the beginning. Haechan slowly walks In unaware what this bar was but he’s about to find out.

Inside the bar was quite a mixed crowd. He had to push a few people there and then to travel to where Ryujin was sat on the counter with a full soju bottle and glass shots.

The young girl wore her blonde hair in straight style down, a black leather jacket with a white crop and black ripped jeans— coincidentally they were matching clothes. Haechan lightly cursed under his lips, how embarrassing they were matching.

He sat down next to her with a change of expression. He has to befriend her only to find out information, only that. He wasn’t going to actually befriend her. When he sat down Ryujin sighs .

“You’re really a stalker.” She tells the man unbothered, sipping soju down her throat. The bitter alcohol inflaming her tastebuds. Haechan smirks winking, “you should feel blessed, I am the one usually getting stalked.” He flexed the leather jacket confidently.

There was that annoying half ass confidence rising up. Ryujin rolls her eyes, not sparing any glances ar the man. “You also copy my clothes.”

Haechan wasn’t sure how she knew their clothes matched when she never glanced at him once. The man coughs, awkwardly. “Yeah that wasn’t planned.” He adds and then slowly reaches for a shot glass. “Anyways let’s drink together, Hm?” He hums putting the shot glass in front of the woman, she looks at him.

Ryujin fakely smiles. “I’m not pouring you a shot.” Haechan sighs dramatically. “Fine, I’ll pour it myself.” The boy spat grabbing the green soju bottle, lifting it down into the shot. He then drank it in one go from the small glass. Ryujin looks away when he finished the shot.

“So, short peach.” Haechan starts speaking catching the girl’s unwanted attention, she stares at him with a blank apathetic expression. He smirks sheepishly. “You still need to tell me how you know Areum and Jeno.”

“My name isn’t short peach.” Ryujin shortly said. Haechan whistles, “then tell me your name, darling.”

“My name isn’t darling either.”

“Then tell me your name for god sake.” Haechan half shouts annoyed. Ryujin sighs. “My name isn’t god sake as well.”

He sinks into the seat at the endless dodge the questions game. Ryujin looks at Haechan staring at his beautiful soft mix with strong structure. He had a chiselled jaw and chin, a round button nose and soft dark moles all over his skin. She looks away, but mentally she had to admit he was attractive.

But annoying, absolute nut case and a stalker that’s for sure. Ryujin huffs. “How did you find me?”

“A stalker doesn’t reveal his secrets, short peach.” Haechan replies with a flirty tone winking. “Unless you tell me your name then I’ll tell you how i found you.”

Ryujin’s eyes manoeuvre towards the daring man who has stalked series of times, she tilts her head grabbing the green bottle from his hand softly, he lightly pulls on it not giving it back to her. She tugs on the glass bottle but not bothering, he was keeping a tight avoidable grip on it. He smirks ear to ear, daring fox-like eyes staring right at her brown mysterious colour.

She lets out a chuckle of disbelief. She has to give him A + for the persistence effort, he is indeed knowledge hungry like a stray rabid dog ready to gnaw and chew off more than he can handle.

“I must hand it to you.” Ryujin says. “You’re a pain in my ass, that’s for sure.” She lets go off the bottle sighing.

Haechan raising an eyebrow. “Oh honey, get ready for a lot more pain then. I barely just started.”

She clicks her tongue annoyed. “Be quiet, give me the soju bottle.” He whispers. “I’ll pour you some.” Haechan sways the bottle lid on the girl’s shot glass.

Ryujin glared at him as she one hand drank the shot in a go, slamming the glass on the desk counter. Haechan whistles watching bet and she twitches, looking at the time.

It was almost time to go. The man looks over at the clock when noticing the young girl was being cautious of time, he hums. “Short peach, do you have somewhere to be?”

“None of your business.” She gawks out. Haechan hums alarmed. “Is it your boyfriend?”

Ryujin eyes haechan with a smirk. “Why, jealous?” The boy grins leaning in closer with his hand pulling Ryujin’s chin up by the thumb. “There’s no need to be jealous when i can fight him off.”

The girl’s lips hitch as her chin rugs him off aggressively, the girl stands up pulling the leather jacket back on properly.

“Well, good luck. My boyfriend hurts people.” Ryujin mentions walking away from the table and out the bar. Haechan murmurs. “Well i kill people.” He was quick to follow out the bar but the girl drove off with the fast motorbike once again, leaving him stranded.

He still didn’t get her name. This might be harder than he estimated.

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The steam of black smoke coming out the engine has lead Ryujin to a mansion. The woman parks outside where she then led herself inside off the motorcycle.

Inside the building she was met with multiple servant and a solider in command upstairs. She then met the man in front sitting with relaxed manner.

“Ah! Ryujin I was beginning to think someone killed you.” He laughs a bit and Ryujin huffs. “Something like that I experienced.”

Mentally, if anything. Ryujin thought back to haechan’s skills to annoy and aggravate her on purpose. The man chuckles. “Well glad you survived. Did you go to that wedding like I said?”

She gives a small nod. He then turns around to the window smirking. “Did you take a look at them?”

“Yes sir.” Ryujin responds. “Should we continue to the next plan?”

“Not yet, soon though. Who was the guy that followed you out of the wedding?”

The blonde girl sits still shrugging. She hasn’t bothered getting his name, but she wonders why was her boss suddenly interested. “I have no idea sir but he’s been following and tracking me. Want me to kill him?”

“No, don’t bother. Keep him close and make friends with him. Use him for information, he seems valuable.”

Ryujin nods looking down at her hands. Guess she will have to tolerate Haechan just a little more.

His Karma masterlist.

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@onyourhyuck please reblog, follow me for more if you enjoy this series it helps a lot <3

😭 haechan and Ryujin’s dynamic is so fun to write about. He’s so sassy man 💅also been a while since I wrote Areum and Jeno smut <3 we finally have dominating mommy areum!

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forcebookish · 5 hours ago

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how fun! thank you for the tag 🥰🥰 i will definitely be looking up all these songs 👀 (i already love a lot of them)

Rules: shuffle your On Repeat playlist and post the first ten tracks, then tag ten people.

Over In No Time by Babygirl

Haunt // Bed by The 1975

I Am Not A Robot (Clock Opera Remix) by MARINA

Tell Me (Clock Opera Remix) by Au Revoir Simone

Pineapple Slice by BAEKHYUN

Wish It Was You - Nils Hoffman Remix by Audien, Cate Downey, Nils Hoffmann

Open Hands by Ingrid Michaelson

why did you invite me to your wedding by Kevin Atwater

About You by The 1975

Downtown by Majical Cloudz

tagging: @i-used-to-be-a-spy @kexing @takeanumbrella @athousandbyeol @cryptidcrysis

@bookishforce @bytheforcebook @treasurebook @baekslight @monwillica

Music Tag Game

Tagged by @yallwildinrn! tankuuu <3 *tackle hugs you*

Rules: shuffle your repeat playlist and post the first ten tracks, then tag ten people

1. DREAM PLACE by EasyPop

2. Saturday Sun — Vance Joy

3. Hold On — All Good Things, Lacey Sturm

4. Tell Your World — livetune, Hatsune Miku

5. Gunjo Sanka — Eve, Hatsune Miku

6. Thank You — Blacklite District

7. Strawberry Blond — Mitski

8. Ready Steady — Giga, Hatsune Miku, Kagamine Rin, Kagamine Len

9. Don't Look Down — Martin Garrix, USHER

10. Doctor=Funk Beat — nyanyannya

i will say, i feel a little embarrassed 😅 a friend got me onto Hatsune Miku: Colorful Stage (Project SEKAI for those not in the US), and I've had the songs stuck in my head for WEEKS. half this list is from my shiny new vocaloid playlist trying to scratch the itch, lol.

That being said, I'm not surprised Hold On made it onto this list; i had it on repeat several weeks ago, but to say i played it fifteen times in a row would be an understatement. seriously, AMAZING song, go check it out.

Tags: @justamintypeanut @uncomfortablefingerguns @wafflerageface @leaferz @bluebellwren @fairytale-lights @hat-without-a-cat @frick-yes-dragons @leieryx @jay-in-the-notebook and anyone else who wants to join in! tag me and lemme see what you listen to! (and please dont judge me for mine, lol!)

#tag game #retiredficwriter #spotify

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kissmedyosblog · 7 years ago

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Chansoo moodboards after reading those two fiction

1 ) No Cigarettes Bites , Writers au

Chanyeol had lost so much in the post-apocalypse- his friends, his career, himself. When Do Kyungsoo came along, he expected nothing, but instead Kyungsoo gave him everything.

2) luscinia , spy au

Kyungsoo recruits Chanyeol, a hacker – to join Exodus, an elite sub-unit of the South Korean Intelligence Service– and become a spy. Little did they know that their real enemies are not the North Koreans, or the Russians – but a mole within Exodus itself. Now, they have to work together to uncover the traitor, while learning to trust each other along the way.

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bleuxberri · 3 years ago

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𝐞𝐱𝐨 𝐚𝐮.

「...mafia mob」

— a/n: this is only for entertainment purposes, do not come for me for writing this

navigaion.

aus.

ᴋɪᴍ ᴊᴜɴᴍʏᴇᴏɴ – ꜱᴜʜᴏ;

hometown: seoul, south korea

birthday: 1992.11.27

age: 25

role: korean gang leader, assassin

code name: suho

code number: 001

quote: “im going to be the deadliest piece in the board”

leader: the person who leads or commands a group, organization, or country.

assassin: a murderer of an important person in a surprise attack for political or religious reasons.

criminal record:

gang activity

gang violence

grand theft

accessory to murder

accessory to torture

accessory to hacking (government)

accessory to arson

blackmail

ᴋɪᴍ ᴍɪɴꜱᴇᴏᴋ – xɪᴜᴍɪɴ;

hometown: guri, gyeonggi province, south korea

birthday: 1990.03.26

age: 30

role: the eyes. spy, assassin

code name: xiumin

code number: 002

quote: “you couldnt kill me even if you tried for a hundred years”

the eyes: look at or watch closely or with interest.

spy: a person who secretly collects and reports information on the activities, movements, and plans of an enemy or competitor.

assassin: a murderer of an important person in a surprise attack for political or religious reasons.

criminal record:

gang activity

gang violence

1st & 2nd-degree murder

attempted murder

trespassing

grand theft

accessory to murder

accessory to grand theft

ᴢʜᴀɴɢ ʏɪxɪɴɢ – ʟᴀʏ;

hometown: changsha, hunan, china

birthday: 1991.10.07

age: 28

role: seducer, distraction, assassin

code name: lay

code number: 005

quote: “you cant protect everyone”

seducer: a person who entices someone into sexual activity.

distraction: a thing that prevents someone from giving full attention to something else.

assassin: a murderer of an important person in a surprise attack for political or religious reasons.

criminal record:

gang activity

gang violence

accessory to murder

accessory to assault

grand theft

left crime scene

ʙʏᴜɴ ʙᴀᴇᴋʜʏᴜɴ;

hometown: bucheon, gyeonggi province, south korea

birthday: 1992.05.06

age: 26

role: lure, seducer, assassin

code name: baekhyun

code number: 006

quote: “seduce and destroy”

lure: tempt to do something or to go somewhere, especially by offering some form of reward.

seducer: a person who entices someone into sexual activity.

assassin: a murderer of an important person in a surprise attack for political or religious reasons.

criminal record:

gang activity

gang violence

grand theft

accessory to murder

accessory to assault

left crime scene

blackmail

theft

ᴋɪᴍ ᴊᴏɴɢᴅᴀᴇ – ᴄʜᴇɴ;

hometown: gyeonggi province, south korea

birthday: 1992.09.21

age: 27

role: spy, hitman, arsonist

code name: chen

code number: 007

quote: “the made you into a weapon and told you to find peace”

spy: a person who secretly collects and reports information on the activities, movements, and plans of an enemy or competitor.

hitman: a person who is paid to kill someone, especially for a criminal or political organization.

arsonist: the criminal act of deliberately setting fire to property.

criminal record:

gang activity

gang violence

trespassing

hacking into government systems

overriding government systems

1st & 2nd-degree murder

accessory to murder

attempted murder

left crime scene

ᴘᴀʀᴋ ᴄʜᴀɴʏᴇᴏʟ;

hometown: seoul, south korea

birthday: 1992.11.27

age: 25

role: arsonist, distraction, assassin

code name: chanyeol

code number: 008

quote: “whatever i create is chaos”

arsonist: the criminal act of deliberately setting fire to property.

distraction: a thing that prevents someone from giving full attention to something else.

assassin: a murderer of an important person in a surprise attack for political or religious reasons.

criminal record:

gang activity

gang violence

grand theft auto

arson

1st & 2nd-degree murder

left crime scene

accessory to murder

ᴅᴏ ᴋʏᴜɴɢꜱᴏᴏ – ᴅ.ᴏ;

hometown: goyang, gyeonggi province, south korea

birthday: 1993.01.12

age: 25

role: sniper, assassin

code name: d.o

code number: 009

quote: “im everything you cant control”

hacker: a person who secretly collects and reports information on the activities, movements, and plans of an enemy or competitor.

assassin: a murderer of an important person in a surprise attack for political or religious reasons.

criminal record:

gang activity

gang violence

1st & 2nd-degree murder

attempted murder

aggravated assault

left crime scene

torture

ᴋɪᴍ ᴊᴏɴɢɪɴ – ᴋᴀɪ;

hometown: seoul, south korea

birthday: 1994.01.14

age: 24

role: spy, assassin

code name: kai

code number: 010

quote: “i’ve been dancing with the devil”

spy: a person who secretly collects and reports information on the activities, movements, and plans of an enemy or competitor.

assassin: a murderer of an important person in a surprise attack for political or religious reasons.

criminal record:

gang activity

gang violence

trespassing (government property)

left crime scene

1st & 2nd-degree murder

attempted murder

accessory to murder

aggravated assault

ᴏʜ ꜱᴇʜᴜɴ;

hometown: seoul, south korea

birthday: 1994.03.12

age: 24

role: spy, sniper

code name: sehun

code number: 011

quote: “clever as the devil and twice as pretty”

spy: a person who secretly collects and reports information on the activities, movements, and plans of an enemy or competitor.

sniper: a person who shoots from a hiding place, especially accurately and at long range.

criminal record:

gang violence

gang activities

hacking (surveillance cameras, government systems)

trespassing

1st 2nd & 3rd-degree murder

aggravated assault

accessory to murder

left crime scene

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ack3rlady · 3 years ago

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The Universe Had His Back - Chapter 4

Worlds Collide

Summary: Reader and Levi finally meet but in an unexpected way.

