#dear-sehun-ah

[frozcnhearts]

@diverse-hearts asked: ❛  how can you just go to sleep like nothing happened?  ❜ - Saeran / Sehun (I miss their argumentive ways lol) 🐝  *  ―  𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑻𝒀 𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑴 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺. - always accepting

“Easy, easy”, his voice was, as if he were to calm down an untamed horse. Both arms open wide, he shrugged with a big, big grin on his lips. It was clear, that he did not take the question serious - or did he? The south korean wasn't too sure if he himself could reply without lying, was it to be ever questioned. His shoulders shrugged however, as if he was to react to the words in his own mind.

“You see, dear Saeran.” - and this was about the first and last time he would ever call hin like this. The combination of this word and his name honestly made him want to puke, “I just close my eyes and sleep like a baby sheep would do. Well, I for my part don't truly know how they sleep. But I imagine they do, as I do everyday. Safe and sound, with no worries on their mind.”. The last sentence was spoken in such softness, that it could only be mockery, and his next words continued in the very same time.

“Ah, but of course, of course! You probably do not sleep, don't you? What pity it must be, that you were the savior's favorite. You truly must be plagued by nightmares.”.

[sehurn]

‘okay go~!’ *pouts*

[sweetjekyll]

Under The Same Roof, part 2 — BBH

pairing: Byun Baekhyun x Reader

genre: Roommate / Flatmate AU, one-shot, friends to lovers, mutual pining, fluff, blind date rating: teen and up warnings: tiniest and slightest bit of angst and jealousy, slightly suggestive towards the end word count: 5.2k

summary: Baekhyun and Y/N have been flatmates for a while and romance is in the air.

Requested: Part 2 was highly requested by both known readers and anons, so I hope you all enjoy the continuation of the first part! (keyword “roof” + sentence “Oh my God. You’re in love with her.” from this writing game post.)

Masterlist — PART 1

A/N: aaaaah it’s finally here! Merry Christmas everyone and happy holidays. I hope you’re healthy and surrounded with love, and I hope all of you are having a good time even if you don’t celebrate Christmas. Thank you to everyone who supported the first part of this story and patiently waited for the second part, I hope you will like this one as much as the first if not more! I made it way longer than the first part and added a bonus ending. Have fun reading! stay safe ❤

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The guys could’ve spent practically all night playing games, but Chanyeol had other plans in mind after the short chat he had with Sehun and Baekhyun about the latter’s crush on his roommate. Sehun was never one to turn down an invite to drink with his friends no matter the day of the week, so the fact that he agreed immediately to Chanyeol’s suggestion when he asked the two if they wanted to go have a drink at the bar Y/N and Baekhyun worked, it was an easy “yes”. You would’ve had about an hour and a half until it was closing time at 11PM, as it was a Thursday anyway.

Baekhyun on the other hand wasn’t that easy to convince. He was supposed to work the following morning and be at his best to serve freshly brewed coffee to university students, professors and other customers who liked to linger in the early hours of daylight. Also, Thursday nights were one of the few times he got to relax after working shifts from morning to late afternoon.

“I know you two,” Baekhyun scowled at his friends, who were waiting in the doorway to his bedroom while he pushed one of his legs in a pair of old black jeans. “It’s never just one drink with you… I’ll end up wasted under one of the tables and then Y/N will have to carry me home.”

“For someone so eager to get dressed and walk out of the house, you’re complaining too much.” Sehun smirked as he nudged Chanyeol with his elbow.

“Don’t worry, it’s just one drink,” Chanyeol reassured him as Baekhyun was finally done getting dressed. “Besides, you literally live a couple of blocks from your job and neither of us has to drive. We’ll call a taxi.” There was a faint yet lingering smile of satisfaction on the taller man’s face. He wasn’t really a patient guy and his mind was still in a frenzy after coming up with a plan to get Baekhyun and his flatmate to go out on a date.

Baekhyun threw on a leather jacket and brushed back his bangs with his fingers, ready to step out of the apartment. He was about to lock the door after switching off the lights but then stopped as he thought about something for a brief moment. “Hang on, I forgot something.” He let his friends know as he hurried back inside and into the bathroom.

Once he was back and finally locked the door, both Chanyeol and Sehun got a whiff of something in the air. “Is that… Perfume?” They asked inquisitive.

Baekhyun furrowed his brows as he walked past them down the corridor. “And what about it? Y/N gifted it to me for my birthday.”

“This is going to be easier than I thought,” Chanyeol hummed as they headed towards your workplace at last.

The cafe turned into bar during evenings looked cozy in autumns and winters; some Halloween decorations lingered here and there although it was past October and halfway through into November, but the fake vine leaves painted red, yellow and orange warmed up the walls nicely. You liked the fall decorations, but you loved even more winter and Christmas decorations, although it was a hassle to take everything down and put new things up, it was still satisfying as the end result.

You spotted Baekhyun, Chanyeol and Sehun out of the corner of your eye as soon as they entered the bar thanks to the bell ringing on top of the door. “There you go, Lucas,” you placed a glass of cold beer on top of a napkin in front of one of your regular customers and looked around, quickly facing the three new friendly faces once you made sure that no one else needed your services. “Good evening guys!” You said cheerfully, a warm feeling spreading through your chest to see Baekhyun keeping his promise to come pick you up after work, even more so considering he was rather early for it.

“Ah, my favorite bartender!” Sehun mused as he leaned against the counter with a smirk on his expression. ”You look a bit overworked although there aren’t many customers.”

Baekhyun noticed it as well and looked behind the counter and around the familiar workplace. “Where’s Minseok? Weren’t you two supposed to work tonight’s shift together?”

You inhaled a long breath as you glanced down with busy eyes to grab a rag from a hidden surface on your workspace, then picked it up and cleaned the countertop in front of the three men. “I think he had something for dinner that upset his stomach to the point where he was nauseated.” You winced as you explained to them without much detail as you didn’t know how your coworker was doing after he left. “I told him to go home and rest just in case… But anyway,” you smiled once again. “What can I get you guys to drink?” You asked as you returned the rag in its previous spot and placed three napkins on the counter.

“For starters, I’d say shots of soju and then beers?” Chanyeol looked at his friends but Baekhyun shook his head when he heard the doorbell signal the arrival of more customers.

“I’ll help Y/N,” he said and promptly walked behind the counter to join you. He picked up one of the aprons matching yours from a hanger on the wall and put it on after he took off his jacket.

“Don’t worry Baek, it’s your night off,” you tried to persuade him to just enjoy the night with his friends but he just gave you his usual warm and reassuring smile that made your heart flutter with content.

“Nonsense,” he shrugged as he spun around to softly bump his shoulder into yours and looked into your eyes, “I’m happy to work with you.” You felt your cheeks heat up at his words and you could barely hide the smile that graced your lips once your coworker welcomed the new customers with a loud and cheerful tone.

Your reaction didn’t go unnoticed to the two friends sitting on the other side of the counter, across from you. Chanyeol nudged Sehun with his elbow and whispered to just play along, after he made sure that Baekhyun’s ears were out of reach for what he was about to say. You placed two shots of soju on the napkins and turned around to fill two glasses with beer. “So, Y/N,” you looked over your shoulder for a brief second at Chanyeol, “are you single?”

The question wasn’t new to your ears, especially after working as a bartender, but it still caught you off guard coming from him. “I did not expect you to ask me something like this, Mr. Park.” You confessed with a chuckle while walking back to take away the empty shot glasses and placed two glasses filled to the brim with foaming beer. “Why do you want to know?”

“Well, are you?” Sehun questioned with a raised eyebrow, carefully picking up the glass to take a sip from it while holding your suspicious gaze.

You let your shoulders slump with a sigh as you averted their eyes and, without meaning to, you looked in Baekhyun’s direction. “Yes, I’m single.” You nodded as your smile faltered, you looked around at the other customers while feeling a bit nervous.

“Perfect!” Chanyeol beamed as he clapped his hands once and leaned closer to the counter, you just eyed him with suspicion. “There’s this very nice guy, he’s a bit talkative and playful,” he began explaining but kept it quite mysterious, “A friend of ours, you know… I would like you do go on a blind date with him.”

“I’m sorry… What now?” You were taken aback by his sudden request that you didn’t know how else to react. It was a nice gesture, sure… but you already had feelings for someone else and weren’t sure if a blind date would be a good idea, not at the moment at least.

“I promise he’s a very friendly and good guy,” Sehun added, playing along to Chanyeol’s plan although they didn’t even talk about it beforehand. He licked his lips to get the residue of the beer foam and arched his brows at you. “Unless you like somebody else already.” Blood rushed to your face and you felt hot under your clothes, hesitant about answering your foot started bouncing nervously and you crossed your arms. Should you be honest and tell them or should you keep it for yourself? Well… “There is someone I like.” You confessed, but it just made you sad to say it so you continued before they could ask anything else about this crush of yours. “But I don’t think it’ll work out so I might as well go on a blind date with your friend.”

“What are you guys talking about?” Baekhyun’s curious voice made you slightly jolt on your feet and you flashed him a nervous smile. “Are you going on a date?” You tilted your head unsure of what to say since he was the one person you didn’t want to find out about this blind date, at least not like this… or ever. You thought you could maybe just go at the date and never call back Chanyeol and Sehun’s friend, but then another question popped in your head. Does Baekhyun know this friend of theirs? Would he mind? It’s not like he had feelings for you, so why were you so worried about it?

Thankfully, you heard the voice of one of your customers call for you and used it as an excuse to leave. “This is a discussion for another time, I gotta go back to work!” And just like that you were gone in an instant, meanwhile Baekhyun faced Chanyeol and Sehun with a half disappointed and half irritated expression.

“A blind date?!” He hissed under his breath.

They both nodded with pleased smirks. “She said yes, so you better make this work, otherwise you’re truly hopeless.” Chanyeol replied and finally let himself taste the beer that’s been sitting in front of him on the counter for a while.

Baekhyun’s anger dissipated immediately, his eyes widened in surprise and his mouth fell agape. “You set us up on a blind date?” He whispered while stealing glances in your direction. His heart rate began speeding up while he watched you smile politely at a couple who were paying for their drinks, getting ready to leave.

“Although…” Sehun inhaled a long breath as he looked down at his drink, his smile faded. Baekhyun’s attention was immediately on him, feeling his heart drop at the man’s words. “She did say she likes someone.” Chanyeol gave him a hard nudge with his elbow, eliciting a pained groan from the man sitting next to him. “What?! I’m just saying, she didn’t say who… Y/N thinks it’s not going to work out so you don’t have to worry.”

Baekhyun sighed and scratched his head, too many thoughts were running through his head in that moment and he didn’t know how to process the fact that there indeed was someone you liked… You’ve been friends for a few years and were roommates as well, so why did you not talk to him about this person you seem to like so much?

He became rather quiet that night and even the following days, he was practically sulking since he was stuck with the thought that the blind date was going to be a disaster. That didn’t stop Chanyeol from insisting on taking care of all the details about the date, he went as far as borrowing both yours and Baekhyun’s work schedules to set up a perfect timing for you to meet. You noticed immediately the change in his behavior, he wasn’t avoiding you, he would never do that, but he was acting too distant. You tried asking but didn’t push further because maybe he needed some time for himself, otherwise he would have opened up to you, at least you hoped.

It went on like that for a couple of days until you couldn’t take it anymore, you missed Baekhyun being his usual playful and loud self, he was the source of your serotonin and it affected your mood as well. It was the last few days of November, the shop was closed for the day due to the fact that you needed to take down the autumnal decorations and brighten up the place with Christmas ones.

“Baekhyun, we really need to talk.” You told him with a preoccupied tone, hoping he wouldn’t try and dodge the conversation as he had been doing for nearly half of November. He didn’t look at you from his high place on the ladder, instead, his pupils were fixed on his fingers unrolling the fairy lights and hanging them on the wall, supported by nails that had been stuck into the bricks for who knows how many years.

“Alright, alright,” he nodded and hummed for a moment, pausing his work to look down; your hands were securely holding onto the ladder for him and keeping it in place so he felt safe to be up there, occasionally passing him Christmas decorations from the boxes piled up next to your feet. “I’ll clean and decorate the bathrooms.”

You scoffed, incredulous that he actually managed to talk about anything else but his feelings. “I’m not talking about the bathroom, but since you said you’re going to do it, I won’t stop you.”

“Damn!” He chuckled with a shake of his head and went back to fixing the lights. “Okay, let’s talk, but I warn you, if this is about me—“

“It’s precisely about you! You’ve been avoiding my questions, I’m concerned about you. Something happened and you haven’t openly spoken to me ever since that night at the bar.” You interjected and heard him complain with a groan of your name, to which you let go of the ladder, making the man almost scream in fear.

“What are you doing—“ High pitched words reached your ears as you crossed your arms and just gazed up at him with arched brows, feeling so done with his behavior. He dropped the fairy lights without meaning to and wrapped his hands on both sides of the ladder, holding on for dear life. “No, no, no— Okay, fine! I’ll tell you, just please don’t let go of the ladder.” You held onto the ladder once more and watched him climb down until he was finally to your eye level. “There’s this girl I like, I’ve liked her for a while now actually.” Baekhyun let out a long, defeated sigh. “Turns out she likes some other person and I don’t know why I thought I could—“ He stopped himself from saying anything else as he ran one of his hand over his face, frustrated that he was confessing to you how he felt, except he was still hiding the actual truth. What a coward, he thought. He was convinced now more than ever that the blind date was truly a bad idea, he just didn’t know how to tell Chanyeol that he didn’t have the balls to go through with it and accept your rejection once you found out he was your secret date. “I like her a lot.” He added.

You felt you heart fasten at his words, it was drumming so hard that the pulse in your ears felt deafening… Baekhyun liked another girl, you repeated to yourself in your head. For a short moment and in a totally awkward silence you felt like an idiot; an idiot for feeling jealousy when he mentioned another girl, when you should’ve said something to comfort him. You were frowning, unable to move or say anything coherent until you forced yourself to say: “I’m sorry.” You bit your lip and looked down at your hands. “She’s an idiot.” You spit out with slight anger lacing your words.

“Why do you say so?” His tone softened when he noticed how upset you were over what he told you, he didn’t think you would care that much about a girl not liking him back… and the worst part was that you were that girl. “She’s allowed to like someone else, it’s just that I’m a coward and I didn’t tell her that I like her because I’m afraid of her rejecting me.” It felt so surreal that he was running his mouth like that, actually confessing the truth to you but you still had no idea.

Your head head snapped up towards him with your lips parted, ready to fight back his insecurities, except you didn’t realize what you were saying until it was already too late. “Well, she’s still dumb! Because what other girl wouldn’t like you? I like you!"

"You do?" He whispered almost breathless, too stunned to say anything else as soon as he processed your words; the corners of his lips curved up in a genuine and shy smile, yet you barely saw it since you looked down and bent you body forward to pick up a box with decorations and left him standing there. Your face was burning so hot with embarrassment it almost felt like you were going to combust. "Y/N, hang on, let’s talk it out—“ He tried to go after you, but you walked past the counter and entered the women’s bathroom, closing the door behind you. You dropped the box on the counter by the sink and looked at yourself in the mirror, cursing under your breath ad at yourself for being so careless with your words.

“Wait, hold on…” One of your friends, Hana, laughed at you on the phone for the second time that night, after you explained to her what happened at the coffee shop.

