#chanyeol dance au

[winsmoke]

Inspired by Chanyeol’s “Tomorrow,” afab y/n x jaehyun, stand alone idol au, <1k of longing and pining, tiny angst & smut; minors dni

Jaehyun’s eyes follow you. Follow your eyes. Why aren’t they on his?

Somehow, amongst the high pitched chatter and glitzy music on the rooftop bar, you sense his gaze and within a minute, you approach him with a wobbly smile. It’s easy to tell that you’re trying to hide your excitement.

“Jaehyun,” you greet, covering your grin with your hands.

Jaehyun takes your hand in his. It’s warm like his.

He gently lifts your wrist, bringing the back of your hand up to his eyes. “Still wearing green nail polish?” he comments.

“Still blind?” you respond.

Jaehyun can’t think of what to say. He’s just smiling dumbly.

It’s been a month since he’s last seen you. It’s never often. And even when he’s lucky, and he gets a few days with you, it’s not enough. But you always come back to him. Whether it’s in his instagram comments or his dreams. You walk in and out of his life like you’re wandering around the world just to return to him.

He takes in your beauty and longs to slip his fingers between yours but there’s too many people around.

“Walk me out?” you ask, casually slipping your arm around his.

“You’re leaving already?” Jaehyun asks.

“Social battery’s drained,” you admit as you look longingly towards the doors.

“Let’s go somewhere quieter,” he suggests. “Catch up.”

You shake your head slowly, your tired expression surfacing. “It’s been a long day.”

In the elevator ride down, Jaehyun does his best to convince you otherwise.

Stay with me, Jaehyun tries to say while trying to tempt you into getting ice cream with him. You’ve always had a sweet tooth but you’re quick to refuse. You’re sad but firm.

In the flash of darkness as the elevator doors pull part, Jaehyun watches as your eyes squeeze together. As if getting yourself ready to leave him.

But he bites back the disappointment and watches your Uber drive away.

“Tomorrow,” you had promised before getting in the car. “I’ll text you tomorrow.”

Tomorrow, Jaehyun thinks solemnly.

Tomorrow’s another full day. Carted to SM headquarters for meetings, dance and vocal practice until exhaustion takes over and then he’s carted back. Another day of being monitored, of monitoring.

That’s what makes you so special. Somehow so separate from all of that. No one knows about you.

My secret. Mine without being mine.

There’s these small windows of escape that you provide. And tomorrow with you promises another day of escape.

In his bed, Jaehyun wonders what you’ll text him. He wonders if you’ll continue to unravel him. He wonders how much he’ll allow to be unraveled.

If he could just let go, you could be his. If he could just let you in, you’d be in his arms right now. How can he tell you how much he needs you when he doesn’t know himself?

If only he could admit how much he misses your voice and how wonderful you sound when you’re humming your favorite songs. How he adores your ranting and your strange way of sneezing.

Your birthday and christmas cards on his nightstand, he touches them the way he wants to touch your cheek.

He can imagine how it’d be living with you and not with his members. There would be no closed doors, no privacy.

He has the feeling that you’d want to be naked all the time. That he’d want you to be naked all the time.

Jaehyun longs for the body that isn’t his. He claws over your body in his mind. Thinks about how he would make out with you for hours, raking over your ass, hips, boobs, and thighs until they’re shivering with need. He thinks about teasing you endlessly until you’re begging to be filled. Tasting you and fucking you until neither of you can think.

He knows you want him. You know he wants you. But for now, his imagination has to be enough.

He imagines you giving him head in the shower. Thinks about bending you over the bed. Jaehyun tries watching porn but what gets him off is thinking about how’d you moan for him.

He’s reaching for his phone, reaching for you. He needs to call you, needs to hear your voice. But what would he say?

Finger lingering over the FaceTime button, Jaehyun imagines you asleep in your achingly empty bed. You’d be cranky if he calls now. But he likes you when your cranky. But not quite like.

Jaehyun sighs, letting his phone fall next to his shoulder before closing his eyes.

Maybe tomorrow. He’ll tell you he loves you then.

[peachesvanilla]

Dancing with the stranger

description: A red string binds soulmates together, it never breaks or cut or dies down. In a world of pure love and hookups, what if your soulmate turns out to be the person you least expected? What if that person is your professor? Amidst desperation and constant reminder of the red string tying them together, will it get its happy ending or ends up in chaos or worst, with a hook up.

characters: Baekhyun, reader, Chanyeol

genres: angst, soulmate au, professor!Baekhyun, student!reader, age gap

warnings: unedited

taglist: @archernarbeta @andimoon @blue-rainydays @redxbloom

part - 1 part - 2

“ID.” The bouncer extends his hand. 

I dig my wallet for my ID and hand him it. He eyes my shaky hands, his head tilting to the right a little, doubts clouding his head. He grabs my ID, checks the card and looks up at me three times to make sure I’m not carrying a fake ID. I grip my wallet tightly with my sweaty hands, and look around the dimly lit area. 

Hyejin suggested this club, saying it is the most happening place right now. Hot place to people looking for hookups. 

The man behind me is breathing up my neck, crowding all over my personal space. I take a step forward to get away from him but he does the same. I snap back at him, glaring with all my might to scare him off. 

He gives a sleek smile, his eyes dropping to my bare shoulders, and the deep cut of my neckline. 

“Go in.” The bouncer hands me my ID back, “stay safe.” He shakes his head as I pass by him and join Hyejin inside the club, “kids these days. Can’t wait a little longer.” 

I scoff. What does he know? 

“Don’t mind them.” Hyejin grabs my hand, “you are smoky hot.” She giggles giving me a once over. “I bet finding a hookup will be easy.” She drags me inside the club, sudden loud music blasting my ears. 

The dance floor is crowded. Men and women are occupied in dancing, but with seconds passing I can see their hands disappearing under their partner’s clothes. My neck is hot in embarrassment and fear. What am I doing here? 

I’m not one of them. I can’t let anyone other than my soulmate lay a finger on me. How can I even think I can hookup? This is a bad idea. A very bad one. 

“I don’t think—” my words fell out to find Hyejin disappeared from my side. Where did she go now? Do I have to go deeper into the club to find her? 

My eyes sweep around the loud crowd, the drinks at the counter kept on coming. Dark corners are occupied with couples making out, sometimes I can see three of them. My heart sinks to my stomach, as everything slowly registers in my brain. 

No, no, no. I don’t belong here. Shall I go back home and beg Mr.Byun again? Maybe this time if I can show him something new, something… something what? What will make him want me? 

“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” People’s chant crashes through my thoughts of despair. Few of them push me while making their way around the dance floor joining others in cheering. 

Why are they cheering for others to kiss? It’s not even like they are soulmates? A scoff escapes me. All this for a hookup? I turn my back to the crowd, ready to search for Hyejin. Hookups are for losers. Why would they invest so much time in something that will break you apart in the end? 

The hickey on Mr.Byun’s neck flashes across my mind. Is it something worthier than having your soulmate? 

The crowd cheers, clapping and hooting. Maybe it is. Maybe it is better than burying yourself under a blanket and counting days. I step on the dance floor, pushing myself into the boisterous people. 

A couple is kissing. The woman’s back is facing towards me, tipping on her toes to reach her man. His smile is so wide that it can split his face into half, his hand on her neck fingers disappearing into her hair and another one holding her waist. He slowly pulls her towards him, peppering kisses around her lips. Girls beside me coos with a bittersweet smile. Others hold their partner’s hand giving shy smiles to each other.

The man breaks the kiss, tucks her head under his neck, burying her in between his arms. His entire being beaming with happiness. 

“Ah, first kiss.” The girl beside me says, holding her hand on her barely covered chest. “Innocent days.” She turns to the man beside her and winks. 

“We can do it too.” He shouts in her ear, biting the shell of her ear before trailing kisses from her cheek to her lips. 

I gulp. Why is everyone kissing so openly? Isn’t that for behind the bedroom doors. The girl moans so loud, earning hoots from others, and raising chills on my skin. From the corner of my eye I see her skirt is pulled up slightly as he rubs circles on her bare skin. God, no. 

I start toward the exit, I can meet Hyejin at home. Spending one more minute in this hideous, lustful place will make me explode. The search for cabs on my phone is unsuccessful. 

I knock into someone, my phone drops onto the sticky dirty floor. I gasp when someone who entered the club kicked it somewhere. 

“One thing. At least one thing can go right in my life.” I utter to myself. “Why can’t—”

“What are we searching for?” 

I scream feeling a stranger’s breath on my neck. I ram my elbow into his stomach, pushing him off of me. He kneels over howling in pain, holding his chest. A smile spreads across me realizing I haven't lost my strength yet. 

He holds my hand for support, still ducking down. His long strands hanging down, his eyes are closed. I narrow my eyes, noticing his lip corner is tilted up, I lean in closer to make sure he isn’t smiling. How can he smile when I hit him hard? 

He tilts his chin towards me, eyes brimming with mischief. He narrows the space between our faces, his eyes running across my face. I stand rooted in my place, my breath stuck in my throat. This stranger, this boy, no, this man, is handsome. 

“That was a good hit.” He stands straight. I tilt my head up to maintain our eye contact. He runs his hand through his hair, “new?” 

Tattoos are all over his hand. He grabs my arm, dragging me away before I can even reply or register where he is taking us. We are sitting on a table in some part of the club that’s less crowded and low music playing in the background. This kind of place exist in clubs? 

He drags a chair out for me, smiling patiently for me to sit while holding the chair. Once I’m all settled, he slowly pushes the chair closer to the table and occupies the other one opposite to mine. 

What’s happening? Before I can even come back to my senses and demand what the heck he is doing, he smiles again but this time his dimple pops out. God. 

“You didn’t answer me. First time?” He rests his chin on his hand propped up on the table. 

“I don’t see why I need to answer you.” I frown, unsurely. I was looking for Hyejin ten minutes ago and now I’m with a stranger..? 

“Oh, come on. We are at the club for broken hearts.” The table couldn’t house his long legs, his knees bumping into mine every time he shifts in his chair. “Everyone has a story, a sad one at least.” 

I clasp my fingers on my lap, digging my nails into my skin, should I be here? What am I doing? He is a complete stranger. What if he is a psycho? Or a pervert? 

“I’m not this kind of girl.” The words slip through before I can take them back. I look in his eyes for any kind of disbelief or mockery. Everyone starts with I’m not this type. But in the end they end up being that girl. 

He patiently waits for me to continue. 

“I don’t know what I was thinking. Coming here out of all the places. But I can’t stay in my room crying day and night, right?” 

I look at him again to get confirmation or am I seeking his approval? He nods. 

“Why will anyone come here? Of course their soulmate rejected them.” I drag my hands across my face, “worst possible case. He sees me as a child. A kid. Borderline like an embarrassment in his life.” 

“That's an asshole of him to make you feel.” He frowns, the twinkle in his eyes missing. Was there twinkle in his eyes all this time? 

“Yeah, no, I don’t know.” I lick my lips, my fingers shaking a little as I prepare myself to say, “he is older, older than me. Maybe like nine years older?”

“Ah,” he hums.

“And he is my professor.” 

“Fuck.” His mouth hangs open a little, “that’s craziest shit he has ever written.” He points his finger towards the sky. “Forbidden kind. Interesting.”

I kick his shin. He grins lopsidedly, caging my legs between his humongous ones. I glare at him, trying to free myself from him. He chuckles at my efforts, he leans in closer and presses my nose, “boop.”

My hair stands behind my neck, warmth spreading all over me. “You can’t just… you can’t just do that…” I rub my nose trying to not feel anything. 

He chuckles and rubs my head. “Cute. Do you wanna go hit the dance floor?” 

“What?”

“Oh, I’m Chanyeol by the way.” He grabs my hand and shakes it. 

[oneskynground]

Keeping Up Appearances

• Genres: EXO Baekhyun Fanfic, college au, slice-of-life

• Written as: one short borderline just a prompt

• Authors note: literally the second thing I dropped here. Warning because this is some messy writing. Literally the first draft. Didn't proof read, hope I make sense. English is not my first language folks

Baekhyun is bothered that everyone around him seems to like Nia, the widely regarded student of the arts department. Having transferred in the second semester, the show was basically running when he got here. While hes only heard words of praise about her even from his friends — who'd been here since their first year, Chanyeol and Sehun. He just couldn't put a finger about what's off.

Nia seems to be friendly with everyone as well. Little miss congeniality couldn't pass the halls without smiling to someone, or nodding to someone else while catching up with another. In every department in this enormous college, she had built a connection. With people following and listening to her every word, Baekhyun couldn't exactly recognize if it was charisma, authority or confidence. Perhaps all three.

As the new comer, Baekhyun has the freshest set of eyes. With the point of view to watch and observe with a clean slate. No context of everyone or anything.

That's when he sees it. When as soon as they're out of her sight, those welcoming smiles would drop. She'd be the most reserved person in the room. Her presence is freezing the air.

Nia is friendly to everyone except for him. That is despite the fact they are roommates living in the same apartment. Although when you think about it, Nia is more like his landlord, or like an Airbnb host.

