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dreamylittlesugarcube · 2 years ago

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A Sweet Hurt

Genre: Baekhyun AU, EXO AU, Fluff

Characters: Baekhyun x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2k

Summary: You belatedly tell your boyfriend, Baekyun, who is away doing his military service, that you broke your leg while falling down the stairs and he insists on taking care of you over his military break.

A/N: Another Baek request! Thank you to the Anon who requested this adorable scenario! And I am so sorry to hear that you broke your leg. ❤️ I hope this brightens your day just a little bit!☀️

~*~

“Wait, so tell me again how it happened?”, your friend Eun demanded.

It felt like you’d re-lived this story over and over, again and again, in the past few days. It had been an average day at work and your boss had asked you to bring a box of materials down to the accounting department. You’d grabbed the box of materials from the closet and started the trek down the hall to the stairs.

If only the box hadn’t been so heavy, or so large, then maybe it wouldn’t have blocked your view…then you might have seen the “wet floor” sign before you descended down the stairs. It had taken only a second before you’d found yourself sprawled on the landing to the third floor, leg throbbing in pain, unable to move from shock.

“...and then my co-worker, Jaehyun, carried me to his car and drove me to the hospital, where I got THIS,” you finished, gesturing fluidly like a game show hostess to the bulky, white cast engulfing a good portion of your leg.

“Very sexy,” Eun chuckled, before turning serious. “Hey, I’m sorry this happened to you…if you need anything, just yell and I’ll be there.”

“Thanks, Eun. The doctor said it’s been enough time that I can bear some weight on it, but I’ll still probably take you up on that offer at some point. With me living on my own, I’m sure there’ll be a lightbulb that needs changing, groceries that need to be carried….maybe a leg that needs shaving,” you returned, half-joking, half-serious.

“Speaking of living alone–have you told Baekhyun about any of this–it’s been a while since this happened, right?” Eun skillfully directed the conversation to a place you’d been striving to avoid.

“Nope–don’t give me that look, Eun–you know how he is with stuff like this.” He worried way, way too much. You smiled, remembering the time he’d insisted you call in sick to work because you’d been stung by a bee and he hadn’t wanted you to “overexert yourself”. He’d also maintained the need for copious amounts of cuddling all day under the guise of “needing to take care of his baby”.

Most importantly, you didn’t want him to worry. Your boyfriend was away completing his compulsory military service, so you weren’t able to see him that often. You kept in constant contact via phone, well, as much as you could, with Baekhyun’s busy military schedule. He sent you little things from time to time–chocolates, flowers, food deliveries–so that he knew you were well-taken care of in his absence.

Time was running out, though. Baekhyun was due for a military leave very soon and you knew you’d have to tell him before he came home to find you hobbling around on crutches with no explanation.

“You better do it soon, that’s all I’m saying,” Eun advised, taking a sip from her coffee cup.

You nodded in agreement. Tonight. You promised yourself you’d do it tonight.

~*~

It was nighttime now, you were settled on the couch, your leg elevated per the doctor’s orders, nervously counting down the minutes until your nightly phone call with Baekhyun. Usually, you were bouncing off the walls with excitement, giddy to tell him all about your day, about how much you missed him. However, today you were apprehensive, knowing he’d be worried and probably angry–or worse–hurt that you didn’t tell him about something so important.

As soon as the clock read 7:00 PM, your phone rang, Baekhyun’s name flashing on the screen.

“Hello, love,” you answered as cheerfully as you could.

“Hey, baby. How’s my sweet girl doing today?” As smooth a talker as ever. Baekhyun’s words were warm, practically dripping with honey.

“Oh, fine, I guess–”

“Something the matter?” he interjected. The man was a little too perceptive for his own good.

“No, no, no, no, everything’s totally fine,” you lied through your teeth.

“Okay–”

“So, when are you coming home?” you interjected before he could ask more questions. “I know your break is coming up soon.” Chicken. You’re a chicken.

“Soon,” he replied simply.

Since when was Baekhyun so vague? He was generally over-communicative about his breaks–when they were, for how long, etc. – so you could plan out what you wanted to do during that precious, precious time.

“What do you mean ‘soon’? When is ‘soon’?” you tried to clarify.

“Just soon” was his only response. You could hear him huffing and puffing, as though he was exerting himself, along with the pitter patter of steps echoing in an open space.

“Are you going up stairs?” you wondered aloud.

“What? No–I’m not going up stairs–why would I be doing that?”, his voice higher-pitched this time–which often happened when he tried to lie.

“Seriously, Baek, where are–” you cut off at the sound of the door. Turning your head, you were greeted with the sight of your boyfriend walking to stand in front of you, carrying the largest bouquet of roses you’d ever seen.