“I swear to God, Hana, there’s nothing to laugh about.” You mumbled, holding your phone against your ear with you shoulder; your hands were too busy going through the clothes in your wardrobe, searching for anything remotely cute and appropriate for a blind date.

“There actually is,” she continued laughing at your misery. “You confessed to Baekhyun that you actually like him, that’s a good thing isn’t it? I mean, he didn’t have a bad reaction, so where’s the problem, Y/N?” You groaned as you threw a pair of torn up jeans on the floor of your bedroom and took your phone in your hands.

“That’s the point, I chickened out!” You walked to the foot of the bed and let yourself fall on your back, bouncing on the mattress. “He tried to talk to me about it but I just couldn’t do it, so I locked myself in the bathroom. I’m the clown of the month!”

“Oh my God, Y/N, you’re unbelievable.” Hana’s laughter rung in your ear with disbelief for the situation you got yourself into, but soon quieted down to a serious tone. “Listen, you have to face him at some point. You can’t just avoid him forever.”

You sat up on the bed and thought about what she said, your eyes burning holes into the door leading to the living room of your shared apartment. Baekhyun wasn’t home yet, he was still setting up decorations at the bar with Minseok and going over December’s inventory. “What about this girl he said he likes?” A pout formed on your lips, like a child whining to their parent.

“You won’t know until you talk to him.” You sighed out loud and eyed the mess on your bedroom floor, clothes lying on top of each other as if your wardrobe got stormed by a hurricane. “Earth to Y/N, are you there? Promise you’ll talk to him?”

You snapped out of your daze and rubbed your eyes as you replied to her. “Yeah, sure, I’ll talk to him,” you replied in defeat. “But it’ll have to wait until after this stupid blind date. It’s tonight and I don’t even know what to wear…” You heard a noise come from the living room and gasped out loud, jiggling of keys made you jump on your feat and run towards the door until you pressed your side against it. “He’s here, I gotta go. Bye Hana!” You whispered with your heart drumming in your chest and said goodbye to your friend, before hanging up the call. “Baekhyun?” You carefully called out his name and waited impatiently for a reply.

His muffled voice came from the other side of the door, and as careful as you had been, he called out your name. “Are you okay? Can I come in?” He was right outside of your bedroom, your nerves were killing you and you didn’t know what to do, yet against your better judgement, you moved away from the door and opened it. You bit your tongue as you met Baekhyun’s reassuring smile, somehow eliciting a smile from your lips as well. Seeing as you had not replied to his questions, Baekhyun let his eyes look past you and onto the pile of clothing on the floor. “Getting ready for the blind date?”

You looked in the same direction his pupils did and chuckled with a slow nod. “Yeah, I just don’t know what to wear yet…”

“Don’t worry, you’ll look beautiful no matter what you choose to wear.” The sweetness of his words made you hyper aware of the way he was looking at you now, and you weren’t sure why it seemed… different.

“Thank you…” You almost stuttered. Your heart was ramming against your ribcage so hard you could have passed out from the lightheadedness it caused you, but you forced yourself to break the eye contact and walked further inside your bedroom. You picked up two dresses from the wardrobe, one filled with cute floral patterns and the other was a solid dark blue color. “Which one looks better for a fancy dinner?” You asked him, unsure whether it was a good idea but Baekhyun actually pointed at the dark blue dress with a cheerful smile. It was weird to say the least, he appeared to be more excited for your blind date than you were, and you didn’t even know who Chanyeol was trying to set you up with. “Okay, this dress it is then.”

“By the way, I need to go out in a bit.” Baekhyun caught you off guard and you just stared at him with slightly widened eyed. “Is there anything that you need before I leave?”

“Mmmh, no… No.” You show your head and flashed him a reassuring smile even though you were still nervous. “I’ll be fine.”

“Okay, see you later, Y/N.” He reached out for the handle and closed the door after himself.

As soon as you heard the lock click, you exhaled a long, shaky breath and dropped the dresses on the bed. “And there he goes…” You whispered, choosing to replace the deafening silence with some music from your phone.

Baekhyun stood in the hallways while holding onto his breath, ears listening to you shuffling around your bedroom before any other sound was drowned out by you favorite playlist. He had been dreading this blind date for so many days and now that it was happening — especially after he found out he was the person you liked and not some other guy — Baekhyun felt elated. He was ready to get dressed and run out of the door to get you flowers, unfortunately not your favorite ones because they were out of season, but he was still gonna get something pretty. He couldn’t stop thinking about how you were going to react once you met him at the restaurant as your date. Too much energy was coursing through his veins in that moment, he could barely contain himself.

Everything was perfect. Baekhyun had to remember to thank Chanyeol for taking care of the reservation, the restaurant was truly lovely and felt intimate, soft fairy lights were hanging from the red brick walls, adding to the romantic atmosphere of slightly dimmed lighting, a small candle was illuminating the table at which Baekhyun sat. A bouquet of pink and white chrysanthemums rested on his right side as he, on the other hand, couldn’t help but nervously fiddle with his fingers under the tablecloth. A shy smile graced his joyful expression while his eyes darted to the watch on his left wrist, growing restless as you were late to your date.

Baekhyun’s smile faltered when he felt his phone vibrating in the pocket of his elegant blazer, he shut his eyes tightly and prayed that it wasn’t Chanyeol the one calling him with bad news, saying you stood up on the blind date at the last possible moment. You wouldn’t do that, would you? “Hello?” He answered his phone still keeping his eyes shut, but they immediately shot open once he heard your voice greet him on the other side of the line. “Y/N? What’s wrong? Where are you? Shouldn’t you be at the date?” He showered you with questions to which you didn’t know what to answer.

“Uuh—“ You hesitated for a long moment, unsure of what to say. “I’m outside of the restaurant, I’ve been for the past 5 minutes. I don’t want to go inside and meet some guy that I don’t know.” He listened to you talk really fast, almost tripping on your words as your tone dripped with nervousness and regret. “I just don’t want to meet a new guy and I’m so sorry to Chanyeol, cause I said I would do this—”

“Hey, hey, calm down,” He tried to help you calm down over the phone, resisting the urge to just stand up from the table and run to meet you outside. “Everything’s gonna be alright, okay? Do you trust me?”

Baekhyun listened to you on the other side of the line as you tried to get through your panicked state, quietly repeating short and reassuring “okays”. You released a deep breath and finally replied to him. “I trust you. Will you come pick me up, please?”

He almost chuckled at the softness of your voice, instead a warm smile returned on his face as he told you what to do. “I will, but first I need you to walk into the restaurant, it’s cold outside and you’re wearing a dress.” You agreed to do it and his eyes quickly moved towards the door, as he was sat on the opposite side of the restaurant.

Baekhyun watched as the door opened and you stepped inside, brows furrowed with worry yet you still managed to look effortlessly beautiful; long black coat shielding your body from the cold of the last weeks of autumn. He could see the dark blue of your knee length dress peeking under the coat, a small purse swaying by your side from a long chain on your left shoulder as you glanced around and were greeted by a waiter. “I’m in.” You mumbled as your eyes looked frantically around.

“Look to your right, other side of the room.” And you did, you looked towards him and nearly dropped your phone, your jaw went numb for a moment as your lips parted in disbelief. One of the waiters helped you remove your coat and accompanied you towards Baekhyun, to your table. “You’re beautiful,” the words rolled off his tongue almost like a foreign sound, he couldn’t believe that you two were actually on a date, even if he had to keep it a secret for such a long time.

You were at a loss for words, yet your chest was flooded with immense happiness. “The girl you like a lot…” You began saying and he nodded before you could finish your sentence. “A very nice guy, a bit talkative and playful,” you giggled as you quoted Chanyeol’s words when he spoke about the friend he wanted you to meet.

“Yep, that would be me.” Baekhyun picked up the flowers and slowly stepped closer to you. “I know they’re not daffodils, but I hope you like chrysanthemums too.”

“You know what I like more than flowers?” You stepped even closer to him until you could feel his hot breath on your skin, completely forgetting the rest of the world as you felt a rush of bravery while gazing into his eyes. “You.”

When Baekhyun leaned forward to steal a kiss it felt like the most natural thing in the world, as if he had done it so many times before and you were out tonight celebrating an anniversary rather than a first date. The gentlest of touches left a lingering sensation of his lips on yours. The red of your lipstick transferred slightly on his lips and if you focused hard enough, you could see that his cheeks turned the same shade out of shyness and adoration.

“Hmm, what do you think?” You asked, tilting your head to the side while staring very hard at the Christmas tree.

You were currently in your new apartment with Baekhyun standing by your side, eyes focused ahead of you. “It’s crooked on one side.” The living room was bare of furniture except for a coffee table, the tv stand with the television on top of it and the Christmas tree you spent at least three hours on decorating with your boyfriend. Moving boxes were scattered all around the place.

“I think if we spin it around towards the corner of the room none of the guests will notice.” You suggested and Baekhyun hoped quickly towards the tree, being careful to avoid any boxes and discarded ornaments still lying on the floor. He crouched on his kneed and wrapped his fingers around the base of the fake pine tree, rotating the crooked side towards the corner of the room.

“What about now?” He asked as he looked up at the tree for a moment and back at you.

“Light it up.” Baekhyun took the end of a cable beneath the branches of the tree and struggled to plug it into the wall for a moment, making you giggle, but as soon as the tree was lit up, he stood up and walked back to stand by you. “Now it’s perfect!” You beamed while he wrapped one of his arms around your shoulders and brought you closer to kiss your cheek.

“Merry Christmas, baby,” Baekhyun whispered in your ear, your smile became bigger and brighter when you looked into his loving eyes.

You pecked his lips with a soft kiss and wrapped your arms around his neck. “Merry Christmas to you too, Baek—”

You didn’t even have time to finish saying his name because all of a sudden he snaked his arms around your waist, making you screech in surprise when he tried to lift you up from the floor and yelled at the top of his lungs: “To the bedroom, now!”

Loud giggles escaped you as you struggled to stay serious, but it was impossible when he was in a playful mood like this. “But we don’t have a bed frame yet—“

“We have a mattress and that’s enough for me!”

[christellaohwang]

The Call [Sehun x Reader OneShot]

Description: Sehun is married to y/n, however their relationship has lost its spark. He finds himself trapped in a lustful nightmare that can only offer him a brief escape from his unsatisfying reality.

Sehun's thoughts were more than cohesive. It's not that he was confused or anything. He knew perfectly well what he wanted. What he was uncertain about was what he needed. What if he made a mistake he would regret for the rest of his life? After all his wife wasn't stupid at all. In fact, he was stupid... For making the next step.

Sehun and Y/N weren't talking to each other anymore. They just stopped. Nothing specific happened. To him, it seemed like they grew apart. To her, it seemed as if he had stopped being in love with her. Sehun loved Y/N dearly. Lately, though, they repeatedly failed to communicate. He seemed to have forgotten how to touch her to show her his feelings. She felt as if he didn't care enough to listen to her anymore, even though Sehun was praying to listen to one word she had to say to him.

Maybe they had a problem and didn't dare to face it. Sehun thought it was because they wanted to protect their daughter that they always acted as if they had no problems. Problems need solutions and solutions need fights. On the other hand, love for Y/N was a double-sided knife. He desperately tried to grasp the long lost memories of excitement, adoration and tenderness when they first started dating. If mistakes happened along the way, they both wished they could turn back time to get them fixed. Only they did nothing more to make it come true.

At the beginning of their marriage, to them, everything worked perfectly. They both worked in the same field for almost half a day and sometimes Y/N left for she needed to travel to other places. Their relationship then became long distance for short periods of time, so they were both used to it and had adjusted their lives to make it perfect. And it was...

Sehun turned to his friends "I'll be right back".

He took a deep breath and started walking towards her. Her neck reminded him a lot. All the kisses he used to place on y/n's neck. Her tall, slim and curvy figure made him recall the first time Y/N approached him. He hadn't made the first step then, but he would make it now, because this time it wouldn't have been for love. He brushed her shoulder with his fingers. What an awful husband he would be...

"Excuse me miss", said Sehun in his soft and charming voice.

She turned around swiftly and her long pink curly hair locks almost touched his hands. She wouldn't have heard anything in the club. The music was too loud. Sehun smiled at her faintly and she did too. She excited him. Her similarity was exciting. She looked the same as the one he loved. Even though he knew his wife was at home with their daughter, she looked the same yet different. More childish and fresh. Just like Y/N was at first. It wouldn't matter if she didn't look the same in reality. In his eyes, she looked like his Y/N. And that would be the only way to ease himself into this...

"You are very beautiful..."

"Thank you mr...?"

"Oh Sehun... Call me Sehun..."

Her smile was frustratingly charming. He couldn't help but smile back for a moment. He felt something vibrating in his pocket and lowered his sight. The girl grabbed a bit of his shirt turning her focus back on her before she leaned against his ear and whispered. 

"Listen Oh Sehun... I got a little place nearly... Wanna go?"

Sehun slightly opened his mouth in wonder, but nodded nonetheless. He convinced himself he was about to go home, but she just stood in his way.

"Give me a moment..."

He briefly walked away from her and picked up his phone.

"Hello? Sehun?", asked Y/N.

"Hello? Y/N? Hi it's me, what's up baby? I'm sorry, listen I'm gonna be late tonight so don't stay up and wait for me, ok?"

"Where are you?"

"Wait wait say that again?"

"Hello?"

"You're really dropping out I think my battery must be low. Listen if you can hear me we're goin' to a place nearby, alright? Gotta go!"

And so he hung up and buried his guilt for not being loyal and honest to her for the first time ever. He grabbed his coat, bid his friends good night and followed her outside. Cheating was the wrong way, he knew this much, but he couldn't think straight anymore. He wanted back his wife, so hallucinations or not this would work just fine.

They started walking quickly. Her black dress hugged her figure perfectly. She took his hand and he was certain. She couldn't possibly be someone else. If he was hallucinating then he would only half cheat on her. Right?

"Do you mind if we stop by the supermarket Sehun?"

"No, it's ok, I can wait outside."

"No, come on, you should come with me!"

She let out a chuckle and playfully got in. Sehun started looking at the snacks. He had promised himself that he would buy Y/N her favorite chocolate before he returned home...

The lights suddenly started to go off. Sehun looked around for the girl but didn't seem to find her. He didn't like darkness at all. And the only thing that came to his mind at that moment was that if his wife was next to him right now, she would calm him down.

"How dare you think of your wife right now Oh Sehun? When you are about to cheat on her...", He thought to himself.

Someone touched his hair from behind and he turned instantly around flustered. The girl smiled.

"Are you ok? It seems there is a power cut. Come on..."

She paid for her stuff, exited the shop and started walking towards a big apartment block. The whole neighborhood reminded him of the good old '90s and that made him even more excited. A strong wind blew towards his face as they entered the tall dark building. Funnily enough, it looked like an old hotel, but people had the doors to their apartments wide open. Each and every one of them made him feel incredibly uncomfortable, as if he clearly didn't belong there. And oh they were so right.

Her apartment was at the far end of the hallway. Sehun glanced at all the people staring at him behind his back with disapproval but chose to ignore them. He sighed, entered her bedroom and heard the door closing behind him slowly. With his senses at peak, he smelled her fresh and flowery perfume in the air. She took off both of their coats. Sehun turned around to look at her innocent face one last time before he fell hard on her bed. She climbed on top of him and he closed his eyes waiting for her to touch him. She placed her thumb on his pouty lips and gave him a deep kiss.