In an ocean of crowds he'd find her. When Chanyeol and the others began to hang out with her, he'd watch him in the corner of his eye. Anticipating how she reacts, how she smiles with every interaction with anyone. Then he'd be in awe of how swift her expressions change. Every now and then she'd catch him looking her way and Baekhyun would see how her brows twitch. That newly discovered dance they make every time keeps them equally on edge.

He was keen on figuring her out as if she's a puzzle with pieces he can't quite put together.

But Baekhyun knew better than to mess with the town's favorite. So he beat around the bush and this bothered ick of his evolved into intrigue.

[ff-rtp]

Ballet in blood

Part 5

Genre : angst ,fluff , some smut? Mafia!AU

Pairing : Chanyeol x fem!reader

Warnings⚠️: mentions of violence, shouting, guns, drugs, swearing alcool and some spicy scenes .

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Chapter 5

Days passed, but N/a couldn’t shake the feeling that Chanyeol’s presence had left behind in the ballet studio. His intensity lingered like an echo, threading through her thoughts no matter how much she tried to focus on her studies or her ballet routines. At first, she tried to rationalize it, he was dangerous, he was from a world she had no business being part of, but the more she thought about him, the harder it became to resist the pull.

It wasn’t just the thrill of the unknown, although there was something undeniably exciting about the danger that surrounded him. It was something deeper, something she hadn’t felt with anyone else. His rawness, his contradictions, cold and violent, yet protective and quietly vulnerable, it all tugged at something inside her, something that was beginning to want him despite the warning bells in her head.

N/a tried to push it all down, to focus on what mattered: her scholarship, her ballet, the life she’d worked so hard to build. But late at night, when she was alone, her thoughts kept drifting back to him. To the way his gaze had locked onto hers in the studio, the quiet promise in his voice when he said he wouldn’t hurt her.

One evening, Sunny convinced her to take a break from the academy’s grueling routine. They sat together in N/a’s small apartment, surrounded by textbooks and dance shoes, when Sunny’s phone buzzed.

“Another party tonight,” Sunny said, grinning. “Same place as last time. You need to get out of here.”

N/a hesitated, remembering how she had felt the last time they went to the club, the intensity, the danger, the way Chanyeol had stepped in to protect her. She wasn’t sure if she could handle being around him again, not when her thoughts were already so tangled.

“I don’t know, Sunny. I should probably stay in, catch up on some sleep,” N/a said, though even she could hear the lack of conviction in her voice.

Sunny rolled her eyes, crossing her arms as she leaned back on the couch. “You’ve been saying that every night for the past week. Come on, N/a, you need a break. You’ve been working yourself to the bone.”

N/a bit her lip, glancing down at the half-empty cup of tea in her hands. She wanted to protest, to argue that her scholarship was on the line and she couldn’t afford to be distracted. But deep down, she knew it wasn’t just about the work. She was afraid of what might happen if she saw Chanyeol again. Afraid of how much she wanted to.

Finally, she sighed, setting the cup down. “Fine. But just for a little while.”

Sunny grinned, grabbing her by the arm. “That’s the spirit!”

When they arrived at the club, N/a’s anxiety returned in full force. The pulsating music, the sea of people, the dimly lit corners, it all felt too familiar, too close to the last time she had been here. The time when everything had changed.

Her eyes scanned the crowd instinctively, looking for him, even though she knew she shouldn’t. There was no sign of Chanyeol, and a part of her felt both relieved and disappointed.

The night wore on, and N/a found herself relaxing, if only a little. Sunny was right, she needed this break, needed to breathe outside of the suffocating walls of the ballet academy. She danced with her friend, laughed, and let the music carry her, pushing thoughts of Chanyeol aside for as long as she could.

But she couldn’t ignore the subtle tension that buzzed under the surface of the night. The people around her, the air thick with something more than just the party atmosphere, it was that same sense of danger, of something lurking just beneath the surface. And she couldn’t shake the feeling that Chanyeol was nearby, even if she couldn’t see him.

It wasn’t long before her instincts were proven right.

As she stepped off the dance floor, someone bumped into her, spilling a drink down her arm. She turned quickly, startled, and found herself face-to-face with a man she didn’t recognize. His eyes were bloodshot, his expression a little too eager as he thrust another drink into her hand.

“Here, sorry about that,” he slurred, grinning as he handed her the drink.

N/a hesitated, her instincts flaring. Something about the man felt off, but she didn’t want to make a scene. She nodded politely, taking the glass with the intention of setting it down as soon as he walked away.

But before she could, a familiar figure appeared beside her. Chanyeol.

His presence was sudden, like a shadow that had melted into the crowd without warning. He was right there, towering over the man who had given her the drink, his face cold and unreadable. N/a’s breath caught in her throat as she met his gaze, the same intensity from before crashing back into her.

Without a word, Chanyeol took the glass from her hand and set it down on a nearby table, his fingers brushing hers for the briefest moment. The touch sent a jolt through her, but she barely had time to process it before Chanyeol turned to the man who had given her the drink.

“Don’t ever give her anything again,” Chanyeol said, his voice low and dangerous.

The man blinked, confused and a little scared. “I didn’t mean—”

“I don’t care what you meant,” Chanyeol cut him off, his eyes narrowing. “You don’t touch her. You don’t talk to her. Do you understand?”

The man nodded quickly, backing away as Chanyeol’s towering figure seemed to grow even more imposing.

When the man finally slunk away into the crowd, Chanyeol turned back to N/a, his expression softening just a fraction. His eyes scanned her face, checking to make sure she was okay.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he said quietly, his voice firm but not unkind.

N/a’s heart raced, a mix of emotions swirling inside her. She knew he was right, this wasn’t her world. She didn’t belong here, among the dangerous undercurrents and the people who didn’t think twice about putting drugs in someone’s drink. But the way Chanyeol had stepped in, the way he had protected her without hesitation, it stirred something in her that was hard to ignore.

“I’m fine,” she said, her voice steadier than she felt. “It was just a drink.”

Chanyeol’s jaw tightened, his eyes flicking down to the glass he had taken from her. “You don’t know what was in it.”

N/a swallowed, the gravity of his words settling in. She had been so focused on trying to blend in, trying to convince herself that she could handle being in this world, that she hadn’t even considered how vulnerable she really was.

But before she could say anything else, Chanyeol spoke again, his voice quieter this time.

“You need to be careful, N/a,” he said, his eyes locking onto hers with a seriousness that sent a shiver down her spine. “This isn’t your world. And I can’t always be there to stop things from happening.”

His words hung in the air between them, heavy with meaning. N/a knew what he was saying, he was warning her, telling her that she needed to walk away before she got hurt. But the more she looked at him, the more she realized that walking away was the last thing she wanted to do.

Because despite everything, she wanted him.

Chanyeol’s eyes never left N/a’s, his brow furrowing as something flickered in his expression, something more than just the usual guarded intensity. There was a shadow of worry lurking behind those dark eyes, and N/a could feel the shift in the air, the tension that seemed to tighten around them like a coiled wire.

He had always seemed dangerous, a man who could control any situation with a single look or word, but this was different. He wasn’t just dangerous, he was on edge.

Without warning, Chanyeol’s phone vibrated in his pocket, breaking the charged silence between them. His jaw clenched as he pulled it out and glanced at the screen. His body tensed, and the hint of calm he had been trying to maintain shattered. N/a could feel the change in him, and it sent a wave of unease through her.

“Shit,” Chanyeol muttered under his breath.

“What’s wrong?” N/a asked, her voice quieter now, as if the rising tension between them had crept into her words.

Chanyeol’s fingers tightened around his phone, his gaze flickering around the club, scanning the faces in the crowd with an intensity that made N/a’s heart race.

“Enemies,” he said, his voice low, barely audible over the pounding music. “There’s a rumor… that some people are looking for me tonight. People who don’t care who gets in their way.”

N/a’s stomach dropped. Her pulse quickened as the weight of his words sank in. This wasn’t just about drugs or shady deals, this was something far more dangerous. And suddenly, the crowded, pulsing energy of the club felt suffocating, like the walls were closing in on them.

Before she could process the situation fully, Chanyeol’s phone buzzed again. This time, he glanced at the screen briefly, and N/a saw the name Baekhyun flash across the top of the message.

Baekhyun: “Confirmed. They’re here. Be careful, hyung.”

Chanyeol’s lips pressed into a thin line. The cool, calculated mask he usually wore was slipping, and what was left was raw, unfiltered worry. He didn’t waste any time; in one swift motion, he grabbed N/a’s hand, pulling her closer to him.

“We need to leave. Now,” he said, his voice tight with urgency.

N/a’s eyes widened, her heart thudding in her chest. “What? Why? Who—”

“Not now,” Chanyeol cut her off, his tone sharp but protective. “Just trust me.”

Without another word, he began guiding her through the thick crowd, weaving between groups of partygoers who were too lost in the music and the haze of alcohol to notice the undercurrent of danger that now pulsed through the air. N/a followed closely, her hand still in his, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of what was happening.

Her thoughts whirled, Chanyeol had enemies, dangerous people who were here, in this very club, looking for him. The weight of that realization made her dizzy, and she had to fight to keep her breathing steady. This wasn’t just a casual encounter anymore; this was life-threatening.

Chanyeol’s grip tightened around her hand, pulling her closer as they neared the exit. His body language was tense, every movement purposeful and cautious. He kept glancing over his shoulder, scanning the room with the precision of someone who had been in situations like this before.

But just as they reached the edge of the dance floor, a sharp crack rang out through the air, cutting through the music like a lightning strike. N/a’s blood turned to ice as the unmistakable sound of gunshots echoed in the club, sending a wave of panic crashing over the crowd.

Screams erupted as people scattered in every direction, chaos unfolding in an instant. Bodies slammed into each other as people scrambled to find cover, knocking over tables and chairs in their desperate attempt to escape. The music cut off abruptly, replaced by the deafening sound of panic and fear.

N/a’s heart raced as she instinctively ducked, but Chanyeol pulled her back up, his grip firm and unyielding as he pushed her ahead of him toward the nearest exit. His focus was razor-sharp, his eyes scanning for any signs of danger.

“Keep your head down and stay close,” he ordered, his voice low but urgent. “We need to move.”

N/a could barely hear him over the pounding of her own heartbeat. Her pulse raced as adrenaline flooded her system, her body reacting to the primal fear that came with the sound of gunfire. She didn’t know what was happening, but she trusted Chanyeol. He knew what to do. He had been in situations like this before, he had to be.

They moved quickly through the crowd, dodging panicked partygoers and broken glass as the chaos spread. More gunshots rang out, each one sending another ripple of terror through the room. N/a’s mind was spinning, her instincts telling her to run, to find safety, but she stayed by Chanyeol’s side, knowing that he was the only thing standing between her and real danger.

As they reached a narrow hallway leading to a back exit, Chanyeol’s phone buzzed again. He glanced at it quickly, his expression hardening.

Baekhyun: “They’re closing in on the south entrance. Be careful.”

“Shit,” Chanyeol muttered again, his hand tightening around N/a’s as they picked up the pace. He led her toward a dimly lit exit at the end of the hallway, his movements growing more urgent with every passing second.

Just as they reached the door, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed from behind them. Chanyeol’s body tensed as he turned, shielding N/a with his own body as he quickly scanned the space around them. His gaze was sharp, calculating, every muscle in his body coiled like a spring ready to strike.

N/a’s breath caught in her throat, her pulse racing as she felt the tension in the air grow thicker. Whoever was after Chanyeol, they were getting closer, and there was no time left to think.

Chanyeol opened the exit door with a forceful shove, pushing N/a through before he followed, the cold night air hitting them like a slap. They stumbled into the alley behind the club, the noise from inside muffled by the thick brick walls. The alley was dark, lit only by a flickering streetlight at the far end, and it felt impossibly quiet compared to the chaos they had just escaped.

But they weren’t safe yet.

“Stay close,” Chanyeol whispered, his voice low and tense. He kept a firm grip on her hand as they moved quickly down the alley, his eyes scanning every shadow for signs of danger.

N/a’s heart pounded in her chest, her mind spinning as the reality of the situation sank in. This wasn’t just a brush with danger, this was life-or-death. And she was right in the middle of it because of Chanyeol.

But as they moved through the darkened streets, one thought kept swirling in her mind, louder than the fear, louder than the chaos.

She didn’t want to let go of him.

The alley had felt like an escape, a fragile moment of safety amidst the chaos. The cold air hit N/a’s face as they emerged from the club, and for a second, it seemed like they had made it out, that they were safe. Chanyeol’s grip on her hand loosened just slightly, his eyes still scanning their surroundings for any threat. The adrenaline was still rushing through N/a’s veins, her body trembling as her mind tried to catch up with everything that had just happened.

But safety was an illusion.

Just as they turned a corner, out of the shadows stepped a figure, tall, imposing, and silent. Before N/a could process what was happening, cold metal pressed against the back of her head. A gun. Her entire body froze, her breath caught in her throat, and her vision blurred as panic flooded her senses. She could feel the sharpness of the gun barrel against her skin, a terrifying reminder of how fragile life was in that moment.

Her eyes immediately filled with tears, panic consuming her. Every thought flew out of her mind except for one, she was going to die.

Chanyeol’s body went rigid beside her. His entire demeanor shifted in a heartbeat, transforming from the careful, strategic man who had led her through the chaos into something much darker, much more dangerous. She could see it in the way his shoulders tensed, the way his eyes, so cold and calculating moments ago, now glowed with barely contained rage. It was like a switch had flipped inside him.