Chapters: Three | Four | Five

Master List

Warnings: Fem! Reader, Angst, Fluff, Modern AU, Reference to Anxiety, slight swearing.

Word Count: ~ 2.1k

Inspiration: Every Second - Baekhyun

TW: The chapter contains descriptions of an anxiety/panic attack. I'm sure everyone has different experiences, but this one in particular is based on how my lovely boyfriend helps me navigate the ones I get. :)

Tags: @sooibian, @queenofcurse; Anyone else who'd like to be tagged, please let me know!

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Levi’s POV

Levi felt like a fish out of water. The bright lights, attendants too chirpy for his liking, multiple strangers running their grubby hands over the same clothes were all making him nauseous. He wanted to turn around and flee at the very moment entered the store.

He remembered being here before, when he was with you at this exact place buying a tuxedo for your own wedding five years ago. You had forced him try on way too many of them, finding faults in each one and leaving him riled up. Many hours later when he finally walked out of the trial room wearing the perfect black suit, he was greeted by a teary eyed you. Honestly, he couldn’t tell the difference between the one currently on him, and the various others he had worn right before. But he couldn’t complain upon seeing the glee on your face.

Flashback: Five years ago

“I’m really not liking this shitty bridezilla side of you.”, Levi protested as you pushed him towards the changing rooms with the nine tuxedos you wished for him to try on – nine more than the number he was comfortable with.

“Can we just pick one and be on our way? No one is going to give a shit about what I look like when you’ll be standing beside me in all your glory.”

“Stop trying to butter me up. We're not leaving till we have the perfect tux. So, stop whining and put these on.”, you declared.

He yelped when you shoved him into a stall. ‘God, this man is infuriating sometimes!’ You smiled to yourself, listening to the constant muttering coming from inside. It was so adorable to imagine his knitted brows, scrunched up nose and his pouty lips while he complained incessantly. How you loved to annoy him! And why wouldn’t you? He looked terribly cute when he was pissed.

A few minutes passed and he emerged wearing one of the ensembles you chose.

“As much as that scowl paired up with the suit makes you look like a sexy spy, something isn't right. Can you please try the next one?”, you bat your lashes at him.

He shook his head at the melodrama and turned on his heel with a loud sigh. The next one wasn’t right either. Neither were the many others he wore after that. Oh, he was so livid! He threatened to leave every few minutes, but one pleading look from you would melt him, and he’d return to try on the next outfit. You knew that your puppy eyes made him completely malleable. And he knew that you knew.

Finally, he dressed into the last piece you chose. Your eyes went wide when they fell on him. He looked celestial! The contrast of the velvety black suit against his porcelain skin, his grey eyes sparkling against the dark fabric, his chiseled body being accentuated by its impeccable fit – you were about to marry perfection. With glistened eyes, you engulfed him into a sudden embrace that made him tense up because of the many heads that turned towards you.

“Oh, just stop overthinking it and hug me back! Levi, you look perfect. I can’t believe I get to marry you!”, you squealed as you squeezed him tighter.

“Don’t think you’re getting away with putting me through this. Might as well call Zacharius and tell him you’re missing work tomorrow.”, he said as he finally wrapped his arms around you.

“Why?”

He leaned in slowly and breathed into your ear causing goosebumps to sprout all over your body -“Because you’re not going to be able to get any work done after I’m finished getting my payback.”

Present day

Levi didn’t realize how long he had been day dreaming for, following Furlan around the store until a handful of suits were shoved in his face.

“Try these on, will you?”, he requested.

“Tch! Let's just pick one and get the fuck out of this shithole. I’m not wearing these filthy clothes.” Levi comically flinched thinking about the amount of germs that just made their way on to his body by this uninvited contact, earning Furlan a quick smack on his shoulder.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake! Stop being dramatic and try them on!”, he pushed him towards the trial room giving him no opportunity to respond.

Levi entered one of the stalls with hopes to end this misery as soon as possible while Furlan waited outside. He emerged in a few minutes wearing the first one, a jet-black suit. Furlan rejected it saying it was too similar to what he was planning to wear himself. Then he wore the second one, a deep navy-blue. Furlan shot that one down too. Levi was starting to get worked up, complaining relentlessly under his breath, plotting the murder of his younger brother . When he put on the next set, a sharp charcoal grey three-piece, he decided it was the one he liked the least. He got out of the stall ready to rebuff this one himself before Furlan could.

“What the fuck were you even thinking while choosing this shitty -” He was interrupted by a loud gasp behind and turned to look at the source.

His breath hitched when that peachy fragrance that he had adored for years hit him like a truck. There you stood, just a few feet from him; your face ridden with shock. You were wearing a gorgeous floor length emerald gown that hugged your body at all the right places, your wavy hair cascading down your shoulders.

Levi’s heart began pounding against his chest at the stunning sight before him. He wondered if you could hear it from where you were. Your eyes were blown to twice their size, cheeks flushed, breath shaky. You looked like a deer in headlights. He opened his mouth to say something when...

You bolted.

He turned to Furlan in bewilderment as if to confirm if this had all really just happened or if it was his mind playing games.

“Are you going to just stare at me, or go after her?”

Before the future groom could even finish his sentence, Levi took off.

Reader’s POV

After finding Suki by the store entrance, she and you headed back to the couch you were seated earlier. You started browsing through the dresses again, only to find her constantly checking her phone.

“Will you please just choose something so we can both leave soon? What is wrong with you today?”, You were starting to get annoyed at her sudden withdrawn behavior.

She quickly apologized and grabbed a couple of gowns for you to try on before dragging you towards the trial rooms. You could hear muffled mumbling coming from the neighboring stall while you were changing into the gown Suki chose for you but you didn’t give it much thought. You were pleased with how the gown looked on you wondering when you last felt this attractive. Upon walking outside the stall to compliment her on her choice, you were greeted by her and Furlan chatting in the waiting area. Surprised, you were about to say hello just before someone emerged from the stall beside yours.

Levi? You let out an involuntary gasp causing him to turn to you. Grey eyes met yours. Did he just gasp too? The perpetual scowl on his face vanished and was replaced by raised brows, wide eyes and a mouth slightly agape. He looked like he was about to say something.

It felt like you lost control over your body. You were suddenly in motion, rushing towards the nearest escape you could find; Suki trailing behind. Right as you reached the store’s exit, a hand harshly grabbed your shoulder.

“You can’t leave in that dress! We’ll get in trouble for shoplifting!”, Suki panted, finally catching up with you.

She was right. But you were incapable of thinking straight at the moment. So, when you spotted a restroom, you barged inside pulling her in with you and locking the door shut.

It felt like the air was devoid of oxygen. Your breathing began to get laborious. Seconds later you were sitting on the toilet with its lid down, gasping for breath. Your right hand failed to find the comfort of your absent wedding band, that was back in the drawer of your nightstand, by blindly clutching your left ring finger.

“Are you okay? What is happening to you?”, a terrified Suki looked like she was about to cry.

“Panic...attack...”, you managed to blurt out between breaths.

She paced around the room not knowing how to help you. You were starting to feel dizzy; tears running down your face, sweat building up on your forehead, the lack of air starting to get to your brain. There was a soft knock on the door.

“Oi! Suki, let me in.”, Levi demanded from the other side.

You begged hey with your eyes not to open the door, but she did it anyway. He walked in and silently motioned her to wait outside, locking the door behind him when she left. He took out a handkerchief from his pocket, rolled it, and ran it under cold tap water keeping his eyes on you the whole time. He quickly moved to kneel in front of you, as you sat wheezing. Bringing the cold cloth to your face and pressing it against your forehead and neck, he held one of your hands with his free one.

“It's okay. I’m here.”, his soothing voice was already starting to calm you down. But you were in no mood to let him bask in the satisfaction of still having that effect on you.

“You being here... has caused this.”, you glowered while choking on practically nothing.

“Still the same old brat!”, he smirked.

Before your pathetic mess could puff out another ridiculous remark Levi angled your face towards his by cupping your cheeks with both his hands.

“I’m kneeling on this fucking filthy floor for you. So, just shut your mouth, focus on me and let me regulate your breathing.” You accepted defeat and nodded.

“Inhale.

Exhale.”

You did as he said, taking slow and deep breaths of air as he guided you. A few minutes later, your breathing was almost back to normal.

“I thought I showed you how to deal with these episodes. Did you forget?”

“I didn’t think I’d ever have to deal with one without you.”

Well, you didn’t.

His hands were still around your face, thumbs gently stroking your cheeks as you tightly gripped the fabric of his blazer with your fists and looked into his eyes. It was like time had frozen and the whole world had come to a halt.

Suddenly, reality struck. You were seeing Levi for the first time since your divorce. Your eyes welled up and you couldn’t prevent the tears from escaping. His sinuses were stinging too. Before you could snap out of it, his hands on your face snaked around you and pulled you into an embrace, one hand caressing your hair, and the other steady around your back. You felt overwhelmed, almost wanting to push him away.

“Just stop overthinking it and hug me back.”, he mirrored your words from five years ago.

And he didn’t need to ask twice. You held onto him for dear life as while sobbing on to his shoulder.

“I miss you.”, your voice quivered.

“I miss you too.”

“Really?”

“You have no idea.”

Time passed as you silently sat there taking in the precious moments. You were paying attention to all his features one by one, as if trying to memorize them. His smooth black hair, bright grey eyes; did they always have a tinge of blue in them? His sharp nose, delicate lips, strong shoulders... wait, what is that?

“Fuck! Levi, I ruined your suit!” It was stained with your tears.

“That’s fine I was going to toss it anyway”, he replied, with a wave his hand.

“What? Why? It looks wonderful on you! The blue really brings out your eyes.”, You were sure you sounded like a shy school girl.

“Oh. You think so? Um... Th-Thanks.”, he tried to hide his blush behind a fake cough, causing you to chuckle. He still stuttered awkwardly every time you complimented him, even after all these years.

Levi turned to you again, in all your huffing and puffing glory following your episode - eyes swollen, nose clogged, face probably redder than a tomato.

“We need to talk.”

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Chapters: Three | Four | Five

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bbhkjiexofics · 3 years ago

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FORGIVENESS IS NOT A GAME - CHAPTER 4

Author: bbhkjiexofics Genre: romance, fluff, angst, slice of life, smut (later chapters), slow burn Au: Idol!Au Warnings: signs of PTSD, domestic abuse, alcohol abuse, strong language, violence, sexual content Pairing: Jongin x Reader (feat. EXO members) Word count: 8.1k

A/N: Hope you enjoy this round of updates! There will be another 3 chapters in total. Let me know if you have any comments/feedback with regards to the writing. I’m always open to constructive criticism. :)

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CHAPTER 4

The boys are getting ready to go to the fair and you’re also about to be done getting dressed. You settle on a white camisole, a light blue cardigan, jeans, and your white sneakers. Since wearing shorts isn’t really much of an option for you despite it being summer, you decided that jeans would be a safe bet for all the rides the boys wanted to go on and at least it still hides the scar on your ankle. Wouldn’t want any questions on that just yet.

You get a text message from Uncle Jae saying that he’s outside, ready to drop off the van so you go down to get the keys from him.

“I’m sure you’re not used to driving this big thing so maybe one of the boys can drive it instead.” He says as he handed you the keys to the van.

“Yeah, no problem, I’m sure one of them will be able to drive it since they’re the ones that wanted to go anyways.” You couldn’t help but still feel a little anxious and Uncle Jae didn’t miss the slight eye roll you gave.

“Remember what we talked about, okay?” He sighs.

You look up at him and give him a hug, “Yeah. I’ll go and have fun.”

“Good girl. I’ll just fix some things at the stables and send you guys off as well.”

After a few minutes, all the boys started going downstairs, all dressed and ready for the fair. You couldn’t help but smile at their excited faces, like a bunch of school boys getting ready for a field trip.

They all greet Uncle Jae and everyone gathers outside, Junmyeon assigning who gets to ride with you in your car and those who get to ride in the van. Chanyeol happily volunteered to drive the van.

“Okay, I think Baekhyun, Sehun, Jongin, and Jongdae can ride with Y/n. The rest of us will convoy you to the fair.” Junmyeon announces and everyone quickly gets in their assigned vehicles.

You sit down at the driver’s seat, Jongin beside you, and the three other guys at the backseat.

“Woohoo! I’ve been craving for churros ever since I saw that fair!” Baekhyun shouts as he buckles in his seatbelt.

“It would be funny if we get there and there were actually no churros.” Sehun teases.

“How can there be no churros at a fair?” Baekhyun questions the youngest then looks at you with wide eyes from the rearview mirror, “There will be churros, right?”

You giggle, “I don’t know, Baek. Guess we’ll have to find out.”

You pull out of the driveway with the van with all the other members following you. Jongin turns on the radio and as he scans through the stations he asks, “What should we play?”