She stole his breath and kept it safe in her heart. She touched his face one last time and leaned against his ear.

"Sehunnie?"

He finally heard the familiar voice and opened his eyes widely at once being in shock.

"Y/N?"

He stared at her face which bared a mixture of bitter disappointment and betrayal. Her tone quickly switched to show the anger his actions had caused her.

"Did you ever think I'm that stupid Oh Sehun? I'm sorry baby..."

She pulled out a knife from behind her back, raised it up to look at him one last time and pierced his heart with all the love and hate she could possibly master, letting out a sad cry of regret. Sehun gasped and looked at her aethereal trail before she stood up again, threw him one last glance and jumped off the open window and into the black night. The last moments of his life passed by. All the things he neglected and ignored just because he chose not to see them. Just as he chose not to see that it was her from the beginning. A real live picture from the past. Her touch was the same at the club too... He should have stayed there and danced with her. Again the safe option for a safe dream. What was he thinking...?

"Sehun? Sehun!"

His body was drenched in a nervous sweat. He opened his eyes not coming to the realization at once. Y/N stood above him touching his forehead.

"Sehun you are feverous..."

He jumped up anxiously realising it was all a dream and stared at her.

"When did you change your hair? Why is it pink?"

His mind must have been playing games with him, since now his wife looked identical to her doppelganger in his dream.

"Don't you remember me telling you that I would go to the hairdresser after work yesterday? Ah Sehun, I'm wasting your time even when I speak."

"It will get me killed in the end baby, don't worry, you outsmart me."

Sehun uttered those words in a low anxious voice and Y/N chuckled softly caressing his hair and looking bittersweet.

"Sometimes I do wish I could kill you."

"Maybe I wish the same thing Y/N."

"Well then maybe I should go ahead and do it..."

Her tone now was sarcastic and cold as she removed her hand and stood up from the bed. She walked to the dresser and stared into the mirror.

"And what will you do without me afterwards? Our child will be fatherless."

Sehun stared at her through the mirror with a vaguely serious expression, knowing full well it would get her mad. Y/N clenched her teeth and pierced him with her eyes.

"I'll make it seem like an accident, come on, I promise."

"Sure baby..."

Sehun stood up and walked towards her slowly.

"Go on baby. They say it's easier to kill if you feel hatred. I'm sure you'll feel relieved afterwards. But let's be honest, you wouldn't be able to do that even if your life depended on it, would you?"

"You bet I could Oh Sehun. There are multiple ways you can kill someone. One way is to stop loving them. Which you have for a while now. So why shouldn't I?"

She turned around and avoiding his harsh gaze tried to walk away frustrated. Sehun grabbed her wrist and pulled her back in front of him. He put his fingers on her chin to make her look up at him and ran a finger in between her shiny hair locks.

"Sometimes I think you are the smartest woman, but you occasionally act stupid my dear wife. What did you think? That I could just stop loving you?"

"You have, it couldn't be more obvious. You are just scared to admit it."

Sehun sighed and clicked his tongue defensively.

"No, I haven't. I just miss how things used to be initially. All the excitement of being in love, all the kisses and the touches that we no longer do, how we talked for hours. And I know you miss them too Y/N. I don't want to do them with anyone else. I want to do them with you."

Y/N looked deep into his eyes sad and disheartened. Sehun sat back down on the bed and pulled her on his lap. She hesitated but eventually relaxed and wrapped an arm around his neck. Sehun placed his one hand on her waist and the other one on her hips bringing her even closer. Y/N couldn't help but blush as she run her fingers through his periwinkle blue hair. Sehun leaned in and placed a tender kiss on her soft neck. Oh how he missed doing that, especially knowing she enjoyed that, seeing her shudder as a positive reaction. Y/N smiled at him and pulled him in for a deep kiss. It felt as if they hadn't kissed in ages. The truth though was that this was just a very different kind of kiss. A rejuvenating one full of adoration and passion. A moment between two soulmates who were at long last able to breathe each other again. And it felt rather relieving as Sehun realized that all he ever dreamed of was right there in his arms.

Author’s Note: This short story is a metaphorical depiction of how trapped unresolved issues can make 2 partners feel.

Sehun is my ultimate bias and I used to write fanfictions about him and me for EXO's Amino. I decided to patch up the only OneShot I have written so far and post it on here.

Also posted on Archives Of Our Own, AsianFanfics and Wattpad

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If you’re still taking requests for short drabbles, what about boyfriend Sehun’s reaction to you openly fangirling over another group?

A/N:- Hey, dear... Yeah, requests are open for quite a time and the group I took is Ateez because of their recent comeback an many more reasons. I hope you will like it :)

6:30 pm

"Finally, I am done.. See you all tomorrow hyungs!" with that Sehun went out of the SM Entertainment company towards his car and drove off to your place.

Finally, after so long were you both spending your time together. Sehun had been indulged in promotions of his and Chanyeol's new album, along with attending a lot of fashion shows and online concerts. Damn, his schedule was too tight and you too were busy with your work and the only means of communication you both share was text messages asking and wishing about eachother's health and a good day.

After a 15 mins of drive, he reached your place and the way he was all smiles and giddy. Taking a deep breathe he came out of his car along with a small boquet.

He used the spare key to open the door as he thought to surprise you and see your priceless reaction but he didn't knew that a surprise was waiting for him.

As he entered the house, it was eerily quite. He gently removed his shoes and was about to call for you and that's when he heard a huge scream "OMG!!!"

"Jagi?" Freaken Sehun lost his mind, he got so scared that he dropped the flowers and rushed towards the source. Throughout the way alot of thoughts were running in his mind, 'Maybe it was a lizard or a cockroach ?what if a burglar has broken into? Maybe a serial killer? No, way....'

He rushed to your shared room, only to see you jamming to the tunes of Inception, Ateez's new song. "OMG, Seonghwa and Yunho!!! Damn..."

Now, Sehun was totally annoyed and he went switched off the TV

"What the hell?? OMG, Sehun-ah ! When did you come ?" You asked with a surprised look.

"Sehun-ah, came in when Y/N was screaming at top of her lungs and making me scared. I nearly lost it!!" He said in a mockery

"I am sorry babe.. I--

"I had so many plans but I don't think you will be interested anymore. Since, your both Yunho and Seonghwa are here.. I am going bye!"

"Baby, please.. I am sorry and you are jealous. You are so jealous!" You said while running after him. "I am not jealous, I just thought that we would spend some time together and watch some movies and music videos but you aren't interested"

He huffed and went to the couch. "Okay, it's fine that you don't want to talk to me but the thing is that before you came .. I prepared a small surprise and your version of album came. I thought to unbox it together but if y-

"No, I will but promise me.. you won't scream like that or do anything interesting without me and please no fangirling over someone who isn't me but I like Ateez too. So, you are forgiven this very time" he said with a pout. "As you say my pouty prince. I love you so much" you kissed him making him all giggly.

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EXO scenario → falling in love after an arranged marriage (mafia!au).

pairing: exo x reader fandom: exo warnings: non idol!au ; mafia!au ; smoking ; mentions of sex ; mentions of oral sex genre: fluff ; smut word count: 1.7k+

a/n: have some dose of exo related content, I hope you enjoy it my loveeee

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kim minseok

The fact that this was the only way for you to communicate with the outside world was kind of weird. It didn't feel like you were living in the right century.

But here you were, writing a letter to your mother, because having a phone would be too risky right now, not when so many people wanted you dead.

“It hasn't been easy, but I now know why you and dad did what you did. You know how much I hated the idea of being in an arranged marriage, even if Minseok has never been a choice for a husband. It was just.. not being able to choose for myself, I guess. But I know now that you chose him because you knew I'd be able to live a better life with him. A normal life. Away from all the bad stuff that I had to see.. I know that you never wanted this life for me.. probably dad too. So I know why you sent me away,” you sighed, put down the pen for a moment and smiled when you saw Minseok humming while he was preparing something hot to drink for the two of you, “He's not half as bad as I thought he was. So, even though I never thought I would say this, but.. thank you, mom. Thank you, dad. Thank you for knowing what was best for me, even if I couldn't see it then. Thank you for letting me fall in love and lead a normal life.”

“What are you doing?” Minseok placed the cup in front of you, but you quickly put the letter away, not wanting him to see how you had just poured your heart and soul out.

“Ah, it's nothing.. thank you for this.”

“Are you warm enough? Do you need me to get you some more blankets?”

“No,” you chuckled, “I'm good, thank you.”

All I need is you.. even though you never thought you'd think like that.

kim junmyeon

You couldn't deny it, but yours and Junmyeon's story was like that of a movie.

You met under bad circumstances, hated each other at first, then your parents surprised you with: 'Oh, by the way, you're going to marry each other for the sake of our families' and you hated each other even more after that. Then came the wedding, then came a few weeks with each other in absolute silence, then you started having sex because you were desperate and now.. now you realized that the other one wasn't half as bad as you had always thought they were.

“Don't go,” Junmyeon muttered into the pillow as you wanted to get up, “Stay..”

“I'm just getting something to drink,” you smiled, gently brushing your hand through his hair.

He was too exhausted to stay awake.. but you didn't wake him up again, you just watched him sleep for a couple of minutes and then you, to your own surprise, whispered: “I love you, Kim Junmyeon.”

Words you truly never thought you'd ever say to him.. and even though you couldn't tell him while he was awake for now, telling him like this was a lot more than you ever thought you would say to him.

zhang yixing

“Where is my husband?” you asked one of the staff members who simply pointed to the garden.

And with crossed arms and a raised eyebrow, you watched him smoke, a habit of his that you told him you hated numerous times.

And, yes, he had cut it down severely and he never smoked in front of you anymore, especially not after you got pregnant, but you still didn't like it when he did it in secret.

And the second he saw you, he immediately put it out and looked at you with a nervous chuckle, “Sorry.”

“This isn't good for your health, you know?”

“Funny.. you used to tell me that you hoped I'd die on runs.. and look at you now.. worried about me.”

“You still annoy me a lot,” you licked your lips, then smiled, “But.. I don't want you dead anymore.”

“Ah, are the hormones speaking, dear?” Yixing wrapped his arms around your middle, “Or are you a little bit in love with me, hm?”

“Stop it,” you giggled, even harder when he continued prodding: “Hm? Hm? Hm?”

Of course you were.. and he knew it.

byun baekhyun

“Baekhyun, stop it,” you giggled when he started kissing your neck.

“Why? Don't you like it?” his hand wandered under your shirt, gently beginning to massage your breast.

See, this marriage had started out so differently.. with nothing but hate. Then it turned into lust and now it was slowly developing into more..

A lot more.

You weren't just craving his touch anymore, you were craving.. him. Entirely.

And when you looked directly into his eyes, your breath taken aback, he seemed to understand. And he leaned forward, captured your lips with his and kissed you so passionately that you almost wanted to cry.

This marriage wasn't one that you were happy with at first.. but now.. now it was a whole different story.

kim jongdae

You had waited until your husband was finished with the meeting before you entered his office.

And while he used to completely ignore you in the first few weeks of your marriage, he now looked at you with a soft smile.

“Hello, beautiful.”

“Hello, you.. I just wanted to see how it went?”

“Good.. we secured a good deal, I think. Mine and your father should be pleased.”

“Ah,” you grinned, sitting down on his lap and interlinking your fingers behind his neck, “I hate to say it, but maybe this arranged marriage was good for everyone after all.”

“Weird, isn't it? How we hated each other at first.. and now..”

“Now we slightly like each other more?”

“But just slightly,” you both chuckled, before you leaned down to kiss him deeply, both of you knowing that the truth was a lot more than just ‘liking each other’.

park chanyeol

Just looking at Chanyeol used to make you sick. The moment your parents had announced that he had to be the one you had to get married to was the moment you started hating him. Not because of anything in particular, just.. because.

But over the course of time, you and him realized that you weren't actually that bad with each other.

You were a good team, ended up working together on a lot of things that benefited both of your families.. you stayed up a lot with each other at night and then one night and a few drinks too many ended up with him on top of you.

Now that was a regular thing.

At night, in the morning, throughout the day.

Right now.

“Aren't you still exhausted after last night,” you laughed when you could feel his boner against your ass and his lips against your neck.

“Can I tell you something?” he whispered.

The sun wasn't up yet, so the room was still completely dark. And somehow that's why Chanyeol felt like he could say what he was about to say. It was as if he was less vulnerable right now.

“What?” you turned around, despite not being able to see him.

“I think I'm falling in love with you..”

It took a few seconds for you to process his words.. at first you thought you might have misheard him, but his fingers were running ever so gently over your cheek and you could feel his soft gaze on you.

You didn't say anything back that day, mainly because you were still figuring out your own feelings, but knowing what you knew now made that a lot easier.

do kyungsoo

“Can't sleep?” Kyungsoo joined you on the balcony, draping a blanket over your shoulders.

“The baby is kicking a lot.. I thought if I walked around a bit she would fall asleep, but she's not in the mood for that apparently.”

Your husband laughed and sat down next to you. He didn't say anything for a few minutes, just watched the sky with you, until he blurted out, “I love you.. you know that, don’t you?”

It was the first time he said it, despite you and him being married for a year now.

But it wasn't a happy marriage at first. It was a forced one that turned into one that you were okay with and now one you were even happy with.

But you knew he loved you now.. you had for a while now. Because sometimes actions spoke louder than words.

You smiled, though, interlinked your fingers with his, “I know. And I love you too, Do Kyungsoo.”

He smiled too.

kim jongin

Jongin was always very cold towards you, had been since the very first moment you met him.

You had really tried to make this marriage a little less shitty, because you wanted to make your family proud and you wanted your families to run the country.. or at least the underworld, together. 

But it wasn't easy for you.

Because while you really liked him.. he never seemed to care about you. Emotionally, at least. You had plenty of sex, but you wanted more..

“Uhm.. boss?” one of Jongin's minions entered his office, “There.. is something I should tell you.. about.. your wife.”

He didn't even look up, only when the guy didn't continue did he become impatient, “And? What is it?”

“She uh.. she wasn't feeling so good this morning, so the doctor came by and.. well, she's pregnant.”

And when Jongin entered your bedroom about twenty minutes later, you saw him smile at you for the first time since you met him.

Because he was happy.. he was happy about that baby and he was happy that he maybe now was able to form a connection between you two.

Maybe he could even love you like you already seemed to love him.

oh sehun

God, if you had known how good Sehun was with his mouth, you never would have waited this long to have sex with him. But you used to hate him.. too much to ever even really look at him, when you first got married.

You were still panting heavily when he kissed his way back up to you, grinning, then biting your lower lip.

“Are you okay there? Need a break?”

“No.. I just need you,” you said.

Maybe a little.. too honestly.

Because it wasn't just that you meant it for sex, you meant it literally. You needed him. You.. started to like him.. a lot. More than you ever thought you would.

And so Sehun just smiled, a lot softer now, before he hovered above your lips and whispered, “You have me.. forever.”

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@diverse-hearts​ asked: New Years Kiss - Seven /o/

New years kiss - still accepting!

“ A kiss on the cheek from my dear brother-in-law? “, Miran chuckled behind raised hand.

It was seldom, for her to see Sehun coming back to the hotel. But she guessed it was alright, since their parents were out. Leaving her alone with Strelitzia - so she wasn’t all too unhappy for her brother to come here and bringing along some people. While she knew of his red haired boyfriend - Seven? His name always seemed to change whenever Sehun talked about him - she guessed the brown haired man and the other male were part of his family.