The man holding the gun against N/a’s head sneered, his voice low and mocking. “You thought you could just walk out of here, Chanyeol? You’re more arrogant than I thought.”

Chanyeol didn’t respond. His jaw clenched, and in a split second, he moved. Before the man could react, Chanyeol was on him, his hand grabbing the gun and twisting it violently out of his grasp. The gun clattered to the ground as the man cried out in pain, but Chanyeol didn’t stop. His fist collided with the man’s face with a brutal force, sending him crashing against the brick wall.

N/a stumbled backward, her body trembling with shock as she watched Chanyeol unleash his fury on the man. His fists came down again and again, each blow filled with a rage that made N/a’s heart pound in her chest. It was terrifying and yet impossible to look away from. This was the side of Chanyeol she had only glimpsed before, the violent, merciless side that ruled over this dangerous world.

The man’s face was a bloody mess by the time Chanyeol was done with him, his body slumped against the wall, barely conscious. Chanyeol stepped back, his breathing heavy, his hands stained with blood. For a moment, the alley was eerily quiet, the only sound the distant hum of the city beyond.

Then, as if snapping out of a trance, Chanyeol turned to N/a.

She was standing there, frozen, her wide eyes still filled with tears, her body shaking from the shock of what had just happened. The terror she felt hadn’t left her, but it was mixed with something else, something that made her feel even more vulnerable. Because as much as she had feared the man who had held the gun to her head, it was Chanyeol’s brutality that truly scared her.

But then he moved toward her, and his expression shifted. The rage melted away, replaced by a softness she hadn’t expected. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her against his chest. His touch was firm, protective, and for the first time since the chaos began, N/a felt a tiny flicker of safety return.

“I won’t let anyone hurt you,” Chanyeol whispered, his voice rough but filled with a quiet intensity that made N/a’s heart ache.

Her body responded before her mind could catch up. Her arms moved to wrap around him, her hands clutching the back of his jacket as she buried her face against his chest. She was still trembling, still overwhelmed with everything that had happened, but in his embrace, the terror slowly began to ebb away.

He held her tightly, as if he was afraid she would disappear if he let go, his breath warm against her hair. For a long moment, they stood there in the alley, the world around them falling away, leaving just the two of them clinging to each other in the aftermath of violence.

N/a wasn’t sure how long they stood there like that, but eventually, her mind began to clear, and reality started to creep back in. She pulled away slightly, just enough to look up at Chanyeol. His eyes were softer now, his brow furrowed in concern as he studied her face.

“I’m… I’m okay,” N/a said, her voice barely more than a whisper, though she wasn’t sure if she was trying to convince him or herself.

Chanyeol’s hand came up to cup her face gently, his thumb brushing away the tear that had escaped down her cheek. His touch was so gentle, so different from the violent man she had just witnessed moments ago.

“You shouldn’t have been here,” he said quietly, his voice thick with guilt. “This isn’t your world. I shouldn’t have let you get dragged into this.”

N/a swallowed hard, the weight of his words pressing down on her. He was right, she didn’t belong here. But at the same time, she had chosen to stay by his side, despite everything. She had been curious, drawn to him in ways she couldn’t fully explain. And now, standing in the aftermath of danger, she realized just how deep that pull went.

Before she could respond, though, her eyes widened in sudden realization.

“Sunny,” she breathed, her heart skipping a beat. “I left her inside. She doesn’t know what’s happening.”

Panic flared in her chest again, but Chanyeol quickly placed his hands on her shoulders, steadying her.

“I’ll take care of it,” Chanyeol repeated, his voice low but resolute. His eyes never left hers, conveying a sense of control, a calm she hadn’t expected from the man who had just unleashed so much violence. His hands remained steady on her shoulders, grounding her amidst the storm of her thoughts.

“But—” N/a started, her mind racing with thoughts of Sunny, her best friend still inside, completely unaware of the danger surrounding her.

Chanyeol gave a brief shake of his head, cutting her off. “Trust me.”

Before N/a could protest further, Chanyeol pulled out his phone, quickly typing a message. She saw the name Sehun flash on the screen. He typed swiftly, his expression unreadable, but the tension in his jaw spoke volumes.

Chanyeol: “Get Sunny. Now. Bring her somewhere safe.”

He looked back at N/a, his gaze softening as he put his phone away. “Sehun will get her out. She’ll be fine.”

N/a bit her lip, trying to calm her racing heart. She trusted him, maybe more than she should, but this world was so foreign to her, and the fear for Sunny was gnawing at her insides. Yet, in Chanyeol’s arms, with his firm assurances, she felt some of that anxiety start to ease.

“Okay,” she whispered, though her voice trembled slightly.

Chanyeol gave a small nod, releasing her shoulders, but his hand lingered on her arm as if to make sure she was still grounded, still with him. His touch sent a warmth through her that conflicted with everything she had just seen. This world, the violence, the danger, it was suffocating, but in him, she found a strange sense of security.

They stood in the dark alley for a moment, both of them trying to process what had just happened. N/a’s mind raced, flipping between fear, shock, and something much deeper, a curiosity about this man who was so cold and violent one moment, yet so gentle with her the next.

The silence between them stretched, filled with unspoken tension. She glanced up at him, searching his face, trying to understand him. His expression had softened, but beneath that calm exterior, she could see the lingering anger, the way his body was still coiled tight like a spring, ready to snap again if needed.

“Why did you do that?” N/a finally asked, her voice quiet but edged with confusion. “You didn’t have to… beat him like that.”

Chanyeol’s eyes darkened for a brief second, a shadow passing over his face. “He threatened you,” he said simply, as if that explanation was enough.

“And that’s it?” N/a pressed, her heart pounding. “You just… reacted?”

Chanyeol’s gaze softened again, and for a moment, she saw a flicker of something, regret? , in his eyes. “I don’t let anyone hurt the people I care about,” he said, his voice low, almost vulnerable. “Not ever.”

N/a’s breath hitched at his words. The way he said it, the weight behind it, felt so personal, so raw. She couldn’t help the way her heart fluttered at the intensity of his gaze, the way he looked at her as if she were something precious, something he would protect at all costs.

But at the same time, it terrified her. This world he lived in, the violence that came so naturally to him, it wasn’t her world. It never would be. She had always been so focused, so determined to stay on her path, to keep her life in order. Chanyeol was chaos. He was the kind of danger that could pull her under if she let him.

And yet, she couldn’t ignore the pull she felt toward him.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Chanyeol’s phone vibrating again. He pulled it out, glancing down at the screen.

Sehun: “Got her. She’s safe.”

Chanyeol let out a small breath of relief. He showed N/a the message, and she exhaled, her shoulders sagging with the weight of her worry for Sunny finally lifting.

“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the faint sounds of the city around them.

Chanyeol pocketed his phone, his gaze returning to her. He stepped closer, closing the distance between them, his hand brushing lightly against her arm again. “I told you,I won’t let anyone hurt you, or the people you care about.”

His words were like a promise, and N/a found herself drawn in once again by the quiet intensity in his voice. She wanted to believe him, wanted to trust that he could protect her, even as everything inside her screamed that this was dangerous, that getting closer to him would pull her deeper into a world she wasn’t ready for.

But standing there, with his warmth so close, the memory of his embrace still lingering, she found herself wavering.

N/a swallowed hard, trying to find the words to push him away, to tell him that this wasn’t her world, that she couldn’t be a part of it. But when she opened her mouth, the words didn’t come.

Instead, all she could manage was a quiet, “What happens now?”

Chanyeol’s gaze flickered over her face, his expression unreadable for a moment. Then, he took a step back, giving her some space, as if sensing the turmoil inside her.

“We’ll get you home,” he said, his voice steady. “Somewhere safe. You don’t need to worry about anything else tonight.”

But even as he said it, N/a knew that wasn’t true. Things weren’t that simple. Not anymore.

Chanyeol turned slightly, pulling his phone out again, likely to arrange for a car. But N/a found herself stepping closer to him, her hand lightly brushing his arm.

“Chanyeol,” she whispered, her voice soft but filled with the weight of everything she couldn’t say.

He turned back to her, his eyes locking onto hers, and for a moment, the world around them seemed to still. N/a wasn’t sure what she was trying to tell him, maybe she didn’t even know herself. All she knew was that something between them had shifted, something deeper than just physical attraction or curiosity.

Something dangerous, but undeniable.

Chanyeol reached up, his hand cupping her face again, his thumb brushing gently across her cheek. His touch was tender, careful, as if he were afraid of breaking her. “You don’t have to be afraid,” he whispered.

But N/a knew, deep down, that it wasn’t just fear of the world around them that made her tremble. It was fear of him, of what he made her feel, of the way her heart raced when he was close. And that scared her more than anything.

Yet, despite the fear, she found herself leaning into his touch, closing the distance between them as the tension between them pulled tighter.

And then, in the quiet of that dark alley, with danger still looming in the shadows, N/a let herself fall deeper into the pull she couldn’t resist.

The ride to Chanyeol’s home was quiet, the tension between them still thick in the air, though it had softened into something more intimate, something unspoken. N/a sat beside him in the backseat, her body still trembling slightly from the adrenaline and fear of the night. She found herself stealing glances at him, watching the way his hands rested on his lap, strong and capable, yet so careful when they had touched her.

Her mind raced, trying to reconcile the two versions of Chanyeol she had seen tonight, the violent, ruthless man who had beaten someone senseless in front of her, and the gentle, protective side that had held her when she was terrified. She didn’t understand him, didn’t understand why he had gone to such lengths to protect her, a girl he barely knew.

As they arrived at his home, N/a couldn’t help but stare in awe. It wasn’t the penthouse she had imagined for someone in Chanyeol’s line of work, but rather a sleek, modern house tucked away in the city’s quieter district. The architecture was minimalist, all clean lines and glass, exuding wealth and power but with a kind of understated elegance. It was a stark contrast to the world he lived in.

Chanyeol led her inside, the soft glow of dim lighting making the space feel almost warm, despite its cold, pristine appearance. He took her hand again, his touch steady and firm, guiding her through the grand hallway. For a moment, she felt like she was stepping into another world entirely, far from the chaos and danger of the night.

They reached a living area with large floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out over the city, the distant lights twinkling in the night. Chanyeol motioned for her to sit on the couch, and she hesitated for a moment before settling down, her body still tense but beginning to relax in the safety of his presence.

“I’ll get you something to drink,” he said softly, his voice losing the edge of command he usually carried. It was softer, more human. He disappeared for a moment, leaving her alone to take in her surroundings.

N/a glanced around the room, her eyes landing on small details, the expensive artwork on the walls, the sleek furniture, the minimalistic décor. It felt like a reflection of Chanyeol himself, cold, controlled, yet with an underlying sense of mystery, something hidden beneath the surface.

When Chanyeol returned with a glass of water, he sat beside her, his body angled toward her but giving her space. His presence was calm, almost comforting now, and she found herself letting out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding.

“Are you okay?” he asked quietly, his dark eyes searching hers.

N/a nodded, though she wasn’t sure if she believed her own answer. “I think so,” she said softly. “It’s just… a lot to process.”

Chanyeol’s gaze softened, and he reached out to gently tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. The gesture was so intimate, so unexpected, that it made her heart skip a beat. “I know. I’m sorry you had to see all that tonight.”

“You don’t have to apologize,” she said quickly, her voice wavering. “I mean, I came to the party. I knew… or at least I should’ve known what kind of world it was.”

Chanyeol shook his head, his expression darkening slightly. “You shouldn’t have to be a part of that world. It’s not for people like you.”

People like her. The words hung in the air between them, and N/a felt a strange pang in her chest. She wasn’t sure if he meant it as a compliment or a warning, but either way, it made her feel more distant from him. More aware of how different their lives were.

“I didn’t grow up with much,” N/a said suddenly, surprising even herself with the admission. “I’ve always been on my own, really. My parents died when I was young, and my aunt took me in. But… I’ve had to work for everything. The ballet scholarship, my studies. It’s all I’ve had to focus on.”

Her voice trailed off, her eyes dropping to the floor. She didn’t know why she was telling him this—this man she barely knew, whose world was built on power and violence. But something about him made her want to open up, to share the part of her life she kept hidden from everyone else.

Chanyeol was silent for a moment, his expression unreadable. “That’s why you work so hard,” he said softly. “To make sure you never lose what you’ve earned.”

N/a nodded, feeling the weight of his words. “Yeah. It’s all I’ve got. It’s all I am.”

Chanyeol’s eyes darkened, a flicker of something she couldn’t quite place passing over his face. “You’re more than that,” he said quietly, his voice almost a whisper. “You’re more than just the life you’re trying to build.”

N/a looked up at him, her heart pounding in her chest. There was something in his gaze, something deep and unspoken, that made her feel like he understood her in a way no one else had. Like he saw the parts of her that she tried to keep hidden, the fear, the vulnerability.

“What about you?” she asked, her voice soft but curious. “Why… why are you like this? Why do you live in this world?”

Chanyeol’s expression shifted, his jaw tightening slightly as he looked away. He seemed hesitant, as if he didn’t want to answer, as if the truth was too dangerous to share. But after a long moment, he sighed, his gaze returning to hers.