“Let’s play a game instead!” Sehun chimes.

“Ooooo, a game sounds fun! Y/n, how long will it take for us to get to the fair?” Jongdae taps your shoulder as he asks.

You check the GPS displayed on your car’s monitor, “Hmm says here it’ll take around 20 minutes.”

“Perfect! What game should we play then?” Jongdae addresses everyone in the car as Jongin goes to shut off the radio.

“How about ‘I Spy’?” Jongin suggests.

Everyone agrees and he looks at you to see if you’re up for it, you look away from the road to turn to him and nod.

“Okay, me first!” Baekhyun peers through the window, trying to spot whatever he can for the game.

“I spy with my little eye, something green!” He yells excitedly.

You snort because the only green thing around you are trees, “A tree.”

“Come on, hyung, I thought you’re good at games.” Sehun rolls his eyes at Baekhyun.

“There’s nothing here but trees, asswipe!” Baekhyun shoves Sehun and Jongdae laughs at their exchange.

“Let me try.” Sehun chirps as Baekhyun stops shoving him.

“I spy…” Sehun trails off and around a minute has passed and he still just repeats saying ‘I spy’.

“Any year now, Sehun.” Baekhyun huffs.

“There’s nothing here okay!!!”

“That’s what I fucking said!!” Baekhyun shouts at Sehun and they start play fighting again.

“Oh my God, you two are like children.” Jongin exclaims as he rolls his eyes, “Sorry about them.” He directs his attention to you.

“That’s fine, it’s entertaining.” You laugh and through your peripheral, you can see him flash you his beautiful smile.

“Let me try.” Jongin says, his gaze still not leaving you.

“I spy with my little eye, something blue.” Jongin looks straight ahead as the other members peer through the car windows trying to find something blue. You also try and see ahead if there’s anything blue.

“Uhh, the sky?” Jongdae answers.

Jongin looks at Jongdae, a cheeky smile on his face, “Nope.”

“There’s nothing blue anywhere, Jongin!” Sehun says.

“You guys want another hint?” He suggests and everyone agrees.

“I spy with my little eye,” you try and look around but still can’t find anything blue as you wait for his next clue, Jongin quickly glances at you then looks straight ahead again, he sighs and clears his throat, “something beautiful.”

“Blue and beautiful, blue and beautiful…” Baekhyun mumbles repeatedly, still trying to decipher what it could possibly be.

“I still think it’s the sky.” Jongdae says.

“These are so generic, Jongin!” Sehun complains.

Jongin rolls his eyes, “Are you all really that blind?” he looks at the three at the back with an annoyed expression.

“There is nothing blue or beautiful on the road!” Baekhyun tells Jongin, exasperation now coating his voice.

Jongin steals another quick glance at you before looking ahead again, “Does it have to be on the road?”

You’re trying to focus on driving so you can’t look anywhere in the car for anything blue and beautiful, “I give up! I can’t drive and look at the same time!” You pout.

And it’s like a lightbulb flashed above Jongdae’s head as you see his eyes widen at the rearview mirror, “Ahhhh!! I know, I know!!”

“What!? What is it!!” You, Baekhyun, and Sehun shout, Jongin now with a small smile on his face as he looks outside the passenger window.

And with a smug expression, Jongdae says, “It’s Y/n.”

You, Sehun, and Baekhyun gasp and you quickly look down at what you’re wearing – a blue cardigan.

Me?

You feel your cheeks heat up and look towards Jongin, he’s still looking out the passenger window but you can see the back of his neck is starting to go red. He doesn’t confirm if Jongdae’s answer is right.

“I’m right, aren’t I!?” Jongdae hits Jongin’s shoulder to make him look at him, Jongin refusing to budge as his gaze remains outside the passenger window.

“Oh my God! He’s right!” Baek yells and he and Sehun start exchanging small, excited high fives.

You bite the inside of your cheek to refrain from smiling so widely, trying not to seem affected.

You clear your throat and look towards Jongin, “Is that true?”

He meets your eyes and smiles before he looks away, “Maybe.”

“Jongin! I didn’t know you had it in you!” Baekhyun moves forward from the back seat, his head hovering above the center console of the car in between you and Jongin.

“Shut up, hyung!” Jongin quickly shoves Baekhyun’s face to make him go back to his seat.

“Oh this is gonna be fun.” Sehun snickers and the boys in the backseat exchange knowing looks.

You clear your throat trying to change the topic, “Uh, so Jongdae, how’s your girlfriend? Have you been able to contact her during this vacation yet?”

Jongdae happily looks at you, knowing that any excuse to talk about his girlfriend is an opportunity he clearly won’t miss.

Okay, good job, Y/n. Crisis averted.

As Jongdae tells you guys about how much he misses his girlfriend, you can’t help but sneak glances towards Jongin even though he’s still looking outside the passenger window. Baekhyun and Sehun notice just how much you’ve been looking at Jongin and they both giggle, making Jongdae stop talking and you look at them questioningly through the rearview mirror.

A red stoplight gives you an opportunity to look at the two giggling weirdos in the back, “What?” You ask them.

“Nothing.” They say in unison and you raise a suspicious eyebrow at them.

When you go back to look at the front to get ready for the green light, Jongin is now looking at you and your faces are just mere inches from each other. The car becomes completely silent and all you can hear is your heart beating.

Jongin stares at you and it looks like he’s studying your face, trying to remember every part, fearing that if he looks away, you might disappear.

The van with the rest of the boys behind you honks and it quickly sets you out of your trance, “Sorry,” you whisper and see that the light has turned green, you quickly focus your attention back on the road and not at Jongin who is still in the same spot, still looking at you, not caring if the three boys at the back are looking at his actions as well.

“If you keep doing that, she might just melt.” Jongdae tells Jongin smugly and he snaps out of his trance as well, clearing his throat and stretching his neck to try and hide his embarrassment.

You heard what Jongdae said though, and he might be right. You could melt right then and there.

What the hell is happening? How am I supposed to survive the next few weeks with him staring at me like that?

You finally pull up at the fair, finding a nice parking space as Uncle Jae and Junmyeon were right, there were barely any people around. Chanyeol parks the van right beside your car and everyone starts exiting the vehicles.

You make your way to the ticket booth, getting passes for everyone quickly, still anxious that someone will spot the 9 handsome men trying to look as casual as possible, with their baseball caps and masks.

Subtle.

Once you get the passes, you hand them over to each member, smiles widening as they see that the passes say ‘Unlimited Access’, meaning everyone has free range to all rides and games in the fair.

“You paid for these?” Junmyeon looks up at you after he’s observed his pass.

“No, but thank your manager for that.” You give him a warm smile and everyone starts moving further in the fair, eyes wide with excitement as they spot the biggest rollercoaster.

“Let’s ride that one first!!” Chanyeol excitedly points to the rollercoaster and you quickly agree with Chanyeol, surprising yourself that you were now actually excited and giddy to be outside and enjoying.

“I- Can’t we- How about that one instead?” Baekhyun stutters as he points to the carousel.

You roll your eyes, “I knew you were scared.” You give him a smirk and he scoffs, “I’m not scared!” he defensively crosses his arms in front of his chest, “I just think that we should maybe try out the smaller rides before we do the bigger ones.” He quickly looks away from you.

“How about those who want to ride the rollercoaster, go with Chanyeol and those who don’t, go with Baekhyun?” Junmyeon suggests.

Baekhyun lets out a sigh of relief as Sehun, Yixing, and Junmyeon join his side while the rest go with Chanyeol.

“Okay, so let’s meet back here after!” Junmyeon shouts over to your group as they make their way to the carousel.

Jongin walks beside you as you go towards the rollercoaster, you feel a sudden bundle of nerves the closer you approach the ride, watching it grow bigger in size the closer you get.

“You okay?” his hand subtly grazes yours and it makes you divert your gaze to him instead of the intimidating ride.

He intertwines your hands and fingers together and you try to ignore the electric shock from Jongin’s touch, “Y-yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” You try not to stutter but you’re sure Jongin heard the uneasiness in your voice.

He gives you a warm smile and chuckles softly, “Your eyes look like they’re gonna pop out at any moment.”

You laugh nervously at his observation, tearing your gaze away from him and look at your feet instead, trying to rid yourself of the anxiousness you were feeling building up in your stomach.

He stops walking, making you stop as well as Jongin takes your chin between his thumb and index finger, making you look at him. You gasp at the touch but you don’t pull away, ignoring the heat that has for sure overtaken your cheeks and the goosebumps forming along your arms from his touch.

He looks at you with worry, trying to find any sign from your face that tells him that he should pull away and when he locks his eyes with yours, you felt your breath hitch, Jongin seemingly also forgetting to breathe as he just basks in your beauty up close, your flawless face, dazzling eyes, and pouty lips that he’s been thinking about ever since he first laid his eyes on you.

Both of you seeming to be in your own world up until you hear someone clear their throat, “Are you guys coming or what?” Minseok raises his eyebrow as he looks at both your embarrassed faces, quickly stepping away from each other and hands untwining at the sudden realization that you just went to your own world. Again.

“Y-yeah!” You flash Minseok a sheepish smile, trying to hide your embarrassment and beet-red face.

Before you could follow the eldest towards the rollercoaster, Jongin gently grabs your wrist, “You sure you’ll be okay? We can always just go do something else if you’re feeling too anxious to ride this.”

You look at his face, concern written all over it but at the same time, you can’t help to want to have Jongin all to yourself. And even though you think you’ll be able to ride the rollercoaster anyways, the idea of walking around the fair with such a beautiful man by your side has secretly been a dream of yours, as simple and as cheesy as it sounds, you want to experience it the way they depict it in the movies. You want to genuinely laugh, smile, and feel giddy with someone after so long and you can’t think of anyone better to do it with than Jongin.

And Jongin is secretly wishing to get you alone too. He just wants to talk to you and get to know you more. He wants to understand why this beautiful human being chooses to hide herself away from the world. You’re a mystery to him and he has his mind set on solving that mystery. He doesn’t know why he’s so drawn to you but he’s willing to do anything to find out.

“But don’t you want to ride the rollercoaster with them?”

He still hasn’t let go of your wrist and you don’t want him to, if it were up to you, you just wanted him to whisk you away.

Oh God. This crush is getting out of hand.

“To be honest, I’d rather spend some time with you.” Jongin really mustered up the courage to say and admit that but his desire to get to know you was growing each minute and he can’t help it anymore, being direct is his only option now.

Your eyes widen, shock evident on your face as you try and repeat the words he just said in your head, making sure you weren’t hallucinating.

Jongin notes your shocked expression and he becomes uneasy, getting worried that he made you feel uncomfortable with his words, “I-I mean if you’re okay with that. I’m kind of anxious to ride it anyways..” He tried to retract his words, hoping that you don’t dash away from him.

You open your mouth only to close it again, still shocked but you manage to nod your head at him, offering him a smile.

Is this really happening!?

Jongin flashes you a big grin in return, showing his shiny pearly teeth. “Hyung!” He lets go of your wrist so he could shout at the eldest member, now a few meters ahead of you both.

“Y/n and I will just walk around, we’re not really up for the ride!”

Minseok looks at you both knowingly before flashing you a smile, “Alright! Just keep both your phones on! And not on silent, Jongin! I mean it!” Minseok shouts at Jongin in return, a warning tone that quickly changes to a teasing one, “Have fun!”

The boys have ultimately decided to stay a bit longer than intended and it’s been two hours since you left the boys to roam around with Jongin around the fair. Everyone seems to be doing fine and enjoying themselves and you’re surprisingly having such an amazing time as well, thankful that the boys haven’t called any of you to keep tabs and leaving you guys be.

You’ve been walking around the fair with Jongin, talking about everything and anything. You found it so easy to open up to him, to let him into your bubble that you’ve tried so hard to hide yourself in. But you didn’t mind having him in your bubble. It felt nice that someone was willing to listen to you talk and blab about the most random things.

You haven’t allowed yourself to get close with someone like this in so long. You feared the worst in people and for good reason. You’ve been hurt and betrayed so many times that you felt it was only necessary to keep yourself locked in your own little world than let people hurt you again and again.

It wasn’t worth it.

But being here with him, even in just this short amount of time, you felt so free, light, happy.

You started by walking around the fair, checking out any rides or games that you both wanted to try and when you saw the bump cars, your eyes lit up.

“You wanna try that?” Jongin spots your eyes and the little glint in them and oh how he wanted your eyes to have that sparkle all the time.

You nodded your head right away and both of you quickly made your way to the bump cars and you kept laughing as you chased Jongin around in your car, trying to bump him as many times as you could.

He laughed a lot too and he doesn’t remember the last time he laughed this hard. The way your hair messily flew around as you hit him, how you would laugh when he’d curse due to the impact, how your smile reached your eyes and how you looked so beautiful when you were happy.

He wanted to remember it all, at the sight of you blissful and the pride that overtook him when he knew that he helped put that smile on your face.

When you finished riding the bump cars, you walked around the part of the fair that was surrounded by game booths, Jongin pulled you towards the stand with the water guns.

“Whoever loses buys the winner a churro. Deal?” He turns to you, eyebrow raised teasingly with a cocky grin.

“Oh, you’re so on!” You replied smugly, grabbing the water gun and taking aim.

The person manning the booth gives you both the signal to begin and the competition was on.

Jongin hit 2 targets already, meaning he only had 1 left before he wins. You on the other hand have only hit 1.

A frustrated groan leaves your lips and Jongin looks over at you, eyebrows furrowed, one eye closed and the other focusing on your aim, your shoulders were tensed, and you had your bottom lip in between your teeth.

He really wanted to kiss those lips but he quickly snapped out of it when he heard the buzzer, indicating that you won.