“ Ah, Sehun already warned me from bringing in alcoholic drinks. So I ensured to only have juices here. “, her azure eyes looked down to Strelitzia, “ Especially because I wouldn’t want to be, that our little sister ends up being surrounded by drunks anyway. So it’s rather convient. “

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10 Lords a-Leaping 🔟🔟🔟 (NCT - Haechan)

A/N: Emoji game, slightly more literal than yesterday. Enjoy!

‘Bye Miss Y/N!!!’ The little ones called as they filed out the door in a flurry to meet their parents.

‘Bye Kids! Merry Christmas, be good!!’ You waved back at them, waiting until they’d all safely left.

You slumped in your chair, head leaning back and breathed a sigh of relief. You loved those kids, but boy were they a handful. Luckily, it was the last class before the Christmas break, and you needed it. Home, shower, dinner, bed. That sounded about right.

However, looking around the room, all you could see was paint, glitter and glue strewn all over the large table in the centre of the room and all over the floor. There was even mess on the underside of the table. 

How?! How do kids manage to do this?

When the local Church was calling for volunteers to help out with arts classes for children at the Community Centre, you were all for it. It’ll be fun, give a little back, make a difference to kids maybe? That’s what Christmas is about, right?

You’d even talked a couple of your friends into helping too. 

But how wrong you felt. All your Saturday evenings had been filled with since, were scrubbing wax crayon off every available surface, trying desperately to get poster paint out of your clothes (some of the kids were wild with a paintbrush), stopping little ones from attempting to eat PVA glue and making sure they created art on paper and NOT each others faces.

You didn’t mean to moan, but it was super draining and you began to wonder if you were actually getting anything out of this. And if you were making a difference at all for the kids themselves.

Ugh, anyway, the sooner I get this cleaned up, the sooner I can get home.

As you began to collect the supplies off the table, you suddenly heard loud shouting coming from outside the door. Out of pure curiosity, you stopped what you were doing and followed the raucous.

As you walked down the corridor and turned the corner into the assembly hall, you saw two of your friends reenacting, what seemed like, a scene from a medieval drama. They were so deep in character, they didn’t even notice you entering.

‘I now appoint you... LORD HAECHAN!!’ Mark’s voice echoed through the large hall. He was holding a plastic sword, tapping it once on each of Haechan’s shoulders. ‘ARISEEEEE!!’ 

‘Now that I am a Lord.. I CHALLENGE YOU!!’ Haechan pulled another plastic sword from his side and pointed it toward Mark.

‘Dude! I thought we were friends,’ Mark responded with mock shock and disappointment.

‘You thought wrong!!!’ Haechan shouted as he slowly charged at Mark. 

The two of them were now having the slowest dual you think you’ve ever seen. They were slow-mo fighting, knocking the swords together until Haechan plunged his underneath Mark’s arm. 

Mark's fake death was certainly dramatic. He fell backwards onto the floor, reaching a hand out toward Haechan.

'It.. didn't ha..have to e-end like, th..this,' he stuttered as he continued to sink to the floor.

'Of course it did,' Haechan declared, 'you killed my father!' Sword pointed at Mark's face. We're now in Star Wars, it seems.

'No Haechan... I AM YOUR FATHERRRR!!'

'NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!' Haechan fell to his knees.

What a sight. Your two friends were now on the floor, shrieking at the top of their lungs.

Haechan staggered to his feet, you felt an epic monologue coming on.

'What have I don.. Ah! My Queen! You have arrived.' Oh no, he's spotted you. ‘Look, you even sparkle!’ Haechan pointed to your hair, and you realised you had rouge bits of glitter stuck to some strands.

You crossed your arms, 'You guys know that you’re knighted with swords, not made into a Lord?’

‘Details, details Y/N,’ Haechan dismissed your grumpy comment with a wave of his hand.

You continued none the less, ‘and aren't you two supposed to be music teachers? What's with the props today?' You looked around the hall, scattered, were all sorts of musical instruments, but the swords were a new edition. 

‘That’s where you’re wrong, Y/N.’ Mark had risen off of the floor and took Haechan’s sword. ‘Where you see Lord’s swords, we see... music.’

‘Music,’ Haechan whispered to you, mimicking Mark’s words.

Whilst Mark was beating the swords against the stage, like he was playing the drums, Haechan was busting moves, b-boying around the hall with Mark’s encouragement.

These clowns, they’d certainly cheered you up this evening.

‘Well, have fun you guys, I’m gonna go and scrape glue off of scissors.’ You turned around and headed back to your messy classroom.

Twenty minutes of tidying later, Haechan came bounding through the door, ‘Ta-daaa!’ He sang as he landed in the room, arms spread, ‘get it, Y/N?.. I leapt.. like a Lord.. a leaping Lord?’ 

‘You were a knight..’ 

‘Details Y/N!!’ Haechan once again dismissed your correction. ‘You’ll make me regret coming to help you.’ He immediately started to organise pens, making sure all of them had the right colour tops. One thing you could always rely on, is Haechan’s ability to tidy. 

‘Well, if that’s the case, thank you. Lord Haechan,’ you smiled, he smiled and everything wasn’t as gloomy as it seemed twenty minutes ago.

Not long after, the room was finally beginning to look the way it had originally. As the last boxes of paint bottles and felt pens were put in their rightful place, Haechan noticed something left on one of the chairs.

‘Y/N, I think this is for you,’ he held out a beautiful picture of a Christmas tree, with your name spelled out in bright red glitter.

Dear Miss Y/N, Merry Christmas! Thank you for being my teacher. Love, Yuna.

Well wasn’t that the cutest thing? Yuna was one of the more shy children in your class, but she was so kind and sweet. She must’ve been a little too timid to give this to you herself, so she’d left it behind for you. 

‘Still think you don’t make a difference?’ Haechan asked in the quiet room.

You’d made it no secret to Haechan that you had been struggling with your classes.

‘I don’t know.. maybe,’ you kept looking at the picture. ‘I mean, I know they’re really good kids. I just wanna be a positive influence you know. I guess, sometimes I don’t feel like they really need me.’

Haechan pulled up a chair, knowing that just by listening to you, he was helping you clear your mind. You mirrored him and sat down.

When you really thought about it, every thank you Miss, every see you next week Miss and every Miss, look at this! meant something to you.

‘They really are awesome, messy, but awesome. Like, today, Gongchan helped Sungjae hold his scissors correctly. And, Dasom helped Umji mix paints together so she could get the perfect shade of pink...’ 

You couldn’t help but smile as you remembered all the times your class had cared for each other. And in turn, all the times you’d cared for them. Like when Yuna needed encouragement when she didn’t think her drawing was very good or when you drew a dot-to-dot to help Sehun write his own name on his work. 

Little things.

‘See?’ Haechan said, almost reading your thoughts.

‘See what?’ You looked at him, confused.

‘You need them, as much as they need you. You shouldn’t doubt yourself Y/N, I’ve seen you with those kids. They love you and you love them, that’s what making a difference is about.’

‘Who are you, and what have you done with my friend?’ You were stunned, but so thankful that you could call him that. ‘You’re proud of that one, aren’t you?’  

‘Naturally,’ he smirked, ‘they don’t call me Lord Haechan for nothing!’ He leaned back in his chair, hands behind his head, feeling smug.

‘No one calls you that,’ you said as you got up and tucked your chair under the table.

‘You did.’ 

‘Touché.’ He had you there.  

As you both got ready to grab your stuff before leaving the Centre, Haechan made an offer that you couldn’t refuse.

‘Wanna come over to my house tonight? Mom’s making Samgyeopsal. Food of the LORDSSSS.’

Oh wow, how many times am I gonna hear that over Christmas?... A lot.

[kkoongiees]

i only had one class on zoom last semester so it wasn't too hard showing up for that :D i have more this semester but i actually prefer online courses bc i don't have to commute on trains all the time and i'm sorry to hear that you have such troubles with headaches :( and also pls sehun always looks so happy around jongdae :( makes my heart soar!! and halloween is my fav and we watch the same movies then!!! i only really had the movie watching plans and oh boy hope you and your friends are okay!

Ahhh I had to travel for 2 hours back and forth for uni for a whole year too and.. Yeah online classes are so much better!!! But I just couldn't do it, my attention spam is so short that I just cannot sit there in front of my computer for all those hours 🙈 so I just preferred to prepare my exams in my own instead!

Ah it seems we'll indirectly have a Halloween party "together"!! I already have all my movies ready ngl I may start a few days earlier too!!!

Also don't worry! For now I'm fine! Just really bored of the same old 4 walls but yeah I only have less than a week to go before I'm released, hoping everything will keep going well!! My friends also are fine, they're just being extremely careful right now!

I hope you're doing well dear Santa anon ~💕

[fictionalarsonist]

exo_baekhyun | Hoax pt.10

Hoax_ to trick into believing or accepting as genuine something false and often preposterous.

Requested by anon

pairing: baekhyun ⨯ reader ⨯ chanyeol feat. jongdae, minseok, suho, sehun content: angst, fluff, slice of life, gang au, high school au, some mature language, smoking, pinning, drinking, violence, blood, cheating rating: PG-13 type: fanfic, series word count: 2.9K

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… As it has been said in a song series 04. “Well, isn’t this exactly where you like me? I am exactly where you like me, you know” - But It’s Better If You Do - P!atD

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[ part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | part 11 ]

“I’m sorry”, your voice echoed in Baekhyun’s mind as he drove. To nowhere, he never wants to get anywhere, just- he just felt like running away, so maybe he’d make up his mind about you, about himself. What kind of person he became, all of a sudden, for you. Not that he ever strived to be like that, he just couldn’t help himself.

Now, he has to make up his mind and if you’re not gonna let go of him. Maybe he has to do this himself. It’d be the best. When you leave for college, he’s gotta stay. He’ll take the old man Kim business and make the best out of it. You’re not part of the equation in this, you’ll get hurt- or worse. Baekhyun can’t afford having you hurt because of what he decided to be when you tried to make something better out of him.

When Baekhyun pulls over, he’s not quite sure where he is, but when he comes to it, he looks around and finds himself in his old neighborhood. Where he was raised, when Mr. Kim was just a nice single-man next door, Suho’s dad. Back then, he wasn’t wasn’t a complete self-centered jerk. They were friends. The six of them, Jongdae, Minseok, Suho, Yixing, Baekhyun himself and... Chanyeol too.

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But- That’s when Chanyeol was his closest friend, even more than Jongdae. Back then, he wasn’t the worthless bastard who belonged to a family of gangster, people believed he could’ve done well. Baekhyun could handle anyone. There’s so many guys you could choose, Baekhyun would’ve accepted better - or, at least, he likes to think he would. Just not Chanyeol, it’s been enough to pretend Chanyeol’s nothing a classmate and now he has to see you with him, being happy as he wishes he could make you.

Baekhyun tried before, he tried convincing himself to stop this relationship or whatever anyone would call it. Whatever you call it. He sincerely thought it’d be better for you to find someone who could make you happy without having to walk hidden in shadows and corners here and there, but, he knows, he’s too selfish. Maybe as much as you’re being, maybe more because this isn’t him just accepting what you want, this is him not being able to say no because he just can’t let go.

The sound of the keys and the wooden door opening calls Baekhyun attention and he turns his head to see Chanyeol walking in the old house he moved from, the house the six boys use to cause trouble before being called for lunch or dinner, being called out to sit down and study first before playing outside. Chanyeol’s eyes find his, staring from inside the car, somehow and he stops right before going in the house.

Baekhyn can almost see the wheels turning in Chanyeol’s head, but he can’t get himself to do anything about it. He could always simply drive away. Finally, he sees Chanyeol sighing heavily and pulling the door closed.

‘Please, don’t.’ Baekhyun thinks to himself, feeling his body tensing, ‘Just pretend you didn’t see me.’ , Baekhyun pleads, hands clenching on the steering wheel, ‘Just go home and ignore me, Why are you such a-’ 

“What a dumb bastard!” Baekhyun grumply murmurs to himself as he sees Chanyeol approaching him directly.

Baekhyun sighs once again and forces himself off his Baby . Chanyeol’s still in his school uniform, hands stuck in the front pockets of his jacket, he looks nothing but what a high-achieving high schooler would look. ‘The bastard is even good looking and charming’, Baekhyun thinks to himself with a hidden laughter, ‘He suits her’, he adds bitterly to himself soon after.

“It’s been a while.” Chanyeol says awkwardly when he stops. Baekhyun hums and nods positively as he leans on his car.

Baekhyun sees Chanyeol gathering breath, as if he’d say something, but then he just exhales at once, looking away and hisses to himself.

“What?” Baekhyun asks, crooking his head to the side and Chanyeol looks back at him.

“Nothing” Chanyeol replies at first and there’s a pause and Baekhyun allows it because Chanyeol seems to have words stuck in his throat, whatever they are. He’d like to hear it, “Just-”

‘Ah~ There they are-’ Baekyun thinks to himself as Chanyeol starts.

“When-” Chanyeol exhales again in frustration and takes a step closer, hesitantly, “You know, when I got back and saw you in class I thought, ‘well, maybe we could be friends again’ . But, if I tried to get any closer you just disappeared, everyday. You just disappeared from the classroom.”

Baekhyun would keep this secret that’s now dear to him as much as it was back then. He disappeared to meet you, he was always so eager to embrace you. Still is.

“All you do is using Mr. Kim’s fame as a gangster to push people away?”

“This time it’s true, though” Baekhyun says simply.

“Oh, so- You couldn’t even say hello. Just once?”

“What for? Because we played together when we were kids?” Baekhyun scoffs, shaking his head, “All it’d do is earn you a bad reputation and side-glares for talking to me”, Baekhyun says calmly, “As soon as they heard we used to be close you’d go from top student to gangster minion like this! ” Baekhyun snaps his fingers.

“Oh, I see” Chanyeol laughs to himself, “And here I thought we could still be friends. I’m just that stupid”

“You are.”

Chanyeol hums in reply and takes another step closer and now they’re way too close, so Baekhyun chuckles.

“What’s wrong with the distance we had a moment ago.” Baekhyun mocks, “You miss me so much that you need to take a better look?” He says playfully, mannering his head as if to give Chanyeol a better angle to take a picture, “You’re talking to me now. Is that anything you’d like to say?”

“Yes” Chanyeol replies readily, “There were some things I wanted to tell you. I wanted us to talk about many things, but now- Now! There’s just one thing that I need to ask.”

“What is it?” Baekhyun asked even though he could tell his old friend’s eyes what would it be, so he ready himself to how the question would come along.

“Y/n” Chanyeol started, not knowing how else to do so and licks his lips, uncertain of how to go on, “About Y/n. Actually, this is backwards-”, Chanyeol says the second part more to himself than to Baekhyun and the later waits, “You made a mess in school today. I heard them saying you could get kicked out and we’re almost graduating. So why? Why did you do all of that for Y/n? What’s so wrong about Y/n and I being a couple? Why can’t it be true? Do you like her?”

The words just poured out of Chanyeol’s lips and by the end his eyes prickled with hidden tears, he just didn’t want to have this conversation in the first place. When someone rushed to him to say what was going on he rushed to see what really was it about, then he heard Baekhyun and the desperation, and anger in his friend’s voice pained him somehow in more than one way. He still can’t understand, he can’t grasp, but he knows he didn’t like the fact that Baekhyun just couldn’t like you as someone started gossiping. 

