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Three women: an ambitious rookie cop, a rebellious ER doctor, and a quiet dance student, find themselves entangled in the dark, seductive world of Seoul’s Mafia.

On the other side: a brilliant Mafia boss, a cold-hearted enforcer, and a dangerously charming manipulator.

When their worlds collide, love and loyalty blur, and crossing the line may cost them everything.

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Genre: Mafia AU | Angst | Romance | Drama

Pairings: Suho x Min | Chanyeol x Nari | Baekhyun x Sunny

Warning ⚠️: Violence and physical altercations, mentions of death/murder, weapons use (guns, knives, etc.), swearing, mild suggestive themes or sexual tension , mentions of blood/injury (e.g., medical descriptions or violence-related wounds), morally gray characters/actions.

Exo Ot12 !!!

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

The office was a whirlwind of chaos as the mafia prepared to make another bold move, eliminating Police Chief Kang Hyu-cheol, the trusted right hand of Chief Im Dong-hyun. The air was thick with frustration and fear, tension mounting with each passing second.

Inside Chief Dong-hyun’s office, the phone on his desk rang incessantly, its shrill tone cutting through the suffocating silence. But Dong-hyun didn’t move. He sat frozen, his hands trembling slightly as the devastating news sunk in.

That was when his daughter, Min, burst into the office. Hyu-cheol had been more than her father’s right hand—he had been like an uncle to her, a steady and familiar presence throughout her life. But there was no time for grief, no space for weakness. Min forced herself to push aside the growing ache in her chest. She had to be strong. For her father.

“Dad…” she said softly, her voice laced with sadness, trying to mask the cracks threatening to form.

Her father didn’t respond. The only sound in the room was the muffled sobs he tried—and failed—to contain. As the cries turned into heavy, unrelenting weeping, Min’s heart clenched. She had never seen her father cry, not once in her life. The sight left her unmoored, unsure of how to react.

Slowly, she approached him, crouching beside his chair and gently taking hold of his arm, forcing him to meet her gaze.

“Dad,” she repeated, firmer this time, her voice steady despite the storm raging inside her. “I promise you, we’re going to stop them. They won’t kill anyone else. Not on my watch.”

Her father’s tear-streaked face twisted with anguish. He knew better than anyone that this was a promise far beyond her control. And the thought of her being the mafia’s next target wrenched his heart painfully.

“You are not getting involved in this case,” he said, his voice hoarse but resolute as he fixed her with a desperate look. “Do you hear me?”

His words carried a weight that even his sobs couldn’t undermine. They were not a request—they were an order. An order born of fear, love, and the unbearable thought of losing the only family he had left.

Nestled in the secluded, impenetrable depths of Gwanmok Forest, the mansion stood like a phantom of power and wealth. It was a four-story architectural masterpiece, hidden from the world by twisted, unlit roads and signal-dead zones. Its modern façade exuded luxury—glass, steel, and stone fused seamlessly under the faint glow of the evening sky. Outside, an elegant cascading waterfall dominated the courtyard, flanked by well-manicured gardens. Gigantic gates guarded the property, reinforced with cutting-edge security.

Inside, the mansion was a labyrinth of purpose. The underground basements housed an expansive training facility and an arsenal of weapons and vehicles. The ground floor featured a state-of-the-art casino, a lavish bar, and a sprawling living room. Offices filled the first floor, equipped with high-tech surveillance and hacking equipment. The third floor was reserved for the minions and staff quarters, while the fourth was strictly for the core eight members—the Mafia’s elite. This uppermost level hosted their bedrooms and an ultra-private meeting room where only they gathered to decide the fate of their empire.

The core members sat around a sleek glass table in the dimly lit meeting room. Suho leaned back in his chair, his piercing gaze scanning the room. A glass of whiskey rested in his hand, the amber liquid catching the light from the digital screens that lined the walls.

“So, I’m assuming you’ve heard already,” Suho began, his voice calm yet cold. “Someone killed Hyu-cheol. But now the police are sniffing around.”

Sehun slouched in his chair, twirling a blade between his fingers. His irritation was palpable. “We’ve got too many businesses running right now to deal with this. The last thing we need is the cops breathing down our necks.”

“What’s the plan, then?” Xiumin asked, his tone steady as he folded his arms. Ever the reliable one, he was always ready for action but measured in his approach.

Suho’s expression remained unreadable as he replied, “They’ll probably send someone after us. We need to stay vigilant.”

Baekhyun smirked, leaning forward with his usual mischievous air. “And who’s going to come for us now that Hyu-cheol is out of the picture?”

D.O., seated at the far end, didn’t lift his eyes from his laptop as he tapped away. “From my sources, Hyu-cheol’s superior is Im Dong-hyun. Chief of Police in the Violent Crimes Division. He’s been in his position for over 12 years but has never touched a case involving the Mafia. Until now.”

Suho swirled the whiskey in his glass, his sharp eyes narrowing. “What else do we know about him?”

D.O. connected his laptop to the large screen at the front of the room. “Plenty,” he replied, his tone even. As the screen flickered to life, a profile of Dong-hyun appeared. “He’s 52. Solved dozens of high-profile cases, with a success rate of 97%. Widowed. Has diabetes, mild form. But here’s the interesting part—he has a daughter. An only child. His weakness.”

The room went silent for a moment, the implication sinking in.

“Should I give you more details about her?” D.O. asked, his voice cutting through the silence.

Suho gave a curt nod.

D.O. clicked through the files. “She’s 25. A junior officer in the Violent Crimes Division. However, she’s been kept on low-risk cases—probably her father’s doing. She’s green but ambitious.”

The screen shifted to live surveillance footage, showing Min with two women walking inside of a café.

“Is this live?” Chen asked, raising an eyebrow as he leaned forward.

“Yes,” D.O. confirmed.

“Who are those two with her?” Chanyeol asked, his deep voice breaking his usual silence.

D.O. pulled up their profiles. “Kim Nari, 24, a dancer at the Korean National Opera. And Han So-yeon, also known as Sunny, 25, a resident ER doctor.”

Baekhyun’s eyes sparkled with mischief as he leaned back in his chair. “A cop, a doctor, and a dancer. Sounds like the beginning of a bad joke.”

Kai, who had been silent until now, finally spoke. “What’s their relevance to us?”

“They’re not involved in anything… yet,” D.O. said. “But they’re close to her. If we want leverage against Im Dong-hyun, they might be the key.”

Kai’s jaw tightened as he glanced at the screen. “Leverage is one thing, but dragging innocent people into this?” His rebellious streak was always at odds with his sense of loyalty to their moral code.

“They’re not innocent if they’re in our way,” Sehun said coldly, his eyes fixed on the screen. “If they want to protect her, they’ll become collateral damage.”

Suho raised his hand, silencing the room. “We’re not making any moves yet. Dong-hyun hasn’t come for us directly. But keep watching. If he does, we’ll use whatever means necessary to protect our empire. Understood?”

A collective murmur of agreement echoed through the room.

As the meeting adjourned, the tension lingered in the air, each member retreating to their thoughts, knowing that the storm brewing outside was just the beginning.

“However…” Suho’s voice cut through the air, halting the members who were halfway out of their seats. He leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing with a faint smirk. “I’ll need you to keep an eye on them.”

Chanyeol let out an arrogant laugh, crossing his arms. “That’s newbie work. Why don’t we send lower ranked staff ? They got time to waste.”

Suho raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. His smirk deepened. “So, we have a volunteer?” he asked, looking straight at Chanyeol. The room chuckled lightly, Suho’s mockery evident.

Chanyeol rolled his eyes. “This is bullshit.”

“You think so?” Suho said with a teasing laugh. “Then maybe you’re not as elite as you claim to be.”

Baekhyun sighed dramatically, tossing his head back. “Enough of this. We’ve got the China export to handle. Don’t tell me you expect us to babysit on top of everything else.”

Suho’s tone turned sharp, commanding the room’s attention. “That’s why you’re here, Baekhyun. Because you’re elite. You’re not just muscles and charm, you can multitask.”

Baekhyun groaned but didn’t argue further.

“I’ll keep tabs on Dong-hyun and his daughter,” Suho continued, his gaze shifting across the table. “Chanyeol and Baekhyun, you’ll keep an eye on the other two—Nari and Sunny. D.O., keep digging into their backgrounds. Report everything to me.”

D.O. gave a subtle nod, already processing the assignment in his head.

Chen, leaning casually against the wall, spoke up. “Who do you think killed Hyu-cheol? Was it the China Mafia?”

“Probably,” Suho admitted, his voice laced with frustration. “But we don’t have proof yet.” His fingers tapped rhythmically against the table as he continued. “They’ve been waiting for an opening since they betrayed us years ago. They’ve grown fast, too fast. But let’s be clear: they’re still not on our level.”

The room grew quiet as Suho’s words sank in. Everyone understood the gravity of the situation. Betrayal wasn’t something Suho, or the EXO Mafia would forgive easily.

The café buzzed softly with the hum of casual chatter and the clinking of cups against saucers. Nari, Min, and Sunny had just stepped inside, their presence turning a few heads—not that they noticed. Min chose a cozy table near the back, away from prying ears.

“Thanks for coming,” Min said after they sat down, her tone heavy with unspoken tension. She rubbed her temples as if trying to massage away the weight of her thoughts.

“Is it true?” Nari asked carefully. “About the Chief of Police being murdered?”

Sunny leaned back in her chair, her expression serious for once. “Yeah,” she said, her tone low. “The ER was a mess when his body came in for the autopsy. You wouldn’t believe the chaos.”

Nari blinked, her curiosity piqued. “Wait, so you saw him?”

Sunny shook her head quickly. “No. I didn’t see him. It’s just… bad news spreads fast, you know?”

Min exhaled sharply, frustration evident in the way she clenched her fists. “I swear I’ll catch them one day,” she muttered, her voice filled with determination.

Sunny, ever the chaotic one, leaned forward with a playful grin. “And what if they catch you instead?” she teased. “Imagine being kidnapped by a mafia boss. How thrilling would that be?” Her laugh rang out, light and carefree.

Nari rolled her eyes, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Why am I not even surprised you’d find something like that exciting?”

The three of them laughed, the tension momentarily easing. Still, Min’s eyes kept darting to the security cameras positioned around the café.

“Min, are you okay?” Nari asked, noticing her distraction.

“Yeah…” Min said, forcing a smile. But the crease between her brows told a different story.

Sunny clapped her hands together suddenly, snapping them out of the moment. “Anyway! Are you guys coming with me this weekend to the casino? I got invited by this guy who came to the ER, someone cut off one of his fingers. Poor guy.”