“HA! I win! You owe me some churros” You lowered the gun and jumped up and down, grinning widely at a dumbfounded Kim Jongin.

He rolls his eyes playfully, “Yeah, yeah. Fine, churros on me.”

You were doing a little silly dance now, too happy not just about winning but just happy in general. Jongin just observes you as you continue dancing, a wide smile spread across his face at seeing you so happy.

He chuckles when you wiggle your bum cutely, “Cute”, he sighs and you don’t quite hear it from your happy squeals.

“Congratulations, miss! Here’s your prize.” The person in charge of the booth hands you a white polar bear plushie.

You look at Jongin with wide excited eyes as you grab the bear and hug it to your chest. Jongin chuckles at your cuteness, “What’s its name?”

You look at the plushie carefully, trying to decide what name suits it best and then you look up at Jongin, “I want you to have it.” You hand him the polar bear and he takes it from you cautiously, eyes wide and mouth slightly open, “But you won this.”

“I know, and I can do whatever I want with it. I want you to have it.” You give him a warm smile and he looks at you with adornment.

He flips the bear around, looking at it in different angles, “Hmmm, what about Bum Bum?”

“Bum Bum? What kind of name is that!?”

Jongin laughs at your bewildered expression, “Bum Bum so I’ll never forget that cute little happy dance of yours when you won.” He smirks as your cheeks redden.

“Oh my God.” You plant a palm to your forehead, “I did that, huh?”

“Mhmm.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you, “Bum Bum and I loved it.” Turning the plushie towards you as he plays with its arms to mimic your dancing.

You shove his shoulder and he chuckles at you, “Fine. Bum Bum it is.” He smugs and you roll your eyes as you pull on his arm, “C’mon, Mr. Bum Bum! I want my churros!” he happily lets you drag him to the churros stand with one hand still gripping Bum Bum tightly.

You spot Baekhyun, Yixing, Sehun, and Junmyeon by the churros stand, Baekhyun excitedly paying the salesperson before receiving his churro.

“Hey! Where have you guys been?” Yixing asks as you both approach the stand, you ogling at the churros that are being freshly made in front of you.

“We didn’t feel like riding the rollercoaster so we just walked around and played games instead.” Jongin shrugs as he pays and orders for your churros.

“Aww that’s so cute!” Baekhyun spots the plushie in Jongin’s hand.

“Y/n won in one of the games and she gave this to me, this is Bum Bum!” Jongin takes one of the plushie’s hands and waves it at the members.

Baekhyun raises his brow at you and you look away from him before he smugly looks at Jongin, “Bum Bum?”

“Yeah, I named him that cause Y/n did this-“

You cut Jongin off, not wanting him to disclose anything about your happy dance, “So are the churros as good as you expected them to be?” You ask Baekhyun as Jongin chuckles at what he knows you were trying to do.

Too distracted by the deliciousness of the churro to pay any mind to you and Jongin’s obvious flirting, he just groans in delight as he takes a mouthful of the snack, you giggle at his reaction, “I’ll take that as a yes.”

You stand at the side of the booth beside Jongin as you receive your churro, you back away from the stand just a bit when you feel someone shove you, making you fall towards Jongin’s back.

The churro falls from your hand and Jongin is quick to turn around to hold on to you, helping you up.

“Y/n, are you okay?” You nod at him but your back was in pain, whoever shoved you, shoved you hard.

You stand up straight, Jongin releasing you from his embrace but not letting go of your hand just yet. You both look towards the direction of where the person that shoved you could be but you can’t see his face. Just a man wearing a black hoodie, speedily walking away from you all.

“Hey!! That wasn’t nice!! Get back here!” Baekhyun shouts and you glare at him, “Baekhyun, someone might recognize you! Shush!”

You look around to see if anyone was eyeing your group suspiciously and sigh in relief when no one spares you guys a glance.

“He should pay for your churro, asshole didn’t even apologize!” Baekhyun looks at the fallen churro and you look at it as well, you sigh and look up at Jongin shyly, “I’m sorry.”

He chuckles when he sees the slight tinge of red painting your adorable cheeks, “No problem, I’ll just get you another one.” He orders another churro for you and quickly diverts his attention back to you, checking if you were really alright.

“I’m fine, Jongin.” You smile at him warmly, offering your genuine reassurance to him and that’s when you notice that until now, he still hasn’t let go of your hand.

You look at your fingers intertwined with his and back up to his eyes, he almost pulled away, fearing that he crossed a line but you quickly gave his hand a squeeze, silently telling him that you didn’t mind at all.

Why would I mind!?

He looks at your tangled hands and gives you a shy smile and hands you the churro, you accept it and he made sure to keep his hand firmly in yours.

He finds it adorable how much you blush, how your eyes crinkle at the sides when your smile reaches them. For him, you were simply just beautiful.

Jongin smiles at you as you take your first bite, “Good?”

You nod enthusiastically, offering him the churro as well so he could take a bite, “Try it!”

Jongin takes a bite and his eyes widen as he looks back at you, you giggle at his reaction, “Holy shit! I don’t usually like desserts but this is pretty damn good.”

You nod at him and you both exchange bites of your churro until it’s completely gone. You didn’t even pay any mind to the other 4 guys just staring at you both as you share your churro, making small talk, hands intertwined, and just basically exchanging heart eyes the entire time.

Junmyeon clears his throat, “So, what else do you guys wanna do?”

You both look at him, hands still clasped together tightly and you just realized that you were in your own world again, you try to loosen your grip on Jongin’s hand but he doesn’t let you. Instead, he walks towards the garbage bin, throwing away the paper bag that the churro was wrapped in, dragging you along with him as he refused to let go of your hand.

The other members see this and knowing smiles are painted on their faces, you look down at the ground, refusing to make any eye contact with them, avoiding any teasing looks that may come your way.

“I don’t know, do you guys want to go around and check on the other rides or games?” Jongin asks the four.

“Oh yeah, I wanna do the basketball shooting game! I think I saw it on the other side of the fair.” Sehun pipes in.

“Okay, yeah we can do that. But I think we’ll have to leave in like an hour or so.” Junmyeon replies.

“That’s fine, let’s just text Chanyeol and the others to meet us in front of the big rollercoaster in an hour then.” You say to the leader.

You all walk to the shooting booth, hand still enveloped in Jongin’s and you’re both laughing and exchanging random stories on the way when you spot a cute little ice cream parlor.

Jongin notices your eyes drift away from his and when he sees what you’re looking at, he chuckles, “Still hungry?”

You pout, “Hey it was just one churro and we shared that!”

He tucks the hair that’s strayed in front of your face behind your ear, “Don’t pout.” His eyes were on your lips and you unconsciously lick them.

You divert your eyes away from his, trying your best to ignore how your palm is starting to become sweaty but Jongin doesn’t care.

You see the other 4 members getting farther from you both and you tug Jongin to keep walking but he stops and drags you into the ice cream parlor.

“Jongin, we didn’t tell them that we’d be here.” You glance away from the display of ice cream flavors to the window to see how far the other members were.

“Oh, they’ll be fine, we’re all meeting up in an hour anyways. Don’t worry about it, okay?” He tugs your hand so you can look at him. His tan skin, almond-shaped eyes, pouty lips, messy but still decent hair, he was so handsome and you can’t say or do anything else but nod, mesmerized by the beautiful man holding your hand securely.

He gives you a cute smile as you nod, both of you finally looking at the array of ice cream flavors and it’s starting to make your mouth water.

“I know you’re not really into desserts, so we could share if you want. But if you want a different flavor, I’ll get you your own. My treat this time.” You smile up at Jongin.

He raises an eyebrow at you, “I’m not letting you pay-“

“Pleeaaaaase Jongin? I owe you that much for having to buy me 2 churros because my clumsy ass dropped the first one.” You pout again.

He brings his thumb to your bottom lip, effectively soothing away your pout and you felt your heart skip a beat when his thumb grazed your lip.

He was staring at your lips now, a tinge of pink on his cheeks, “Told you not to pout.” He stares at your lips for a couple of seconds more before finally making eye contact, “And you’re not paying. You dropping the churro wasn’t your fault anyways, it was that asshole who shoved you out of nowhere.”

This snaps you out of your daze, remembering the weird hooded figure.

“Oh come on, Jongin. Just let me pay this time. It’s just fair that way.” You squeeze his hand a bit, trying to persuade him to agree to your offer.

He sighs and gives in, “Fine.”

You laugh at how easy it was to have him agree to your wish. You decided to share the largest cup with Jongin, convincing you that he can’t finish one whole cup by himself. So you split the flavors – you ordering cookie dough and Jongin ordering hazelnut.

You sit down at one of the 3 tables in the store, Jongin having to sit across you and begrudgingly letting go of your hand as he places Bum Bum on the chair beside his.

“So..” Jongin starts, taking a scoop of hazelnut and taking a bite.

If that wasn’t the sexiest thing ever. Y/n, get a grip!

You clear your throat, “So..”

You smile at how he suddenly becomes so shy, not knowing how to start the conversation without any distractions around you.

“Why did you want to become an idol?” You raise the question, hoping it will start a great conversation as you truly wanted to get to know Kim Jongin not Kai from EXO.

He looks at you as you bring the scoop full of cookie dough ice cream to your lips, looking away slightly before he answers.

“I love to dance.” He shrugs as if that was the common knowledge.

“So why not become a dancer? Why pursue singing as well?”

He chuckles as he suddenly remembers why he entered SM in the first place. “My dad bribed me with a Nintendo.”

Your eyes widen at his answer, “Your dad bribed you?”

He chuckles, “Okay, it sounds weird but I was already taking jazz and ballet lessons at the time then he wanted to convince me to audition for SM but it really didn’t interest me then,” he takes another scoop of ice cream, this time cookie dough, “he thought I had more potential so he told me that if I auditioned, he’d buy me a Nintendo. So I agreed to audition.”

You giggle at his story, “So if it wasn’t for your dad, you wouldn’t be here, huh?”

A solemn look takes over his face, “Yeah.. I owe him everything.”

You notice the change in his mood, fearing that you may have said something wrong, “Jongin, are you okay?”

He looks up at you, a small smile on his lips but his eyes – his eyes were sad, “My father passed away a year ago.. He had a chronic illness and he couldn’t fight anymore.” He blinked quickly, trying to rid off the sting threatening his eyes whenever he mentioned his dad. Even though it’s been a year, the pain hasn’t subsided. The tension in the family was very much still there and even though everyone tries to reach out to Jongin, he closes himself up, guilt always overwhelming him.

You stay silent but reach out to his hand on the table, squeezing it, “I’m so sorry to hear that, Jongin..”

He looks up at you and offers you a small smile which you gladly return. Not wanting to talk about his father anymore, Jongin quickly asks you a question, “I know that your parents aren’t around anymore too.. Uncle Jae told us..” He spoke carefully upon mentioning your parents.

You felt a lump in your throat but you quickly swallow it away, you felt like you owed him a story as he opened up to you about his dad as well. “Yeah.. They died in a car crash 3 years ago.”

Talking about your parents, no matter how much time has passed still hurts you to your core. It’s never easy and even though people tell you that it will get better in time, you all know it’s just bullshit. It doesn’t get easier, you just simply get used to the pain to the point where you’re just numb.

He squeezed your hand reassuringly, egging you to continue as you please, giving you a safe space to finally vent to someone other than Uncle Jae and Aunt Yuna. You never openly talk about your grief – not in any form of group counseling, therapy session, none of it. You would rather briefly open up to Uncle Jae and Aunt Yuna then just ride out all your emotions and cry in bed.

That’s how you coped. And that’s how you’ve gone through it.

Sort of. I know I can do more to help myself but maybe I’m not ready to move on yet.

You breathe deeply before continuing, ��I was still in university at that time, I remember that it was storming. There was a typhoon coming and all my classes got suspended, so I was cooped up in my dorm room. I was getting worried about my parents so I decided to call them.”

You feel like your eyes were filling up with tears as you remember the last conversation you had with your mother.

“Hey mom, how are you? The storm is getting scary.” You look out your dorm room window, seeing the trees around campus violently swaying from the intense gusts of wind.

“We’re fine, sweetheart. Your father and I have to quickly run to the hardware store to get the supplies for the stables, surely they’ll be closed after the typhoon hits so we have to buy the supplies needed before that happens.” It sounded like she was rushing, yelling for your dad to hurry up.

“Mom, it’s not safe to drive out now! The wind is so strong and the roads will be dangerous. I’m sure the horses will be fine and you can buy the supplies a week later.” You’re very concerned now, there is no way you are gonna have them drive through this storm.

“Sweetheart, we’ll be fine and we’ll be quick. Besides, the storm hasn’t landed here yet so we have at least half an hour before it starts to really pour down.” You can hear the faint noise of the ignition from the car and your dad’s distant voice telling your mom to quickly get in.

“Mom-“

“I’ll call you as soon as we get home, okay? We’ll be quick, I promise.”

You can’t fight them on this, and you know that your dad drives carefully anyways. They’ll be quick right? The store isn’t that far from the house so they’ll be back in no time.

You hear them pull out of the driveway, “Okay.. But please be safe, mom. Call me, okay? Don’t forget.”

She puts the phone on speaker mode so your dad can hear now too, “We love you, sweetie! We’ll be home soon. Stay indoors, okay?”

You nod your head even though you know they can’t see you, “I love you guys too. Please be safe.”

“We will.”

And that was it. The last phone call.

“They got to the store, got the supplies, but they crashed on the way home..” A tear finally slipped pass your cheek and you didn’t notice until Jongin was wiping it away with his thumb, his hand was now cupping your face while the other was still securely holding your hand on the table.