Chanyeol’s last question lingers in the air, tasting bitter on his own tongue as he runs out of breath to speak anymore. Chanyeol likes you- a lot , it’s different than any other times he liked anyone else and he doesn’t want to face anyone who seems willing to have you too. He’s not sure if he’s a coward, maybe he’s unsure of himself. Should he tell you how much he likes you already, the two of you seemed to be moving slowly, you seem to enjoy doing so, but maybe he should pick up a certain pace. Baekhyun isn’t someone to just take things slow, that much Chanyeol’s certain.

Baekhyun stops himself from frowning or exposing how he can read Chanyeol’s thoughts in his expression. Chanyeol just doesn’t change, as he thought. Pulling himself away from the car, Baekhyun straightens his body only making all the more obvious how small he is compared to Chanyeol, thankfully he’s standing on a slightly higher side of the hill. Which is almost nothing, but at least something . Like what you give him.

Once again Baekhyun considers just saying it all. Taking you for himself and get this over with. He’d do whatever it takes to keep you safe, so what’s the matter. It’s just a matter of seconds when a movie goes before his eyes where he can take you with him and everything will work out like a miraculous magic trick. He can do anything as long as you’re there, so why not?

“Yes” Baekhyun replies and Chanyeol breathe is caught in his throat, “I like Y/n”, Baekhyun adds, watching Chanyeol hiccups and step back, much to his pleasure.

Should he say it all now, then. When Chanyeol looks like lost, hurt puppy, eyes wandering everywhere but him.

“I think I should have her instead of you” Baekhyun says boldly, watching Chanyeol look at him with wide eyes, “I got a bastard in my family instead of you. Mr. Kim married my mom instead of yours, so… I got the weak end of the rope on that, so- Just think of Y/n as compensation.” Bekhyun tries sounding as emotionless as he can while Chanyeol watches him in disbelief, “She’ll be the good thing you own me. We’ll be even then”

“Baekhyun, you-” Chanyeol is cut by his own breathless state and as soon as he recoverse he chuckles pathetically, “Who do you think you are to demand to have a person as compensation? You’re just some high schooler! Are you crazy?”

“Some high-schooler” Baekhyun mocks with a sick grin prying his lips, before laughing loudly to himself. Chanyeol looks around, startled and sees a few lights in the neighborhood light up.

“Are you crazy? It’s late! You're gonna wake up the whole neighborhood.”

“Why? Afraid to be seen with a gangster?”Baekhyun asks, “Look closely, Yeol! At us! You and me.” Baekhyun mentions to Chanyeol and then his own self, pulling on Chanyeol’s uniform, before tugging on his long coat, the clothes fit him, but they are way too unfitting for a kid his age and Baekhyun knows it well, “ You’re the high-schooler here. I’m a real gangster. Mr. Kim- Ah, no! Dad is giving me a lot of confidence lately, there’s nothing I can’t do~”

“So?” Chanyeol asks, trying to look at Baekhyun’s eyes, “You wanna treat Y/n like Mr. Kim treats the people he used to play around with before discarding like trash? Is that it?”

“I told you, didn’t I?” Baekhyun insists, “I like Y/n.” He says more clearly this time, “If you don’t have the confidence, then just let me have what I deserve.”

Baekhyun pulled the car’s door open and hopped inside. He couldn’t say it afterall, that’s all Baekhyun could think as he watched Chanyeol become smaller as he drove away. It’s better this way, he thinks. Chanyeol watched him drive by with a heavy heart. If only the year just ended and you and him could take off to college right away. Away from Baekhyun.

⇽ part 9 | part 11

[velvetsehun]

Not to mention, VIVI SEHUN SOFTBOI HOURS? Aaa it’s seeping in— f e e l i n g s! go sehun bb bE SELFISH I CANT WAIT TO READ ALL ABOUT IT AND YOUR OTHER COMPLEX EMOTIONS :))) ah shit i cant wait for the next chapter and ugh will we be seeing yeonghwa v. y/n beef?? c a t f i g h t ? dear lord if you’re out there please bless this author with all your powers so us humble readers could get a chance to read it a bit earlier than expected HAHA thank you, you’re the best + can’t wait for the next (2/2)

vivi my sweet cloud is here and is fluffy !!!! sehun had a small moment of “weakness” (more like honesty) and admitted a few things that may mean a lot more coming up than people realise~ 

jeonghwa hmm, Im not into pitting females against each other for the sake of a man (ew men bad), something else will happen in its stead, but they wont be drama free i assure you of that! 

dear lord, pardon and bless thee for they sins that are coming ;) (2/2)

[guardians-of-exo]

How would you ship your mutuals?

Ah I’ve seen this floating around lately and I was kind of hoping I wouldn’t get it because I’m so bad at these (thank you though anon, I really do appreciate it❤️) I’m so bad with these as I have a really hard time with words (ironic coming from a writer I know 😅). I have a terrible memory, which is why I never remember names (I am so sorry). I’ll do my very best, so please don’t be too offended if you think I got it wrong ❤️

@xiudonut I think I remember doing this for you before and my answer still stands. You’re very supportive and so kind, very hardworking and a little bit of a science nerd like me. So I think Minseok would be the perfect match 😍 

@jongin-be-my-jagi At first I found you quite intimidating but quickly figured out you’re a real sweetheart. We’ve found that we have quite a lot in common trough the various tumblr games though you’re a lot cooler than me😂. I’ll have to go with Jongin for you - I actually found him intimidating at first as well, but we all know he’s a huge softie. And I think your personalities would mesh quite well ❤️

@heartcravings I get the vibes from you that you’re a really compasionate person who cares a lot about other people around you. Idk why but I think either Kyungsoo or Minseok would be a good match for you, I get the same vibes from you as I get from them ❤️

@the-freefeather My fellow Hufflepuff with the big heart and sparkly personality. I see you meshing well with Chanyeol as I think your personalities would complement each other really well 😍

@lavandiaghostgirl My sweet and dear friend. Though I know you hold Baekhyun in your heart (don’t tell Chanyeol), I think you and Kyungsoo would complement each other really well. His calm demeanor would suit yours and I tihink it would be good for you ❤️

@baekinmylife You’ve gone out of your way to try and cheer me up recently and I am so so grateful that you’ve been there for me. You’ve brought a smile to my face. Which is also why I’ve chosen Baekhyun for you - our soft boy that always wants to make his Eries smile😍

@xiuminscheeks We’ve been mutuals for a while though we only really started talking recently. You came to comfort me when I needed it and it meant the world to me. You and Junmyeon kind of give me the same vibes, which is why I’ll pair you with him. Both sweet, kind and caring people ❤️

@justasouthernlady You’re probably my biggest hypeman and I can’t tell you how many times I’ve looked at your comments to remind me why I love writing. You always support me and care for me no matter what. I think you and Yixing would be really good together, you’re both very hardworking people who care too much about others and sometimes forget to care about themselves❤️

@babychickastrology I’m not sure if you’ll see this as I know you’ve been offline for a while, but I couldn’t leave you out. You’re so very kind and creative and I detect a little sass from you too, idk if I’m wrong about that😂. But that is why I think you and Sehun would make a good match ❤️

@theloveinkimkai And last, but never ever least, my dear dear friend. You’ve been there for me pretty much since the beginning and I’ve loved our talks❤️ And while our Nini is in your url, I’m gonna have to match you with Jongdae. You’re not exactly alike, but I have a feeling you would mesh really well with his quiet (mostly😂) caring personality and your huge heart ❤️

[exobyharu]

PCY - Ch7

I just googled this gif and dug real deep. I’m sorry idk who the owner is :(

Chapter 7 - How many kittens?

(Part 1)(Part 2)(Part 3)(Part 4)(Part 5)(Part 6)

Summary: PCY obsesses, Junmyeon is suspicious, Jongdae is loud, and you’re not answering your phone. PCY’s sister discovers that you’re her cousin as of today.

⏰ 8:14 PM 🌏 SM Entertainment headquarters 🌝12 It’s a full moon and maybe that’s why 👥 YN, Park Chanyeol, Byun Baekhyun, Kim Junmyeon, Kim Jongin, Kim Jongdae, Park Yoora

Notes: The series is not dead! I’m sorry to those waiting. Update soon! Happy Holidays! 

Words: ~1,500

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“Biscotti Girl in the pictures…  @real__pcy’s dear cousin is so popular! #chanyeol #biscotti #celebritti #confetti #spaghetti”

There were a hundred thousand retweets in eight hours. Where did Baekyun say he was going again? Because Chanyeol was thinking of tossing that jackhole’s damned phone into the trash, right after pushing its owner down the stairs first.

He was no longer summoned to the main office and that was something to be thankful for. But here he was, stuck in a random conference room, all by himself, and analyzing every possible way to get you out of the highly inconvenient picture that he’d put together to save his ass. He could not reach you – you were not picking up – and frankly, it was not your obligation to do so. This had you, leaving him staring out into a picture window that overlooked the busy boulevard outside.

There was only one word he could think of whenever he thought of you, and that was intensity. With you, he would always find himself in an intense argument or stuck in an intensely problematic situation, and without you, he would be just like he was right now – bothered by such intensities, all the while, intensely worried about what to do with himself and his thoughts.

Not cool, YN. Not cool.

He just wanted to fix things, but the last look he got from you made it painfully obvious that he achieved the exact opposite. You were avoiding him, and maybe it was for the better. Besides, there seemed to be nothing else he could do but pray for everyone to let the incident go. He hoped that you at least liked the free haircut from his stylist, as much as he hoped that it did the job in keeping your identity further from discovery.

He could not get it out of his mind. One problem that still bothered him was how you would keep yourself from being discovered, especially since the photographs had almost half of your face displayed to the public. What if your friends saw the photographs? And co-workers? Would you lie about being his cousin, too? How would you lie to your family about that?

And then there was the question about the flowers. He sent you, his alleged cousin, ten dozens of pink roses. What kind of distant cousin does that? Chanyeol’s lack of an alibi frustrated him, the only silver lining being: at least the roses weren’t red.

He was abruptly reminded of the way Junmyeon’s eye kept twitching as he told him about you. Their leader was suspicious and that was an understatement. He also knew that even Yixing’s brief DM asking how are you? was him, lowkey asking what the hell is going on? The odds were certainly against him. Even Sehun was giving him the stink eye.

Along with his own self-doubt, he decided to head out. Maybe a short walk and some fresh city air would make his worries lessen.

It did not.

A couple of hours later, the sight of the rest of EXO’s members gathered for a company-catered dinner was not comforting to see. Standing by the door, he looked around and caught a few staff members sharing a small table in the far corner of the conference room. This was in celebration of what again? The thought passed him by as soon as he saw, gathered at the center table, were all of the questioning faces that he least wanted to entertain.

Seven handsome faces, one whose perfect teeth Chanyeol wanted to punch in. His pal, Baekhyun, always finding creative ways to fuck things up for fun. When he met his eyes, the singer even had this insufferable are you proud of me look, written all over his face. He thought that it was time for this little shit to say his prayers because he was going to dig a–

“CHANYEOL-AH! COME BY TO FINALLY TELL US ABOUT YOUR COUSIN?”

In slow motion, Chanyeol’s head turned to face the owner of the voice that came from the opposite side of the table. The thing about Jongdae is that he is, ninety percent of the time, blamelessly loud. But the fact that he had to be among the most sincere people that he knew made it impossible to hate the guy. Consequently, it made it even more painfully annoying for Chanyeol. How thoughtful of Jongdae to put it out there just like that. Certainly what he needed right now was to be greeted by an ever-cheerful face when all he wanted was to brood over dinner.

Fuck this.

He left the room immediately.

Universe, one point. Chanyeol, zero.

And still no answer from you. He deserved this, he supposed. It was funny how one little mistake led to consequences that were way out of proportion. He realized that it was only actually funny until he was in trouble.

He took the stairs back to the third floor and to the conference room where you waited for him earlier that day. It was the same venue that Junmyeon eventually chose to broadcast live. Chanyeol’s cameos finally proved useful. Who knew that acting would end up actually saving his life one day?

“Yah! Cut it out! She’s just my cousin!” He remembered how his insides churned with his twisted lie. It was Junmyeon’s idea to hold a live stream with Jongin, and fish for comments so they could appear to address the issue incidentally in front of thousands of online viewers. They did not have to wait long. Ninety percent of the comments were downright all about it.

“You heard it. So what is everyone going crazy about, hm?” their leader teased, while Jongin in the background was bouncing on his seat, trying to contain his bout of giggles because of a pun he could not wait to deliver.

“It’s called Obsession, Hyung! Right? They’re obsessed!!”

That, along with other horrible puns from Jongin, happened in this room. He found himself glaring at the huge wall clock and wondering what you were doing at eight in the evening. It had been eight hours since you left. It did not sit well with him to not know how you were. Neither was it clear to him why it mattered so much – why you mattered so much. You were too quick to drop him, and he ought to do the same.

And yet… He clenched his teeth – a form of self-reprimand – while reminding himself what he was made of.

Determination. He was made of determination.

And he was going to have a method to this insanity: He was going to give himself one night of being a slave to his foolishness. Tomorrow, he was going to stop thinking about you. And screw the song. He was going to write another one. So he did not have single output after being away for a couple of weeks. It was no big deal. At this point, what was the worst that could happen?

In the middle of counting today’s misfortunes, his phone finally rang. He nearly dropped it when he frantically fished it out from his pocket. His hopes declared that it had to be you. His heart dropped to his stomach when he saw that it was not.

It was not the call he had been waiting for. In fact, in that moment, he realized that it was the call he dreaded most to receive.

It was his older sister.

“A little bird told me something today,” she started in a singsong voice. As if they were still children, she used the same tone to this day whenever she had something that she could use as leverage against him.

Chanyeol pressed his face to his palms. Of course. He ought to worry about his own family first. He was no stranger to his sister’s ways. This was going to be a brief, but exhausting conversation.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he answered, which made it plenty obvious that he knew exactly what she was talking about. She gave him the benefit of the doubt, though. This one’s just her classic style of interrogation.

“I’m talking about Biscotti Girl, of course. Or are you going to tell me that the guy in the photos isn’t you?”

How he wished he could tell her that and mean it. He told her anyway. “The guy in the photos isn’t me,” he copied sheepishly. She knew that he was begging her to let him be.

“It’s okay, little brother. You can talk to me anytime, okay? Trust me. I can understand girls better than you.” Again, this was her line whenever she thought he was having girl problems.

“It’s not what you think,” he reasoned. But she was not listening.

“I just wish that sometimes, you’d send me some flowers too.”

“Ya! I said it’s not even like that!”

“But don’t worry. I’m always on your side.”

“Would you listen to me?!”

She would not. “Consider it my apology for crashing your car. I love you!”

After finishing what seemed like a monologue, she ended the call without hearing him out at all. Younger brothers were supposed to annoy their older sisters. How many kittens did he leave in the rain in his past life to deserve the opposite?

💙💙💙 - to be continued - 

[heechulhamster]

The Truth You Can’t Hide III - Junmyeon

KIM JUNMYEON (SUHO) x Fem Reader

Chapter 3 [The Truth You Can’t Hide MASTERLIST]

1 - 2 - 3 -  4 - 5 - 6 - 7 ongoing

You did it so well for six years. You’ve hid your son from the biggest threat of his life. But one mishap led to the biggest secret in your life being face to face with the man you’ve kept him away from all these years - his father.