Nari’s eyes widened. “Wait, what? Are you sure it’s a good idea to go to a place like that with everything happening? The Mafia’s all over the city right now!”

Sunny waved her hand dismissively. “That’s why we’re taking Miss Police Officer over here.” She pointed dramatically at Min. “If anything happens, she can arrest them or something.”

Min’s lips quirked into a faint smile. “That might actually help me find some clues. Could be useful.”

Sunny grinned, victorious. “See? Even Min thinks it’s a good idea.”

Nari hesitated but finally sighed in resignation. “Fine. But if we end up in trouble, you’re the one explaining it to the authorities, Sunny.”

Sunny laughed, clapping her hands. “Deal. So it’s official, we’re going!”

As they continued talking, Min’s eyes lingered on the cameras once more, that nagging feeling of being watched refusing to leave her.

Next day , the ER was loud and chaotic, exactly like Sunny herself. The constant buzz of ringing phones, nurses barking orders, and patients crying out in pain seemed to mirror her personality. She fit perfectly there, like chaos personified in a white coat.

From kids with appendicitis to car crash victims, births to toddlers with high fevers, Sunny had seen it all in just one day. Yet, amidst the overwhelming energy of her job, her mind kept circling back to the conversation she’d had with Nari and Min the day before.

Mafia. The word held an allure she couldn’t quite resist. It wasn’t fear that gnawed at her, fear rarely fazed Sunny. No, it was curiosity, a deep itch she couldn’t ignore. And that curiosity was about to lead her somewhere she’d never ventured before.

The morgue.

The cold, sterile basement of the hospital wasn’t a place Sunny frequented. She’d avoided it thus far, preferring the chaos of the ER to the stillness of death. But now, her curiosity had gotten the best of her.

When she pushed open the heavy metal door, the temperature dropped immediately, sending a chill down her spine. The faint hum of the fluorescent lights echoed in the empty space.

“Of course, it’s freezing down here,” she muttered under her breath, rubbing her arms.

“Sunny?” came a voice from across the room.

She turned to see Jayhun, another resident doctor, standing by a desk piled with papers. He looked up, slightly surprised to see her there.

“Hello, Jay!” Sunny said brightly, masking her discomfort. She walked over to him, her usual confident stride intact. “Can I ask you a few questions?”

Jayhun nodded, setting down his pen. “Sure. What’s up?”

Sunny leaned slightly against the desk. “Were you here when they brought in Hyu-cheol? The police chief?”

Jayhun’s brows furrowed, his focus shifting to her fully. “Yeah,” he said slowly, almost cautiously. “Do you want to know about him?”

Sunny nodded eagerly, but Jayhun was already flipping through some documents. He handed her a report, his expression unreadable.

Sunny scanned the page, her eyes widening. “Wow… was he stabbed? I was expecting something a bit more, what’s the word, classy from the Mafia. Guns or something, you know?”

Jayhun stiffened, his gaze narrowing. “How do you know it was the Mafia?”

Sunny, always quick with her tongue, shrugged nonchalantly. “Who else? He was working on Mafia cases, wasn’t he? Seems logical.”

Jayhun’s tone turned sharp, almost defensive. “You don’t know that.”

Sensing the tension, Sunny decided not to push further. “Right, right. Just speculation,” she said lightly, setting the report back on his desk. “Thanks for this.”

Jayhun didn’t respond immediately, his eyes still on her as she turned and left.

By the time Sunny returned to her floor, the usual chaos had resumed. Nurses rushed by with clipboards, and a patient’s groan echoed faintly from a nearby room. She headed straight to her locker, where she pulled out her phone and dialed Min.

Min answered on the second ring. “Sunny? What’s up?”

Sunny didn’t waste time. “I just came from the morgue. Hyu-cheol was stabbed, Min. Not shot, not poisoned—stabbed. Doesn’t that seem… off?”

Min’s voice was calm but laced with tension. “I already know. I got the autopsy report earlier today.”

Sunny leaned against her locker, frowning. “Oh. Well, doesn’t that strike you as weird? I thought the was all about guns these days.”

“They are,” Min admitted. “That’s what’s bothering me. They haven’t used knives in years, and the location where Hyu-cheol’s body was found, it’s not one of their usual spots. Something doesn’t add up.”

Sunny could hear the frustration in her friend���s voice. “So… what now?”

“I keep digging,” Min said firmly. “And I keep my father from finding out how involved I am. He’s already trying to push me off this case.”

Sunny smirked. “Good luck with that. We both know you’re as stubborn as they come.”

Chanyeol wasn’t happy. In fact, he was downright pissed.

Sitting in the shadows of the opera’s vast auditorium, he leaned back in the creaky wooden chair, arms crossed tightly over his chest. The rehearsal was in full swing, with dancers moving fluidly across the stage. But his eyes were glued to one figure: Nari.

She stood out effortlessly, not just because of her beauty but because of the way she moved. Graceful yet powerful, she commanded attention without even trying. Chanyeol hated to admit it, but she was captivating.

Still, that didn’t make this assignment any less irritating.

He pulled out his phone and dialed Baekhyun.

“What?” Baekhyun’s voice came through, annoyed.

“This is pure bullshit,” Chanyeol hissed. “Is Suho testing us or what?”

Baekhyun chuckled dryly. “I agree. We’ve got a billion better things to worry about than babysitting some girls.”

“At least yours is a little interesting,” Chanyeol shot back. “I have to sit here watching Miss Little Swan do pirouettes.” His tone was dripping with disdain.

Baekhyun laughed outright, clearly enjoying Chanyeol’s misery. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous of her talent.”

Chanyeol growled into the phone. “Shut up. Have you found out anything about Sunny yet?”

Baekhyun sobered slightly. “Yeah. My guy inside, Jayhun, told me she went to the morgue asking questions about Hyu-cheol.”

Chanyeol’s jaw tightened. “She’s nosy. That could be a problem.”

“No kidding,” Baekhyun replied. “But if she keeps poking around, it might actually help us figure out who killed Hyu-cheol.”

Chanyeol sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I swear, if this turns into more of a headache, I’m done.”

Baekhyun snorted. “Yeah, sure. Like Suho’s going to let you off the hook that easily.”

Chanyeol hung up, his eyes drifting back to the stage. Nari was in the middle of a complicated routine, her movements so precise they seemed almost effortless.

The rehearsal had finally wrapped up after what felt like an eternity to Chanyeol. The dancers filed out of the auditorium, their tired chatter echoing through the space. But, of course, Miss Little Swan had to stay behind.

From his hidden corner, Chanyeol watched as Nari moved across the stage, repeating the same spin over and over again. Her brows were furrowed in concentration, her movements sharp yet fluid. She seemed completely unaware of the emptiness around her, completely focused on getting every detail right.

“Perfectionist,” Chanyeol muttered under his breath, tapping his finger against the armrest of his chair.

Just then, movement near the stage caught his eye. Yoomi, one of the cleaning staff, appeared, struggling to carry a basket loaded with cleaning supplies and brooms that looked far too heavy for her.

Before Chanyeol could even consider stepping in—though, realistically, he had no intention of doing so—Nari noticed the older woman. She stopped mid-spin, her expression instantly softening. Without hesitation, she jogged over to Minji and took the basket from her hands.

“Oh, Minji! You should’ve called someone to help you,” Nari scolded gently, her voice warm and full of concern.

Minji smiled gratefully, brushing her hands off on her apron. “Ah, you’re too kind, Nari. Thank you, dear.”

Nari set the basket down and straightened up, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “It’s nothing. You shouldn’t be carrying something so heavy by yourself.”

As they spoke, their laughter filled the otherwise quiet auditorium. Chanyeol’s brows furrowed slightly.

“You were amazing today,” Minji said, her eyes lighting up. “I was watching from the back. You’re more and more perfect every day.”

Nari waved a hand dismissively, her cheeks flushing faintly. “You’re too kind, Yoomi. I’m far from perfect. There’s still so much I need to work on.”

“Nonsense,” Minji said firmly. “You shine brighter than anyone else on that stage.”

Nari tried to laugh off the compliment, changing the subject. “How’s your husband? He was sick last week, wasn’t he?”

Minji's face softened at the mention of her husband. “He’s much better, thanks to those medicines you sent us. I don’t know how to thank you, Nari.”

Nari reached out and hugged Yoomi, her genuine warmth practically radiating from her. “Please don’t mention it. I was happy to help. I’m just glad he’s feeling better.”

Chanyeol’s eyes narrowed as he watched the interaction. There was something almost unnerving about how kind she was. That kind of kindness could easily get her in trouble. People like her, soft-hearted, selfless, were easy targets.

He leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms. He used to be like that once, before life beat it out of him. Nari didn’t seem like someone who’d been through that kind of hardship. She had no idea how cruel the world could be.

Too naive, he thought grimly. She won’t survive like that.

Just as he was starting to get lost in his own thoughts, a ringtone broke the silence, snapping him back to reality.

Nari fished her phone out of her bag and answered it, her voice light and cheerful. “Sunny? Hey! How was your shift?”

Chanyeol sat up slightly, straining to catch snippets of the conversation.

“Yeah, I’m done here… No, I stayed a little longer. You know how it is,” Nari said, laughing softly.

Her tone shifted slightly, a mix of excitement and nervousness creeping in. “Wait, where did you say? The casino? At the periphery of Seoul?”

Chanyeol’s interest was piqued. A casino?

Nari paused, biting her lip. “I don’t know, Sunny. That sounds… well, a little sketchy.”

Chanyeol smirked faintly. At least she’s got some sense.

But then she sighed. “Fine, fine. I’ll go. But if anything weird happens, you’re buying me lunch for the rest of the month.”

She hung up, shaking her head with a small smile.

Chanyeol’s smirk faded. A casino on the outskirts of Seoul? That was dangerous territory—too dangerous for someone like her.

Pulling out his phone, he dialed Baekhyun.

“Now what?” Baekhyun answered, his tone exasperated.

“They’re going to a casino tonight,” Chanyeol said flatly, his jaw tightening.

“A casino?” Baekhyun echoed, a hint of amusement in his voice. “Well, that’s… unexpected.”

“Yeah, and it’s one of those casinos. The ones Suho told us to stay clear of unless absolutely necessary.”

Baekhyun let out a low whistle. “Guess you’ll be working overtime tonight, huh?”

Chanyeol ignored the jab. “Just keep an eye on Sunny from your end. I’ll handle this.”

“Good luck with that,” Baekhyun said with a chuckle. “Sounds like your Little Swan is going to be a handful.”

Chanyeol hung up without replying, his eyes narrowing as he watched Nari gather her things and leave the stage.

“Handful doesn’t even begin to cover it,” he muttered, rising from his seat and disappearing into the shadows.