“I didn’t choose this life,” he said quietly, his voice low and almost bitter. “I was born into it. My family has always been involved in things… like this. I didn’t have much of a choice.”

N/a felt a pang of sympathy for him, though she knew she shouldn’t. He was a drug dealer, a man who lived in violence and crime. But the way he spoke about it, the way his eyes darkened with regret, made her feel like there was more to him than that. Like he was trapped in a world he couldn’t escape from.

Chanyeol’s eyes softened as he looked at her, and for a moment, they just sat there in silence, the tension between them easing into something more intimate. He reached out, his hand gently brushing her cheek again, and N/a felt her breath catch at the softness of his touch.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he whispered, his voice rough. “You deserve better than this.”

N/a’s heart raced, but instead of pulling away, she found herself leaning into his touch, her body betraying the rational part of her mind. She knew she didn’t belong in his world, knew that getting close to him was dangerous. But in that moment, all she could feel was the pull between them, the unspoken connection that drew them together.

“Maybe,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “But I’m here now.”

Chanyeol’s eyes darkened, his hand sliding down to her neck, pulling her gently closer. The space between them disappeared, and N/a felt her heart pounding in her chest as she leaned in, her lips brushing his.

The kiss was soft at first, tentative, as if neither of them were sure if they should cross this line. But then, as if a dam had broken, the kiss deepened, his arms wrapping around her, pulling her against him. There was a heat, an urgency to the way he kissed her, but also a tenderness that took her breath away.

When they finally pulled apart, both of them were breathing heavily, the tension between them crackling in the air.

“I shouldn’t want this,” Chanyeol muttered, his forehead resting against hers. “You’re too good for this world, for me.”

N/a’s hands gripped the front of his shirt, her heart racing. “I don’t care,” she whispered, her voice shaky but filled with conviction. “I want to be here, with you.”

Chanyeol’s breath hitched, his hand tightening around her waist. For a long moment, he just stared at her, as if trying to decide if he should push her away or pull her closer.

And then, with a low, defeated sigh, he kissed her again, his hands tangling in her hair as the world outside them melted away.

Part1 , Part2 , Part3, Part4, Part5, Part6, Part7.

[shadowkoo]

mini requests

open | CLOSED

Hi! I'm opening my requests for the first time in nearly three years! I'm hoping by doing this sort of drabble game / mini fic requests that I can ease my way back into writing after my long hiatus. If you are interested in sending in a request, please continue reading for all the details. Thank you!

Rules + Requirements :

Follow me (if you are not already)

Reblog this post (boosts are appreciated)

Must be 18+ (minors please dni)

To Request:

Choose a group & member (1 only please)

Pick a genre (max of 3)

Select a prompt (max of 2)

Visit my askbox and use a similar format like this: "Can I request Taehyung (BTS) fluff, smut, and coworkers au with prompt #4"

*please make sure that you include the group in parenthesis after stating which member you're requesting

Groups + Members:

BTS - Seokjin, Yoongi, Hoseok, Namjoon, Jimin, Taehyung, Jungkook

EXO - Kai, Baekhyun, Sehun, Chanyeol, Chen, Suho, Kyungsoo, Xiumin, Lay

NCT - Taeyong, Taeil, Johnny, Yuta, Jaehyun, Doyoung, Ten, Winwin, Kun, Jungwoo, Mark, Xiaojun, Hendery, Renjun, Jeno, Haechan, Jaemin, Yangyang, Jisung

SVT - Vernon, Mingyu, Jeonghan, Wonwoo, Minghao, Woozi, Joshua, Hoshi, Junhui, Seokmin, Seungcheol

GOT7 - Jinyoung, Jackson, Bam, Yugyeom, Mark, Jaebeom, Youngjae

ATEEZ - Hongjoong, Seonghwa, Yunho, Yeosang, San, Mingi, Wooyoung, Jongho

MONSTA X - Shownu, Minhyuk, Kihyun, Hyungwon, Jooheon, Changkyun

STRAY KIDS - Bang Chan, Minho, Changbin, Hyunjin, Han, Felix, Seungmin, Jeongin

Genres + AUs:

Fluff

Smut

Angst

Enemies to lovers

Friends to lovers

Friends with benefits

Roommates

College

Coworkers

Meet Cute

Meet Ugly

Athlete (you may specify in your request)

Exes

Idol

*idol au means that they will be depicted as their real identities (as actual kpop idols & famous celebrities)

Prompts:

"Don't look at me like that. You know what that does to me."

"I wish I never met you."

"It's your lucky day."

"I'm sorry, who are you?"

"I can't stop thinking about you."

"Open your mouth."

"Why do you even care?"

"You're more important than you think."

"What do you need me to do?"

"Please leave."

"That's my final answer."

"Did you see that?" "See what?"

"What do you want from me?"

"God, you look so fucking good."

"You're unbelievable."

"Isn't that your mom?"

"I swear I've seen your face somewhere before."

"You're such a tease."

"Don't you dare lie to me."

"Who are the flowers for?"

"Don't forget that we're in public, baby."

"Are you scared? You should be."

"Please say something. Anything."

"Do you forgive me?"

"You forgot."

"You're crazy and I like it."

"Where are you taking me?"

"I think I'm in love with you."

"I need you. Now."

"What did you say?"

"Did you miss me?"

"I dare you."

"I bought you something."

"Is it supposed to taste like that?"

"Ew. Why does it look like that?"

"Baby are you close?" "No but the Uber is."

"How many doughnuts can I stack on it?"

"This is why no one likes you."

"Put your dick away, this is a Lowe's."

"Stop yelling at me!" "You’re panicking, you’ll crash the car." "It’s not everyday a demon crawls out of your trunk!"

"Who the fuck did I marry?"

This is the fifth letter you will write to them, and it will not be the last.

Six days after they left, the ticking behind the wall began.

A mob boss with a black eye and a jagged scar over his wrist sits alone in a dingy motel room. The kitten stares at him affectionately, oblivious to the danger they both are in. Oblivious to the mess it caused.

It happened concurrently, and so quickly. The moon started getting closer and brighter in the sky, and you started hearing them in the radio static.

With a palpable fury, the demon turns to you, ignoring the rubble of your kitchen, and sneers. "How did you summon me? You've pulled me out of chains centuries old." Frantically, you skim through your cookbook. "I don't know! I was trying to make soup!"

They held out a hand, an echo of the melody playing from their fingertips. "The world seems to dance to your tune," they spoke, their voice a captivating blend of amusement and intrigue. The silence that followed was heavy with unspoken questions.

Sometimes you question how everything could have turned out if that day had gone differently.

Chills creep down your spine as you peek through the cracked doorway. You're not supposed to be witnessing this. They'll kill you if they find out.

Free Space - send in your own prompt! Please keep it relatively short!

Disclaimers:

Not every request may be fulfilled, it is up to my discretion.

Word count may vary between requests (300 to 3k, etc.).

Unless requested otherwise, all fics will be written as female reader insert.

Please refer to the top of the original post to know whether requests are open or closed (reblogs may show something different).

Things I will NOT write: suicide, self-harm, animal abuse, underage sex, pedophilia, incest, vore, rape, non-consensual, or dubious sex.

[pajarinwrites]

EXO recs

directory | general masterlist

✨ favourites

OT9 / Multi

an adventurer's guide to romance ✨ @guardians-of-exo & @softly-savage-mint-yoongi i'm not giving up hope that they'll still post Jongin, Jongdae, and Baekhyun TT, fantasy!au, i haven't read all of them yet but yixing and yeol are so good i refuse to believe any of the others could disappoint

EXO Mall ✨ @yehet-me-up i don't know why everyone and their mother does EXO series, but i am definitely not complaining, junmyeon's was adorable, xiumin's is brilliant, i'm sure the others are just as great

EXO as Rich Kids @spacequokka EXO has more group series than every other group combined, every time i find a good fic it's part of a series like what? so far i've read jongdae's it's super cute

Xiumin

don't call it a love song (EXO mall series) ✨ @yehet-me-up 16.8k deserves it's own mention bc music nerd minseok?? rocker minseok?? bookstore owner!reader??? it's like this thing was written specifically for me, i ate this shit up it was so cute, their interactions were so cute, probably my favourite idiots2lovers ff, the snow scene, the singing scene, the dancing scene, the everything scene, minseok being a simp regularly, there is no fault in this ff, i'm gonna stop now i could keep going god help me

burning bridges @kwanisms 1.5k this hurt me, it's angst, it's not exactly happy, the synopsis tells you as much but every time i still read it and think maybe, maybe...

Suho

the meet cute (EXO mall series) @yehet-me-up 4.5k also deserves it's own mention, dilf!junmyeon??? how does writer know all of my favourite things in the world?? TT the antique store thing suits our leader so well, why is he so attractice? and his sungmin is super cute argh, i have beef with this ff because why is it so short TTTTT

Lay

you work too hard @cxsmicmyeon 0.7k just some domestic fluff with workaholic yixing, i'm projecting so hard onto this fic omg

extraordinary ✨ (an adventurer's guide to romance) @softly-savage-mint-yoongi & @guardians-of-exo 10k apothecary!yixing, yixing with glasses(!!!!!!), he's so sweet in this, they're both so cute, it's one of my favourites of the series so it deserves a special mention here

Baekhyun

inquiring minds @papermatisse 2.7k professor!baekhyun, i don't know what is up with exo-ls but y'all always find my most absolute favourite au versions for the boys like fr what's going on, anyway, this was soo freaking good! i read a professor one about woozi (svt) that was trying to do what this ff did but...., and now i get to read the concept executed perfectly, i'm screaming ugh

Chen

disclaimer: these are obviously works of fiction and they take place in non-canon universes. we all wish jongdae and his family only the best, duh. if you're uncomfortable with reading ff about him, skip ahead. me, personally, i'd like to keep a little delulu corner in my daydreams available for him &lt;3

CEO!Jongdae ( EXO as Rich Kids series) @spacequokka 0.5k it's so short TT but it's super sweet, the last line really got me, too

Chanyeol

kissed barely awake @irregular-idol-imagines 0.6k this confused me but it was so cute and fluffy that i didn't really care tbh

the doctor will see you now @kwanisms 4.5k this was kinda unhingend, in the best way possible, that's a high compliment in this context, incubus!yeol? i didn't think i'd like that premise but i did, i loved the slight horror aspects, the ending?? and how it linked back to the beginning? borderline genius, chapeau

D.O.

spellbound ✨ @whimsical-ness 6.7k ahhh this is soooo good, their dynamic is so nice, kyungsoo is such a freakin' cutie i cannot, and the other member cameos are so fitting ugh i love this so much

but you're warm... @kwanisms 0.5k ew this is so cute, i love cuddly, clingy kyeongsoo TT

Kai

movie night @galaxybam2 0.8k reading this taught me things about myself i'd have preferred not to know. enjoy, sluts (affectionately)

Sehun

spellbound @navellera 6k this doesn't feel like 6k, it was over in the blink of an eye, one of the only sehun ff i've read so far that i could actually stand, most of them (that i've looked at so far) have really weird writing in that the author puts weird sentences in a row that feel disconnected and irrelevant to one another sometimes, this one didn't have that, also, i've been looking for some hogwarts!exo and this really scratched that itch

[spacequokka]

Pairing: CEO!Sehun x Exotic Dancer!Reader Genre: Childhood Friends AU Rating: 18+ Summary: Of all the places to run into an old friend, a strip club isn’t high on the list. Word Count: 1.3k Warnings: None really. Might be fluffy or angsty. Depends on how hard student debt is hitting you.

Inspired by this post.

In a way, Sehun supposed he should’ve thanked Chanyeol for choosing the family life. Things might have turned out differently if he’d been able to club-hop and party like they did in college. They’d had a rule to never visit the same club twice in a month, but since Sehun was subject to the new group of friends he’d found for nights out, he often found himself in the same place.

The newest obsession was a strip club that’d just opened. It boasted a casino theme with multiple stages and the best dancers in town. While nights out were meant to leave the day’s business behind, he knew the others were interested in investing in what could be a game changer in the industry.

Not him, though. He was just there for drinks and maybe a lap dance.

The inside was classy with touches of pop culture. He particularly liked the combination of crystal with gold accents. Made him feel like he was royalty. Their table was in VIP and he was secretly thrilled about the privacy. He liked to keep to himself and admire the view while nursing his drinks. The dancers on stage were gorgeous, but one in particular caught his eye.

You had to have been new to dancing. Your eyes were too wide at times and you had trouble keeping eye contact with the audience. A terribly shy little thing who knew how to move her body like fluid. The way you danced on the pole was mesmerizing and made him lean forward in his seat. If he was getting a lap dance, it’d be from you. Your performance ended all too soon and someone pushed his shoulder.

“You like her that much?” Mino laughed. Sehun opened his mouth to object but Mino continued, “Don’t worry, I got you. She’s coming up in a bit.”

Well, it was settled. He took a heady gulp of his liquor and bristled at the burn, adjusting his position in the seat. Another dancer took the stage and the others’ attention was stolen. Sehun saw a flash of pink out of the corner of his eye and saw you approaching their section. As you got closer to him, he studied your face, recognition tickling the back of his mind. He held out his hand for you and you took it, allowing him to guide you to him without bothering his friends.