Mafia!AU, Angst.

Do you like the new Moodboard better than the old one? Let me know! 

A lawn full of daisies and well-trimmed hedges now welcomed your mornings when you wake up. Ornamented step stones paved the way to a wooden gazebo where you could already hear youthful fun-filled giggles that emanate from the area. The sound had two distinct voices that registered in your ears, one that was surely Junmyeon and the other that’s Jaejin’s.

It’s been three weeks since you started living in Junmyeon’s home. Three long weeks that you spent around his presence that sparked guilt in your guts. Seeing the love-filled connection and comfort that he and Jaejin naturally had. You’re sure that your son spent most of his hours in the said timespan with Junmyeon, fairly considering that you still had to go to work and he takes an inexcusable amount of leave from work only a CEO could have.

In those days you’ve learned that Junmyeon now spends most of his time alone. That his father died 5 years ago, and Mrs. Kim chose to spend the last of her days in her hometown before passing just a year ago. And given the facts and that he’s already in his early 30s, you just wonder why and how he’s not married yet. A man like Junmyeon - well off, articulate, and thoughtful would have any girl swooning off their feet. But maybe it was a choice on his part, living a double life isn’t an easy thing to pull off.

You were stopped on your tracks when you saw the pair of father and son in the gazebo. Both wearing their trademark cheeky smiles that made them lose their eyes. Their happiness warmed your heart and fueled your guilt. Jaejin could’ve experienced this happiness with his real father if only you had it in you to stay. Junmyeon could’ve fulfilled his aspirations to be a good father if you disregarded it. But then again, those were things that you couldn’t change, and an action that you had a compelling reason for doing.

“Hyung has really been happy these past few days. He suits being a father very well.” A sudden voice spoke beside you. Turning to its direction you saw Sehun, dressed in his standard office blazer and white dress shirt. You used to know him as Junmyeon’s highly sarcastic younger cousin but know he apparently works in the company as its head of operations.

“Yeah, I’ve noticed that too.” You answered as you stayed admiring the two in the Gazebo. They’re playing that game where one closes their eyes and guesses the finger the other touches them with. Jaejin looks innocently cute but if you’re to be honest Junmyeon looks stupid, but cute.

“He has never made a girl stay long enough all those years. I’m just glad you guys are back together.” Sehun muttered.

“We’re not back together, Sehun. I’m just staying here for Jaejin.” You explained in a stern tone.

“Oh trust me, you guys will get there. Living under the same roof, with a kid, all that’s left is to slap a marriage certificate of you two and we’re done.” He laughed.

“Not going to happen.”

“Oh dear.” You looked at him when he suddenly sighed loudly. “This is about the other business isn’t it?” He asked, to which you didn’t respond. You’re still having a hard time living with the fact that Junmyeon is affiliated with something so vile. It’s as if you just avoid thinking about it and act that it’s not true. Everytime you see a reminder of his wealth, you try and be counterintuitive and just think that it’s from his company, well the legal one that is.

“You know, we both grew up with it but we both turned out good. Atleast Junmyeon-hyung, and you know that.” There was sincerity in his eyes and you could only ponder on his words. Sure, Junmyeon is indeed a good man. But if he supports and owns something as big as this, is he really?

“Can you give this to him? I need to get going. Bye.” He quickly gave you a number of folders after you nodded, turning his back to you even before you could say anything.

And you already learned your lesson on opening Junmyeon’s folders.

With Sehun’s favor at hand, you walked towards the gazebo. Both busy heads turned to you and you just smiled at your son, who then stood up from his seat and ran into you. “Good morning mama!” He cheerfully greeted as he hugged you stomach level.

“Good morning little boy. Now what are you doing here? I could hear your giggles from miles away.” You asked as you caressed his hair softly.

“We were just playing a game.” He explained, before you sat on the chair opposite to them. You laid down the files on the table and mouthed to Junmyeon that it was from Sehun, to which he only nodded.

“You know, Mama. The one Uncle Jinki and I play?” Jaejin sat beside Junmyeon, and it almost felt like you were looking at a before and after picture of the same person. Sometimes you wonder if Jaejin even inherited anything from your genes.

“Yes, I remember that. It’s your favorite.”

“Mama, I miss Uncle Jinki. He never visited me again, did he forget about me?” Jaejin asked with a frown. Now, the problem about kids is the same thing that makes them adorable - their innocence. Jaejin is smart but not yet enough to understand that exes aren’t supposed to see their ex’s child.

“No he did not, baby. Uncle Jinki is just very busy, and LA is very far away from here.” You explained as you caressed his cheek across the table. You quickly took a glance to Junmyeon, only to see his curiosity and questioning eyes aimed at you.

“Now who’s this Uncle Jinki that you’re looking for when Uncle Junmyeon is here?” Jun said as he faked a pout and crossed his arms on his chest.

“He was like my father, but Mama says that he is not. I thought he was.” Jaejin pouted while he said his words that made your heart sink. At first, he was really sad when he discovered that Jinki was not his actual father. But now, put in another context, his father is sitting right beside him - one that he asked you for years on end, but he doesn’t know it.

And the way you felt just grew worse when you looked at Junmyeon, how his eyes spoke of sadness. You knew he yearned then and there to tell that he is there, his father. But the two of you had an agreement that you’d be the one to break it to Jaejin, and you’ll be the one to decide when it’s time.

“Jaejin-ah, Uncle Jun is here for you now okay?” You said with a smile, again caressing his cheek. You looked at Junmyeon who shot a closed lipped thankful smile to you.

The guilt in your guts kept you awake at night. You knew very well why you’re guilty, for your decision seven years ago heavily affected two people now. First, it was hard for Jaejin to grow up not knowing his real father. Yes, Jinki was there, but you couldn’t bear to make him carry the responsibility of being the father of the child that isn’t his. And you can’t make you child believe a lie just for his temporary comfort only to be left devastated once he knows the truth.

And now, you’re guilty about what you did to Junmyeon. Because you knew very well that he could’ve been a great father if he had just known. That you three could’ve been a family if you had just stayed. Junmyeon would be responsible, even if he was just 23 at that time, you knew that he would to anything and everything for the two of you.

But all of those “would be”s and “what ifs” are just a whisper in the wind. A thought that would keep you tossing and turning at night. Because no amount of guilt, remorse, nor regret would bring back the times and right what is wrong. You just try and come back to your reason that you still believe is justifiable and correct. You couldn’t feed your child with the money that came from something that leads to the demise of other people. You wouldn’t be able to look Junmyeon in the eye and tell him you love him when you know that he’s an accessory and an enabler to a crime that serves as a gateway to multitudes of other ones. You couldn’t sleep on a bed funded by an act that ruin others lives.

The next morning, you were up unexpectedly early even for a workday. There was something about your sleep that just didn’t let it be sound enough. You and Jaejin sleep in the guest room, one that’s on the other side of the mansion from Junmyeon’s suite. You could only think about how quiet this place could be before you and Jaejin occupied some of the space it could offer. How it was only filled by one man and a few of his helpers and butlers. Sehun told you that he often comes by, for he cares about his hyung’s wellbeing but the young man also has his own life.

You were silently staring blankly out the window, admiring the hedges of the courtyard when an unfamiliar feminine voice rang from behind you. “Hi, do you live here?”

Turning to your back, you were surprised when you saw a young petite woman looking like she had a rough night. Her hair loosely in curls that suggested that she just woke up, her lips look overused and scathed, and the oversized dress shirt that she wore that was clearly not hers was crumpled in all places. The badly buttoned clothing also showed how much her chest and neck was ridden with hickeys and markings, but you tried hard not to stare.

“Yeah.” You answered, your eyes still wide at the sight.

“Could you tell Jun that I took his shirt with him because my dress last night…. Is now useless and this is all I found? So uhm, yeah, thank you, bye!” She quickly dashed out of the front doors before you could even answer, embarrassment evident in her face. And you just knew that she is new to this game. She’s young, probably in her early 20s, hence the disgrace in her face.

You tried not to be fazed nor bothered by the random encounter that just happened. You already wondered why Junmyeon hasn’t settled down yet, maybe this is his kind of game now. A lot can change in a span of seven years. Hell, you now even have a child that walks and talks. But you wonder if that girl knew that you’re the mother of Junmyeon’s child, or the fact that he even had one.

Heading to the kitchen, you started to prepare a breakfast. You usually didn’t need to do so as the people who serve for Junmyeon already has already set up an array of food choices by the table at the drop of morning. But it’s only a quarter to six in the morning, and you kind of miss not having to be served everything and doing things by yourself.

So you whipped out the pans and started making Jaejin’s favorite pancakes. Carefully and lovingly mixing all ingredients in a bowl before precisely measuring the batter onto a pan. Eventually chopping berries to top it all off. One thing you’re glad of staying at Junmyeon’s house is how filled it is with everything. If there’s one thing adulthood made you realize is that money is hard to earn, especially for a young single mom in the city. You can’t help but thank your parents that they made your young life more than adequate to be called a good life.

You were already cleaning up after your mess when you head the fridge open behind you. “You’re up early.” Junmyeon announced as he grabbed filled a glass of water.

“I was barely able to sleep.” You said, turning the last piece of cutlery you needed to clean before you faced him. He’s already dressed in his standard white dress shirt tucked in black slacks, both articles of clothing looking very crisp and every thread luxurious. He groaned silently as he put down the glass on the countertop.

The thing with you living in Junmyeon’s presence is a case undisclosed. It almost seems that you’re indifferent towards each other. Not exchanging that much words except for the common courtesy and small smiles you share when both of you are around Jaejin. You two fill the shoes of being parents, or uncle for Junmyeon’s case, very well. Yet the connection between the two of you is barely defined nor do you have any idea about it. Because how do you interact with your ex who you’ve hidden your child for seven years from?

“Rough night?” You jokingly opened the topic, remembering the favor that was not so politely asked of you earlier.

A light agreement escaped from his mouth, so you proceeded with what you are saying. “She asked me to tell you that she took your shirt. You apparently ripped her dress last night so bad that she can’t use it.” You said as if it was nothing as you returned the kitchen tools to their rightful places.

When you look back at him, he was staring at you with a bewildered emotion all over his face. “You saw her?”

“I kind of ran into her earlier as she was leaving.” With two plates overflowing with pancakes topped with berries and drizzled with honey on your hands, you sat it down on the kitchen island. “I have to give it to you, she’s really pretty. What’s her name?”

Junmyeon looked at the ceiling and closed his eyes, the thing he always does when he’s trying to remember something. “Ah… I actually don’t recall. I’m pretty sure it starts with a T. The rest I’m not sure of.”

“Wow, so that’s your game now? At this age, Jun?” You chuckled a little. “You really got into Minseok’s college habit very late.”

“It’s not like I do it every time. I was just really stressed with work. Whatever shit Sehun handed you yesterday was no good news.” He gulped another from the glass filled with cold water. “I’m sorry you had to experience such an awkward encounter.”

“No, it’s not really a big deal. I’m just thankful that Jaejin didn’t see her. I’m going to have a hard time explaining why she had jellyfish stings on her neck.” And you both let off a small acknowledging laugh. And as small as it is, you felt as if it broke the ice that froze whatever conversation can be held between the two of you.

After a short silence as you sat on the kitchen stool with your tea and him concocting a cup of morning coffee, Junmyeon finally spoke again. “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

You were only able to respond by looking at him in the eyes before he spoke again. “I’m sorry for forcing you into staying here. I know it was selfish of me to act as if I have control over you and Jaejin. It’s just that…” He trailed off before sighing. “I don’t know, I feel like now that I know I have him I just can't let him go out of my sight.”

“This thing that I do, it kind of messes with your brain. Some would think we’re all high and mighty with all this wealth. But once you’re put in this place, exposed to this world, you’re just more vulnerable to all the things that could go wrong. And I, I just want to make sure Jaejin is safe.” Junmyeon continued as he held the coffee mug strongly in his hands that you see the liquid start to shake.

“It’s fine, Jun. Besides, I’m not the one who decided to stay here.” You responded assuringly, trying to coax him out of his current mindspace. “It was Jaejin’s call. You know, he’s the boss.”

You remembered the day the both of you were having a heated argument in the study. “If you want to leave, I’ll make sure this is the last time you’ll ever land your eyes on him.”

“What? Now that you’re aware that I know, you’re afraid that I’ll rat you out to the police? I could’ve done that years ago, Junmyeon. I just want to live peacefully with my son. To separate me from him you need to put a bullet through my head.” You responded, pretending to have the power in your guts to threaten the man in front of you when you’re shaking internally.

You saw him curl his fists into a ball, his eyes intently focused on yours as he’s breathing slowly.

“What? You’d really do it, won’t you? You’d really kill me, Junmyeon?” You scoffed.

“That’s not the point here. Your son, is my son. You know what world I belong to, Y/N. And if Jaejin stays here, it’s only then I’ll be able to sleep soundly without worrying about his safety. He’s safe here, you’re safe here.” He declared calmly, far from his anguish filled voice just earlier.

“No one else even knows that he’s your son, Junmyeon. How is he in danger?” You reasoned out.

“Right now, no one knows. But you’ve decided to come back here, and you’ve made Jaejin’s world smaller. First he found me, how long do you think it would take for everyone to make the connection on why you, my ex, has a son that looks exactly like me?” Junmyeon stepped closer to you, “You’ve hidden him from me long enough, Y/N. Let me be a father to my son.”

It’s unbelievable to anyone, even to yourself, that you still stayed over for dinner after that episode with Junmyeon. Probably because of his influence over Jaejin, or possibly even over you. You just knew it was useless to try and resist Junmyeon, he has always been indomitable in his decisions.

“Jaejin-ah, Mama has a question for you.” You asked as you sat down on the guest room’s bed. It surprised you to see how neatly Jaejin’s things were transferred here. Jaejin stood up from playing with the toys on hand and sat beside you.

“Uncle Junmyeon has offered for us to stay here. Not just tonight, but for a while. Do you want to stay here?” You asked as you tenderly brushed off his soft dark hair.

“Is it okay with you, Mama?” He sweetly responded.

“Mama is okay anywhere you want to stay. That’s why I’m asking you if you want to stay here, baby.”

“Yes Mama! Of course I do.” Jaejin answered gleefully. “I like Uncle Junmyeon, he’s a lot like Uncle Jinki. He plays with me, jokes with me, but he’s better because his house has a fountain. Mama does it mean I get to stay on this house with the fountain and the large TV?” Jaejin asked, his youthfulness showing in his tone and excitement over the material things.

But what  resounded to you the most was how he said that he liked Junmyeon and that he reminded him of Jinki. How long has Jaejin even here that Junmyeon has already been able to make your child enamoured?

“Okay Jaejin, we’ll stay here. Here with the fountain, the TV and Uncle Junmyeon.” You said with a small smile, before kissing the top of his head. Only if he knew that the ‘uncle’ that he grew very fond of is his real father.

“Going to work today?” You asked as you sat in front of Junmyeon, who is now eating the other plate of pancakes that you offered him in attempt to waver off his headache.

“Yeah.”

“Which one?” It came out of your mouth sounding serious.

“My work, CEO of Kim Shipping Lines. That’s my job.” He said in a defensive tone. “Just need to fix this problem at the ports which caused a lot of delays. You going to work, too?” A question which you only nodded in response as you already dread the thought of having to work a 9-5 job.