The Paradise Casino exuded a level of luxury and exclusivity that instantly caught their attention. Warm, golden lighting cascaded through shimmering metallic curtains that hung like drapes over sections of the vast room. Tables with sleek, polished finishes were surrounded by plush, leather chairs. The patterned carpets in deep shades of black and gold gave the space an air of sophistication, while the soft hum of conversations, clinking glasses, and the occasional cheer from a winning hand filled the air. Private rooms were tucked away on an upper level, accessible only by a staircase with glowing railings, reserved for the wealthiest or most dangerous guests.

Sunny parked the Mini Cooper, and the three of them stepped out, adjusting their outfits to shield themselves from the cold. Nari tugged at her dress uncomfortably as they approached the entrance.

“This place looks… a little too fancy for us,” Nari muttered, glancing at the extravagant decor visible through the grand glass doors.

“It’s perfect,” Sunny said confidently, adjusting her blonde bangs and flashing a mischievous grin. “A little glamour never hurt anyone. Plus, it’s not like we’re here to gamble our life savings—just to look around.”

“You’ve never been to a casino before, though, right?” Nari asked, frowning.

“Nope, but how hard can it be?” Sunny replied nonchalantly. “Besides, if anything goes wrong, Min’s got her cop badge, right?”

Min laughed as they stepped inside. “Yeah, sure, that’ll help. Too bad I couldn’t smuggle my gun in here. Don’t worry, though—I’ve got my intimidating glare.” She winked at Nari, who groaned softly.

“This feels like a terrible idea,” Nari whispered under her breath, but neither of her friends seemed to hear her over the upbeat jazz music playing in the background.

They found a cozy booth near the center of the room and ordered a round of cocktails. Sunny pouted when her virgin mojito arrived. “This sucks—I can’t even have a real drink.”

“You don’t need alcohol to cause chaos,” Nari teased, finally relaxing enough to join in the banter. “You’re a walking hurricane.”

Sunny laughed, raising her glass. “Cheers to that!”

As they laughed and sipped their drinks, they were completely unaware of the three pairs of watchful eyes tracking their every move from a shadowed corner of the casino. Chanyeol, Baekhyun, and Sehun sat at a private booth, blending seamlessly into the opulent surroundings. All three were dressed in sharp, tailored suits that screamed power and authority, their weapons concealed but easily accessible.

“This is ridiculous,” Chanyeol muttered, his eyes narrowing as he observed the girls. “Why are we babysitting?”

“Maybe Suho wanted to see if you’d finally develop a soft spot for someone,” Baekhyun teased, smirking as he swirled his drink. “Look at you, playing bodyguard.”

Chanyeol scoffed, leaning back in his chair. “At least your target has some spice. I’m stuck watching a ballerina who thinks the world’s all sunshine and rainbows.”

“You sound jealous,” Baekhyun quipped. “I, for one, am enjoying this. Who knows? Maybe something interesting will happen.”

As if on cue, a tall blonde man approached the girls’ table. All three of the men stiffened slightly when they recognized him.

“Luhan,” Baekhyun said under his breath, rolling his eyes. “What are the odds?”

Sehun smirked. “This might actually get entertaining. Luhan’s probably got a pocketful of drugs ready to spike their drinks.”

“We’re not letting that happen,” Chanyeol said sharply. His voice was low but commanding, leaving no room for argument. He gestured to one of the casino’s staff—a man loyal to their mafia—and whispered instructions. Within minutes, the waitress carrying the girls’ drinks accidentally stumbled, spilling the contents before they could take a sip.

“Crisis averted,” Baekhyun said, watching the scene unfold. “Luhan must be fuming.”

Back at the girls’ table, Luhan had introduced himself as one of the casino’s owners, sliding smoothly into the seat beside Nari. His charming smile didn’t quite reach his eyes, and Min immediately felt her guard go up.

“Are you ladies having fun?” he asked, his voice dripping with charisma. “I hope the Paradise Casino is treating you well.”

“It’s nice,” Sunny said, shrugging. “But it could be more exciting.”

Luhan chuckled, leaning in slightly. “Well, let me know if there’s anything I can do to make your evening more… memorable.”

“Actually, we’re waiting for some friends to join us,” Min said quickly, her instincts telling her to lie. She met Luhan’s gaze with practiced calm, but she wasn’t sure if he believed her.

Luhan’s smile widened. “Of course. I hope you enjoy your time here.” With that, he stood and walked away, leaving a faint trace of expensive cologne in his wake.

“Creepy,” Nari whispered, shivering slightly.

Meanwhile, back at the corner booth, Sehun laughed quietly. “Luhan and his old tricks. Think he’ll try again?”

“Probably,” Baekhyun said, already losing interest. “He can’t help himself.”

Chanyeol’s expression darkened. “We need to keep them out of trouble. I’ll handle it if Luhan tries anything else.”

As Min decided to approach Luhan for more information, Sunny and Nari wandered over to the gaming tables. Sunny, with her usual confidence, tried her hand at a slot machine, while Nari stayed close by, clearly uncomfortable but putting on a brave face.

“Relax,” Sunny said, nudging her friend playfully. “It’s just for fun. Who knows? Maybe you’ll hit the jackpot.”

Nari forced a smile but couldn’t shake the feeling that they were being watched. Little did she know, Chanyeol’s sharp eyes were locked on her every move, his protective instincts kicking in despite himself.

Nari’s head felt heavy as the overwhelming glitz of the casino grew too much to bear. The loud chatter, the relentless lights, and the haze of cigarette smoke pressed down on her chest. She needed air. Spotting a side door near the back, she slipped away unnoticed by her friends.

The cool night air greeted her as she stepped outside into a dimly lit alley behind the casino. She exhaled deeply, trying to clear her mind, but her relief was short-lived.

“Lost, sweetheart?”

Nari froze. Two men emerged from the shadows, their grins wide and uninviting. Their suits were cheap, their demeanor cocky, and their intentions unmistakable.

“I was just leaving,” she said, her voice steadier than she felt.

But they didn’t move aside. One of them stepped closer, his eyes shamelessly trailing down her sparkling black dress. “Leaving? Not so fast. Stay a while. Let’s chat.”

Nari’s stomach churned as panic began to set in. She instinctively took a step back, but there was nowhere to go.

“Don’t be shy,” the other one chimed in. “We don’t bite.

When the first man reached out, his hand brushing against her lower back, Nari felt as though ice had suddenly gripped her spine. Before she could react, a deep, commanding voice echoed from the darkness.

“I’d remove that hand if I were you.”

The air turned frigid, as if winter had arrived in that alley alone. Nari shivered, her dress doing little to protect her from the sudden chill. She turned her head toward the source of the voice and froze.

He stepped into the faint light, his towering figure dominating the space. Nari was tall, but he was taller—a striking man with fiery red hair that seemed to glow even in the dimness. His dark suit was pristine, tailored perfectly to his lean but powerful frame.

The two men immediately paled, their bravado vanishing. One of them stammered, “W-We didn’t mean any harm—”

Chanyeol didn’t let him finish. His piercing gaze bore into them, his voice low and menacing. “Leave her alone. Now. Unless you want to leave here in pieces.”

The menace in his tone was undeniable. The men didn’t need a second warning. They scurried away like rats, throwing fearful glances over their shoulders as they disappeared into the night.

Nari was rooted in place, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn’t take her eyes off him. Was he dangerous? Probably. But he had just saved her, and for some reason, that thought was oddly comforting.

“You okay?” his voice was softer now, breaking through her haze.

She nodded mutely, unable to find her voice.

Satisfied, he turned to leave, but just as he was about to disappear into the shadows, she finally managed to speak. “Thank you.”

He paused for a moment before glancing over his shoulder. His lips twitched upward, barely forming the shadow of a smile, but he said nothing as he walked away.

As she watched him disappear into the night, her thoughts raced. He was polished, expensive-looking, and dangerously handsome. But there was something about his cold aura that unsettled her. Who was he?

Chanyeol, meanwhile, felt equally distracted. He hadn’t planned to intervene, but seeing her there—vulnerable and out of place—something in him snapped. And then he remembered her from the opera. That kind smile she had given the cleaning lady. That softness. That light. It was a stark contrast to the world he lived in.

Something was wrong, and he knew it.

Nari returned to the casino, weaving through the crowd until she spotted Min and Sunny at a table. The two were playing some game she had only ever seen in movies, laughing and teasing each other like they didn’t have a care in the world.

Min immediately noticed her friend’s tense demeanor. “What happened?” she asked, her tone low and concerned.

“Nothing,” Nari lied, shaking her head. But she couldn’t hide the distracted way her eyes scanned the room, searching for a flash of red hair.

The atmosphere in the meeting room was thick with tension. Suho sat at the head of the table, his expression thunderous. Everyone else remained silent, knowing better than to speak when their leader was in this mood.

“I have information,” Suho began, his voice sharp and controlled, “that the Chinese mafia might be here in Korea.”

“‘Might’?” Baekhyun scoffed, leaning back in his chair. “Do you mean ‘definitely,’ or are we just guessing?”

Chanyeol cut in, his voice calm but firm. “It’s confirmed. We saw Luhan earlier tonight at the casino.”

A murmur spread through the group.

“That means they’re responsible for Hyucheol,” Xiumin said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

“It’s not just about him,” Baekhyun muttered, swearing under his breath. “If they’re here, they’re not just sending hitmen. They’re here for us.”

“There’s another problem,” Chanyeol added, his tone darkening. “We saw Luhan talking to someone. The police chief’s daughter.”

The room went silent. Suho’s expression didn’t change, but the way his eyes darkened made everyone uneasy. He stared down at the reports in front of him, deep in thought.

“D.O.?” Suho finally asked, breaking the silence.

D.O. pushed his laptop forward, his tone calm but precise. “I hacked into the airport arrivals data and CCTV footage. It’s confirmed—they’re here. But they arranged to avoid all customs and registration checks.”

He clicked a button, and a grainy video played on the screen. Four men were seen leaving a private jet.

“They didn’t even try to hide,” Chen muttered, recognizing their faces immediately.

“So, all of them are here,” Xiumin said, his voice grim. “They’re up to something big.”

“That’s why we need to stay vigilant,” Suho said sharply. His eyes swept across the room, landing on each member in turn. “No distractions.” He put heavy emphasis on the last word.

The tension in the room was palpable. Everyone knew the storm was coming—they just didn’t know when it would hit.

The meeting room fell into a tense silence after Suho’s final declaration. Everyone exchanged heavy glances. They all knew the reputation of the China mafia—their cruelty, their resources, and their mastery of manipulation. It wasn’t just another gang. It was an organization that thrived on fear and annihilation.