He was quiet, still listening to you as you recount to him one of the worst days of your life.

“I fell asleep and when I woke up in the morning, no missed calls,” you sniffled, “So I started to panic, trying to get a hold of them and that’s when Uncle Jae started to call me.”

More tears fell down your face and Jongin hands you tissues so you can blow your nose. You quickly clean your eyes and nose with the tissue, afraid that the employees will give you odd looks and anyone who’d enter the store would think you’re crazy for crying in the middle of an ice cream parlor.

“Y/n.. I’m sorry..” Uncle Jae’s voice was raspy from crying, you assumed.

“Uncle Jae.. Wha- what happened!? Tell me! Why are you sorry!” You were shouting, not caring if your roommate would wake up, you had tears running down your cheeks now.

You knew something was wrong, that something horrible had happened. But you didn’t know to what extent. You didn’t know that the next words Uncle Jae was going to tell you would turn your entire world upside down.

“They’re gone.”

You felt like your heart had stopped. The whole world stilling, only the tears running down your face were reminding you of everything that was happening. Everything you were hearing, was indeed real.

Uncle Jae was explaining what had happened through the phone but you can’t bear to listen. Blocking out everything as you let your phone drop out of your hand and fall to your knees, an earth-shattering scream leaving your lips.

“My dad lost control of the car since the roads were too slippery. The car flipped 5 times and hit an electrical pole. They were gone even before the ambulance got to them..”

Your tears have finally stopped, shock and numbness overcoming you as you recount the memories. You driving all the way back home from university with tear-stained cheeks, puffy eyes, messy hair, in your pajamas. Arriving at the hospital to demand everyone in there to show you where your parents were like a madwoman, only for Aunt Yuna and Uncle Jae to stop you, encasing you in tight hugs to keep your frail body from thrashing relentlessly.

The three of you ending up in a ball of tears, falling on the hospital floor in the middle of the emergency ward. A cloud of sadness, anger, frustration, hovering over the three of you and you believe that to this day, that cloud is still following you everywhere.

Your eyes lift to find Jongin’s carefully. His eyes never leaving yours even when you told him the traumatizing story of your parents and when you were only met with his silence, you felt embarrassed.

You pulled away from him slightly, his hand dropping from your cheek as you pull your hands to your lap, looking down at them, “I’m so sorry, that was a bit too dark-“

“No, no.” Jongin quickly cut you off, trying to hide away the disappointment from you retracting away from his touch, “I appreciate you telling me all that and being comfortable enough to share that with me. It’s really brave of you to open up.”

You look back up at him, he offers you a small smile and brings a scoop of ice cream to your lips, coaxing you to open your mouth, “Ice cream always helps.”

You giggle softly before accepting the scoop of comfort. He was right, ice cream does help.

“It hurts to lose a parent,” he starts again, “but I can’t imagine losing them both at the same time..”

You hum, not knowing what else you can say to that. A silence overtakes you both -- not an awkward one but one that was comfortable.

“How are you coping?” he finally breaks off the silence.

You look up at him, eyeing the curiosity in his eyes laced with concern. It’s like he wants to know how you’re dealing with everything because he’ll take all the advice he can get.

“Honestly.. I don’t know.” You sigh in defeat.

He nods, knowing full well how it feels to be lost in grief. He wanted you to say something that could probably help him deal with his own pain too but expecting that of you was not fair. Everyone moves on differently and it just so happens that you both haven’t moved on from your past pains.

“Do you think it will get any better?”

You search his features, his eyes on the already melted ice cream between you both, slowly turning the small spoon between his fingers. You wanted to comfort him, you wanted to tell him that everything will be okay with full conviction. But in reality, you just can’t do that. How can you reassure him about something that you didn’t know yourself?

However, you still want to give him hope – to give you both hope. Maybe saying it out loud will make you believe it yourself.

So you bravely take his hand, making him look at you in the eyes. His eyes connect with yours and it’s as if he’s holding his breath, bracing himself for what your answer would be.

“It could take months, years, decades..” You start, never losing eye contact with him, “and everyone grieves differently. But I believe that—I hope that, in due time, we will all be okay.”

You give him a small reassuring smile, “I hope you’ll be okay, Jongin. You deserve to be okay.”

He squeezes your hand in his, “And I hope that you’ll be okay, Y/n. We both deserve to be.”

You and Jongin exchange childhood stories with each other. The tension in the air from your heavy conversation about your parents lifting as you get to know this beautiful man with you. From embarrassing moments in your life to the most meaningful ones, you have never had such a light yet meaningful conversation with someone in a long time. You even play 20 questions as if you were on a speed-dating program, asking each other’s favorite colors, animals, life mantras. As the conversation progresses, you realize that you haven’t laughed this much in so long. You haven’t smiled this wide, you haven’t laughed until tears of joy sprung out your eyes in years. You were growing to admire Kim Jongin – fast and hard.

He was laughing heartily now about how you named your pet turtle Jessica and how you came home to your dad throwing her dead body into a river, only for you to not talk to him the entire day because you thought he killed your beloved pet turtle when in reality, you forgot to feed the poor thing.

You were admiring how his laugh may sound annoying to some but for you, it was the cutest sound in the world, you even observed that he had the habit of covering his mouth with his hand whenever he laughed too hard. The way he almost fell off his seat because he couldn’t control himself. Even the way he pouts his adorable lips when he tries to guess your favorite color multiple times only for you to just blurt it out to save him from another failed attempt at guessing ‘Lavender’.

Be careful, your pretty fragile soul, Y/n. This could exactly turn out like the last one.

In the middle of the many laughs you shared with Jongin, you push away that deep dark voice in your head.

You will not ruin this for me.

And as quickly as that scary voice entered your mind, it quickly passes as Jongin’s phone starts to ring.

He groans and hesitatingly releases your hand as he fished the phone out of his pocket.

“Junmyeon hyung.” He says to the phone.

“Okay, okay, we’ll meet you there.”

He hangs up and looks at you, “They’re all by the rollercoaster now, I think Baekhyun hyung had one too many churros and is ready to go home right about now.”

You laugh and stand up with him, ready to leave the ice cream parlor to meet with the rest of the boys.

As you reunited with the boys, you’re walking side by side with Jongin, laughing at one of the snickers he directed towards Baekhyun but you feel a heavy darkness loom over you, making you stop walking and look towards the direction of where you’re feeling a strong gaze.

“Y/n..?” Jongin looks back at your frozen figure when he notices that you aren’t by his side anymore.

Just straight ahead, you see the hooded figure, the same one that bumped you awhile ago. His head was hanging down, making it impossible for you to see his face but you knew that he was watching you all.

Why does he look no, feel, so familiar and why does he keep looking at us?

“Hey..” You suddenly snap out of it and face Jongin, a tinge of concern in his eyes.

“Sorry, I just thought I saw someone.” You give him a small smile as he grabs hold of your hand, leading you towards the rest of the members.

“Oh really? Who?” He looks towards the direction you were looking at but when you looked as well, the figure was gone.

You just shake your head and grip his hand tightly, “Probably just in my head.”

He raises his eyebrow at you questioningly before looking around once more to try and spot who you saw.

“C’mon,” you tug at his arm, “let’s go home.”

A/N: Hi everyone! Here’s the first chapter for this round of updates. AND YES, FINALLY SOME FORM OF TOUCHING WITH Y/N AND JONGIN. HAHAHA. I wanted to wait out a bit more to be honest, but the fair just seemed like the perfect place for there to be some hand-holding. Lmao. Anyways, the next chapters will finally reveal someone~ hehehe.

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PROMPTS

tropes:

best friends to lovers

enemies to lovers

friends with benefits to lovers

roommates to lovers

fake relationship/dating

one night stand

there is only one bed

childhood friends

holiday romance (eg. christmas, summer vacation)

au’s:

bartender au

boxer au

coffee shop au

college au

flower shop au

harry potter au

marvel or dc au

office au (eg. ceo, assistant, co-workers, etc.)

royalty au

soulmate au

spy au

supernatural au (eg. vampires, ghosts, demons, etc.)

tattoo artist au

theme park au

dialogue prompts:

“are you serious right now?”

“are you trying to kill me?”

“because i love you, you idiot.”

“can i kiss you?”

“do it again, i dare you.”

“don’t lie to me.”

“hey, you awake?”

“how much did you drink?”

“i could do this all day.”

“i needed you. i needed you!”

“i never wanted anything to do with you to begin with.”

“i want you now.”

“i’m waiting.”

“i’m usually not this desperate.”

“is this even going anywhere?”

“prove it.”

“spend the night with me?”

“stop lying to me!”

“that’s not fair.”

“the bed is cold without you.”

“try to stay quiet.”

“wanna bet?”

“what are you staring at?” “you.”

“you owe me a kiss.”

“you’re mine.”

“your wish is my command.”

artist prompts (can use any song from their discography):

ariana grande

doja cat

harry styles

keshi

lany

maroon 5

nct (all units)

taylor swift

tinashe

troye sivan

the weeknd

we the kings

song prompts:

body moves - dnce

candy - baekhyun

dream of you - chungha

fancy - twice

good kisser - usher

i like me better - lauv

little things - one direction

lowkey - niki

make love make music - castlecomer

strangers - jonas brothers

thinking out loud - ed sheeran

movie prompts:

10 things i hate about you

a cinderella story

how to lose a guy in 10 days

looks that kill

notting hill

set it up

starstruck

to all the boys i’ve loved before

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biaswreckingfics · 4 years ago

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No Limits: Part 14

Author: biaswreckingfics

Genre: Mafia AU - Warnings? Everything that goes on in a mafia au

Word Count: 7.1k

Previous Chapter

Y/N's POV

Minseok was recklessly speeding back to the compound, and you were thankful that in your haste, you still remembered to put on your seatbelt. You glance over your shoulder at the backseat every time Minseok makes a sharp turn and catch Sehun trying to stop himself from slamming into the door each time. You knew if he was in the right mindset, he would've cussed Minseok out, but judging by the look on his face, he was far from it.

The shocked and fearful look that showed up on his face when he was talking to Jaesuk was still present, and you couldn't help but wonder if it was fear for himself or Jaesuk. When you had spoken to Sehun at the beach about his Baem friend, you had no indication of how close they were. It was clear to you now, however, that the two had grown closer than you realized. It didn't really hit you until you heard Jaesuk's words to Sehun before he hung up.

The Baem man telling Sehun to help EXO do whatever they needed to do, and then to end them... Then him hoping to see Sehun when this was all over... The entire conversation was unexpected; and not something you would've ever predicted to come out of a Baem member's mouth.

"Jesus christ, Minseok." Sehun grits out as he slams into the door again.

"You should've put your seatbelt on, you idiot." Minseok throws back without sympathy.

"No shit."

You watch Sehun look around like he was debating if it would be worth it to put his seatbelt on when you were already so close to the compound. In the end, he must've said screw it because he sat back with a huff and a tight grip on the door handle.

You notice Minseok glancing at you when he has a small chance to look away from the road, and it makes you nervous. After the third glance, you finally ask him why he keeps looking at you.

"I just want you to realize that once we walk through those doors, we're going to war. No more playtime or throwing around threats. We're attacking the Baem today."

You swallow nervously and let his words sink into you. This was going to be your first time seeing EXO in action... and this might be the last time you ever see some of these men who have become your family again... You shake those thoughts from your head. This is what you wanted. You wanted the Baem to pay for everything they've done and now was your chance to make sure they finally do.

You look up in time to see Minseok whip into the driveway and hear Sehun's muttered "finally" from the back. There was no time to be scared or nervous, so when Minseok throws open his door, you're quick to follow.

Sehun, on the other hand, was not. You notice him slowly getting out of the SUV while taking in the giant brick structure in front of him. He slowly closes the door behind him, and you find yourself wondering what was going through his head for the third time today. This was his first time home in months, and the first time he'll be seeing all of EXO with his memories intact.

You follow Minseok up to the front door and glance back to see Sehun slowly trailing behind you. The second Minseok opens the door, you can hear a cacophony of voices coming from the other side of it like they were all standing right at the door waiting. Which, you find out, is exactly the case.

You jump a little when you see the group of men focus on you and Minseok as you walk into the house. Your eyes immediately find Baekhyun, and he gives you a relieved smile once he sees you. His eyes quickly scanning you from head-to-toe to make sure you're okay, which is a habit you noticed he picked up months ago, any time you walked out the front door without him. A moment later, his eyes fall onto something behind you, and that's when you know he's spotted Sehun.

"No way..." Jongin breathily lets out from beside Baekhyun.

Sehun slowly steps into the house behind you and takes in all the shocked faces staring at him. The shock mostly being felt by Baekhyun, Yixing, and Jongin, who were seeing him for the first time since the warehouse.

Sehun's eyes dart around before they find the exact person he was looking for. He stares at Chanyeol, who carefully watches him through sad eyes before he takes a step toward him. Chanyeol startles at the action, and his eyes widen in confusion.

Sehun quickly closes the gap between them and pulls the slightly taller man into a tight hug. Chanyeol remains frozen as Sehun quickly begins mumbling apologies.

"I'm sorry for being gone so long... and I'm sorry for not remembering you..."

Minseok quietly informs the room that Sehun has his memories back as the rest of the men watch in confusion. Once Chanyeol hears this, his arms fly up around Sehun and pull him impossibly closer, the latter letting out a small "umph".

"He remembers us?!" Jongin asks excitedly before a sour expression takes over his face. "Good, because he pulled some shit at the warehouse that I never got to bitch at him for."

Jongdae tells him to shut up as they all patiently wait for the cousins to properly reunite. Your eyes trail over to Yixing, and you can see him slightly biting his lip while he stares at Sehun. You knew he was itching to check Sehun out, now that his memories were back, but he knew now wasn't the right time.