“You could come back to the company, there’s always going to be a slot for you. Maybe I’ll kick off Sehun for slacking off.” Junmyeon joked lightly and he earned a laugh from you. “Can we be okay?” He suddenly blurts out amidst your laughter.

“We’re okay, Jun. Stop acting as if I have a knife pointed at your neck.” You joked as your laughter only started to die down.

“No, I mean can we be civil? Or even friends? For Jaejin.” Junmyeon asks again as he rests his back against the chair. “Can we put this animosity between us aside, if there is, and try to make this parenting thing work for Jaejin?”

“Of course, Jun, we can be friends. I don’t know why you’re asking that, we literally have a child. I think we’re already way past that.” And it was his turn to laugh.

And honestly, you’re not only doing this for Jaejin but also for yourself. It’s hard to pursue greater heights in life when you carry grudges in your heart. Maybe this is what you actually need to finally be able to sleep well at night.

Silence enveloped you, only the sound of the keyboard was audible as you sat on the luxurious white leather seats in the living room. It’s already the wee hours of the night and you need to bring your work at home as you’ve been set a close deadline. Not wanting to disturb Jaejin’s sound sleep in the guest room, you vacated downstairs.

As you quietly balanced the liabilities and taxes of the company you are currently working for, you heard the rustling of a car being parked outside. It dawned on you that Junmyeon hasn’t come home yet, you thought otherwise and that he was just staying in his room. The sculpted oakwood front door opened and you were shocked when the figure just entered registered on your eyes.

It’s Junmyeon, looking all trashed and tired with a huge cut on his eyebrow and a busted lip. You’re sure that it is also a bruise that you see on his left cheekbone, ruining his usual neat look and ridding his face with blood. Junmyeon’s left hand also clasped his right, and you’re certain that he’s only seeing off one eye as his left squinted on his current injuries.

In alarm, you stood up, setting aside the laptop and papers that once occupied your attention and called Junmyeon. “What in the world happened to your face?” You walked towards him as he leaned on the door.

“Why are you still awake? I thought -” He spoke which you were quick to shush. He looked more in pain as he spoke, so you wanted to minimize the torture.

“Speak later, we need to clean those shit on your face.”

You pulled him into the kitchen, not forgetting to grab the medical supplies that are in one of the bathrooms. Sitting by the kitchen island where you once talked over breakfast. With a cotton ball doused with antiseptic at hand, you started to clean off his wounds.

“This is such a late age to realize that you want a boxing career, Jun. What the fuck happened?” You almost screamed at him.

He shook his head, “I can’t believe you’re still like that. You still show your concern by being angry at other people?”

“Answer my question or you’ll clean your own wounds.” He winced a little when your hand went a little heavy on his eyelids.

He sighed, “Remember when I told you last week that there has been problems in the ports and shipping schedules?” You nodded.

“Of course that still had to do with the other line of work. This cargo ship from Mexico was supposed to be here three weeks ago, it had delays due to weather, docking space, you know the deal.” You agreed, understanding the situation for you used to work under Junmyeon’s company before.

“So Sehun forgot to inform me that there’s special deliveries in that cargo, so I wasn’t able to deal with it earlier. The ship just arrived tonight. And apparently there’s a very high profile son of a politician that ordered an unbelievable amount of ecstasy for his party. Safe to say his party didn’t turn out well without the shit that’s still sailing on a cargo in the Pacific ocean. He told me he was very humiliated to people and lashed out on me.”

“God, Junmyeon, I thought you big players had an army to fight for you.” You exhaled as you lightly dabbed ointment on his cut.

“Well I’d usually bring some. If only my son of a bitch cousin told me that there was in fact a problem.” He shook his head again, “He literally just made me go there without knowing that some entitled whiny crass was crying over his milk.”

“What about this?” You asked, pointing to his swollen knuckles.

“You think I’m just going to let a spoiled brat punch me?” He said with a smirk as if brawling is something to be proud of.

“I’m lucky it’s only this, there’s more far worse. I could’ve ended a corpse tonight.” He explained further, which only made your nerves boil and discomfort bloom in your mind even more.

Your hands slowly sank and landed on the table and you just stared on the now red cotton ball that you held by tweezers.

“You think this us something to laugh about for me, Junmyeon?” You raised your voice. “You think I could laugh at your stupid face right now knowing that in years it could be Jaejin that goes home one night looking like this? That he could be killed in cold blood just because some narcissistic scamp didn’t get what he wants?! This is the exact thing that keeps me awake at night, Jun!” Your eyes started to water from the thought.

Junmyeon grabbed your hands that started shaking. “Jaejin won’t… Jaejin won’t be involved in this mess.”

“Really, Jun? Does he even have a choice? Did you even have a choice? This is not something you could just get away from, Jun. This is something you’re born into. And the moment I had Jaejin it’s as if he’s already in line to inherit this mess. I don’t know if I’ll ever sit well with that fact!” You tried to move away your wrists from his clasp yet his hold was strong.

Because you know very well this kind of activity isn’t something you could just turn away from. It’s critical in itself to be involved in this kind of industry, but it’s even more dangerous to try and just stop. The people that benefit from this business would never hesitate to silence you permanently. Because now that they don’t benefit from you, you’re nothing but a threat.

“It already happened to me, and I’m not going to let it happen to Jaejin, okay? Just trust me on this.” Junmyeon tightened his hand on yours.

You just silently continued cleaning and covering his wounds. What would Jaejin even think if he sees Junmyeon like this? How is he going to explain suddenly having a cut on his eyebrows? That he fought a cat? Jaejin is far smarter to believe that.

And Junmyeon just sat there, silently waiting for you to finish the favor that you’re doing for him. He knew better than to talk to you when you’re mad. He knew that the anger will soon subside, he just need to let the tidal waves pass and it will calm down again.

You’ve already grabbed an ice pack from the freezer when he spoke again, “Who’s Uncle Jinki?”

“Jinki? He’s my ex.” You simply answered, lack of any explanation.

“Oh.”

You felt as if he was unsatisfied with the answer, so you obliged to give him a bit more context. “He was there since Jaejin was two years old. He was this charming banker I met while closing a deal on my old job. I almost believed that nobody would love a 24 year old with a son again, but he came. . He accepted not just me but also Jaejin. He was there to fill the gaps that I left on being a parent, he supported me. I honestly couldn’t have done it alone.”

Junmyeon just intently listened to you, so you continued on your reminiscing of Jinki.

“He was really a big help, especially for Jaejin. It’s hard to raise a boy as a single mom so I’m just glad he was there.” You already felt the sadness in his eyes. “And the children of Jaejin’s age can be cruel too when they know that a kid doesn’t have a father, he was strong enough to own up to the role. Luckily he’s Korean too, so it wasn’t much of a problem making Jaejin’s friends he was his.”

“So what happened?”

“Three years into the relationship, he wanted to settle down. Of course I agreed, we loved each other after all. But then it got complicated when he wanted me to stay at home and stop working. That’s not something I can do. I can’t just stay at home and let him work for the both of us knowing that Jaejin isn’t his responsibility.”

“And you’re pretty workaholic. I feel that you’d die if anyone takes your work away from you.” He jokingly interrupted which you just responded with a small chuckle.

“And I didn’t agree on getting Jaejin named after him.” You continued, and Junmyeon just looked at you.

“Why?”

“That was the least I can do for you.” You answered. “But Jinki still visited Jaejin after we broke up, they really had a strong relationship. It’s just that it didn’t work for us two. He just had to lessen seeing Jin once he dated again, which I could understand.”

You earned a sigh from Junmyeon in front of you, “I don’t know if I’m jealous or thankful for Jinki. I mean, I’m glad he made it less harder for you. I’m happy that Jaejin wasn’t bullied and that he had a father figure to look up to. It’s just that, it could’ve been me. That should’ve been me. No one needs to pretend to be my son’s father because I’m alive. That should’ve been the things that I was able to do.” He sadly noted.

“You have now, Jun.” You answered to him as you looked sincerely in his eyes. “It’s now the time when you could make it up for those years. You just need to do it right.”

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DDND Ch.20 | KJI

Group: EXO

Member: Kim Jongin

Theme: Fluff | Angst | Dancer!AU | Dormmmate!AU

Word Count: 2,028

❀ Chapter 20: Tell Me ❀

"Noona?"

"Dear?"

Was I used?

"Noona!"

You blinked, focusing your sight in front of you. Taeyong and Aunt Ji Hyo were looking at you with worried expressions.

"Are you okay, dear? Are you feeling unwell? Should we just take you home?" Aunt Ji Hyo reached for your hand when you flinched away, making her stop.

"I-I'm sorry. I'm fine. I..." You slowly glanced outside where Kai was.

"Was it about Mr. Kim? Do you know him, noona?" Taeyong asked, tracing your stare outside. You turned to him, bringing a forced smile on your lips.

"N-No. No, I-I don't know him." You replied.

"Well then, let's eat now before the food turns cold." Aunt Ji Hyo said cheerfully, grinning at the meal before her.

"Thank you for the food."

You slightly bowed.

"You're not okay, noona."

You leaned your head on the window as the car moves out of the parking. Aunt Ji Hyo sat in front beside the driver while the two of you at the back.

"How'd you know, Tae?" You mumbled back, your warm breath fogging up the window.

"You're my sister, of course I'll know these kinds of things." Taeyong leaned his head on your shoulder as he wrapped his arm around yours, giving you warmth. "Now, why is my noona sad?"

You closed your eyes, your hand reaching out for your brother's in comfort.

"I'm confused, Tae." You whispered, leaning your head back on his head. Taeyong just kept quiet, waiting until you tell him everything that's bothering you. "Very confused."

"We..." You trailed off, gathering enough courage to speak. "...don't really have a label. He said he likes me but what does that even mean? Should I just assume that we're in a relationship already or should I just ignore it and wait for him to say it? I don't know what to think."

Taeyong quietly peaked at your face. Your cheeks were slightly red, your eyes closed and your lips were trembling.

"Noona..." Taeyong whispered.

"He-He told me..." You breathed in and out, trying to refrain a frustrated cry come out of you. "...that he doesn't want me to misunderstand. He doesn't want to see my eyes turn dim. That he doesn't want to let me see him that way."

"But how can I misunderstand if I don't understand anything at all? I'm getting down without any reason, I feel so stupid about that. What way is he exactly saying?"

You sighed, opening your eyes to find your younger brother looking at you with his soft eyes.

"And now, I just figured out he's someone important. Maybe not only for me but for others too."

"He's not really my dancer..."

I promised that I'll always see him that way but why am I being like this?

I'm scared.

You quickly blinked away the triggered tears as the car stopped in front of your dorm.

"We're here, dear." Aunt Ji Hyo said, glancing at the both of you.

"Y-Yes. Thank you for sending me back home, Aunt Ji Hyo, ahjusshi and Taeyong." You opened the door, slightly bowing at them as you got out of the car. Taeyong was still looking at you with his sparkling eyes.

"Be a good boy, Tae." You ruffled his hair with a smile. You waved at them after you closed the door, watching as the car gets out of your sight.

Why did I even let myself be transparent about such thing to my brother?

As expected, Kai wasn't around when you got inside the dorm.

"Welcome home, Lin. Kai's not with you?" Aunt Sunny asked as she walked down the stairs. You shook your head with a smile. "I thought you went out toget—"

"I guess he has something important to attend to." You mumbled, taking off your shoes and bringing them upstairs with you.

Aunt Sunny watched how you trudged up the stairs with a lonely aura.

"I wonder what's going on with those two?" She muttered under her breath, shaking her head in confusion.

"We'll get going now, Auntie!" Sanha cheerfully said as he and Eunwoo got down. Aunt Sunny just waved them off with a grin.

"Auntie..." Eunwoo called out before he got out of the front door. Aunt Sunny looked at him. "Is noona okay?"

"Why are you asking that?"

"She was close into tears when we bumped onto her earlier. At first, I thought she just had dirt in her eye because she said so but I realized..." Eunwoo looked at the ceiling as if he can see you through it.

"It's a very cliché reason, right?"

♫ ❧ ♫ ❧ ♫ ❧ ♫ ❧ ♫

A day after, you're spending the day focused on work, or trying to focus on work, when Minseok, your boss, announced something.

"The whole crew will have a summer outing this weekend. I hope you keep your schedule clear for it."

That made everyone surprised but at the same time, excited and happy.

"Is it mandatory to go?" You silently asked Jongdae, who was writing on a clipboard.

"Why, Lin-ah? You won't come?"

"Uhm. I was thinking that—"

"No, sir! This girl is coming!" Tiffany butted in, clinging her arm on your neck. You grunted in protest but Joohyuk joined in.

"It might be the last outing we'll have since I'll be leaving in 2 weeks." Joohyuk added, his lower lip jutting out like a kid. You huffed, rolling your eyes because the two have teamed up again against you.

"Argh. Fine. I'll go."

Tiffany triumphantly pumped a fist into the air while Joohyuk grinned.

"So, everyone's going?" Minseok asked with a cheerful voice, clasping his hands together.

"Hell yeah!" Mark cheered, bumping hips with the others in excitement.

"This will be our first summer outing with you guys since you're part-timers and the young ones in the crew but let's not bring the stress and books from school, alright?" Minseok reminded, patting the young part-timers backs with a smile.

"Yes, sir!" They chorused.

"Good! Let's have fun this weekend!"

Tiffany brought the curtains down as Joohyuk put the chairs up on the tables while you wiped the counters and check the appliances.

"I think this will be a relaxing outing for you though."

Your head turned to Joohyuk, who stood in front of the counter. You chuckled as you shook your head.

"Sure. I hope so." You mumbled.

"You're troubled." He stated, making you stop from cleaning. Your hands stopped moving as you looked down on them.

"Is it obvious?"

"Very."

Joohyuk turned around and leaned on the counter, making you face his broad back.

"Won't you tell it to me, buddy?"

You bit your lip, clenching your hands on the towel you're holding.

"I-I'll be fine."

I hope I will...

"Oh, Lin! My brother's been asking about you. I think he wants to meet you." Tiffany suddenly exclaimed, startling you.

"M-Meet me?" You stuttered, getting nervous all of a sudden.

"I love you."

You shook your head as you remember the jaw-dropping words that came out of his mouth before you got out.

"He must have something to say. I don't know about that boy. You should text him." Tiffany shrugged as she walked towards you and Joohyuk. Who stayed still.

"Maybe he'll already admit that he likes you." Joohyuk said with a bored tone. You can't react with what he said.

What if it's true? What am I supposed to do? Aish! Why did these things start to pile up in my mind?! I'm going crazy!

"S-Stop kidding around. Let's just go home." You answered, placing the towel back on the sink near the place before getting your bag from the locker area.

As you locked the back door and the front door, Tiffany suddenly turned to you.

"Hey."

"Yeah?" You tilted your head at her as her eyes stared at yours with worry.

Why is she acting like this now?

"I-I just have a feeling he'll do something stupid tomorrow, so..." She mumbled as she started speaking. Joohyuk was walking ahead of you but he was doing it slowly, so you can catch up.

Did Tiffany unnie tell him to go ahead since we'll talk?

"My little brother has been alone for a long time. Trying to live with his own money, working his ass off for college, living his life in a lonely apartment, I don't know what to do with him." Tiffany bit her lip.

"But then he found you."