“Would you like me to dance for you?”

Your voice threw him for a loop. It triggered nostalgia in the last place he’d ever want to experience it. He gripped your hand a little tighter and leaned in closer, turning his head away so you’d have his ear. “Say that again.”

“Dance? Do you want me to dance?”

He wasn’t mistaken. Your voice was more than just familiar to him. It was home. Back in his mother’s kitchen tasting pastries before going out to play. Back on the playground where he hid for games of hide-and-seek or searched for eyes that doubled in size when found.

“_____?” He looked at you, closer this time, inspecting every inch of your face. Sure enough, if he ignored the false eyelashes and slab of makeup, there you were. His lost friend from his childhood.

You froze upon hearing your name, eyes darting all over the place in panic before landing on his face. For the first time that evening, you looked someone in the eyes. “S-sehun?!”

He instantly lost interest in it all. The club. The dancers. His friends. He put down his drink and stood, quickly unbuttoning his suit jacket and shrugging it off.

“W-what are you doing?” You tried to stop him from stripping. “I don’t think they hire on the spot like this.”

“Oh, shut up.” He muttered, taking the jacket in his hands and putting it around your shoulders, shielding your body from view. “Outside, now.”

“We can’t just walk out. Security will—”

“Kiss my ass.” He finished as he guided you out of the VIP booth and towards the nearest exit sign. A big guy in a too-tight Baby GAP shirt blocked your path. “Let us through.”

“No one leaves with the dancers. No exceptions.” The guy tapped his hip and flashed the butt of a stun gun. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

“Sehun, he’s serious. He’ll use it if you push it.” You looked at him over your shoulder. “Can’t we just talk here? It’s a little quieter.”

Sehun groaned but nodded. “Fine.” He took a deep breath. “Where do I even begin? Why are you here? What are you doing?”

You clutched his jacket a little tighter around your body, the loss of body heat from the crowd noticeable with the skimpy two-piece you had on. “Without boring you with details…med school’s expensive. So is housing and food and…adulting is a lot harder than I thought. I had a few false starts and here I am, just trying to keep from dropping out.”

From the way your beautiful eyes went cold and distant, he knew there was so much more to the story than that. Lots of heartache and pain in just your voice alone. “How long have you been here?”

You shook your head and shrugged. “This is my first week. Still a newbie.”

He hated seeing you like this. Small and unsure. Guilt crawled down his throat and suffocated him. Of all people, he should’ve kept in touch with you. Even a phone call here or there to make sure everything was okay. He��d gotten so wrapped up in the whirlwind success of his modeling career and clothing line that he’d forgotten the people who’d gotten him through the defining moments of his life. Like you encouraging him to follow his dreams instead of giving in to his parents’ wishes for a medical student.

“Come home with me.” As soon as he blurted the words out, he wished he could take them back, if nothing else but to rephrase them better. “I mean, you don’t have to do this. I have space, an extra room you can have.”

“What? Oh, Hun, I couldn’t—”

“You could. You’d save a lot of money if you did.” The thought of you being safe and cared for, under his wing, gave him peace of mind he didn’t know he needed. “Right, and shit, I could do so much more. You wouldn’t have to pay me anything so you could save up. God, how much is your tuition? I could pay that off for you.”

You sputtered and shook your head frantically, hands trying to grab his shirt to get his attention. “Wait! I can’t let you do that. I can’t afford to pay you back for any of that stuff.”

“But I want to do it. And I don’t want money from you either. You were there for me when I needed it. Let me be there for you.” He could tell by the faraway look in your eyes that “no” was still on the tip of your tongue. He had a dirty trick up his sleeve, but if it meant getting you out of there and somewhere safe where you didn’t have to worry about your financial situation, he’d use it. “Please don’t make me call your mom.”

The timid look in your eyes gave way to something fierce and deadly. You let go of his shirt. “Really? You’re gonna use my mom against me?”

“If it works, it works. I know how much you care about her opinion. She’ll fly out here and kick your ass.” He put his hands in his pockets. “Now, are we leaving? I can have my assistant meet us at my place with things you need until we can get your stuff.”

⟨⟨ Series ML || Group ML ⟩⟩

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Crushing on the quiet girl in school (EXO)

This was a request from my OLD EXO blog (@exo-k-m-reactions-blog), bringing the last of the requests from there to here.

Post Date: 13th January 2023 Content: Fluff TW?: Highschool/College!Au Request?: Yes

A.n: I do apologise for the lack of posting, I have been busy with family and because of that, I’m not actually isolating with COVID, fun times. I really am sorry about the lack of posts but hopefully this week I’ll be able to catch up on a few requests if I can!

Masterlist                                    Prompt list

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Xiumin: He’d definitely be the type to wait until outside of school hours before trying to talk to her, mabybe accidently bumping into her outside of the gates when she’s walking home so he could make conversation so there’s really no one around to watch and make fun, just to make her comfortable.

Suho: He’d be the type to try and get her involved in class activities, being really patient with her, just so she has the chance to come out of her shell a little. He’d even offer to do homework and study with her just so she has someone to talk to/ hang out with if she wants to. 

Lay: He’d be the type to admire from a distance for sure, scared that if he tries to say or do anything he’d scare her off from him. But this doesn’t stop him smiling her and being the politest and kindest towards her when she’s in close proximity.

Baekhyun: He’d definitely be battling with his nerves and being shy for sure but that won’t stop him from making conversations any given moment he could. She walks into class and takes her seat? He asks her how her day went the day before, definitely also be the type to hand her little notes to make her smile. 

Chen: He’d be the class clown for sure, and will always make sure that he captures her smiling and laughing at him when he does something. OR. He’d be the type to cut in line when getting food just so he could suggest something to her and try to be slick that way. 

Chanyeol: He’d definitely be the type to make people laugh regardless and be so polite to everyone. The trope of the girl dropping her bellongings and him helping her pick them up or do general acts of kindess so she takes notice of him would be his way of trying to get to her. 

D.O: He’d be the type to admire from the distance, for sure. Especially in the library and notice she’s on her own a lot. Part of him would want to go over and talk to her about her studies, whilst the other wants him to leave her be just in case he wasn’t her type.

Kai: He’d definitely be the type to try and impress her despite being extremely shy about it. Would try and be slick by offering everyone to join his dance classes but would try and spend more time talking to her about it, telling her that he’d think she’d do so well.

Sehun: He’d be the type to slowly start teasing her because he likes her, but would be giggly and shy even if she looks his way. The teasing wouldn’t huge but like would ruffle her hair when walking past, or just hanging out by her locker and refusing to move but will anyway because she smiles at him.

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Once Upon a Dream

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Pairing(s): Byun Baekhyun x Fem!Reader, Park Chanyeol x Fem!Reader

Genre: Angst, Drama, Fluff, Royalty!AU

Word Count: 1.2K

Warnings: Mild Language

Masterlist

Once upon a time, in a far away land known as Ellesmere, there sat a palace. The palace sat tucked into a mountain side, watching over the whole kingdom from its perch. Red, black and gold covered the ceiling, walls, and tables inside the palace. Nobles and courtiers danced around the ballroom as beautiful music mingled with their laughter and talking, creating a harmony you could only wish to hear. Whispers flew through their ears of bets on who the Prince, whom the ball was being held for, would choose as his bride, his future queen.

The doors to the ballroom swung open and two of the contending ladies stepped through. One of noble breeding, the other from a humble background. They made their way down the steps, arms interlocked as the music swirled around them. One turned to the other, a rueful smile on her face as she took in her competitor, her friend’s, appearance.

“You look so beautiful. The Prince won’t be able to keep his eyes off of you,” she said, a bittersweet tone to her voice as she bowed her head. She smoothed the creases of her dark green dress. It shimmered under the pale light of the chandeliers with every step or turn she took. Her dark curls sat high on her head, kept out of her face unlike her usual mane that bounced without restriction.

“Ha!” A cold, chilling laugh turned the pair’s attention towards yet another competitor. A young woman stepped up to them, her fiery gaze upon them. Danger and power radiated off her like heat from the sun. She wore a dark purple with light grey undertones. Her violet hair sat in a pristine bun at the nape of neck. She looked every bit the noble lady she’d been raised to be.

“He might like the way she looks, but when it comes to choosing his future queen, he knows who’ll be able to handle ruling at his side.” The humble maiden smiled a sweet, genuine smile that stabbed the miser’s heart.

“May the best woman win,” she said. The purple-haired noble pursed her lips, looking down her nose. She spared the other lady a fleeting glance before she gave a smile back.

“I plan to.” She turned on her heel and marched away, her hips swaying with each step. The women shook their heads as they watched her walk away.

A loud trumpet blared, drawing their attention to where the herald would be announcing the Prince’s arrival. Their hearts pounded in the chests as the realization dawned on them fully that tonight was the night that lives would be changed, for better or worse. Sweat formed on the brow of the fair maiden as she did her best to steady her breath.

“Here he comes.”

The Prince, young and handsome, stopped before the ladies, offering them each a deep bow. His brown locks, usually free to bounce and dangle as they pleased, had been combed into a perfect side part, giving him the usual Prince Charming glow. He turned to the humble maiden, entranced at how her eyes shone like diamonds under the soft light of the chandeliers.

“May I request this dance?” he inquired.

“Absolutely.” She bowed, slipping her hand into his waiting hand with a smile.

“I was hoping you’d say that.” He gave her a grin, leading her to the center of the ballroom.

Another waltz began, and they glided around with complete grace. The other nobles and guests seemed to disappear while time stood still between as they gazed into each other’s eyes. Her gown swirled around them with each twirl as she glided through each step with practiced ease, as if she’d been dancing her whole life.

“Just to think, a few months ago, I didn’t know the first steps to a waltz,” she mused with a thoughtful smile.

“And now no one would ever know that you weren’t born into this life,” the Prince replied. His face grew solemn the longer he stared at her. “I hope you never regret coming here.”

“Why would you say that?” she asked, surprised.

“Well, so much has happened and…” The Prince trailed off as the song began to wind down. Yet, the Prince could not bear to pull himself away from her--not quite yet. “I need to talk to you.”

“Is everything alright?” she asked, her heart beating out of control at six simple words. The Prince sighed.

“It’s been impossible to get even a moment alone with you these last few days, but I need to know--”

“Ahem!” Both she and the Prince jumped. They looked over to see the purple-haired nobel. She didn’t spare the young maiden a glance as she batted her eyelashes at the Prince. “Your Highness, may I be so bold as to cut in?”

“Oh, of course,” the Prince said, startled, and somewhat disappointed. The young maiden placed a soft and delicate hand on his elbow.

“We’ll talk later,” she assured him.

“Yes.”

As the Prince glided away, the young maiden made her way to the side of the ballroom, where she spotted a familiar and comforting face. He stood brooding against the wall, his arms folded over his chest as he took in his surroundings. When he spotted the young maiden, his jaw hit the ground. He called to her, unable to believe his own eyes. She let out a gentle laugh, surprised as well.

“I didn’t know you’d be here tonight,” she said. Servants of the palace walked by them, holding trays with savory food that tickled their noses. She snatched an hor d’oeuvre off a passing tray, popping it into her mouth before others had the chance to see. He nodded his head towards the Prince, oblivious to her previous actions.

“He insisted.” He turned to look at the young maiden. “I guess I should congratulate you.” The young maiden turned her head, furrowing her brows. “You look exactly like one of them. I guess you are one of them, now.” His face darkened as he turned away from her. “This time tomorrow, you might be the future queen. And then our lives are going in very different directions.”

The young maiden followed his gaze to the dance floor. The music was swelling as the guests laughed and drank with each other. Courtly gossip and political satire circled through them like water in a noria. She gave a soft smile, using a gentle hand to turn his attention back to her.

“If I’m chosen as the Prince’s bride, I’ll still be me,” she said. He gave her a rueful smile, looking down at her dress.

“Looking at you now, it’s hard to believe that.” His face turned serious once again, staring off past her shoulder at nothing in particular. “This place has a way of changing people, and some of us liked the girl you used to be. You know that, right?”

“I promise, I’m still the same me, even under this fancy ball gown.” She started grinning, nudging him with her shoulder. “If I ever get too cocky, just remind me that the first time we met, I was taking out garbage and waiting tables.” He laughed, shaking his head.

“Feels like so long ago, now. Can’t believe it’s only been a few months.

“Yeah, but after everything that’s happened, it feels more like…”

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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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Reactions Masterlist

Rules for Request's: I only work in AU Settings. I hold the right to refuse to do a prompt if I feel like I can not perform it to the best of abilities.