“For now,” Suho broke the silence, his voice sharp and authoritative, “we stick to our assignments and routines. Nothing changes. I’ll assign more guards to the house and our bases. Stay vigilant.”

His gaze shifted to Sehun and Kai. “You two will find them. Track their movements, figure out what they’re planning. Report directly to me. No screw-ups.”

Kai nodded curtly, already processing the task at hand. Sehun, however, smirked as he leaned back in his chair, arms crossed.

“And while we’re out there doing the real work,” Sehun drawled, looking straight at Chanyeol and Baekhyun, “you two can keep babysitting.”

Chanyeol narrowed his eyes, his irritation visible, but it was Baekhyun who immediately fired back, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Aw, Sehun. Don’t be jealous that Suho doesn’t trust you with important tasks like babysitting. It requires tact, charm, and brains—three things you seriously lack.”

Sehun laughed mockingly, leaning forward. “Say that again after you’ve had your first successful mission in, what, a decade?”

Baekhyun opened his mouth to retort, but Suho slammed his palm on the table. “Enough!” His sharp tone sliced through the room, silencing them instantly. “This isn’t a game. Act like the professionals you’re supposed to be, or I’ll find people who can.”

The tension thickened as both Sehun and Baekhyun sat back in silence, their glares still burning.

Suho turned to D.O. with a slight nod, his voice measured but firm. “D.O., any progress on the police chief’s daughter?”

D.O. smirked faintly, sliding a folder across the table toward Suho. It was thicker than any of them expected. “A little,” he said, his tone smug.

Suho opened the folder, and his brows furrowed in surprise at the sheer volume of information. The others couldn’t help but glance curiously as Suho flipped through the pages—her academic records, family history, career achievements, and even candid photographs.

“Impressive,” Suho murmured, still scanning through the file. His tone was calm, but there was an edge of satisfaction.

When the meeting adjourned, the others filtered out of the room. Suho stayed behind, seated at the head of the table with the folder open in front of him. His eyes lingered on a photograph of Min at the police academy. There was something about her—a spark of determination in her eyes that caught his attention. “This girl…” he muttered to himself, tapping the edge of the photo absentmindedly.

The next day at the violent crimes office was as chaotic as usual—phones ringing, detectives arguing, and paperwork scattered across desks. Min entered her father’s office to find him pacing furiously, yelling into the phone.

“This is unacceptable! You’ve had this information for weeks, and you’re telling me now?!” Chief Im’s voice boomed, his face red with anger. When the call ended, he slammed the phone down, the sound echoing through the room.

“Wow,” Min said with a soft chuckle, closing the door behind her. “I haven’t seen you this mad in a while. What’s going on?”

Her father sighed heavily, running a hand through his graying hair. “This damn mafia… They’re causing problems again. Every lead is a dead end, and now this.”

“Well,” Min said brightly, leaning against his desk, “I might have some good news. But first, you have to promise to let me get involved.”

Her father shot her a sharp look. “Yoon-min, no. Absolutely not. This is dangerous work—too dangerous for you.”

“Dad, come on,” she said, exasperated. “You know I’ve been training for this my entire career. Trust me. I can handle it.”

Chief Im rubbed his temples, clearly torn. After a long pause, he sighed in defeat. “Fine. But listen to me—if anything happens, even the smallest thing, you’re out. Do you understand me?”

Min rolled her eyes but nodded. “Got it, Dad. Now, let me show you what I found.”

She placed a set of papers on his desk and began explaining. “I’ve been looking into the Guan-mok forest on the outskirts of Seoul. The satellite maps of the area have been tampered with—likely hacked. There’s no other explanation for the discrepancies I found. It looks like someone erased key details from the system, possibly to hide something. If my theory is correct, this forest is being used as a base or meeting point.”

Chief Im’s brows furrowed as he leaned over the papers, clearly impressed.

“But there’s a downside,” Min continued. “The forest is huge. There’s no signal out there, which means any search would be difficult and dangerous. And if they’re hiding something, there’s bound to be security—probably armed.”

Her father stared at her, a mix of disbelief and pride on his face. “How… How did you even find all of this?”

Min smirked and crossed her arms. “I have my ways. Maybe you should trust me more often.”

Chief Im sighed again, sitting heavily in his chair. “You’re just like your mother,” he muttered, shaking his head.

Min smiled softly. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Be careful, Yoon-min,” he said, his tone serious. “This isn’t a game. These people don’t play fair, and they don’t give second chances.”

“I know,” she said firmly. “But I’m ready.”

As she left the office, Min couldn’t shake the feeling that her father was holding something back—something that made him more anxious than usual. She resolved to get to the bottom of it, no matter the risk.

It was late, and the fluorescent streetlights cast long shadows over the empty parking lot as Sunny finally clocked out from her grueling shift at the hospital. She stifled a yawn, her legs aching from the endless hours on her feet. Her stomach growled, reminding her she hadn’t eaten since lunch. Cooking was out of the question—she was far too tired—so she decided to stop at a small convenience store on her way home to grab something quick.

Sliding into her car, she sighed deeply, cranking the engine to life. The short drive to the store felt like a blur, her exhaustion making every second drag. When she arrived, she parked near the front of the shop, noting how deserted the parking lot looked. A chill ran down her spine, but she brushed it off, blaming her overworked nerves.

Baekhyun was leaning against a car near the edge of the lot, a cigarette between his fingers. The soft glow of the ember illuminated his sharp features in the dark, his gaze distant as he exhaled a cloud of smoke. Tonight had been another headache—Suho’s warnings about the Chinese mafia lingered in his mind, but Baekhyun wasn’t the type to stress outwardly. His moment of solitude didn’t last long, though.

A man emerged from the shadows. Baekhyun noticed him too late; the stranger lunged at him, catching him off guard. A punch landed squarely on Baekhyun’s jaw, splitting his lip and sending blood dripping down his chin. The taste of iron filled his mouth as pain radiated through his face, but Baekhyun quickly regained his composure.

“You really picked the wrong guy,” Baekhyun muttered, his voice low and dangerous.

The man didn’t have time to react before Baekhyun grabbed him by the collar, slamming him to the ground with a force that made the concrete echo. The stranger scrambled to his feet, realizing his mistake as he caught the cold, murderous glint in Baekhyun’s eyes. Without another word, he turned and ran, disappearing into the night like a coward.

Baekhyun wiped the blood from his face with the back of his hand, muttering a curse under his breath. He leaned against his car, trying to gather himself when he heard the faint sound of heels clicking on the pavement.

Sunny emerged from the store, a small bag of groceries in hand. She was heading to her car when her eyes landed on Baekhyun. Her jaw dropped at the sight of his bloodied face, and the bag slipped from her hands, its contents spilling across the asphalt.

“Wait here!” she called out, rushing to her car to grab the first aid kit she always kept in her trunk.

Baekhyun straightened, surprised by her sudden urgency. Before he could say anything, she was back, gloves on her hands and a determined look in her eyes.

“Let me help you,” Sunny said firmly, her usual playful tone replaced by the authoritative voice of a doctor.

“It’s just blood,” Baekhyun replied dismissively, turning his face away. “I’m not dying.”

“Stop being difficult,” she snapped, moving closer. Her hands were steady, and her focus was sharp. “Sit still, or this will hurt more than it already does.”

Baekhyun froze, caught off guard by her no-nonsense attitude. He allowed her to clean the blood off his face and examine the cut on his lip. As her fingers brushed against his skin, he found himself staring at her. Her concentration was unyielding, her brow slightly furrowed, and her lips pressed into a thin line.

“There,” she said softly after a moment, stepping back and handing him an ice pack. “It’s not too bad, but you should keep this on for a while to stop the swelling.”

Baekhyun smirked faintly. “You’re pretty bossy for someone I just met.”

Sunny rolled her eyes. “And you’re pretty stubborn for someone bleeding all over the place.”

She packed up her kit, but her concern lingered. “What happened? Did someone just randomly attack you? If you want, I can call my friend—she’s with the police. She could help you file a report.”

Baekhyun let out a dry laugh. “A report? For some idiot who doesn’t even know how to throw a punch?” He wiped at the dried blood on his jaw. “Trust me, he’s not worth the trouble.”

Sunny frowned at his harsh tone but didn’t press further. “Well, with the mafia out there, you really should be more careful,” she said, half-joking but still somewhat serious.

Her words struck a chord, but Baekhyun hid his reaction behind a cold expression. “You’re one to talk. It’s late. You should go home.”

Sunny hesitated for a moment but nodded, realizing she wasn’t going to get much more out of him. “Alright. Take care of yourself,” she said, offering a small wave as she got into her car.

Baekhyun watched her drive away, her taillights disappearing into the distance. He touched the bandage on his lip, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “The mafia’s out there,” he muttered to himself, shaking his head. Something about her amused him, though he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

He flicked the spent cigarette to the ground, stepping on it before getting into his car. As he drove off, he couldn’t stop thinking about the strange girl who’d patched him up without a second thought. Maybe the night wasn’t so bad after all.

Baekhyun lay on his bed, eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t shake off the memory of the interaction in the parking lot. The way Sunny’s hands moved so delicately, yet with determination, while treating his wound. Her serious tone, so unlike her usual playful nature, had stirred something deep inside him.

“Damn it,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. The thought of her concerned face kept replaying in his mind, and it annoyed him that she had this kind of effect on him. He wasn’t supposed to care.

The next evening, Chanyeol found himself in the opera house, a place he never thought he’d willingly go to. The grandeur of the venue was almost suffocating, and he felt out of place in the first row among elegantly dressed patrons. But he didn’t care—his attention was solely on the stage.

The performance began, and as soon as Nari appeared, he felt the air in his lungs catch. Her costume was a deep red, adorned with intricate gold details that shimmered under the lights. A glittering tiara rested on her head, completing her regal appearance. Her long dark hair was perfectly swept back into a bun, emphasizing her graceful neck and delicate features.

She moved like she owned the stage—powerful and precise yet ethereal. Every leap and turn was executed with perfection, her slender frame defying gravity. Chanyeol couldn’t take his eyes off her. She looked fearless, unstoppable, and yet, in her quieter movements, there was a fragility that tugged at something in him.

When their eyes met during her solo, it was as if time froze. Her steps faltered ever so slightly, but she recovered quickly, resuming her choreography with an elegance that masked the momentary lapse. For Chanyeol, however, that brief connection lingered like an echo in his mind. Without thinking, he pulled out his phone and snapped a photo. He stared at the image for a second, frowning, unsure why he had even taken it.

When the show ended, the applause was thunderous, echoing through the grand hall. As the crowd began to disperse, Chanyeol stayed in his seat, watching the dancers congratulate one another. His sharp eyes scanned the room, noting how Nari stood off to the side, her smile radiant but solitary. No family. No friends.