Your eyes widened as you slowly figured what Tiffany's trying to tell you.

"I'm not pushing you to like him back since I know you have someone you like already. But please don't hurt him more." Tiffany cried.

She's crying for his brother.

I feel useless. I can't assure her. I can't do anything.

"S-Sehunnie's not being himself. I tried asking him about what his problem but..." She shook her head. "...he just smiled at me. It wasn't the smile he usually gives. It hurts me."

"I figured that he knew how the one he has fallen in love with, has fallen for someone else." Tiffany looked down at her feet. "That made it much more unbearable. That kind of pain is the worst."

"Please don't let him hope for more, Lin. He's been silent about it but of course, as his older sister, I can't just watch him hurting like that." Tiffany slightly bowed at you.

You stared at the back of her head with a blank stare. It's like you were hit by a truck.

You can't move.

You can't speak.

You can't do anything.

"I-I..."

"I'm so..."

"I'm so sorry..."

You bowed at her before quickly running away as you saw the lights that came from the black Audi you've once dreamed of.

I didn't know I was hurting him.

Your tears flowed as you quietly walked your way home. Your heart felt heavy as well as your shoulders, it's like you're carrying a huge baggage.

Sehun is a precious friend that you don't want to lose like Joohyuk and Tiffany.

What am I supposed to do?

Joohyuk stopped walking as he heart your hurried footsteps. He slowly turned around with his arms wide open as if he knew you would need it as soon as you ran towards him.

You let your arms wrapped around his waist as you buried your face in his warm jacket. Your tears didn't stop from falling, making it harder for you to breathe. Your hands clenched around the fabric of his jacket as you sobbed on his chest.

"Shh. Let it all out, buddy." Joohyuk whispered, leaning his head down as he caressed your hair.

He just stayed quiet as your sobs were the only sounds you both can hear from the empty street. He didn't stop rubbing your back while you cried your heart out.

All the stress, negative thoughts, problems, and feelings that you kept inside alone, you've let them all out as you cried.

"Let's go home."

♫ ❧ ♫ ❧ ♫ ❧ ♫ ❧ ♫

11:37 pm

From: Oh Handsome Sehun

I'll pick you up tomorrow after your shift. I want to tell you something. Goodnight.

You closer your eyes as you read the message.

You don't know what will happen tomorrow with your meeting with Sehun. Whatever he's gonna tell you, you'll understand everything.

You just don't know if you'll accept.

You heard a door closed outside, making you wonder if he already got home.

"I miss you already. What have you done to me?" You mumbled, turning off your lights after opening the lamp on. You glanced at the door.

Should I check on him?

Despite everything you've been thinking today, Kai has this space in your heart and mind that you can't possibly forget if he's well or not. You can't help but to worry about him.

Why am I even worrying?

You shook your head as you saw your hand was already at the door knob.

"If he wants to tell me something about himself, he should tell it to me himself." You muttered, walking back to your bed.

"Hurry, my devil dancer. Tell me everything. I'll be waiting."

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❀ Ch.21

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A Soul meets another Seoul

Ch1; Ch15

Chapter 14

We are now talking about certain things when I noticed that I was feeling a little alerted from some place and I can't remember where it is coming from, maybe it's nothing, I hope it's nothing too serious coming in the future. Ichigo looks at me, asks, "What's going on in your mind, Akari?" "It's nothing which is weird I can't help but feel alerted, the problem is that I don't know where it's coming from," I said to them, "Maybe it's all in my mind." "You had a very stressful day the other day," said Rukia, "Not to mention you slept for 24 hours." "I know, that is so unlike me," I said to her, "By the way, what do you guys think of Asteria and Natsume?" "They are very welcoming towards you," said Ichigo, "Plus, they are making you feel welcomed in this world like you belong here." "Yeah, the sad part is that I'm not from here," I said, "I would do anything to stay here forever but I don't want to worry Shuhei." "I'm pretty sure he can not keep you from being happy," said Ichigo, "I hope you 2 can continue to see each other without being in secret." "Yeah, which I'm breaking down that wall and tell everyone on what's going on between me and Shuhei," I said to Ichigo, "You know what, that is what I'm going to do right now!" So I went to the Soul Society to announce my relationship status with Shuhei, I was telling Shuhei this, then he asks, "Are you sure about this?" "I'm tired of being in a secret relationship, Shuhei," I said, "It's the least we could do for everyone's sake. Plus, I'm tired of being in total denial of everyone saying I have feelings for you." "You have a very good point," said Shuhei, "Come on, let's go." So, we went to where all the captains were, then I got a slight headache, I shook it off as if it was nothing, Head Captain Yamamoto asked, "What brings you 2 here?" "Shuhei and I have something to say and it's important," I said, trying to ignore the pain of the headache that is still going. Kyoraku asked, "What is it then?" "Shuhei and myself, we, uh, we are," I said, trying to keep it together but this pain won't go away, "Shuhei and I are dating." As I said that, I was now holding my head in my hands because the pain was too much at this point, I couldn't help but groan in pain for how painful this headache is being. All I heard was Yamamoto saying, "Take her out of here, now, Shuhei!" "Yes, sir," I heard Shuhei yell. After all that, I could not hear or see anything, what happened back there? I wonder what caused that. After a few hours or so went by, I finally woke up to seeing only Ichigo and Rukia, I asked, "What happened to me?" "Shuhei brought you over here saying that you had a massive headache," said Rukia. I asked them, "Where is Shuhei?" "Are you saying that you can't see him?" asked Ichigo, "He's standing right beside you, Akari." "I don't see him at all," I said, then came to a sudden realization, "I think I had my Soul Reapers stripped away from me!" "Oh no!" shouted Rukia, "Which means you won't enter the battle field when we fight Hollows or worse, you can't continue on with your passion to fight." I was wondering without my Soul Reaper powers, can I still do the flash steps? I stood up and flash stepped outside without hesitation, I still have that ability thankfully, good because I wonder how out of the 9 EXO assholes did this. So I flash stepped back over there with a very pissed off face, I shoved everyone to the side, not wanting to be messed with. I asked in a raised voice, "Who in the hell took my powers away?!" All 8 guys pointed at Suho, they were all scared, I asked him, "Why did you do that?" "I'm just wondering on how long it will take for you to survive without those powers of your," said Suho, "If you haven't guessed by now, you are still under our control." I growled, I just turned away and went back to my room and locked it, started yelling my lungs out because I was so angry with what he had done! Wait, this is a total learning experience for me to finally know what it is truly like to be in the world of the living, why I am so fed up about my Soul Reaper powers being stripped away, luckily I found many things to do that have my interest on doing, but dating Shuhei is one of them, damn it!!! I'll make sure if I do get my powers back I'll make sure that Suho will pay for making me suffer through this hell.

A few days went by, nothing too bad, alright I can do this, but Renji came over and asked, "Hey, Akari, have you gotten your powers back?" I snarled at him, my powers should've been back by now, he now knows that I am pissed that he brought that up. He says, "That really sucks because Shuhei is waiting for you to return." Then I turned into a depressed mood, "I was hoping for my powers to come back soon, Ichigo and Rukia were no help at all because I told them that I hope that my powers come back." Renji was staying with me, seeing him in his Gigai body is slowly helping me calm down, though not a whole lot, then he gave me a folder, telling me, "Ichigo told me to give you this folder on all the stuff you are missing out in school." I just got up and stormed off into my room, leaving Renji alone by himself, this is really getting to me, as soon as I got into my room, I heard Kai asking, "Are you done?" I actually kicked him in the stomach and literally kicked him out of my room!! I locked the door, not wanting to be messed with, I just laid on my bed and went to sleep, that's all I did.

Renji's POV: This has gone far too long, for Akari, it's like a month now for her, but it's the 2nd week now. I barged into Suho's office, yelling, "What the hell is wrong with you!!!" I noticed that these guys are getting more noticeable every time she's away from them, there are unfamiliar guys around a single table, he looked at me all serious, he asked, "What ever do you mean?" I remember what Akari said to me, I looked to where Zabimaru is, I pulled out the sword and pointed at him, "Look here, mister, you think it's funny to take someone's passion away, what if someone took away your passion, mister?" "Put that sword away," he said, all scared. I told him, "Don't tell me what to do, I'm a freaking Lieutenant, and you are here teling me to put my sword away? Oh hell no!!! I'll put Zabimaru away once you give Akari her powers back!!" The guys between me and him, they all looked at Suho, they asked, "What does he mean by that?" "You know what, I wish that she should've given you the ability to be like us, Soul Reapers, because you have no idea on the true meaning of being a Soul Reaper," I said. I was getting ready to throw down on his ass, for Akari's sake, this was so low for someone like him, then I noticed that she still has abilities, I told him, "I'll be right back."

Normal's POV: I woke up to hearing knocking with Renji's voice saying, "I need you for something." I started following him into Suho's office, Renji turned to me and asked, "Do you still have those abilities where you give and take away anything?" "Yeah, I guess," I said, "Wait, do you think if I take away his spiritual pressure I can get my powers back?" "Only one way to find out," said Renji, turning towards Suho, "Look, Suho, I would like to test something out on you." I looked at my right and left hands, told him, "Sorry, Suho, but this is worth it." Then I felt my left hand telling me to use it, so I did, 5 minutes go by, nothing happened, then Suho said, "You will your powers in Kai's room, this was all Kai's idea." "You better be telling the truth," said Renji, "Or, she'll really make you pay for taking her powers away from her!!" "I like to see her try without using her powers," said Suho, sounding very confident. That made me even more angrier than before, this disgusts me even further, I growled a little bit then went straight to my room, only being stopped by Chanyeol standing there, with a stupid smirk on his face, "You should have never given us the ability to be Soul Reapers, we only tricked you to being fully human like us." "I will never turn my back on what I hold dear," I said, having a low lion growl. Am I this angry to the point where I'm growling like a lion? Wait, that's my spirit animal, thanks to Asteria. Chanyeol was chuckling at this point, the 8 guys are now surrounding me with their men circling me and Renji, I smirked then asked, "Have you all forgotten?" "Huh," they said, including Renji. I said, "I only see 8 of you, I don't see Yixing Zhang anywhere." "Oh, shoot, she's right," said Baekhyun, "Where is he?" "I don't know he was here a week ago," said Sehun. Suho asked me, "What happened to him?" "He transferred his soul to the Soul Society because he wants to live his life differently from this sickening place," I said, "I think that's why my powers are gone, I think my powers went to him." "Only one way to find out," said Renji, "But first, we need to find a Soul Candy." "Even that stuff doesn't work on people who doesn't have Soul Reaper powers," I said to him, "There needs to be at least a little bit of power in someone for that to work." "Ah, you are always thinking of things like that," said Renji, "But, I meant for Natsume and Asteria, maybe they can help you get your powers back." "That's right," I said to him, "But I don't want to be in the situation Rukia was in." "Like it or not, if anyone were to notice that someone stole your powers, they would be executed, so even if Yixing had somehow taken your powers, they would've figured it out by now," said Renji. He's right though, that would mean I'm the prime suspect, Renji then looks at the guys, "Also, let's not forget about your other buddies, Kris, Luhan, and Tao, they totally switched over from what they were doing here. They love saving lives of the innocent, killing evil Hollows, and living a better life in the Soul Society." "Well, we don't want to go there," said Sehun, "We want to get to the point of you guys showing us that you surrender." "You really think that we are that DUMB?!" I snapped, hearing a yelp from Renji. Oh yeah, I'm pissed alright, these guys only took away my powers of the Soul Reaper but not my Phoenix powers, wait, that's it! I just need to focus my attention on getting my Soul powers back, I chuckled, "You still think you can outsmart someone like me? Think again, I'm much wiser than the lot of you. I may appear 20 to you guys, but in reality I'm 200 years old." That shocked everyone in the room, Renji added, "Yeah, the Soul Society is way much different than you guys blindly think." "You know what, it was a true mistake of me giving you Soul Reaper powers," I said, "Thankfully, I know someone who can help me get those back." I grabbed all 8 swords, and each one linked to each member of the EXO gang, I put them in the center of my being, hoping this would work. After all 8 have been inserted, I can't believe it worked like a charm, I got their powers drained from them, Renji said to me, "That was probably the greatest thing you have ever done." "Yeah, now that I got these 8 Zanpakutos," I said, "What do I do with them?" "Well, count 7 because look at Jongdae," he said, pointing at Chen. I asked, "What is it, Chen?" "What do I have to do to transfer my soul over to the Soul Society?" I heard him ask. I couldn't believe on what I was hearing from him, same with Renji and the others, I said, "It's not that hard, but, are you sure that you want to leave this all behind?" "I met a wonderful lady while I was over in the Soul Society," he said, "I told her that I wish I was living in the Soul Society, she told me that she would be waiting for me until I pass but I don't want her to fall for another guy." "Is that really why you want to transfer over?" I asked. He nodded, I looked at Renji, then said, "Then I'll have Renji take you to the Head Captain, while I have a certain someone to harm!" "Do it, he deserves it," said Chen, following Renji behind. I grinned at Suho and began pummeling him with everything I got, "You are not worthy of the Zanpakuto and the powers of the Soul Reaper!" "I can't believe Chen would abandon us like that," said Baekhyun. I looked at him, "You don't get it, do you? He found someone who wants him for not doing this, I saw redemption in his eyes, he hates this atmosphere. Can't say that I blame him, I and Renji, we both hate it here." "I see, that's why you refused to do any missions with us," said Kai. I told him, "That's because I have my hands filled with fighting Hollows alongside Ichigo and his friends." After all that was said and done, the problem is I only have the powers of using the other Zanpakutos, I hope my own powers return, Shadow Phoenix is probably worried about me, I got the hair pin off my hair, then she appeared, "How long will it take for you to get your powers back?" "I don't even know," I said, "Maybe a while, who knows, I hope not forever." "Yeah, Shuhei is probably more worried than I am," she said, "After all, you are officially his girlfriend." "That's it! My powers were taken away when I officially accepted the fact that me and Shuhei are together," I said, "So, Suho said that taking my powers away was Kai's idea." "Let's go into Kai's room when they go away somewhere," said Shadow Phoenix. It wasn't hard to get into Kai's room, we searched everywhere in his room, I don't see my powers anywhere. I can't believe that I'm starting to lose hope already, I started crying because my passion to fight is not here anymore, I really hate Suho right now, no I hate everyone but Yixing and Chen, they made the right choice. I went to the kitchen to make something for myself, for a change, Minseok came in, I snarled at him, he did not come near me, Kyungsoo also did not come near me, I was making myself some beef flavored ramen, something Colossal Jaguar suggested, Leviathan suggested that I should try fried rice with gravy, I told her, "One thing at a time, Leviathan." "Are you still fuming about this?" asked Leviathan, "What happened to having this a learning experience?" "I was told that I was never allowed to go to Ichigo anymore," I said to her. Jaguar growled, "Don't let them keep you away from your brother, Ichigo took you in and he gave you all the love in the world. Don't let them get to you, Akari, you must fight against on what they throw at you." "He's right, that's how you got your powers drained from you," Leviathan said. Blizzard said, "Also, take pity on Minseok and Kyungsoo, if you noticed, they are asking for a favor." "Oh yeah," I said, looked at the 2, "What do you guys want from me?" "Do you need anything from the store?" asked Minseok, very concerned about me. Same with Kyungsoo, it's like they know something that they do not want Suho to know, or they just don't want to say anything to me about my powers.