Means Requested 🌟

EXO

Angst

#12: Password is related to their Ex (Baekhyun, Jongin, Minseok, & Yixing)

#21: "Please tell me why." [Jongdae, Kyungsoo, & Minseok]

#22: "You made a Promise" [Baekhyun, Jongin, & Yixing]

#26: Tears 🌟 [Baekhyun, Junmyeon, Sehun, Yixing]

Best Friends to Lovers (Trope)

#1: Being ready to drop everything to go help them no matter what. [Baekhyun, Jongin, & Yixing]

#2: Bets on Your Relationship [Chanyeol, Junmyeon, Kyungsoo, Sehun]

#3:  Platonic love proclamations, until they're not. [Jongdae & Minseok]

#11: After Kiss [Jongdae, Junmyeon, & Sehun]

Best Friends Brother/Brothers Best Friend (Trope)

#15: Hesitantly tugging the other’s fabric of their shirt or sleeve [Chanyeol, Jongin, Junmyeon, Kyungsoo, & Minseok]

#16: "Dance with Me" [Baekhyun, Jongdae, Sehun, & Yixing]

#23: First Kiss I [Jongdae, Jongin, Sehun, & Yixing]

#24: First Kiss II [Junmyeon, & Minseok]

#25: First Kiss III [Baekhyun, Chanyeol, & Kyungsoo]

#44: New Years Eve I [Baekhyun, Chanyeol, Junmyeon, Minseok, Sehun]

#45: New Years Eve II [Jongdae, Jongin, Kyungsoo, Yixing]

Enemies to Lovers (Trope)

#17: “A date? Sorry but I have to go home and laugh at the idea.” [Chanyeol, Junmyeon, Minseok ,& Yixing]

Reaction #27:  “Can you walk?” [Junmyeon, Minseok, Sehun]

Reaction #28: "You're Bleeding." [Chanyeol, Jongin, Jongdae]

Reaction #29: “Just trust me, yeah?” [Baekhyun Kyungsoo, Yixing]

Reaction #33: “If You tell anyone about this, I will become an even worse enemy.” [Junmyeon, Yixing]

Reaction #34: “I don’t like you, I just find you hot.” [Baekhyun, Chanyeol. Kyungsoo, Minseok, Sehun]

Reaction #35: “We're not telling anyone about this. This would be the end for both of us.” [Jongin, Jongdae]

Fluff/Comfort

#4: Stealing Each Other’s Clothes and Not admitting it - While Wearing them [Kyungsoo & Sehun]

#5: "Come on. Let's go Home" [Chanyeol, Jongin, Yixing]

#6: Holding Hands Without Realizing [Baekhyun, Jongdae, Junmyeon & Minseok]

#10: "Here's an idea; Let's not read the dead language!" [Chanyeol & Kyungsoo]

#13: “You think I didn’t notice the voice change? You totally like them.” [Baekhyun, Chanyeol, Jongin, Minseok,& Yixing]

#14:“You stayed up…All night..for them. Oh dude you’re in love.” [Jongdae, Junmyeon, Kyungsoo, & Sehun]

#19: “You got shot. There’s a bullet in you. I can see it.”  “I can feel it.” [Baekhyun & Jongdae ]

Reaction #30: “I haven’t been able to sleep well for three days.” [Baekhyun, Chanyeol, Jongin, Sehun]

Reaction #31: “Let’s get you to the couch.  There we go.” [Jongdae, Kyungsoo]

Reaction #32: “Can you please just…hold me?” [Junmyeon, Minseok, Yixing]

Reaction #41: "Washing their Hair" [Jongdae, Kyungsoo, Minseok]

Reaction #49: “Being playfully clingy in the mornings when one has an off day and the other has to rush to work” [Baekhyun, Chanyeol, Jongdae, Kyungsoo, Sehun]

Reaction #50:  “Sleepy back hugs when the other person is busy” [Jongin, Junmyeon, Minseok, Yixing]

Grumpy x Sunshine (Trope)

#7: "Are You really Happy/Grumpy 24/7” [Baekhyun, Chanyeol, Jongdae, Jongin, Sehun]

#8: “Everyone Should Dance in the Rain at least once in their lives.” [Minseok & Yixing]

#9:“You’re definitely the only person I would do this for” [Junmyeon & Kyungsoo]

Reaction #38: “how did you get them to do that, they never listen to anyone” [Jongdae, Jongin, Junmyeon, Sehun]

Reaction #39:  “I need you to teach me how to be...sociable” “you mean nice?” [Chanyeol, Minseok] 

Reaction #40: Being Flirted with by someone Else [Baekhyun, Kyungsoo, Yixing]

Mafia AU (Trope)

Reaction#36: “Touch Her, and you’re dead.” [Chanyeol, Junmyeon, Minseok, Sehun]

Reaction #37:  “They’ll have to go through me before they get to you." [Baekhyun, Jongdae, Jongin, Kyungsoo, Yixing]

Reaction #46: “You’re my Achilles heel, they will do whatever it takes to get to you.” [Baekhyun, Minseok, Yixing]

Reaction #47:  “For Once, I’m not the bad guy here.” [Chanyeol, Jongdae, Sehun]

Reaction #48: "Close your eyes, you don’t need to see this.” [Jongin, Junmyeon, Kyungsoo]

Mythical/Fantasy

#18: Vampires I [Kyungsoo, Jongin, & Sehun]

#20: Vampires II [Chanyeol, Junmyeon, & Sehun]

Roommates [Trope]

Reaction #42: Roommates #1 [Baekhyun, Jongin, Yixing]

Reaction #43: Roommates #2 [Chanyeol, Junmyeon, Sehun]

Masterlist

[leeyanyanyaaan]

About the Time and Memory Universe + Random Tidbits :)

About:

SO... this Time and Memory Universe of mine is just a self-indulgent, college, slice-of-life series that I do not plan on legitimately writing 💀

It may or may not also include time travelling and dystopian features... I'm yet to decide

Yes I know it has a lame ass name but I'm terrible at titles LMAO

It's more friendship-centred than romance, but all the characters are open-ended for ships :P

But yeah, there's no legit plotline. They're just struggling college students and a gang of friends :D it'd probably be an SMAU

They may be underdeveloped, but they are a work in progress!

PLEASE ask me questions about them (or literally any oc of mine) I'd be so happy to talk about them 😩🥺💕

The Full Cast:

Character Profiles pt 1 | pt 2

Education Majors

Cornelia Lee Anne Santos ('04) - Baby of the group, studying as an educator (unsure yet)

Joshua Jeongseok Lee ('03) - Friendly classmate, studying as an English language teacher

Angelina Mariel Bautista ('01) - Mom of the group, studying as a literature teacher

Samsul Hakim ('00) - Oldest, mentor, peacemaker, studying as a secondary teacher

Communication Majors

Jessica Jisoo Lee ('03) - Hangout planner, Big sis, studying as an advertising designer/event planner

Elijah James de la Cruz ('03) - Introvert adopter, chaos mood maker, studying as an interpreter and translator

Elena Mae de la Cruz ('03) - Keeps her brother in check, studying as a journalist

Design Majors and Others

Beatrice Abigail Mendoza ('04) - Childhood best friend, BFF, studying as a game designer

Kevin Shuchang Chen ('05) - The quiet but savage one, games 24/7, studying as a game developer

Yukiteru Sakimoto ('04) - Cafe worker, studying as an architect

Gabriel Zackary Santiago ('04) - family friend, coworker with Yuki, studying as an engineer

Supporting Characters (aka idk where to put them 🤡)

Daniel Chanyeol Yoon ('02) - Popular rich boy, studying business management

Seonghoon Kim ('03) - Tired of that guy above but his best friend, studying finance

Caleb Jayden Ramos ('04) - Childhood friends to strangers, studying construction

Vincent Nathan Steyn-Khan ('05) - Arrogant asshole classmate, studying engineering

Height Chart:

Now for some fun random stuff XD

The main gang's group chat (+Lee's contact names):

Barely Functioning Braincell Sharers™ (8)

Elijah (Eli)

Elena (Ate Ellie)

Jessica (Jessie Unnie)

Joshua (Josh)

Mariel (Ate Mari)

Samsul (Sam)

Kevin (Vin)

Lee

Headcanons

Ellie and Jessie first met being classmates since intermediate, bonding over having twin brothers. The brothers eventually meet too and the four have been pretty close ever since.

Eli met Kevin through being in a club together, and Eli being the extrovert, adopted the introvert.

Josh met Mari and Sam being in the same education course and often worked with them and they eventually joined the group.

Similarly, Josh meets Lee through the same process. Coincidentally, Lee caught Eli’s interest and he adopted the introvert too.

Eli and Ellie bicker the most and cause the most silly drama. Surprisingly, Kevin is one to start drama too. Eli tends to be the butt of the jokes. Mari and Sam are the parents of the group, and everyone babies Lee (and Kevin).

After hearing Lee call Ellie and Mari “Ate”, Jess insisted that Lee call her “Unnie” too

Lee bonds with the girl twins the most, talking about drawing, designing, writing, and music. 

Karaoke, dancing, gaming, binging, and study sessions!

Kevin isn’t usually called by nickname, BUT, only Lee is allowed to call Kevin “Vin”.

Hogwarts!AU

Gryffindor

Elijah (H)

Elena (H)

Jessica (H)

Zack (H)

Caleb (S)

Hufflepuff

Joshua (G)

Mariel (R)

Samsul (R)

Beatrice (R)

Yuki (R)

Ravenclaw

Kevin (S)

Seonghoon (S)

Slytherin

Lee (R)

Daniel (G)

Nathan (G)

Podcast/SM!AU

BFBS have a podcast called “ChillPog” (Eli came up with the name, please think of something better.)

They started it during their first year of uni, when the gang got together. Lee and Kevin have become a new addition.

They all use online aliases, eg. Lee = leeyanyan

Their real names get used in the podcast most the time anyways.

Yes, they all have clips and compilations of each other from fans.

They just chill and chat, talk about anything and everything. They have game nights, karaoke sessions, study sessions and all sorts of things.

Kevin, Eli and Samsul are gamer streamers.

Jess, Mariel and Yuki are vloggers.

Ellie (often joined by Eli and Jess), Zack and Bea are cover artists.

Ellie is also a content creator, and is generally all-around.

Lee is an underground casual cover artist. She hasn't told anyone about it and doesn't plan to :)

They each all have their own fanbases, Lee’s growing after her involvement with ChillPog

They’re basically like DanPlan/Plan3

They also have a second account for when the group needs to split into two for 4-player games

Jess, Ellie and Lee are in charge of the visuals. Ellie, Eli and Kevin are in charge of editing. Everyone else helps plan and storyboard.

Zack, Yuki and Bea also occasionally appear on the podcast.

Daniel is a model, Seonghoon his assistant. He gets fawned over at campus most the time.

Caleb and Nathan are Instagram influencers

Their Usernames:

Eli (EliJ) - the chaotic butt of the jokes guy

Ellie (emmielina) - picks a fight/gets bothered by her brother the most

Jess (Jijisoo) - their lovely sun

Josh (joshualee) - voice of reason

Mariel (Mariella B.) - mom of the group

Samsul (Hakimsul) - tired dad leader of the group

Kevin (Shuunken) - savage bastard

Lee (leeyanyan) - gremlin baby

[where-does-the-heart-lie]

ASL Kpop AU

Riot’s newest music video make my brain go brrr

Additional headcanons👇

I tried to think of what irl idols they would sound like, but i only have one for Ace in my mind, maybe one for sabo, and i… i mean… luffy is…. Yeah.

I think Ace would sound like Chanyeol, here’s a song from him that i feel fits his vibe

For Sabo, i was thinking mayyybeee Lee Know (Stray Kids)? But i really dont know. Idk some clear and soft voice that is in the higher range? Maybe? Eeeeeeehhhhh, yall are gonna have to help me out with him and luffy. Though i think we have our work cut out for us with the latter.

i found an English voice that i think suits him! Kenton Chen

Lore:

The three started posting songs and music videos online, and they slowly gained popularity until they gained the fanbase they have in present day. I dont think they would be part of any company, mostly because i don’t think they could keep employment? If they were?

Even though theyre not part of a company, they have a lot of connections with people in the industry because theyre great guys :) and theyre fun to be around :) and so get invited to a lot of shit, like award shows and talk shows.

They are fun to have on, but it is a bold move if you want these guys on your talk show. They frequently get off topic and they’ll find a way to make answering your questions a sport or competition. Theyre like the Eric Andre show reversed.

Their songs’ topics vary on who’s writing the song. And you can usually tell really easily who wrote what. Ace’s music tends to be more laid back with clever wordplay and lots of bass. Sabo’s has a regular pop sound to it, but the lyrics are very poetic. Luffy’s are all party beats, but the melodies always has very interesting and unique twists in it. To keep the songs in an album at least a little consistent, they do try to find a theme to base them around.

The choreography they have also looks very different between the 3 of them, they all have a unique style of dancing. Relay dance videos with them are always very fun cuz you get to see them doing eachother’s choreography :) thats kinda the appeal of all relay dances, but i feel like it would be more special with them since their usual styles are so different.

They probably don’t practice as much as they should. It’s very common that they forget something in their performances and they make something up on the fly to make up for it. There’s a bunch of compilations made of their ad-libs and improvised dance movements they came up with during concerts. But whatever, right? They’re their own bosses, get of their backs, ya hear??

i like the thought that a lot of the poses they do in photoshoots, they come up with, themselves :)

On the side, they like to livestream. They frequently stream them attempting to cook things and their fanbase enjoys watching them find new and unique ways of setting their kitchen on fire. And then they enjoy watching them argue on what food to order takeout from shortly after.

Thanks for reading, thats all i have for now :)

[ff-rtp]

Ballet in blood

Part 3

I can’t wait for you to get to the peak point!