As the room emptied, he approached the stage. She noticed him, her expression shifting into one of faint surprise before she stepped closer.

“Congratulations,” he said softly, his deep voice cutting through the quiet space.

Her smile widened, though he caught a glimmer of something else in her eyes. “Thank you. Did you enjoy the performance? Are you a fan of ballet?”

“I’m not,” he replied bluntly. “I was here by mistake.” His tone was cold, sharp, and he immediately regretted it when her smile wavered for a split second.

Nari tilted her head, studying him with quiet curiosity. “Then I suppose I should feel honored to have accidentally gained your attention.”

He didn’t respond, instead glancing around the now-empty theater. “No one’s here for you? You’re the lead, though.”

Her smile remained, but the sadness in her aura was unmistakable. “I don’t have anybody,” she said simply, her voice light, as if the statement was a fact she’d long accepted. Before he could respond, a voice called her name from backstage.

“Excuse me,” she said, stepping back. Then, as if compelled by something, he added, “You were amazing.”

She paused, meeting his gaze one last time, her smile softening. “Thank you.” And with that, she disappeared backstage, leaving Chanyeol standing there, his thoughts in disarray.

The atmosphere in Gwanmok Forest was tense, the dense canopy of trees blocking out most of the evening light. Min adjusted her flashlight, leading the team deeper into the woods.

“Are we ready?” she asked, her voice brisk and authoritative as she scanned the group of officers.

Her father, Chief Im Dong-hyun, shot her a stern look. “Min, don’t stray too far from me.”

“Yes, sir,” she replied, though her excitement was palpable. She had a hunch about this place, and she was determined to prove herself right.

As the team trudged through the underbrush, Min’s sharp eyes caught something—faint tire tracks embedded in the dirt. She grinned triumphantly. “We’re on the right track,” she whispered to herself.

But as they ventured deeper, the forest grew eerily quiet, and the fading light made the shadows seem alive. Suddenly, the distant rumble of an engine broke the silence. Min’s heart raced as she and her father ducked into the bushes, switching off their flashlights.

A sleek black SUV came into view, its headlights slicing through the darkness. Behind the wheel was a tall man with striking red hair. He exuded an aura of danger, his sharp eyes scanning the forest as if he sensed he was being watched.

“Recognize him?” Min whispered.

Her father shook his head. “No, but he’s not in any of our reports. We’ve got confirmation—there’s mafia activity here.”

Min’s pulse quickened, a mix of fear and exhilaration coursing through her veins. But her father placed a firm hand on her arm. “It’s getting dark. We should regroup and come back tomorrow.”

Min hesitated, her instincts urging her to push forward. “Just a little further,” she pleaded. Without waiting for his approval, she moved ahead.

Soon, the forest opened up, revealing a massive, ominous castle-like structure. Min’s breath hitched. “This is it,” she whispered, barely containing her excitement.

Before they could approach, the other officers joined them. But their victory was short-lived. Out of the shadows, armed figures emerged, encircling the group.

“Drop your weapons,” a deep voice commanded.

The red-haired man from the SUV stepped forward, a smug grin on his face. “Well, well, what do we have here? A little lost police party?”

Min clenched her fists, her mind racing as her father stepped protectively in front of her. The tension crackled in the air, the standoff on the verge of exploding.

[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.

[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

[loeyshine]

Serenade

Epoch book

•*⁀➷pairing: chanyeol x fem reader

Theme: kpop idol au, idols in love, bounded by industry, fame, forbidden love, “Love wasn’t part of the script, but it stole the spotlight anyway."

Description: suddenly saw you far from the spotlight but near to my heart. Can we still love each other? If there are full of hindrances? Your fame and my fame would be a destiny.

Playlist: every breath you take — the police

Chapter 1

It’s been a long day, and I’m exhausted. As the main dancer and lead vocalist of my group, I’m used to the non-stop rehearsals and performances, but today feels different. Today, I’m about to meet EXO well, more specifically, Chanyeol.

I’ve heard the rumors. Everyone in the industry knows who Chanyeol is. He’s the main rapper of EXO, the one with that deep voice that could melt anyone’s heart, and those long, lean legs that always manage to make every dance move look effortless. But it’s not just his looks or talents that have people talking his charisma? Unmatched. The rumors say that Chanyeol is incredibly charming, always teasing, but also extremely caring and hardworking. It’s no surprise his fans adore him.

But me? I’m just nervous. I’ve heard so much about EXO, but I’ve never had the chance to collaborate with them especially not someone like Chanyeol.

I pull my hair back into a ponytail and slip into my costume, making sure everything is in place. When I step into the practice room, the lights are bright, and the faint sound of EXO’s latest track fills the air. My group and theirs are supposed to rehearse together today for an upcoming special stage, but I can't help feeling my heart race a little faster as I spot Chanyeol.

He’s standing by the mirrors, talking to his group members, laughing at something Sehun said. His smile well, it’s just as radiant as everyone says. But what really catches me is how... effortlessly he seems to stand out. He doesn’t need to do anything, and yet, he’s the center of attention.

For a moment, I’m frozen. I know I need to focus, but something about the way he carries himself pulls me in. The last thing I want is to get distracted. I shake my head, reminding myself that I’m here to work, not to lose my cool over some idol I’m about to collaborate with.

"Y/N, are you ready?" My leader’s voice snaps me out of my daze. I nod quickly, forcing a smile as I adjust my stance.

Chanyeol notices me. It’s subtle, but I feel it the way his eyes flicker toward me, the way his gaze seems to linger. It makes me suddenly aware of my own presence. I try not to overthink it, but it’s hard when his gaze feels so intense.

"Hey," he greets, stepping toward me with a casual grin. His voice is deep, smooth, and just a little playful. "I’ve heard so much about you. You’re the main dancer and lead vocal, right?"

I smile, a little surprised he knows who I am. "Yeah, that’s me."

"I’m Chanyeol," he says, extending his hand. "It’s great to finally meet you. We’ve been looking forward to this collab."

I take his hand, feeling the warmth of his touch and the confidence in his grip. It’s almost as if he has a magnetic pull, and despite my initial nerves, I find myself smiling a little more than I planned.

"Same here," I say, keeping my voice steady. "I’ve been a fan of EXO for a long time."

"Really?" Chanyeol’s grin widens. "I’ll take that as a compliment then." There’s a playful gleam in his eyes. "I mean, we’re kind of legends, aren’t we?"

I can’t help but laugh at his cocky tone, feeling the ice between us crack. "You might be right," I tease. "But don’t let it get to your head."

He laughs, the sound warm and genuine, and I realize just how easy it is to talk to him. The tension from earlier is gone, replaced by a comfortable familiarity I didn’t expect. Chanyeol’s presence is a strange mix of confidence and ease, but it’s not overwhelming. It’s like he’s not trying too hard to be charming; it just comes naturally.

As we start the rehearsal, the choreography comes together quickly. Chanyeol’s movements are smooth, but it’s his energy that stands out. He’s playful, throwing glances at me and giving me subtle nods when I nail a step. Every time I catch him looking my way, it feels like there’s a quiet encouragement in his gaze, and I can’t help but feel a little lighter, a little bolder in my own performance.

After a while, the song ends, and the group takes a short break. I grab a water bottle, sitting down on the edge of the practice floor to catch my breath. Chanyeol comes over, his long legs easily crossing the room in a few steps.

"Great job," he says, his tone genuinely impressed. "You really nailed that move."

"Thanks," I say, feeling a little flustered. "You were great too. You’re really in sync with the music."

Chanyeol shrugs, grinning. "It’s all about feeling the rhythm. And you definitely make it easy to match up with."

I try to ignore the way his words make me blush, focusing on the water bottle in my hands. "You’re not so bad yourself," I respond, trying to keep the mood light.

We continue chatting during the break, and I quickly realize just how easy it is to be around him. He listens intently, his eyes never leaving mine when I speak. There’s something so genuine about him, a rare trait in the entertainment world. He’s not the flashy, untouchable star that most people expect. He’s just... Chanyeol.

When it’s time to get back to rehearsing, Chanyeol and I are paired up for a section of the dance. As we move through the steps together, I feel a warmth spread through me. It’s like we’re in perfect sync not just with the choreography, but with each other. His hand lightly brushes mine during one of the transitions, and for a split second, I’m acutely aware of how close he is.

His eyes catch mine again, and this time, there’s something different in them. It’s no longer just admiration for my dancing, but something... softer, more intimate. A kind of connection that feels almost too real, too tangible.

"Y/N," he says, his voice quieter now, "you’re really incredible. I’ve been watching you all day, and honestly? I’m impressed."

I smile, but my heart is racing. "Thanks, Chanyeol. I—"

Before I can finish, the music starts again, and we fall back into rhythm, our bodies moving together, synchronized in a way that feels almost effortless. As we finish the set, I can’t help but notice the way his gaze lingers on me just a little longer than usual.

"Great job today," he says with a smile, his voice soft but sincere. "You’re a natural."

I laugh, feeling my cheeks flush. "You’re not so bad yourself, Park Chanyeol."

He grins, a little too proud of himself. "I know. But I’ll let you keep up the illusion."

And as we finish for the day, Chanyeol walks beside me, talking easily as if we’ve known each other for years. But somewhere deep down, I realize it’s more than just a collaboration for him. And maybe, just maybe, it’s starting to be more than just a collab for me, too.

As I leave the practice room that night, I catch myself smiling to myself. There’s something about him the way he makes everything feel effortless, the way he makes me laugh, and the way he looks at me when no one else is watching.

I don’t know what’s going to happen next, but I know one thing for sure: the connection we share? It’s not just for the stage.

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Chapter 2

The day after our rehearsal, everything changes.

I wake up to my phone buzzing incessantly. My group’s fans are always excited after we have a new collaboration, but today... today feels different. I open my notifications, and within seconds, I’m bombarded with comments and mentions. My heart races, and I quickly scroll through the messages, trying to make sense of what’s going on.

It hits me like a ton of bricks.

A video from yesterday’s rehearsal has gone viral. I had no idea that anyone had filmed us, but sure enough, the video is circulating all over social media, and it’s all about me. The caption reads: “Main dancer, lead vocal, and a total goddess. Who is she?”The video shows a few clips of me dancing my sharp, fluid movements and my expression as I performedcaptured from several angles.

But it’s not just the dancing. People are commenting on my looks, too.

"She’s gorgeous."

"Her beauty is unreal."

"Is she even human? How is she this pretty?"

The comments are non-stop, and before I know it, I’m trending on Twitter, with thousands of fans flooding my posts with love. The compliments are overwhelming, and while I’m flattered, a small part of me feels a little... exposed.