"As much as I'd love to celebrate Sehun coming back to us...We need to act now before the Baem does."

Junmyeon's words sobered up the room as they all remembered what needed to be done. Ripples of words echoed through the men as they talked amongst themselves about what they were going to do. The word "bombs" being thrown around enough times to catch both your and Sehun's attention. Just what the hell was their plan?

"I'm sorry about the irony of this," Junmyeon vaguely begins saying, pulling the attention of Sehun. "How this is almost exactly like the last time you were with us. Rushing out the door after the Baem, and blowing up buildings... It's almost like you didn't miss anything at all..."

"Except we're missing one important person..." Sehun quietly says before looking over toward Jongdae, "and have apparently gained some more."

You follow his line of sight and notice three guys behind Jongdae that you had never seen a day in your life. How the hell did you miss three random faces when you came in here? It was like everything you had apparently learned in your training had gone out the window. Then Sehun's words penetrate through your brain, and you realize he had brought up Kyungsoo.

"How did you end up finding out?" Chanyeol quietly asks him.

Sehun looks down at his feet like he's trying to find the right words to say. He inhales deeply before looking up at the rest of you.

"The first 'mission' the Baem sent me on was to come here and report back to them everyone who showed up to a memorial that was being held in the backyard... I didn't realize it at the time, but it was Kyungsoo's..."

Your breath catches in your throat at his admission. He was sent to spy on his own friend's funeral, and he didn't even know it. The thought made you absolutely sick to your stomach, and you knew the feeling was mutual among the rest of the men. Their face's portraying their anger and pain at the thoughts of Sehun being put in that situation.

"When my memories came back, and I had time to reflect on everything... I was able to connect some dots... and it really fucking sucked when I realized what had happened," he recalls through gritted teeth, trying to hide his sadness.

"The fact that he's..." Sehun shakes his head and takes a breath, "I haven't truly been able to process it yet... I am happy, in some twisted sort of way, that I was able to be at the memorial, though... Even if I didn't realize it was for Kyungsoo, I felt... connected to him. I remember thinking how crazy it was that both of us were in the same explosion, but only one of us made it... I just didn't realize how connected we were."

The back of your throat burns, and you blink a few times to try to relieve the stinging you were feeling in your eyes, but it doesn't help much. While Sehun was talking, the thought that Sehun didn't know what happened to Kyungsoo occurred to you. That it was Sehun's own weapon that ended up taking Kyungsoo out. You find Chanyeol's eyes as you remember him telling you Sehun would blame himself if he ever found out how Kyungsoo had died. You were starting to get dangerously close to that happening.

Sehun couldn't find out what happened that night. At least, not yet. Not when you still had something to do, so you try to get Sehun to focus on something else.

"Sehun... did you stick around after the memorial ended? Were you..."

"Watching you?" He asks, and you nod. "Yeah, that was me. I was about to leave when you came back outside. I stayed because they wanted me to gather any information I could... on all of you."

"You were the shadow man on the cameras this whole time?" Jongin asks in surprise. "Well, I guess that's one less thing we have to worry about."

It was a relief to know it had been Sehun watching you, and not some creep or enemy. Now you could put that silent question that had always been in the back of your head to rest, and get some answers to some other questions you had.

You point to the men behind Jongdae and immediately ask, "Who are they?"

Jongdae glances over his shoulder at the men behind him, and that's when you take a good look at their appearances. All three of them looked to be in their mid to late 20's, just like most of you were, but they all held a slightly more innocent look than you were used to. Not to say they were innocent because they definitely gave off some "bad boy" vibes, but besides the lip and nose piercings two of them had, they looked very plain. Black hair and black clothes like they wanted to hide from the world and not be seen.

Jongdae surprises you when he answers your abrupt question. "These are members of Kyungsoo and I's old gang... I knew we were going to need some help, and they were more than willing to offer themselves... They want revenge for Kyungsoo, just like the rest of us."

One of the men nods at Jongdae's words as another one looks at you. You meet his gaze and see curiosity in his eyes. That's when you figure that they must know Kyungsoo died while saving you. It didn't seem like he blamed you for it, but he was definitely intrigued by you.

"We'll accept any help that you can offer. How many of there are you?" Your brother asks.

"15. All more than willing to do what's necessary."

His words make you wonder if this is the first time they've gone head to head with a mafia group. If you remembered correctly, they were a part of a small gang that pushed drugs into schools and universities. They weren't dealing with selling weapons, extortion, and the more vile things these groups did.

They were willing to take that final step for Kyungsoo, but would they actually be able to do it?

"Perfect. That'll be a lot of help." Junmyeon says, snapping you to attention.

"Alright, here's the deal. We're dividing each district between two of you and each of your units. How you want to handle each district will be for you guys to figure out when you get there, but we'll have roughly a 20 minute time frame to get everything done from start to finish. Jongdae, since you have your old gang with you, you'll be getting two districts to cover. There's enough of you that you'll be able to handle it."

Jongdae nods. "That's fine. Which areas?"

"Districts 5 and 7. Baekhyun and Jongin, you have District 3, which is the closest to downtown, so you'll need to be a little more careful. Chanyeol and Sehun, will the two of you be okay to work together?"

"Absolutely." Chanyeol immediately says without hesitation.

"Okay, then you'll have District 6 along the river. Minseok and I will take District 2 on the east side."

You had been watching your brother hand out orders and assignments in a very militaristic fashion without an issue... but to hear that he was going out on this mission was a surprise to you. You thought it was important for the leader to remain safe in case everything went wrong... Why would he so willingly jump into the chaos?

"You're going out there?" Sehun asks in surprise. Apparently, he was on the same wavelength as you.

"I'm not sitting this one out." Your brother adamantly says with a shake of his head before smirking and looking over at Minseok. "It'll be just like old times."

"Where do you want us?" Yixing asks.

Your eyebrows raise at his question. There was only one other person in the room without an assignment, and it was you. Were you the other part of the "us" and if you were, why are you just now finding out about it?

"Yixing and Y/N will be in the middle of all the districts in District 4. Along with Yixing's medical unit, they'll be tending to the wounded, as well as alerting all teams of any incoming back up. They'll have a good vantage point of each area."

You swore your body was as stiff as a board while your brother spoke. You didn't know the first thing about first aid, let alone know how to do triage or whatever the hell else they did in warzones because that was exactly what this was about to be.

There were going to be innocent bystanders walking around out there, and police will probably come in and attempt to stop whatever was happening. Not to mention the EXO and Baem members that will be trying to kill each other in the middle of it all. Also, lets not forget that you didn't even know what the fuck their plan was. You were going in completely blind, and you knew that was your brother's intention.

You wanted to be involved, so he put you out there in the thick of it, but he made sure to truly keep you out of the way. You could help them, but apparently only so much. You weren't even sure if you should be angry, offended, or scared that you now possibly held their lives in your hands, and you didn't know how to do anything about it.

"Y/N, Yixing will fill you in on everything on the way there. Chanyeol, you'll have to fill Sehun in too. The rest of us know what we need to do." Junmyeon tells the room while looking at each person in the eye.

"What even is your plan?" You finally find your voice, and boy, does it sound pissed off. "What the hell are you even doing?"

"We're blowing up half the city tonight, baby girl," Jongin says with a smirk.

Baekhyun snaps his head toward the younger man when he hears the nickname that had fallen from his lips before promptly slapping him in the back of the head. "Don't call her that."

Junmyeon rolls his eyes at the two before turning to look at you. He could tell you were pissed off about being so in the dark and that you probably thought whatever their plan was, was stupid, so he tries to placate you. "Yixing will fill you in on the way."

You feel yourself grinding your teeth at your brother's response. You glare at him also, so he can truly get it through his thick skull how fucked up this was, but then you slowly nod, because what else are you supposed to do? Throw a fit? Claim you're not going because you didn't get your way? No. You were going to suck it up and deal with your anger later.

"We're doing this to show the rest of the mafia world not to fuck with us. To prove we will not be walked over, and that anything that is done to us will be returned tenfold... but we're also doing this for those the Baem have taken from us," your brother states in a strong voice. "We let them get away with too much, and that ends today."

Jongdae matches Junmyeon's stare with a steely expression. "For Kyungsoo."

"Jisoo and Minhyuk," Baekhyun adds with determination.

"Jiho..." Chanyeol says before slowly looking at his cousin. "And Sehun."

You meet your brother's stare and remember the night that started you both down the paths you were now leading. "Our parents."

Junmyeon nods and then turns to look at the rest of the men. "Tonight, this ends. We will not let a single Baem member escape. We're going to eradicate that group off the face of this planet, and by the end of the day, they will all be dead."

It would be hard for anyone to follow up the words that just poured from your brother with anger and determination, so no one bothered to try. Wordlessly, everyone started packing up their gear and whatever else they needed and headed out to their vehicles.

Since you were never told about anything that was going to happen, you awkwardly stand in the entryway, feeling like you're just in the way of everyone else rushing around. Yixing and a man you've only seen a handful of times before were carrying medical supplies out to one of the black SUVs while you debated asking him if he needed help.

Before you could decide, a hand slides into your own, and you're quickly pulled down the hallway and away from the men getting ready to risk their lives. Your eyes follow the line of the arm and eventually see the back of Baekhyun's head as he pulls you along with him.

"Baek, where are we going?"

He glances back at you with a small, borderline sad, smile. "I just need a minute..."

You allow him to pull you into the kitchen and watch as he quickly scans to make sure the two of you were alone. Once he's satisfied, he turns to you with a serious gaze that only slightly shocks you.

"Baek..." you quietly say, squeezing the hand he was still holding on to.

"I need a moment to be alone with you before... everything goes down." He reaches for your other hand and holds them both gently. "I don't know if - "

"Stop." You quickly tell him, not wanting to hear the words you know are going to come out of his mouth.

"No. We need to face reality... There's a chance... that I might not make it back from this... Hell, there's a chance you might not either. We have no idea what's going to happen today... That's why I had to be alone with you one last time... I needed to do this."

With those words, he pulls you toward him by your hands before letting them go and placing his gently on both of your cheeks. He lightly swipes his thumbs over your cheeks like he is handling the most fragile jewel in the world. His eyes search your own, and you can't tell if he's trying to find comfort or take a mental image of this moment so he'll never forget it.

He slowly leans forward, and your eyes reflexively close once you feel the slight brush of his lips on yours. He adds a little pressure to the kiss, but it still remains soft and gentle. It was a reassuring, you're-my-entire-world kiss that you will carry with you forever, but if this was the last time you would see him, you needed something more.

You wrap your hands around the back of his neck and pull him closer to you, your lips immediately pushing harder on to his. He quickly follows suit and deepens the kiss, his hands reaching down to your waist and tugging you impossibly closer.

You kiss him like this was the last time you'll ever see him. You put every amount of emotion you can into it: fear, love, desperation, hope... and you can tell in the tight way he holds you that he's doing the same. His fingers grip into your sides like he's afraid to let you go, to let this moment end, and if you're honest with yourself... you're afraid too.

Unfortunately, there was no more time for stalling, and as much as you wanted to ignore Jongin's shouts for Baekhyun, you knew you couldn't. You break the kiss but make no move to pull away. Baekhyun lets out a sigh as he rests his forehead against yours.

He reaches back up to cup your cheek and lets out a quiet, "I love you". A small smile grows on your face as you fight the tears that are attempting to escape from your eyes. "I love you too."

Baekhyun notices your watery eyes immediately and shakes his head slightly, whispering, "Please, don't cry. I'll never be able to walk away from you if you do..."

"I'm sorry..." you match his tone, "I'm just scared of what'll happen."

"I know, baby. I know." He pulls away and lightly kisses your forehead. "I'm going to fight like hell to come back to you, and you better do the same if you need to."

You nod against him as he pulls you into a tight hug. You couldn't speak at the moment because you knew if any words came out tears would be soon to follow, so you wrap your arms around his waist and hold him instead. You wish the moment could last forever, but it's abruptly interrupted when Jongin comes through the kitchen door looking for Baekhyun.

You catch him awkwardly trying to pretend he didn't interrupt anything as you pull away from the warmth and comfort that is Baekhyun.

"Sorry to interrupt, but... it's time to go."

A slight stab of fear pierces your heart because everything was happening so freaking fast. You felt like you had zero time to prepare yourself mentally or emotionally for whatever was about to happen, and it was all coming to a head quicker than you liked.

Baekhyun's hand stays on the small of your back as the two of you follow Jongin back down the hallway. The only people left in the compound were your brother, Minseok, Yixing, and the man you just remembered was named Junyoung. As you approach the group, who were clearly waiting for you, your brother gives you a small smile. Once you're in reach, his hand comes up to rest on the back of your head, lightly patting your hair.

"You ready?" You nod at his question, and your brother pulls you into a tight hug of his own. "After today, we won't have to worry about the Baem anymore. We're going to get the revenge we should've gotten years ago."

After he pulls away, time slips from you. You're ushered out into an SUV and driving towards the city before you even realize Yixing is the one driving you. You turn to the back seat and see Junyoung staring out the window behind you.

"Ah, she's back." Yixing tries to joke, but you're not in the mood.

"Yixing... what's going to happen tonight?"

You knew Jongin said they were blowing up half of the city, but that couldn't be true, right? There was no way for something like that to go unnoticed. How would you even begin to explain it?

"Jongin was exaggerating, right?"

A grimace passes on Yixing's face, and you know right away, Jongin had not been exaggerating.

"What the hell?! How are any of you going to get away with this?"

Yixing shrugs like what they were going to do wasn't even a big deal. "That's just how it works. The city officials will take care of the explanation. Gas leaks, terrorism, maybe even gang violence, but either way, they benefit from this."