Genre : angst ,fluff , some smut? Mafia!AU

Pairing : Chanyeol x fem!reader

Warnings⚠️: mentions of violence, shouting, guns, drugs, swearing alcool and some spicy scenes .

Count: 2.9k

Chapter 3

N/a stood in front of the mirror, smoothing down her dress with a mix of excitement and anxiety. The deep emerald fabric hugged her curves, accentuating her figure while exuding a confidence she didn’t fully feel. Sunny stood beside her, fussing with her own outfit, an electric blue number that made her look vibrant and wild.

“Tonight’s going to be different, I promise!” Sunny exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “You’ll have fun, and I’m going to make sure of it. Just remember, no stress, just dance!”

N/a smiled weakly, her heart pounding as she recalled the previous party. She had felt so out of place, so overwhelmed by the chaotic energy around her. But maybe, just maybe, she could handle it this time. With Sunny by her side, she could at least feel a little braver.

As they arrived at the club, the pulsing bass of the music vibrated through the air. It was just as crowded as before, but the atmosphere felt more electric, charged with anticipation. N/a took a deep breath, stepping into the darkened space, letting the rhythm of the music seep into her skin.

Sunny immediately pulled her onto the dance floor, twirling around and encouraging n/a to let loose. As the beat dropped, n/a found herself swaying, moving with the music, her initial anxieties beginning to fade into the background.

But Chanyeol was there too.

He was lurking in the shadows, a presence that felt both electrifying and suffocating. From his vantage point, he watched n/a, taking in the way she moved, her hair cascading around her shoulders like a waterfall. She looked beautiful, carefree, but the moment she stepped into this world, he felt an unsettling urge to protect her.

As the night went on, n/a lost herself in the music and the energy of the crowd. She felt lighter, almost as if she were dancing above it all, but her peace was shattered when a guy approached her, drink in hand.

“Hey, beautiful. You should try this,” he said, a smirk on his face as he handed her the drink.

N/a hesitated, her instincts kicking in. The red flags began to wave furiously in her mind, but the thrill of the party dulled her senses. She was about to say no when suddenly, Chanyeol materialized beside her.

In an instant, he snatched the drink from her hand, his grip firm and possessive. “You shouldn’t drink anything from anyone here,” he warned, his voice low but laced with intensity.

Her heart raced as she met his eyes, surprised by the suddenness of his appearance. There was a tension in the air, a possessiveness that sent shivers down her spine. He was a king in this world, and it was clear he wouldn’t allow anyone to threaten what was his, even if he hadn’t claimed her yet.

Chanyeol’s eyes narrowed at the guy, who looked taken aback by his abruptness. “Who the hell do you think you are?” he demanded, his voice low and threatening.

The guy stumbled over his words, clearly intimidated by Chanyeol’s presence. “I-I was just trying to be friendly!”

Chanyeol didn’t care for his excuses. He could feel his frustration boiling beneath the surface, knowing that this world was toxic and that he needed to keep n/a safe. She didn’t belong here, and yet here she was, caught in a situation she couldn’t control.

“Just a warning next time,” Chanyeol said, but he felt an unshakeable anger at the entire situation. The man before him was part of a system that exploited people, poisoned lives, and he would not let that happen to her.

In a split second, Chanyeol’s frustration erupted. He shoved the guy, who stumbled back slightly, before he threw a punch. The blow connected, and the guy’s head snapped back. Blood trickled from his lip as he glared at Chanyeol in shock.

“Chanyeol, wait!” Baekhyun’s voice sliced through the chaos, but it was too late. Chanyeol was lost in the moment, fueled by a primal need to protect what was his. With each strike, he felt his control slipping, his anger spilling out violently.

N/a stood frozen in place, eyes wide with horror as she witnessed the scene unfolding before her. She felt the pulse of the music around her, but it paled in comparison to the pounding of her heart. Chanyeol, the man she barely knew, was beating someone in cold blood right in front of her.

Baekhyun and Sehun rushed in, grabbing Chanyeol and pulling him back. “Enough! Let’s get him out of here!” Baekhyun shouted, urgency lacing his words.

Chanyeol’s hands were stained with blood, and he felt a rush of adrenaline and fury coursing through him. The guy was on the ground now, clutching his face, and it struck Chanyeol that he had gone too far. But all he could think about was n/a, how she might see him, how she might think of him after this.

With a swift motion, Baekhyun and Sehun dragged the injured guy out of the club, the crowd parting as they pushed through. Chanyeol stood there for a moment, chest heaving, his mind racing.

When he turned, he found n/a standing just outside, her face pale as she processed what had just happened. The look in her eyes sent a wave of panic through him. He realized that in trying to protect her, he had crossed a line that could destroy any chance he had with her.

N/a’s heart raced as she stood there, her breathing shallow. She felt trapped between two worlds, the chaotic, violent one Chanyeol inhabited, and the one she had worked so hard to escape. She had come here to experience something new, something exhilarating, but now she was terrified.

Chanyeol stepped closer, his bloody hands trembling slightly as he reached out. “N/a, I—”

But she took a step back, fear flickering in her eyes. “You’re not who I thought you were,” she whispered, her voice breaking.

In that moment, Chanyeol understood that he had lost her. The weight of the night pressed heavily on his shoulders, the realization that his world was too dark for someone like her.

The club pulsed with music and laughter, but for Chanyeol, it all faded away. All he could see was n/a’s frightened expression, and it shattered him.

He was the king of this world, but it was a world she didn’t belong in. And the longer she stayed, the more he risked losing her forever.

The night air outside the club was cool against n/a’s flushed skin, but she felt a fire simmering beneath her surface. Her heart raced as she tried to process the whirlwind of emotions crashing inside her. Chanyeol stood before her, the king of his chaotic world, and yet he looked so out of place, a predator who had just marked his territory in blood.

“Chanyeol, I…” Her voice trembled, caught between anger and confusion. “What just happened back there?”

His brow furrowed, and the intensity in his gaze only deepened her unease. “I was trying to protect you,” he replied, his voice a mix of urgency and desperation. He took a tentative step forward, but she instinctively took a step back, the space between them heavy with unspoken words.

“Protect me? By beating someone to a pulp?” She couldn’t help the bitterness that slipped into her tone. “You don’t understand. I don’t want to be a part of this world! I came here to escape all of this!”

The look in her eyes pierced through him, filled with disappointment and fear, emotions he never wanted to evoke. She was standing there, vulnerable yet fierce, and it ignited something deep within him, something he had buried under layers of cold calculation and ruthless ambition.

“You don’t understand what it’s like,” he said, his voice softer now, tinged with regret. “In my world, people take advantage of others. I couldn’t let him poison you—”

“Poison me?” she cut him off, her frustration spilling over. “I can take care of myself! I don’t need you to fight my battles for me. I don’t even know who you are anymore!”

Chanyeol’s heart sank as her words hung between them like a chasm, wide and unbridgeable. He had been so consumed by his need to protect her, so blinded by his instincts, that he hadn’t considered how his actions would impact her. The raw reality of his world was crashing down around them, and she was right; she didn’t belong in it.

For a moment, silence stretched, thick with tension. The sounds of laughter and music from the club faded into the background, replaced by the rapid beating of their hearts. Chanyeol clenched his fists, blood still fresh on his skin, a stark reminder of the violence that defined his existence. He had wanted to keep her safe, but in doing so, he had shown her the worst parts of himself.

N/a shook her head, fighting back tears. “You think you’re protecting me, but all you’re doing is dragging me into your darkness. I don’t want that. I don’t want to be scared.”

His breath hitched, realizing the gravity of her words. “N/a, please…” He stepped closer again, desperation lacing his voice. “You don’t know what this world is like. It’s dangerous, and I can’t let you get hurt.”

“Then why did you bring me here?” she snapped, frustration bubbling to the surface. “Why do you keep pulling me into this chaos? I’m trying to build a life for myself, and all I want is to dance. To focus on my studies. I don’t belong to this… this world!”

Her words hit him like a slap. He had brought her into this life, a life he had meticulously crafted. She was a light in his shadowed existence, and he didn’t know how to reconcile the two.

“Because I can’t stay away from you,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “You’re different, and you make me feel things I’ve never felt before. But I can’t let that world hurt you. I won’t let it.”

N/a’s expression softened for a brief moment, but the fear and confusion were still evident. “But how can I trust you when I see this side of you? When you hurt someone just because they looked at me?”

Chanyeol’s heart ached at her words, realizing that he was losing her, and he didn’t know how to fight for her without dragging her into his world. “I’ll make this right,” he promised, stepping back to give her space. “I’ll talk to Baekhyun and Sehun. I’ll fix it, I swear. I’ll keep you out of this.”

But deep down, he knew he was playing with fire. This world was a labyrinth of danger and seduction, and he had already led her to the edge.

As n/a turned to leave, he called after her, his voice strained. “Please… don’t go.”

But she didn’t stop. Instead, she walked away, feeling the weight of his gaze on her back, heavy and suffocating. Her heart pounded, a mix of fear and longing twisting inside her. She didn’t want to admit how much she craved his presence, how safe he made her feel, but the reality of his world was too stark to ignore.

Chanyeol watched her go, feeling helpless and lost. He had wanted to protect her, to keep her away from the poison that permeated his life, but in doing so, he had pushed her further away. The thrill of his violent instincts faded, leaving behind an unsettling emptiness.

He ran a hand through his hair, his thoughts spiraling. This was not how he had envisioned things unfolding. N/a had ignited something within him, a flicker of hope, a desire to be better, but now that light seemed to be extinguishing before his eyes.

“Hyung,” Baekhyun’s voice pulled him from his thoughts, his tone grave. “What the hell just happened?”

Chanyeol met Baekhyun’s gaze, frustration bubbling back to the surface. “That guy… He shouldn’t have given her that drink. He put her in danger.”

“Sure, but beating him half to death wasn’t the answer,” Baekhyun replied, crossing his arms. “What if she had seen you kill him? You could have lost her for good!”

Chanyeol’s fists clenched at his sides, anger and guilt warring inside him. “I didn’t care. I just wanted to keep her safe. I was protecting her.”

“Protecting her?” Baekhyun raised an eyebrow. “You think that’s what she sees when she looks at you now? You just showed her how dark this world really is, and she’s terrified.”

Sehun stood beside Baekhyun, his expression serious. “Hyung, you need to talk to her. Tell her the truth about who you are—what you do, and why. She needs to understand that you’re not just a monster.”

Chanyeol felt the weight of their words settle heavily on his shoulders. “I know, but… how do I explain that my world is built on violence and drugs? How do I tell her that I’m a part of that? I wanted to keep her safe from that reality.”

“You can’t shield her from the truth forever,” Baekhyun insisted, his voice firm. “If you really care about her, you need to let her in. Show her who you are, both the good and the bad. Otherwise, she’ll always see you as a stranger.”

The reality of their words struck him like a blade. N/a had become a part of him, and to truly keep her safe, he needed to let her in, however dangerous it might be.

As n/a made her way home, she replayed the events of the night in her mind, each moment slashing at her heart. She had wanted to feel alive, to experience the thrill of being somewhere new, but now she felt suffocated by the darkness that surrounded Chanyeol.

He was dangerous, yes, but there was something about him that pulled her in, his intensity, his passion, the way he seemed to care so deeply despite the world he inhabited. But could she trust him? Could she trust someone who lived in a reality so far removed from her own?

She thought of the way he had looked at her, the desperation in his eyes when he warned her not to drink from anyone. It was protective, but it was also possessive, and it unsettled her. She had always been independent, always prided herself on being able to stand on her own two feet. The idea that someone could take that away from her felt suffocating.

But what if she was too quick to judge? What if there was more to Chanyeol than the violent facade he presented? N/a sighed heavily, her heart torn between wanting to understand him and fearing the darkness that surrounded him.

“Are you okay?” Sunny’s voice broke through her thoughts as she slid into the passenger seat of n/a’s car.

N/a forced a smile, though it felt strained. “Yeah, just… a lot to think about.”

Sunny studied her for a moment before speaking. “I know that look. You saw him again, didn’t you? What happened?”

N/a took a deep breath, the weight of her emotions threatening to overwhelm her. “He… he got in a fight. Someone tried to give me a drink, and he lost it.”

“Lost it how?” Sunny pressed, concern etched on her features.

N/a hesitated, searching for the right words. “He beat the guy up, Sunny. It was terrifying. I don’t know what to think. I don’t know who he is.”

Sunny’s eyes widened. “Oh wow, n/a… That’s serious. You can’t just ignore this. You need to talk to him.”

“I don’t know if I can,” n/a admitted, her voice cracking. “He’s… he’s so different from me.

N/a walked away from the chaos of the club, her heartbeat still erratic, her steps quick as she tried to distance herself from what she had just witnessed. The night air was cold, but it did little to quell the heat of confusion and fear churning inside her. She wrapped her arms around herself, feeling both physically and emotionally exposed.

Chanyeol had been a stranger until tonight. An enigmatic figure she’d only seen from a distance, once at the club and briefly at the ballet academy. He had seemed untouchable, like he didn’t belong in her world at all. And yet, tonight, he had been close—so close she could feel the tension radiating off him when he grabbed that drink from her hand.