But then, I see something else something that makes my stomach twist uncomfortably.

A few of the comments are from fanboys. “Y/N is the most beautiful idol ever!” and “I’d love to see her and Chanyeol together. They’d make the perfect couple.”

My cheeks flush at the thought, but then something catches my eye: Chanyeol’s name.

"Chanyeol, are you still thinking about Y/N?"

“Y/N is so pretty, I bet Chanyeol is already crushing on her."

And that’s when it hits me. Chanyeol. The one who had always been so relaxed around me, so playful. The one who made me feel like we were equals. I wonder how he feels now that all this attention is on me. Especially from so many fans.

My thoughts are interrupted by a message from our group’s manager, asking us to meet for a quick catch-up. I groan inwardly, tossing my phone onto the bed and heading out.

---

When I arrive at the meeting spot, Chanyeol’s already there. He’s sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone, but the moment he hears the door open, his head snaps up. His expression seems... off. I can’t put my finger on it, but there’s something different in the air.

"Hey," I greet him, offering a smile, but he doesn’t return it immediately.

"Hey," he says, but his voice is distracted, like he’s lost in thought. I sit across from him, trying to gauge what’s going on, but before I can ask, he speaks again.

"Did you see the video?" he asks, his tone flat, not his usual teasing self.

I nod, swallowing. "Yeah, I’ve seen it. It’s all over the place right now."

There’s a long silence between us. His eyes are focused on his phone again, but his fingers are tapping anxiously on the screen, like he’s trying to ignore something. I try not to overthink it, but it’s hard not to feel like there’s something he’s not telling me.

Finally, he puts the phone down, his gaze landing on me, but it’s hard to read his expression. There’s a mix of curiosity and... something else.

"You don’t think it’s weird?" Chanyeol asks quietly, his eyes locked on mine.

I blink, confused. "What do you mean?"

Chanyeol leans forward, his hands resting on his knees. "The attention. I mean, it’s... a lot. Don’t you feel uncomfortable with it? People obsessing over how pretty you are... It feels weird. And, I don’t know..." He hesitates, his voice faltering for a second. "I just feel like I need to protect you from it."

My heart skips a beat at his words. He’s protective? Of me?

I let out a soft laugh, trying to ease the tension. "It’s not like I asked for it, Chanyeol. It’s just... social media. You know how it is. People say what they want."

Chanyeol looks away, his jaw tightening slightly. "Yeah, I get that. But I don’t know... I just don’t like seeing how other people are looking at you."

His words hang in the air, thick with unspoken feelings. I suddenly realize what this is. He’s jealous.

I glance at him, trying to gauge his expression, but it’s hard to miss the slight furrow in his brow. I didn’t expect Chanyeol, of all people, to feel jealous especially not when he’s always been so easygoing around me. But now, it’s as though he’s seeing me in a different light.

The silence between us deepens, and for a moment, I wonder if this whole situation has changed everything between us.

I break the silence, my voice a little softer now. "Chanyeol... You don’t need to worry about me. I’m fine. It’s just a few comments, right?"

He turns his head back to me, his eyes intense. "It’s not just that. It’s the way they talk about you. The way they look at you... I hate it."

His admission catches me off guard, and I can’t help but feel a wave of warmth wash over me. "Chanyeol," I begin, my voice barely above a whisper, "you’re being a little overprotective."

He stands up abruptly, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "Maybe I am. But it’s just hard. Seeing how everyone is fawning over you how they want you, how they talk about you like you’re some sort of prize." He looks at me, his eyes almost pleading. "I don’t want anyone to think they can take you from me."

The realization hits me like a sudden rush of air. Chanyeol is jealous. Not in a petty way, but in a way that feels... real. His feelings for me go deeper than I ever thought.

I stand up, taking a step closer to him, my heart pounding. "Chanyeol," I say softly, placing a hand on his arm. "You’re not losing me. I’ve always been right here."

For a moment, he doesn’t say anything, just stares at me, his eyes softening. And then, slowly, he smiles a rare, genuine smile that reaches all the way to his eyes.

"Yeah, I know," he murmurs. "But I think I just need to remind myself of that."

I smile back, a little shy, but there’s a warmth in my chest I can’t ignore. "Well, I’m not going anywhere, Chanyeol."

His smile widens, and for the first time today, the tension between us finally breaks. The air feels lighter again.

But deep down, I know that this new dynamic between us has only just begun. And whatever happens next, I can’t help but feel like we’re both on the verge of something more.

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Chapter 3; Finale

Weeks passed since that conversation with Chanyeol, where his jealousy had surprised me more than I’d ever expected. In that time, things shifted between us, but not in a way that made me uncomfortable. In fact, it only brought us closer. We began to spend more time together, rehearsing, talking, and getting to know each other outside of the spotlight.

We shared quiet moments small conversations in the practice room, shared laughter over jokes that only the two of us seemed to understand. Our connection deepened, and with each passing day, I realized I was falling for him in ways I hadn’t anticipated. It wasn’t just his playful charm or his infectious smile; it was the way he cared, the way he noticed the little things about me. The way he protected me whether it was from the overwhelming attention from fans or simply the stress of being an idol he was always there.

But what really made me realize that I was falling for him wasn’t a grand gesture. It was something simple, a quiet evening after a performance. The two of us were sitting together backstage, the rest of the group chatting and laughing around us. Chanyeol was sitting beside me, his arm brushing mine as we both leaned against the wall, trying to catch our breath.

"You know," Chanyeol said softly, breaking the comfortable silence, "I still can’t believe how lucky I am to get to work with you."

I looked at him, a soft laugh escaping my lips. "I’m the lucky one. You've been so patient with me, especially with all the attention I’ve gotten lately."

He met my gaze, his eyes sincere, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don’t mind. As long as I’m the one who gets to be there with you."

My heart skipped a beat, and I could feel the butterflies stirring in my chest. There was something about the way he said it like he wasn’t just talking about work or fans, but something deeper.

Before I could respond, he reached out and gently tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, his touch lingering longer than usual. The small gesture sent a wave of warmth through me, and I couldn’t help but smile.

"Chanyeol…" I started, my voice quiet. But he didn’t let me finish.

"Y/N," he interrupted, his voice low and almost nervous. "I’ve been thinking a lot about this, about you and me. About how... I don’t just want to be your partner on stage. I want to be something more. I don’t want to let this chance slip by."

My heart raced as I looked into his eyes, searching for any hint of hesitation. But there was none. Just certainty, warmth, and something else... longing.

"Chanyeol, I—" I started, but the words didn’t come out right. It was like everything I had wanted to say had tangled up in my chest.

He smiled, understanding, and before I could say anything more, he leaned in, just enough for me to feel his breath on my skin. "You don’t have to say anything right now," he murmured, his lips brushing against mine in the softest kiss.

It wasn’t a kiss that rushed or demanded anything. It was slow, tender, like a promise of something deeper, something real. When he pulled back, his forehead rested gently against mine, and I could hear his breath, steady and calm.

"I think we both know what we want," he whispered.

I closed my eyes, feeling the weight of the moment. And when I opened them again, I smiled softly. "I think we do."

---

From that moment on, everything changed, but in the best way possible. We no longer danced around our feelings, no longer pretended that there wasn’t something more between us. Chanyeol became more than just a fellow idol. He became the person I looked forward to seeing every day, the one who made me laugh even when I felt like breaking down. He was my confidant, my rock, my other half.

Our fans noticed the shift too. Subtle glances, shared moments that weren’t just about the performance but about the bond between us. The chemistry was undeniable, but more than that, the authenticity of our relationship spoke for itself. The support we got from our fans was overwhelming and even more so, the way they respected our privacy, cheering us on from a distance.

One evening, after a particularly long rehearsal, Chanyeol and I found ourselves alone on the rooftop of the building. The night sky was clear, the stars twinkling like tiny diamonds above us. We sat side by side on the edge, the cool night air brushing past us as we took a moment to breathe.

"Do you ever think about the future?" I asked, my voice quiet in the stillness of the night.

Chanyeol glanced at me, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "All the time," he said softly. "But only if you’re there."

I smiled at that, my heart swelling. It was rare to hear him speak so seriously, but I could hear the sincerity in his voice. He wasn’t just talking about a stage or a performance. He was talking about life.

"I’m always going to be there," I replied, my voice steady with certainty. "With you, Chanyeol."

He turned to face me fully, his hand reaching for mine. "Then I guess we have a lot of adventures ahead of us."

I nodded, squeezing his hand gently. "Together."

And in that moment, under the stars, with the quiet hum of the city below us, I realized that we had already started building that future. Step by step, day by day. It was no longer just about being two idols in a crowded industry, colliding for a collaboration. It was about two hearts, finding their way to each other, ready to face whatever came next together.

As Chanyeol leaned in to kiss me once more, I felt the world around us disappear. There was no more uncertainty, no more doubt. Just us. And in that moment, I knew this was just the beginning of a beautiful journey.

And I couldn’t wait to walk it with him.

[infiredlove]

Updated Masterlist

F- Fluff C- Comedy A- Angst S- Smut D- drama WC- Word Count

Drabbles

Long Days [f] - Choi Minho, WC 414

After a tiring day of training, you return home seeking comfort and hydration. A lighthearted conversation about wine leads to playful banter.

What A Talent [f] - Park Jimin, WC 622

Jimin has prepared a special performance for you in the senior semester talent show.

The Cold [a] - Yoongi, WC 119

In which you are breaking up with Min Yoongi. Or rather, he is breaking up with you.

What She Wants [a] - WC 126

Insecurities of the girl in the back.

Time With You [f] - Park Chanyeol, WC 700

Working in the summer camp kitchen was hectic but rewarding, with chaotic meal preparations and late-night cleanups.

Just In Time [s] - Jeon Jugkook, WC 669

When Jungkook had approached you with the idea of recording you during sex, you were very hesitant. It wasn’t everyday that he was so straightforward with his desires. However, all it took was a little work of the mouth at midnight to make you change your mind.

3 out of 5 [c,f] - Kim Taehyung, WC 237

In which you lose a game of rock, paper, scissors.

Operator [c] - Choi Seunghyun, WC 883

“Excuse me when I say this,” he says, as if your outburst never happened. “But your voice… sounds like my sex operator’s.”

Too Many Drinks [f] - Bang Yongguk, WC 313

Why is it that you could never have an enjoyable night out on the town without some random approaching you with sleazy pick-up lines?

Bad Girls Need To Be Punished [s] - Park Jimin, WC 510

Your peaceful morning quickly turns into an intoxicating dance of dominance and desire as Jimin’s touch ignites every inch of you. With a whispered challenge and an unrelenting grip, he pushes you to the edge, knowing exactly how to make you surrender—one slow, torturous moment at a time.