"How do they benefit from their city being blown up?" You ask in disbelief.

"If everything goes right, an entire mafia family is going to be wiped away. That's less crime, fewer drugs, and less mafia leader's to deal with. Any debts or blackmail the Baem have on them will be gone, and that's all they care about."

"But you guys will still have that information... which is exactly why they'll cover for you."

He smirks as you piece together the inner workings of corruption. "You're just like your brother, mafia princess."

You make a face at the name and feel the slightest bit of your mood change. "Don't ever call me that again."

Sehun's POV

He anxiously taps his fingers against his leg as he sits in the passenger seat of Chanyeol's car. So many things were running through his mind that he almost couldn't even pick one to focus on.

As they followed one of the men's vehicles ahead, Jongdae he thinks, he finally focuses in on one thing. How weird it was to be with Chanyeol again. Well, EXO in general, but especially in the car with Chanyeol now. It had been months since he's seen his home or been within such close proximity to his cousin, and you'd think he'd be ecstatic, but he was more conflicted than he expected.

He couldn't be happier to be back with his family and to feel safe but the familiarity he once felt was further away than he expected. He knew he had changed. Anyone who went through what he had was bound to come back different. He just didn't expect to feel so removed from himself. Maybe it was because he had no chance to acclimate back into his old life. He was immediately thrown back into the chaos that was eerily similar to the last time he went out on an EXO mission.

That was another thing that bothered him. Once Chanyeol explained what they were doing, Sehun felt a tightening in his chest. A fear he didn't even realize he had was growing inside of him. He was terrified of history repeating itself, of one of them being lost to EXO or another being lost to himself. He wasn't mentally prepared for it.

The next thing that was bugging him was where Jaesuk was. Had he been able to get away? Did the leaders find him? Was he already gone from this world? Sehun had to find out what happened to him before this was all over.

Chanyeol turns off the headlights as they approach the corner of the street they needed, snapping Sehun from his thoughts. The sun was still setting, painting the sky with purples and golds, and providing enough light for them to see.

Sehun took note of the fact that they weren't in an extravagant area of town. In fact, the houses were majorly run down or already abandoned by whoever owned them previously. It would be easy to blow up this area without a thought or worry about people being around and catching them.

A black SUV was waiting up ahead, and Sehun knew it was men from his and Chanyeol's units. A spark of relief fills him at the thought of seeing his men. The ones who somehow managed to grow on him, even though Sehun often tried to keep his distance from them.

"The warehouse is about a quarter of a mile to the East, but this will be our rendezvous point," Chanyeol informs him, nodding his head to where the men are.

They pull to a stop behind the SUV, and Chanyeol turns off the ignition. Before he opens his door, he turns to Sehun. "I know you just came back, but there's no one else I'd rather have by my side right now."

Sehun nods, not knowing what to say to the soft words that flowed from Chanyeol's mouth, but he doesn't even get the chance to speak. His cousin throws open the door and climbs out of his car, leaving Sehun sitting there. He watches Chanyeol walk over to the men and decides it's now or never.

Pushing the car door open, he slowly climbs out of the vehicle and starts to head over to the men Chanyeol had greeted. Almost one-by-one, all eight of them turn to face him with equal amounts of shock and confusion. Their gazes switch back and forth between Sehun and Chanyeol, trying to figure out what's going on. Clearly, none of them had expected Sehun to show up today, especially on this mission.

Sehun feels a wave of awkwardness ripple through the men as he comes to a stop in between two of them. A moment later, he's being grabbed by multiple arms and being pulled into a hug with his men. Sehun tries to hide the small smile creeping on his face at their low greetings. He doesn't want them to think he has gone soft, but the smile is there anyway.

"Alright, we'll celebrate later," Chanyeol says, breaking up the moment. "You guys know what to do. Set up devices every 10 yards around the warehouse's perimeter, and if you get caught by anyone, shoot them. Make sure your silencers are on to minimize the sound, and whatever you do, do not let them capture you. There will not be a rescue mission here. If you're not at the rally point in 15 minutes, that's it. This building is going to be blown sky-high. Don't be in it."

Sehun notices the four men from Chanyeol's unit slowly nod, but the four from Sehun's unit look hesitant. Actually, they all looked hesitant to follow Chanyeol's orders but, in the end, his men were going to no matter what. Sehun's men, however, look to Sehun for leadership, and Sehun looks back and forth between them and Chanyeol.

"Do exactly as he said. He knows more about this than I do." Sehun finally tells them once he realizes they're waiting for his orders.

Whatever awkwardness was happening here would have to wait until later. Hopefully, he'd have a chance to talk with them and figure out what the heck was going on and why they weren't immediately listening to Chanyeol.

10 minutes later, all of Sehun's and his unit's bombs were in place and ready to be detonated. There was one close call where he thought they were going to get caught, but they were able to hide quick enough and finish the task. Sehun was surprised to see the warehouse so empty and seemingly unguarded. It was enough to put him on edge, considering he knew from his time with the Baem that this was usually a well-secured building.

The little alarm bells in his head started ringing once they got to the rally point, and he noticed Chanyeol and his men weren't anywhere in sight. Sehun tried to calm himself because he knew they had another five minutes to get here but, with each minute that passed, Sehun grew increasingly worried.

Once the 15 minutes were up, and Chanyeol was still a no-show, Sehun immediately started making his way back toward the building. He makes it a few feet before one of his men grips his arm tightly.

"He said this wasn't a rescue mission."

"If you think I'm not going in there after my cousin, you're very much mistaken."

The man moves in front of him in an attempt to physically stop him, and Sehun has to stop himself from laughing. "It's been 15 minutes. We have to be in sync with the other groups, or backup will show up here to protect the warehouse."

"First of all," Sehun says, while removing the man's grip from his arm, "don't grab me like that again. Secondly, I don't give a fuck what Chanyeol said. I'm not leaving anyone behind, and I'm certainly not leaving five of them. I wouldn't leave any of you behind, so I'm not leaving my own family behind either. Give me five minutes, and if I'm not back, blow it up."

"We're not blowing up the building with you in it." Another one of his men says while stepping closer to them.

"But you'll do it with five other men in there?" Sehun asks with disappointment.

"I don't know what the hell happened while I was gone, but this is not how we do things, and we're not going to start now."

The man next to him bites his lip while looking over at the one who had the guts to stop Sehun before deciding for himself. "You're right. We don't leave anyone behind. We'll give you five minutes, but then we're coming in after you."

Sehun gives a curt nod, already planning the discussion he was going to have with his unit for the little stunt that was just pulled before running for the warehouse. He couldn't believe they were willing to leave the other men behind, and he didn't care if that's what Chanyeol told them to do. That wasn't how Sehun led them, and he was damn sure going to remind them of that.

Another small thought niggled at the back of his mind. Had they done that to him? Did they even bother to search for Sehun when we went missing, or did they just write him off like they were willing to do to Chanyeol?

Sehun pushes the thought aside as he enters the giant warehouse. He wildly looks around for a sign of anyone, but there's nothing. The building is almost eerily quiet, and Sehun knew this would end badly. He knew the warehouse, which held all different types of guns, usually had a minimum of 20 people loitering around. The fact that there was no one... it wasn't right.

Movement toward the back of the building caught his attention, and he took off toward it at full speed. He made it to the back of the building in less than 30 seconds, but when he rounded the same corner he saw the man go around, there was nothing, literally nothing, not even a door.

Sehun turns around, thinking there was a small chance he missed something and meets the end of a Glock. He looks past the barrel of the gun pointed directly in his face to meet the eyes of a Baem member he didn't recognize. Mentally, he let out a multitude of curse words, but physically, he kept his face completely blank.

"I don't know if I should say 'welcome home' or if I should shoot you for trespassing." The man smugly says.

Much to his disappointment, Sehun gives him nothing. No words or facial movements, just a blank stare while he waits to see what the man's next move will be. Once the man realizes this, he roughly grabs Sehun by his jacket and pushes him in front of him, down toward a short hallway. Sehun only makes it to the second door on the left before he's shoved into the room by the man behind him.

This was it. They were finally going to kill him. He couldn't decide if it was almost more cruel that he was given the chance to see the people he loved one last time or not. Would it be easier for them to let him go now that they got to see him and reunite, or would it hurt more?

However, Sehun was in for the shock of his life when he scans the room and sees his two closest allies kneeling on the ground while being tied up with guns pointed toward their heads.

His head shoots up, and he counts six other Baem members in the room, including the one who brought him here at gunpoint before his eyes fall back down to Chanyeol and Jaesuk.

If the other two men were free, there was a chance that the three of them could easily take on the other six men, but just Sehun himself? No way. There was also no way he'd get the chance to free his two friends from the chains that were attached to their hands and feet.

There was only one thing Sehun could do, and that was stall the Baem long enough for his unit to get to them.

He looks between Chanyeol and Jaesuk. One knowing exactly who the other was, while the other didn't have a clue. Chanyeol didn't know who Jaesuk was. He didn't know he was the one who protected him and guided him while his memory was gone, or that Jae was part of the reason this entire operation was possible. All he knew was there was some man tied up next to him, but Jae knew exactly who Chanyeol was. He knew how important his cousin was to him.

Jaesuk had clearly been beaten during or after his capture and Sehun was surprised and suspicious, yet very happy the man was still alive. Although... Sehun had to wonder why the Baem kept him alive or what their plan was.

The two men, though tied up, looked very pissed off that Sehun was in front of them, and not far away like he should've been. Sehun ignores them and looks around the room for whoever was in charge. That's when his eyes land on Minho. The man who had lied to him from the first moment he met him.

"Oh Sehun... I'm sad to see us in this situation."

"I'm sure you are," Sehun replies drily, causing a smirk to grow on Minho's face.

Sehun cautiously watches while Minho walks behind Chanyeol and Jaesuk's tied up bodies and spews more bullshit. "So, when did you get your memories back?"

"Does it really matter? It turns out I was able to help EXO even when I didn't have my memory."

Sehun really would give almost anything to wipe that smirk off of Minho's face, but his words just cause Minho to step towards Jaesuk and kick him swiftly in the ribs. Jae grunts in pain but remains in his kneeling position.

"Right. I'm sure this one provided enough of that information to you also."

"Jaesuk had nothing to do with it." Sehun defensively says, knowing it was futile but still trying to cover for him.

Chanyeol looks between Sehun and the man next to him in realization. It was clear once Sehun said his name, Chanyeol figured out that this was the Baem member Sehun had been working with.

When Minho didn't bother to respond to Sehun, he got a little worried. He knew he had to keep the Baem members talking if he wanted to give his unit enough time to get in here and offer some help.

"What do you even want, Minho?"

Minho glances over at Sehun in surprise. "What do I want? Well, I want your cousin here to die because he's my enemy, I want to torture Jaesuk for his betrayal, and I want to make you sit there and watch it all. However, I don't have the time for that, considering EXO is making a move on us as we speak, so I'm going to force you to choose instead."

An uneasy feeling creeps up Sehun's spine as he considers Minho's words. "Choose what?"

A cruel smirk grows on Minho's face as he walks back and forth behind Chanyeol and Jaesuk. "Which one of these two walks out of here alive. Your cousin or your ally?"

"And why would I do that?" Sehun tries to ask in a calm voice.

There was no fucking way he was going to choose who was going to live or die between Chanyeol and Jaesuk. He would never be able to go on with his life, supposing he was able to make it out of this room alive, knowing he saved one and not the other.

Minho shrugs like the answer was obvious. "Because if you don't, I'll kill them both."

"Why do you think I'm stupid enough to not know you're just going to kill them both anyway before coming after me?"

"See... if you choose, I'll let the other one go. Now, if he gets away fast enough will be up to him," he says with a smile. "I really only want you and Jaesuk, and I'm guessing you'll choose to free your cousin. This way, it's much more fun for me to watch Jaesuk realize you don't give a shit about him, and he betrayed us for nothing. On the other hand, the small chance you choose Jaesuk over Chanyeol is too delicious to pass up."

"I'm not choosing." Sehun refuses, avoiding the eyes of the two men kneeling on the floor. A minimum of three minutes had to have passed by now. He only had to stall for a tiny bit longer.

Minho lazily points a finger toward him. "See, if you don't choose, I'm killing all three of you right here, right now. Come on, Sehun! At least give one of them hope that they'll survive!"

To make his point clear, two Baem members step up on each side of Chanyeol and Jaesuk and point the barrels of their guns at their heads. Sehun heard movement from behind him and knew another member was pointing one at his as well.

He finally makes eye contact with his two allies again and finds rage simmering in their eyes, but... there's also a deadly calmness in them, like both men were prepared for whatever Sehun decided to do. It was almost unnerving.

"Come on, Sehun... Don't make me actually start to countdown." Minho taunts.

Sehun looks at him with an expression of pure hatred. If he makes it out of this alive, he's going to redefine what the word "torture" means, and he's going to enjoy every second of it.

Minho lets out a sigh. "Fine. We can do it this way too."

"3..."

"2..."

"1..."

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cultofdionysusnet · 1 year ago

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Check out this Masterlist of Sar's

Duty | Masterlist

Group: SuperM

Pairing: ??? x Fem!OC

Ongoing Word Count:

Rating: 18-21+

Genres, Tropes, & AUs: Non-Idol AU, Secret Agent/Spy AU, Good vs Evil, Colleagues to Lovers, Smut, Fluff, Angst

Content & Trigger Warnings: Agent!Reader, Agent!SuperM, kpop companies as organizations, battles between rivals, mentions of past deaths, violence, fighting, blood, death, murder, minor character death, mxm relationships, polyamory

Summary: "We have to fulfill our duty to the agency." "What about our duty to each other?" Several years after the Incident that left South Korea's world of espionage shattered and torn, Jun Kyungshi puts together a team of top agents to hunt down those who caused the devastation and put an end to their dark plans.