She had seen the look in his eyes—protective, yes, but there was something darker lurking behind it. A possessiveness that made her uneasy, a wildness that reminded her just how far removed he was from the world she had known. She had come to Korea to build a new life, to focus on her passion for ballet, not to be drawn into the orbit of a man whose life was shrouded in violence and shadows.

Her mind raced as she replayed the events in her head. One minute, she had been trying to enjoy herself, trying to feel free, and the next, Chanyeol was in front of her, his grip firm as he took the drink from her hands. The memory of the violence that followed was too raw, too fresh. She had seen him.

Part1 , Part2 , Part3, Part4, Part5, Part6, Part7.

[restlessmaknae]

Step by step [pt.7]

Chapters: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7

Genre: fluff, comedy, romcom, haters to lovers

Main Characters: Park Chanyeol; Kang Yushin (OC); Kwon Soonyoung; Byun Baekhyun; Kim Jongdae; Do Kyungsoo

Setting: college AU; art college AU; dance class AU; college band AU

„We take a dance class together and our next routine calls for partnership, and we got put togeth−STop standing on my foot!” AU

Even if I wished to slow down time, I couldn’t really do anything. That Monday arrived sooner than I had wanted. We were waiting for Soonyoung to arrive and announce that Chanyeol and I would like to show the others what we were working on for more than a month.

I didn’t know how Chanyeol felt but I was actually way more nervous than I would have admitted. I was never anxious, to be honest. Not even during exam periods, not even when I took my CSATs, not even before my graduation. Soonyoung liked to tease me about having the stress level of a dead cockroach when it came to important things that make most people freak out. Yet, I was still on the edge this time. Gosh, what did really change?

“We will do great, Yushin,” Chanyeol put a sympathetic hand on my shoulder and my legs became weaker by his touch. He looked me in the eyes and his stare seemed to pierce into my soul. I knew I was totally lost but to be frank with you, I didn’t want to be found. “We’ve practiced a lot and if someone messes up the choreography that would be me and not you.”

“You are not making me feel better,” I chuckled half-heartedly, secretly glancing at the door, hoping that Soonyoung would arrive.

“Okay, then I’ll put it this way,” he chortled but became serious in the next second. “Neither of us would mess up the dance because you are a great dancer and I had the best teacher ever, so I’m not going to make any mistakes either. I’m not going to let you down,” he whispered quietly rather than shouting it into the crazy hustle-bustle in the room, making my little heart pound crazier than ever. He said it like it was a secret that only we were able to share and I tried to embrace his words like they were my source of warmth and reassurance. His support was constant like Venus that never actually left the sky and shone at its brightest right after the sunset and it was the first that rose in the morning just before the Sun.

My legs turned into jelly after his soothing words and I almost opened my mouth to respond but Soonyoung chose this exact moment to arrive and begin his class. He immediately started babbling about the importance of pair work (just like he did when any of the pairs gave a performance) and let us present what we had been preparing.

I squealed inside. The pressure was rising, pulsing mad in my bloodstreams. It was now or never. It wasn’t like we were dancing in front of the president of Korea but still, I was shaking like a leaf falling from the tree. Nevertheless, Chanyeol was right, we had practiced a lot and I couldn’t let him down either. It was his time to shine and show how significantly he had improved.

Before the first beat, someone gently pressed my hand and I felt like I had been electrocuted the second Chanyeol touched me. I couldn’t bring myself to look at him because I knew I would be more emotional than ever, so I waited for the song to start and muttered a pray for the Gods above to help us survive this performance in one piece.

The first few seconds were a bit confusing, I was certain that I had forgotten everything. However, as the song went on, I became more and more confident and it wasn’t even that hard to enjoy myself. With the second song and its impressive choreography, I loosened up for good and the whole experience became a blur after that. I made little snapshots of our dance in my mind, so that I could remember for every single moment. It was truly a joy to be able to dance with him, without worrying, without reluctance and without barriers. I wish I had trusted him earlier to show more sides of me and let him break down my walls a bit earlier but I was actually thankful that he even made an attempt to get to know me.

The dance ended sooner than I had expected and I found myself sweeping Chanyeol into a big bear hug after our performance had ended.

“You see?” Soonyoung clapped his hands in excitement and his usual teasing tone was the only thing that could snap me back to my senses. Oh my gosh, did I really hug Park Chanyeol? No way! I must have been under the effect of some medicine. Odd behaviour was one of the symptoms of an inappropriately used drug, right?

I didn’t know how to back out of this awkward situation, so I immediately took a step back but Soonyoung couldn’t shut his mouth. Of course, he had to continue on rambling nonsense.

“I’ve told you that you really have to know your partner in order to show a good performance. And as you can see, this is how close you can get with your partner after one and a half month,” he pointed at us, his brassy grin plastered on his face.

I felt a need to facepalm because I was so devastatingly embarrassed and Soonyoung was so devastatingly annoying that I just wanted to curl up and die. I didn’t even dare to look at Chanyeol, he must have felt more uncomfortable than me. After all, I was the one who gave him a bone-breaking huge instead of him giving me one. Honestly, I was so damn proud of him and I wanted to demonstrate it somehow but I was never good with words, so body language was my only option. Well… I obviously got a bit carried away.

When the laughs and the ‘they are so cute together’ comments died away, Soonyoung took the lead and taught all of us how to dance in synchronization, not only in pairs but in little groups as well. The rest of the lesson was undeniably fun but I couldn’t enjoy it whole-heartedly because a spike of shame never left my side in the next approximately one hour.

However, as even your worst nightmare eventually ends, Soonyoung soon called it a day and dismissed his pupils. I was ready to walk up to him and tell him off for teasing his best friend after such an embarrassing situation and humiliating me in front of his group when Chanyeol literally jumped in front of me, making me stop dead in my tracks. From the corner of my eyes, I caught sight of an approving wink from my best friend but he didn’t let time for me to respond, he swiftly left the room. It was only Chanyeol and me, just like after Soonyoung had announced that we would have to work together to perform a choreography in front of the rest of the group.

My cheeks flamed up at the sight of the boy and my heart was already hammering away rapidly thanks to the intimacy of our previous situation, small wonder why I didn’t want to talk to him right after our little incident. Well, it was intentional but not intentional at the same time, so it was better to define it as an incident rather than something else. It was an act out of overflowing happiness, nothing else.

“Can I hug you, too?” Chanyeol inquired abruptly while I almost choked on my saliva.

“What?” I squeaked in return. I found heat crawling up my skin at the thought of being in his arms again.

“I asked if I could hug you, too.”

“No,” I retorted fervently because I had no idea whether he was being serious or he was merely being his usual carefree and childish self. If he wanted to hug me, I wanted it to be for real, not something that he felt he was being forced to do because he wanted to emulate me.

“Why not?” he pouted woefully.

I opened my mouth to say something but clasped it close the moment it dawned on me that I didn’t know how to voice out my feelings. Telling him that I actually liked him and wait, what? Like him? What on Earth, Kang Yushin? You really said that? Okay, let’s figure it out then. I didn’t hate him, that was certain. I was used to his whole-hearted, deep laugh so much that I didn’t want a day to pass by without hearing him laugh. I was actually convinced that his smile was beyond words but what I really liked about him was his cute little dimples when he smiled like an angel. Oh and wait! His eyes were also one of my favourites; I was sure that I could see another universe in those big doe eyes. Oh man, yes, and his touch! He had a quite rough skin due to playing his drums for hours every single day but his touch was so gentle yet so searing like he was afraid to touch me but something in his guts still motivated him to do so.

So I actually liked him? Okay, let’s face it. I did. But who knew if he liked me back? It was impossible to tell with guys like him.

“Because I don’t know whether you would take it seriously or not,” I whimpered, my voice trailing off at the end. Although I tried my best, a quiver in my voice was unmistakable.

Chanyeol’s jaw literally dropped upon hearing my answer and it must have been a comical sight if we hadn’t been in such a confusing situation. His expression was unfathomable and it drove me crazy because it seemed that he didn’t know it either. We merely stood there, waiting for the other to tell something and my nerves were already beginning to fray.

I don’t know how much time had passed when I had enough and decided to leave the room. As I was walking towards the door, Chanyeol ran after me and gently grabbed my elbow, spinning me around to face him. When he made sure that I had no intention of scampering away, he let out an aghast sigh and started speaking.

“Look, I know I’m not the most serious guy on Earth but my intention is serious.”

“Which is?” I asked reluctantly, with no hint of annoyance or mockery this time. I was hoping that he would say something similar to my internal monologue a minute ago but I shouldn’t have had my hopes up.

“I need to tell you something first,” he announced and although all I wanted was to hear whether he liked me or not, I nodded my head in submission. He shot a thankful smile at me but he could have put me on the world’s fastest rollercoaster, it would have left the same dozen of excitement and anxiety.

He cleared his throat and finally started his speech. The more he talked, the more I couldn’t believe my ears.

“I had a crush on you since we were at Jinyoung’s birthday party and yes, it’s been more than two years now but I never had the courage to tell you. I saw you dancing for the first time there and I immediately knew that I was hooked. I did everything to find out your name, I bought all the campus magazines that you’ve contributed to and I even visited places that you recommended. I always hoped that we would meet at one of those museums or exhibitions because otherwise it seemed silly to start a conversation with you,” he stopped for a moment and let out another sigh. I was already at the verge of fainting but he continued on.

“I don’t know if you know Min Yoongi but we attend almost all the lectures together and he told me one day that one of his friends got put up with you for a dance project and he’s the shyest guy he had ever met, so he didn’t know how that friend would survive this challenge. You can easily guess that this friend was Jungkook and even though I had previously said that my sudden interest in dancing and Jungkook’s absence was a mere coincidence, it wasn’t. There was actually no bet with the guys, it was all because of this sudden opportunity which I took without hesitation. I asked Jungkook if I could replace him and he was more than willing to give in. I’m surprised that Soonyoung hasn’t blurted it out yet because he also knew about my little plan.”

My tongue was completely tied. The words were stuck in my throat while my heart was doing its best to leave my ribcage. I was beyond surprised, I was literally out of my mind. Despite the fact that I really wanted to hear something like this from Chanyeol, I would never assume that he joined Soonyoung’s dance classes on purpose, nor did I know that my one and only best friend was actually a part of his plan. I should have sensed his sudden interest in my love life because he had never tried to give me relationship advices before.

“So I’m absolutely serious and I know I made a fool out of myself for trying to be your dance partner when I obviously dance like a dying whale and I know it sounds silly but since I met you, I wrote more songs than ever but I did it all because I like spending time with you and I really like you,” he summed it up and glanced around the room in an attempt to hide his bewilderment.

I honestly didn’t know how to react since my mind was preoccupied with crazily tangled thoughts but before giving it much thought, I found myself saying:

“Don’t you dare to call yourself a fool for being my dance partner!” I reprimanded Chanyeol like he was a badly behaved kid and the sudden change in my mood apparently startled him. He averted his eyes back to me and I saw that his russet-brown orbs were filled with doubt. It seemed that I needed to clarify myself before he would start crying. “No boy has ever done something like this for me before. I just wish I had known earlier that you wanted to get to know me. I wouldn’t bite if you wanted to talk to me. Okay, I can be cold sometimes but you know what I mean,” I giggled sheepishly but it still didn’t set him at ease.

“I’m actually thankful that you were my dance partner. You taught me how to enjoy dancing again and I’m not sure anyone else would have been capable of that,” I admitted unashamedly because he was really an anchor when I wanted nothing else but to sail away from all of my problems. He fought against the storm with me and provided a shelter for me. Thanks to him, I realised that there were people who cared about me and I wasn’t alone with my problems. He was such a good listener and being the mood maker he was, he could literally brighten up my days.

“Really?”

“Really,” I nodded with probably my widest smile ever. “And yes, you can hug me now,” I added cheekily but all I wanted was to be in his masculine arms and listen to the sound of his heartbeat. My favourite sound of all time.

It didn’t take him long to seize the opportunity and I soon found myself in one of his award-winning hugs. I assumed that it was probably the start for us but to be honest, I didn’t really mind because I wanted more of those hugs. And in general, I wanted more.

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Hiya! Absolutely love the work you all put in to share all these amazing fics with us, thank you so much. I can always count on finding good reading material here. I’m looking for fics where one or more of the boys gets transported to another world/alteret dimensions/switch bodies. Only read 2 like it, but it was so intetesting. Any pairing is fine. Short or long (the more the better). No mayor character deaths though, my heart can’t take it <3 Thank you again lovelies!

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hello!! thank you so much <3 

horizon line (Baekhyun/Jongdae, Apocalypse!au, Parallel Universe!au, character swap, NC-17)

-nav

hii!! i myself have only read a few one of those as sadly :( but these are the ones i have read;

The Kiss of the Secret Bee (Kyungsoo/Jongin, cafe!au, dragons, PG)

On The Flip Side (Chanyeol/Kyungsoo, wedding!au, fluff, G)

Park Baekyeol?! Byun Changkyun?! (Baekhyun/Chanyeol, comedy, fluff, highschool!au, dance!au, PG)

right side up or upside down (Yixing/Chanyeol, soulmates!au, fluff, R)

we must wake up again to a new morning (Baekhyun/Kyungsoo, smut, NC-17)

-aliza