Sugar Baby AU [f] - Kim Namjoon + Joen Jungkook, WC 284

So I had this dream about BTSxSugar Baby Reader!AU and I had to write this because it was one of the dream drabbles that was so vivid i could almost feel it irl. 

Frustration [s] - Min Yoongi, WC 693

After a long, frustrating day, you return home to find your boyfriend peacefully napping on the couch, a stark contrast to your overwhelming stress. Deciding to wake him in a way that benefits you both, you turn frustration into intimacy, ensuring his awakening is anything but ordinary.

One-shots

Stay By Me [a] - Lee Jinki, WC 1,477

Your once-perfect relationship with Jinki has become unpredictable and strained. As tensions rise, you struggle to hold on to the love once shared.

Birthday Surprise [f] - Lee Tamin, WC 722

What started as an ordinary day quickly turned into an unforgettable celebration, complete with a heartfelt confession that would change everything.

Our Beginnings - WC 1,013

On the 9th day in Shawol Nation, all must visit the Historical Legend Wall to honor their past. When a curious young girl asks the gatekeeper why, she—and an unexpected audience—are drawn into the tale of Lord Shisus, Bi, and Boa, uncovering the origins of their people and the sacred rules that shape their world.

The Monster In My Head [f] - Jeon Jungkook, WC 3,499

You are haunted by a recurring dream that blurs the line between reality and nightmare, drawing you into the grasp of an enigmatic stranger with abyssal eyes and an unrelenting presence.

Everything Changed [s,a] 1 | 2

A seemingly innocent day with your best friend’s crush turns into a web of tangled emotions and blurred boundaries.

She Knows [s] - Zhang Yixing, WC 1,297

Zhang Yixing, a hardworking man deeply in love with his fiancé, returns home after a long day to find you indulging in a private moment of pleasure.

I Cant Believe It [c,s] - Jeon Jungkook, WC 3,908

It isn’t everyday that you meet someone so young, so childish, yet so… daddy. And for people like Alexa these kind of people are basically nonexistent. Or so she thought until Jeon Jungkook walked into her life. 

Why I Can't Sleep [f] - Jung Hoseok, WC 2,053

Struggling with overwhelming anxiety, you find yourself at Hoseok's door in the middle of the night, seeking comfort.

The Second Time | Alt Ending - [a,s] Jung Hoseok

Hoseok’s favorite thing to see in the world is the smile on his girl’s face. A smile reserved for only him, and he would do anything to keep it there.

Stroke Of Luck [f] - Mark Tuan, WC 1,411

Working as the head stylist for Got7 could be tiring, but you always loved working with them. Especially for the mere fact that you could get close to Mark, if only for five minutes.

Take Care [a] - Giriboy, WC 4,553

“What has been your greatest motivation for success?” “I’d have to say, my greatest motivation has been my little rose. I actually have a song I’d like to sing for her.”

Long Term Pieces

Here & Now: History [a,d] Haitus

Chapters: One, Two Summary: Yoongi and Namjoon mysteriously disappear from their college campus one night, only to return two years later. Though they are unmistakably the same, something about them has changed—unnaturally so.

Internship Begets Rivalry [c,a] - Min Yoongi

Chapters: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six Summary: In a cutthroat music internship, competition turns complicated when you find yourself tangled in a constant, tension-fueled push and pull with your rival Min Yoongi.

[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 :)

[fuckyeahexofics]

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!

201212

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

[chogiweol]

Do we want the Baekhyun continuation today or can we hold off until Saturday?

[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 .

Count: 5.9k

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.

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(Chansoo) i don't dance (i say you can)

Chanyeol doesn’t even know how to respond to the rumor that Kyungsoo, the country club’s resident gay pool boy, has a crush on him.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15852960

[btsexowritingss]

Dance For Me Part 1 Gracen “Ace” Morgan is linguistics major at infamous Moonsdale University by day and stripper/dancer at the infamous club, Dance The Night Away by night with her two best friends, Jongdae and Baekhyun. She is known at school for being hard-working and kinda cold, but at the club, she is know as White Chocolate, the freakiest girl on the stage. Junmyeon is a man who spent so long looking for a job teaching in linguistics, until a substitution job for a woman on maternity leave opens up at Moonsdale University. The night before his first day, his friends and future co-workers, Kim Minseok and Park Chanyeol, take him to Dance The Night Away, to see all the dancers. Since it was their first time there, all three get private dances from the three infamous dancers. The next day, Ace enters her class to see the man she danced for at the front of the lecture hall. She rushes to her seat and sees texts from Baekhyun, the acting major who had to grab sheet music from Professor Park, the man he danced for. What will happen when Junmyeon turns to start class and notices the woman who had been stuck in his head since last night, sitting in his lecture hall, nervously meeting his shocked gaze?

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⪢ Since Always (pure fluff) by Maari Summary: You wanted revenge from your ex for breaking your heart and now you’re going to pretend that Mark is your boyfriend. ⪢ Music, Dance (fluff/drama) by Maari Summary: You hate Mark so dancing with him won’t make a difference, right? ⪢ New Year’s Day (fluff) by Maari Summary: It’s a tradition to you and Mark spend the new year’s day together, but things turn out to be better than you guys planned

⪢ Jealous Hands (fluff/smut) by Maari Summary: Mark can't control his hands when he's jealous.

⪢ Comfort (pure fluff) by Maari Summary: In a shit day you only need one thing, Mark.

⪢ Kiss me (pure fluff) by Maari Summary: You asked and Mark promptly did. ⪢ Scary Love (fluff/suggestive) by Maari Summary: You love Mark a little too much, in a really good way. And he enjoyed watching you drive, too much. So you are even.

⪢ Purple lips (fluff) by Maari Summary: Mark really liked the purple tone your lips got from the exotic fruit.

⪢ Surviving the game (drama/action) by Maari Summary:  An sasaeng turns Mark’s life a nightmare and the only solution it’s bring the police into this case. And it’s your job to make him feel safe again.

⪢  Uncle Marcus (fluff) by Maari 

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⪢ Keep your hand off my girl (fluff) by Maari Summary: Haechan won’t tolerate anyone making you uncomfortable. ⪢ Never Been Kissed (fluff) by Maari Summary: You’re tired of being the one who’s never been kissed.

⪢ Fly Away With Me (fluff) by Maari Summary: You’ll have Haechan’s help to complete your choreography. There’s only one problem, the crush you have on him.

⪢ Jack of Hearts (fluff) by Maari Summary: Haechan proposes a dangerous game between you two while you're bored.

⪢ You’re way too good to be true (pure fluff) by Maari Request: hi!! i've been reading your writings and i like it so much!! i was wondering if can i request haechan has a crush on you but he's very shy, and the dreamies are so tired that he can't even look at you in the eyes, make a plan to bring you two together ⪢ Kings (fluff/drama/slight smut) by Maari Summary: Revenge, that’s what you’re thirsty for. Love it’s not something you believe anymore, so you run to the only person that could give what you want. Masterlist

⪢ The Baby is coming (fluff/comedy) by Maari Summary: Going into labor brought more surprises than you thought. ⪢ You can rest your love on me (pure fluff) by Maari Summary: Feeling tired? Jeno actually doesn’t care if you rest on him. ⪢ Baby, Just to ride with you (fluff) by Maari Request: Can I please request something with either Jeno or Haechan? Like them being racers and try to win y/n attention and that lead to kisses and flirting? Something super fluff.. 

⪢ I want to be your safe harbor (fluff/drama) by Maari Summary: Jeno’s ready to give you his heart, but you’re? ⪢ I’d fight for you (fluff/action) by Maari Request: can i request between jeno or jaemin you can choose, soldier au like sehun's and chanyeol's? from those two saves the reader and her little sister

⪢ Fuck what you father says (fluff) by Maari Request: can i request a jeno fic where reader has overprotective parents and studies in an all girl school + a younger sister who also studies in the same school while jeno studies in the neighbouring all boy school?

⪢ We never go out of style (fluff) by Maari Request: can I request an scenario based on Taylor swift's song Style with Jeno? like you both are a thing and are always dancing around each other but never really make it official and sometimes even try to be in relationships with other people but in the end always gravitate towards each other, pretty please

⪢ Broken Pieces (fluff/drama/angst) by Maari Request: would it be okay if i request a jeno x reader fic wherein they are star-crossed-royal past life lovers but it ended tragically? then this life they are reincarnated in this world/era to make up for their karmic bond or smth idk 

⪢ The heart never lies (fluff/angst) by Maari Request: sis but like-- i'm a sucker for nct as dads okay? and i like have an obsession with the mommy secret and we don't talk anymore like---- please i loved them so much are your request still open aosksksk 😭😭😭   i want a Jeno one pretty similar with these two, i don't know, single dad, single mom, kinds emoish Jen blah blah. like Hot Sauce Jen  

⪢ To the stars (smut/fluff) by Maari Request: can i request for fratboy/popular jeno, and yn who know of eo cuz of mutual friends but nvr rly talked but then they fuck at a party after doing body shots or smt and then become fwb -- something like this related to like parties

⪢ Next to you (fluff) by Maari Request: I wanted to ask if you could do something that includes Jeno being jealous...I don't know something like jealous bestfriend Jeno being super jealous because a dream member (or nct in general) is being too touchy or too close to you...him being "possesive"

⪢ I wanna taste that sugar (smut) by Maari Request: hiii just wondering if u could write a part 2 for jeno's we never go out of styleee    

⪢ Dirty Love (smut) by Maari Requests: Can i request for fuckboy jeno and fuckgirl yn who have nvr slept w eo and finally do + can i request for uni ice hockey captain jeno x reader fluff and maybe abit of smut  

⪢ Small Talk (fluff) by Maari Request: I'd like to request for short story of model Jeno (from nyfw because I really can't get over that Jeno T.T) who's mad crazy in love with the reader and expresses all of his love towards the reader by hugging and heavy kissing (?) each other. For short let's just say Jeno came back from NY and decided to express the way he missed the reader so much and that the reader was all Jeno thinking about during his time in New York 

⪢ Love me now (fluff/angst) by Maari Request: Can I request an angst to fluff for jeno about how reader is the one who loves jeno more (she confessed and said I love you first) while Jeno was still in the process of moving on from his first love?I would love a happy ending, but after jeno fights for it. ⪢ Missing you (fluff) by Maari Summary: Jeno misses you and he wants to show you how much

⪢ Welcome to the Kingdom (fluff/drama/smut) by Maari Request: Can I request a Jeno royalty fic? It could be a rival kingdoms princess enemies to lovers type or anything really. Masterlist

⪢ After Midnight (fluff/slight angst) by Maari Request: could you please do something inspired by Wayv’s after midnight with Jaemin? Like a head over heels established relationship with lots of kisses and loving, pretty please 🙏

⪢ If I were you (fluff/crack/slow burn) by Maari Summary: You and Jaemin have hated each other since forever. You hate him for always being the carefree, funny guy even at the most unnecessary times. He hates you for being so straight and serious that you don't do anything fun in life. The only common wish between you is that you could understand what it's like to live like this. And maybe you should be careful what you wish for.