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Divider courtesy of @cafekitsune

Part One: Gathering Together

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fuckyeahexofics · 7 years ago

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fic search #159

Please use the reply function to answer these. If you do use the ask box (and we prefer you don’t) please give link, # of fic search and # of item in the search. Thank you.

1. Let Me Keep You by SapphireSeptember (pairing is Kaisoo)

ive been looking for this story and i dont recall who recced it. it was a vampire au with ksoo and (i believe) sehun as the main pairing and the vampires also have mama powers. and sehun sneaks into the city but looks like a child so kyungsoo (a librarian) takes care of him + then minseok or junmyeon have to find sehun + theyre his bodyguards. i think bbh was sehun’s brother + kris + yixing his parents. smth abt pcy being ksoo’s friend who died mysteriously a while back too. (1/2)

(2/2) also there was smth abt like having to kill ksoo to make him a vampire and junmyeon didnt think he would survive it bc it was difficult and painful but he does. all this starts bc sehun is like a vampire prince who lives isolated in the woods and just wants to see the city like in the stories minseok tells him. thank you so much!!!

2. The Proposal by jacktbfh

hello! im looking for a fic, it was baekyeol and baekhyun had to marry chanyeol, who was his assistant i think, and basically had to fake that they were engaged. and so baek and him went chanyeols parents house who told them they had to get married there and it was a big mess lmfao, but at the end they did end up liking each other. it was suuuper funny.

Hey, I'm looking for a fic. it's kris/lay fantasy fic and I think Kris was some kind of magician/sorcerer and he takes lay under his wing to train him as an apprentice to become his successor. it might have been based off the manga mahoutsukai no yome/the ancient magnus bride but I could be wrong. Thanks.

Hi I’m looking for a fic that I can’t remember the name of but I’m sure I read it on aff also the main ship was XIU-CHEN and they were like parents to Tao. There was other pairings in the story as well and it was a Wolfau i think. I also remember a part in the story where I think Chen was supposed to marry xiumin sister but instead he fell for xiumin and she’s gone crazier because of that and hates them

Hi! So uhm, i'm currently looking for this kaisoo drabble/oneshot fic, from aff, around 2012-2014? So kai was told by his mother to do this sort of karate/taekwondo/judo, because his mother thought his body didn't have abs anymore lol, and kyungsoo was his tutor. Kai was kinda the oldest among the participants there, and there was this sexual frustrations? A little bit of smut happened at the end I think. I'll be thankful and happy if you manage to find the title, thank you so much!

Hi admins, I hope you all doing alright. I need help finding a fic, it's a kaisoo genderswitch. I remember girl Kai going to a club and leaving with Kyungsoo and they have sex and there's a mirror on Kyungsoo's room where she sees Ksoo has a dragon tattoo, and the next morning when she goes to work she finds out Ksoo is her new boss. Hope you can help me. Thanks in advance

Hi! I'm looking for a hunhan fic that was originally in chinese but got translated to english on livejournal if I remember correctly. It's about how hunhan were childhood friends and sehun grew feelings for luhan but never confessed, until one day luhan was leaving sehun was pissed and didn't send him off. But luhan left a message: "you will always be my green plum bamboo horse". If you can't find it could you rec any childhood hunhan/kailu fics? thanks!!!

8. This is heaven (what I truly want) by lehunn in 8gmilk

Hi, I've been looking everywhere for a fic I found a while ago on LJ where Sehun is a camboy and he uses toys in front of a camera and then an 'anonymous' user asks him to use a bottle? (I think the author verified in the notes or comments that the anon was luhan later) would be great if you guys could help me find it))

im looking for a sebaek fic i started reading months ago and never finished. it was set in the united states, where there were only a few korean families in town. i think sehun might have been an immigrant, he got bullied sometimes by white kids in the school. baekhyun had some flashy/scene style and the other dudes thought he was gay so he was usually alone. sehuns family was very traditional while baekhyun had a lesbian single mom. i dont remember the plot other than this setting, sorry

10. Mr. and Mr. Kim by satsumasama

Hello, I'm looking for a fic with kai and kyungsoo in it. I remember reading it from AFF. Both kyungsoo and kai are some sort of agents but from a different agency. They are married but they did not know that they're both assasins/agents. Then kai got a mission to eliminate kyungsoo. Kai was shaken and tried to act normal. In the end they confronted each other at their apartment, destroying everything. sehun, tao, are sent in as backups. fighting also happened at the parking and car.

thanks to CHOCOLATERUN, BOYSBEFREE, SOO-MY-FANGIRL-HEART and anons!

#fic search #luhan: sehun #sex worker #baekhyun: chanyeol #fake dating!au #Spy!AU #D.O.: Kai #vampire!au

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la-femme-damnee · 4 years ago

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I’ve Got (You On) Your Back

Pt 2 of the Under Covers series

Characters: Xiumin x y/n Genre: spy au, graphic smut Rating: Mature (fem oral receiving, m/f sex) Word Count: 1.8k

After accepting a position at the EXO spy agency, you meet your first co-worker and ally.

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“Y/N, are you even listening?” Suho’s voice snapped you out of your reverie.

“What?” You responded, clearly having not paid attention to what he had said. Two unbelievably gorgeous men were walking down the hallway, laughing as they discussed some sort of fight one of them had had, and you couldn’t help but notice them. You made eye contact and smiled, and they smiled and nodded back, and you felt a wave of lust wash over you. They noticed you were with Suho, so they didn’t stop to introduce themselves, but you continued to make eyes at each other until they were out of sight. So needless to say, you were distracted.

Suho let out a soft chuckle. “That’s Kai and Sehun,” he offered, “Don’t worry, you’ll meet them soon enough.”

“I wasn’t worried,” you quipped back, maybe a little too quickly, “anyways, where are we going? The armory? Ooh, or to the tech lab? I’ve always wanted to see if those gadgets from movies really exist” you said excitedly.

“Not just yet, there’s someone more important you need to meet first”.

Suho guided you down the hallway until you reached a giant conference room with glass walls, which inside was filled with desks and people with headsets at computers. The far wall was covered with monitors and a giant electronic map dotted with lights. The sights and sounds left you completely in awe.

“This is our intelligence headquarters” Suho explained. “Here we know everything about everybody, even things the government doesn’t know. Everyone you see here is an intelligence agent. They don’t go in the field but are paired with our field agents to communicate any information they need and to keep track of their whereabouts to keep you safe. Your intelligence agent is your most important ally while you work here, understand? They’re essentially your lifeline, so you really want to make sure you’re bonded.”

“Yeah, yeah for sure, I understand.” You were feeling a little overwhelmed, but it was mostly excitement. You really were an EXO agent!

You took in all the sights and sounds as Suho guided you around the room, eventually stopping at a desk. “Y/N, this is Xiumin, he will be your intelligence agent from here on out.”

“Hi, Y/N, nice to meet you!” Xiumin smiled and reached out to shake your hand, and you couldn’t help but notice how cute he was. His messy dark hair and glasses had an awkward charm, and his smile was shy but also warm and genuine, and you immediately felt a connection.

“Well, now I’ll leave you two to get acquainted,” Suho turned to as though to leave, but then he leaned in slightly to whisper in your ear “Don’t be afraid to get to know him completely”, and with a knowing wink he walked away. You were a bit taken aback, but were grateful for the permission, as the more you looked at Xiumin, the more you wanted to see.

“Well, Xiumin, where to start?”

“It’s almost dinnertime, do you want to come over to my place? I’m craving kimchi soup, but we can’t exactly talk shop out in public”

“That’s perfect, kimchi soup is my favourite!”

“Yeah, I know” he giggled with a sheepish grin. “C’mon, I’ll text you the address.

”********** A few hours later your bowls were empty and Xiumin’s apartment was filled with the sounds of your laughter and conversation.

“Wait ok, so you’re saying Chanyeol from Tech and Sehun from Weapons pranked Baekhyun by giving him a taser that would backfire and shock himself?” You laughed in disbelief.

“Yeah, Suho was pissed that we were ‘wasting resources’ but mostly I think it’s because he wasn’t there to see the look on Baek’s face. We’re a really close group; in our line of work, we kinda have to be each other’s families. Do you want some coffee?” Xiumin offered as he was clearing the table. “Yes please”. Xiumin got to work at the espresso machine to quickly whipped up a very impressive latte, and you couldn’t help but admire his agile hands and toned arms.

“So Xiumin, I’m curious. How did you get involved in this agency?” you asked taking a sip.

“I’m not sure how much I can reveal, but let’s just say that I am really good with computers and have always had a bit of a daring streak. So, I may or may not have hacked into the wrong company’s database and Suho was the one who came to my rescue. He was impressed with my abilities and asked me to join, and well I couldn’t turn down that kind of opportunity.”

“That’s one way to get a job,” you laughed, “but I guess this isn’t the kind of career you have a normal interview for.”

“Yeah, nobody finds EXO, Suho finds them. He just…has an instinct about who has what it takes. Which is why EXO is the best agency there is.”

“The reputation is flawless. Honestly, I’m kind of shocked that he hired me.”

“I’m not,” Xiumin interjected “he texted me the minute he saw you to get your info, and your resume is incredible. School scores high in math and debate, a second-degree blackbelt in Taekwondo, a flawless record in high-stakes private security. You have everything it takes on paper, and well, I see what else it is that he sees in you…” He gazed at you, his eyes filled with an intensity that wasn’t there a moment ago and you could feel the energy in the room shifting.

“Wh…what do you mean by that?” you leaned forward to close the distance between the two of you.

“You just draw people to you, make them want to open up, make them want to please you. You’re…magnetic.” And with that he leaned across the table to kiss you, intensely but not forcefully, and you could sense him holding back as though he was waiting for your response. As he pulled away, wordlessly you got up and walked around the table to where he was sitting. He pulled out his chair as though to get up, but you placed your hand on his chest to stop him, pushing him back into his seat as you lowered yourself onto his lap, your legs straddling his. Xiumin nervously ran his hand through his hair, causing it to stand on end, but even that was sexy on him.

“Do you really want to please me?”

“Yes, Y/N, very much so” He reached up to grab the side of your face to pull you in for a kiss, more passionate than the last. As you kissed, he ran his hand down your body reaching under the hem of your shirt, gently caressing the bare skin of your waist. Instinctually you began to roll your hips, grinding against his lap, and as you felt him growing harder you moaned lightly into his mouth. Xiumin’s grip around you tightened and he seamlessly lifted you off his lap, he stood up and placed you onto the edge of the dining room table. As you continued making out you let your hands roam along his chest and began to undo the buttons on his shirt, revealing his perfectly toned torso. Xiumin broke your kiss to remove his shirt completely, allowing you a moment to take in how incredible he looked. He then tugged at your shirt, and you allowed him to take it off you.

“Lay back, Y/N” he said, and you complied. He pulled down the cups of your bra to reveal your breasts, and lightly licked your nipple, sending a shiver of pleasure through you. He seemed to sense this and began to gently suck on one of your nipples, while one hand delicately pinched the other and the other reached between your legs under your skirt to rub on your core over your panties. The combination of sensations was overwhelming, and you were quickly pushed to the edge.

“Please…more”

Xiumin pulled away to kneel down, pushed your skirt up and pushed aside your panties, running his finger through your wet folds causing you to whimper with pleasure. When his mouth made contact with your clit you couldn’t stop the yelp that escaped your throat. Xiumin to suck and flick your clit with his tongue and your orgasm came quickly and strong; you grabbed onto his hair as keeping him between your legs, and he steadied your hips as the orgasm rolled through you. As you came back to reality you relinquished your grasp and propped yourself on your elbows so you could look at him.

“So, did I make you happy?” he asked with a grin.

“Mhmm you really did. But I’m not done with you yet”

“Are you sure? I’m happy just to make you happy, Y/N”

“Yes, I want to feel you inside me. I want you completely.”

“Well, whatever you want, you should have” he murmured, standing up to undo his belt and pull down his pants, leaving him naked. His cock was already completely hard, and you could feel your body aching to have him fill you. He began to rub the head of his dick against your wetness, and you sat up to bring him closer to you. He entered you slowly, sending a wave of ecstasy through you. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and pulled him into a kiss as he began to thrust into you. Every time his cock hit your walls it caused a spark of pleasure, inching you closer to your next orgasm.

“Harder please!” you moaned, so Xiumin moved you off the table and positioned you on the floor, pushing your legs back which allowed him to thrust with longer, deeper strokes. In no time your vision began to blur as the intensity of cock sliding in and out of you pushed you over the edge again, your body shaking with your second orgasm.

“Fuck, your pussy feels so good when you come” Xiumin moaned, his voice higher pitched as he fought his own impending orgasm.

“Are you gonna cum for me?”

“Uh-huh,” he whimpered, “Can I please come on your tits?”

“Yes baby, cum all over my tits, please”.

Xiumin pulled out of you and stroked his cock as he released all over your chest, before slumping onto the floor beside you, a gleeful grin once again on his face.

“Well,” you said, pushing the hair off his sweaty forehead, “I guess we’ve really bonded then, haven’t we?”

“Yeah I guess we did,” he laughed. He motioned for you to come closer and so you nuzzled into the nook of his arm.

“Look, I’m no fool,” he continued, “I know I’ll never be the only man in your life. But I want you to know that you can count on me, for no matter what. If you ever need me, however you need me, I’m here for you.”

You looked up at him, smiling, before giving him one last sweet kiss. “Right now, being here with you like this, is everything I need.”

#exo smut #xiumin #xiumin smut #y/n #exo au #spy au #exo xiumin #exo #Cross posted to AO3

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