⪢ Forever until the end (angst/fluff) by Maari Request: can i please request a jeno x reader x jaemin love triangle wherein reader is jaemin’s soulmate but then reader likes jeno? you can choose who reader ends up with~

⪢ Nothing in the way of us (smut) by Maari Request: Can i hv a request? Jaemin smut fluff where he just come back from work after 1 month outstation and being apart from his gf and the only thing in his head is he wants his girlfriend sm.jaemin clingy and horny af🤣 plus cuddles!Oh yeah I prefer jm top y/n bottom.  

⪢ You’re not alone (fluff/angst) by Maari Summary: When you’re feeling alone, Taeil come to rescue you.

⪢ Candle Light (pure fluff) by Maari Summary: You love Renjun’s hands but that’s no surprise. Surprise is he manages to look beautiful even with a candle light.

⪢ Highway to heaven (fluff/suggestive) by Maari Request: maybe you could do something inspired by Highway To Heaven with Yuta? like maybe ya'll are in that phase of *something*, like the flirting more than friends and getting there kinda phase, ya'll in a party making eyes and hidden smiles until the clashing moment because y'all are just too addicted to each other

⪢ Runaway With Me (fluff) by Maari Request: can you make a part two of Yuta Highway To Heaven but based on Runaway With Me by Carly Rae Jepsen? I get soooo much Yuta vibes from it  

⪢ Quiet, not saint (fluff/suggestive) by Maari Request: I’d love if you can write for NCT Doyoung please, like watching his new drama together and getting jealous.. you can make it as suggestive as you’re comfortable with ☺️  

⪢ Yours (smut) by Maari Requests: can i ask for nct husband!doyoung + jealous, nct doyoung + praising, doyoung x praising x riding, jealous!doyoung smut

⪢ Irrepleceable (fluff/action) Request: Could you please write something with Kun (WAYV/NCT) with him being a plane pilot? Idk, Top Gun Maverick vibes?

UPDATED: 21/06/24

[berriesandjunnie]

❝ prove me wrong ❞

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° synopsis one last chance, that’s all you gave him to prove you wrong. ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° genre & tags fluff / idol!au / parents!au / seungcheol being a father ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° pairing seungcheol x afab!reader ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° w.c 1.7k words

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° author’s note requested by 🎈anon! this is the sister fanfiction to: fractured parenting

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He meant what he said, didn’t he? When he begged quietly on the floor of their dance studio all those weeks ago now for you to give him another chance - he meant it? Doubtfully, you kept asking yourself that whenever you’d see him in your apartment when you woke up, especially since he was determined to sleep on the couch until you had more faith in him. He’d just tell Chanyeol that Mommy is a rough sleeper so he’s going to get you medicine to help you sleep better so you can sleep together again. He came up with excuses so quick. 

Yet every time you watched him around the apartment, it was as if you’d gone back in time to before Chanyeol was born, save for the screaming child and his loud toys in your ears every waking second. He was proving you wrong in the weirdest of ways. You would discover that today as you headed to the kitchen, a cold causing your body to hurt in every way as it stuffed your nose and gave you a dry throat. Your head was in your phone, responding to Joshua’s message about Ji-ah’s floral shop which cracked a small smile on your face as you passed the message onto Ji-ah. Someone cleared their throat and you raised your head slowly, standing in the doorway to the kitchen. 

Seungcheol had an apron wrapped around his body, standing over the oven as he cooked breakfast. He flashed a smile at you, just like he always would and suddenly you felt heat rising to your cheeks as you pressed send on your message to Ji-ah.

“Anything interesting happening?” He rose his brow as you watched him cook from a distance. You sniffled, shaking your head.

“Just talking to Joshua about Ji-ah’s shop, like he wanted to,” you hummed, trying to flatten your hair a little with your hands, “you don’t have to cook, you know?”

“Is there a problem with my cooking?” Seungcheol teased and you shook your head quickly, “besides, you’ve got a cold - go take some medicine.”

Seungcheol had been back in your apartment approximately a week now and the two of you were still adjusting to reintegrating back into society as the married couple you should have been years ago. Neither of you could drag out a pet name, nor stand too close to each other yet. Unfortunately, Chanyeol isn’t a stupid child - something along with his looks, you say he gets from his father - and he knows the two of you are off. Mommy and Daddy should be hugging, right? Every time he mentions how distant to of you seem, you’re forced to stand just a little closer. Thankfully your cold gave you plenty of excuses and it also kept Chanyeol away for long periods of time. 

You shuffled away from the kitchen, where the man who caused you so much grief and pain was cooking breakfast as if things never happened, taking your shuffling body to the bathroom where you kept the medicine cabinet. Yet again you tried to inhale through your blocked nose and scowled when it caused you difficulty in breathing.

-

Due to you being so ill, Seungcheol took the gratifying moments to wake your son up, serve him breakfast and take him to school. As a headache began to pound at your skull, you was more than thankful that you didn’t have to face the other mothers at Chanyeol’s school but you wish you could see their faces when Seungcheol appears with him instead - most likely blurting out to the other kids “Mommy isn’t feeling well!” 

You were curled up in a foetal position underneath mountains of blankets by the time Seungcheol had walked back to the apartment. He shrugged off his winter coat in the entry way, shuffling his sneakers off before he rounded the corner and found you in your current state. He rose a brow, considering he was sweating from how warm the apartment was and yet, you seemed to feel the opposite. 

“Did you take any medicine?” He mumbled as he approached you, much to your dismay since you didn’t want to make him sick. You watched sleepily as he crouched in front of you, placing the back of his hand against your forehead and scowling, “you’re so hot.”

“But it’s so cold,” You whispered barely, exhaling through your mouth as you closed your eyes, “haven’t you got a schedule today? I don’t want you to get this cold too.”

“I’ll be fine, it’s this afternoon. Here, I’ll make you a hot drink.” He raised to his feet, promptly leaving you as you unburied yourself in the blankets a little. Seungcheol was right, you were feeling incredibly hot and yet at the same time, it was as if the apartment didn’t have the heating on. You wanted to curse at him for wasting time running around the apartment for you but alas there was too little energy in your body for any attitude. 

He returned with your favourite mug - that he remembered distinctly being your favourite mug because Junhui brought you it from China as a wedding gift and you cherished it - which was steaming from the brim as he sat carefully on the couch beside your legs, to which he was surprised he could even find underneath the piles of blankets but the last thing he wanted was to sit on you. You shuffled so you could sit up a little, taking the mug carefully from his hands. The gesture of him even remembering your favourite mug made you keel over mentally for him, thankful for his existence once more even if you wouldn’t say it to his face. 

Seungcheol’s eyes scanned your face as you took a sip. Your hair wasn’t brushed, leaving it like an unkept nest on your head despite your attempts to flatten it with your hands and you had dark circles under your eyes from a lack of sleep as you let the steam from the mug clear your nose somewhat. He held back the smile he felt at just seeing you so close again - and even more so, so vulnerable. 

“Why are you doing this?” You suddenly questioned to the man and he chuckled, leaning to grab the TV remote and press the ‘on’ button so the room was no longer silent. 

“Because you’re my wife and the mother to my child and you are ill,” he stated so bluntly, making you almost choke on the hot coffee in your mouth, “and I know you still doubt me - so I’m proving you wrong.”

You stayed silent, sipping the coffee as if the conversation hadn’t happened yet it had in fact happened and there was no running away from the fact that Seungcheol was a changed man from the one who split from you all of those years ago, leaving you with a newborn son. It was like he’d accepted his role as a father and a husband, prioritising you in that moment despite the fact he had work later that day. You exhaled once more.

“Is it working?” Seungcheol taunted softly, brushing hair from your face. You scoffed gently, rolling your eyes as you fought back the smile his acts was creating on your face.

“Unfortunately.” You joked and he laughed, pressing his lips to your head before he stood up to make lunch. 

-

The moment you felt better, you convinced yourself you had to make it up to Seungcheol for all of the things he did while you were ill. After a long shower that you knew you deserved, you sorted out the state of your room - convinced that he’d earned his spot back in your bed. However before you’d even let him step foot into the room, you were washing and hiding that hoodie of his you’d sleep with every night to cope with him not being with you anymore. 

Although, your plan to hide the evidence didn’t last very long as strong arms suddenly wrapped around you, pulling him into your chest as you were about to put it in the wash basket. A head was placed on yours and suddenly your heart rate picked up, thudding on your rib cage.

“Did you miss me that much?” Seungcheol mumbled, the vibrations sounding through his chest and onto your back. Nervously, you let out a soft noise and nodded. He chuckled, placing a kiss on your head. 

“It was the last thing I had that still smelled like you.” You admitted quietly, closing your eyes as Seungcheol’s hands rubbed your sides rhythmically. He hummed and you let the vibrations send you into a comforting trance. 

“I promise I’m not going anywhere now.” 

-

“Scoups, you said in an interview last week that you were busy with home life,” the MC spoke as he looked up from the flash card in his hand at the idol, “how come?”

The group turned to look at their leader, expectant that Seungcheol could form a quick enough lie for them to believe but at that period in time, he was done with lying. He just wanted to embrace the family that he had without them being a hidden secret.

“Well, my wife was ill with a cold so I had to take care of her and our son,” Seungcheol laughed a little, trying to ignore the surprised faces in the room who were unaware of his family, “I had to take him to school and help him with his homework. And then, when I put him to bed I’d go to dance practise.”

The MC stared in bewilderment, clearly not expecting an answer so bold and forward about a topic so secretive amongst the idol industry. He let out an anxious laugh.

“You have a son?” The MC asked, mainly to himself but Seungcheol and the rest of Seventeen nodded in sync as Mingyu quickly pulled out his phone, finding a photo to show the MC without the cameras catching it. 

“Mhm, his name is Chanyeol - he’ll be five this August.” Nothing could stop the beam that covered Seungcheol’s face, flashing his bright teeth as the overwhelming joy of having his family back as a whole once more suffocated his body - and there wasn’t a single thing that was going to ruin it now. 

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Pairing: CEO!Sehun x Exotic Dancer!Reader Genre: Childhood Friends AU, Angst, Bit o’ Fluff Rating: M 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: Language, strip clup antics like drinking and dancing. 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.”

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