“Surprise, baby!” Baekhyun smiled and held out the roses to you in a dramatic gesture, still breathing slightly heavily from his trek up the stairs. His eyes traveled over your body, taking you in like a thirsty man who’d just found water. When his gaze fell on your casted leg, his smile slowly disappeared, his eyes grew wide, and he grew oh so still.

“Babe, what happened to your leg?” Baekhyun questioned, his voice unusually soft. He set the flowers down on the table, moving to run his fingers gently down the plastered material.

“Baek–I was going to tell you–tonight, actually–but then you–,” you rushed to explain. “I didn’t want you to worry….please don’t be mad,” you said, feeling guilty. You waited with bated breath for his response.

He gingerly slid onto the couch next to you, burrowing his face in your neck, arms encircling your middle.

“Love, I’m not mad, okay? I’m just worried. My sweet baby’s broken and I didn’t know about it–and I couldn’t even be here to take care of you.” He placed a delicate kiss on your neck.

You told him all about the accident, assuring him you weren’t in any pain. He pouted when he heard about your struggles to get around, declaring himself “at your service” for the duration of his time home.

The next day, you woke up keenly aware of your boyfriend’s presence. Closing your eyes, you gently rubbed his back in small circles, basking in the feeling of having him in your arms again. Placing a kiss against his chest, you nuzzled him with your cheek, calmed by the steady beat of his heart.

Slowly coming awake, he hummed softly in his throat, a lazy smile gracing his perfect features.

“Good morning, love. What should we do today?” he wondered aloud. “I am at your disposal today.” He brushed your hair from your eyes, moving to cover your mouth with his own.

Sighing with contentment, you mentioned needing some things from the store. Like an eager puppy, Baekhyun left to do your bidding, returning an hour later with the groceries and a bakery box full of delicious treats from Paris Baguette.

“Ahhh”, Baekhyun coaxed, holding up your favorite strawberry mochi doughnut for you to take a bite. Taking the bait, you sank your teeth into the soft pastry, the taste of fresh strawberries hitting you like a fresh wind.

“Mmmmm”, you hummed your approval as you chewed. “A girl could get used to this.”

“Get used to what? Staying in bed all day? Delicious doughnuts? A devilishly handsome boyfriend?” Baekhyun teased you with an ease that you’d missed in his absence.

“All of the above,” you affirmed, stretching like a cat to relieve the tension in your shoulders.

~*~

Over the next week, Baekhyun was true to his word, practically waiting on you hand and foot. Well, as much as you would let him, that is. He *attempted* to cook you food, helped you to the bathroom, plastic-wrapped your cast before a shower, and brushed your hair when you were done. “Helping his baby”, he’d said, beaming with pride.

With Baekhyun’s leave coming to a close, you grew sad at the thought of not having him around everyday. Waking up in his arms in the morning, hearing him sing to himself while attempting to fry an egg, even the way he smacked his lips when he ate, you’d miss them all. On the morning of his departure, it was your turn to be clingy–finding any and every opportunity to touch him–a hug from behind, lacing his fingers through yours, sweet eskimo kisses.

With his bag packed, Baekyun stood in the living room, taking in the space one last time before his departure. From your vantage point on the couch, you could see him fidgeting with his hands, almost looking nervous. Perhaps he was nervous about leaving you alone to fend for yourself.

Coming to stand before you, Baekhyun cleared his throat.

“Baby, this week has been so wonderful. Taking care of you this week has really made me think about how important you are in my life. I know I have to leave, but it doesn’t feel right leaving you alone to fend for yourself.”

“Baek–”, you started to interject.

“No, love, it’s my job as your boyfriend to take care of you–which is why I’ve talked to my mother–she wants you to move in with her and my dad for a while while you recover.”

“But–”

“No ‘buts’, love. I want you to have the support you need to heal. It’ll be great–you’ll get fed–you know my mom’s a great cook–and she’ll help you get around. Though she is a *bit* miffed that you didn’t mention this to her prior to this.” He gave you a pointed look with that last sentence.

“Baekhyun, that sounds lovely–but it’s not appropriate for their son’s girlfriend to be staying in their home.”

“I know, I know, it wouldn’t be appropriate for my girlfriend to be staying there, but my fiancée staying there would be an entirely different matter.”

You froze as his words, lips suddenly immobile as his words soaked in. Baekhyun fiddled with something in his pocket, pulling out a black, velvet box. Getting down on one knee, he opened the box to reveal the most gorgeous ring you’d ever seen. Heart in his eyes, he stared up at you.

“Baby, I love you so much–and I want to be your support, your protector, and your lover for the rest of my life. Marry me?”

Moving as fast as your casted leg would let you, you inelegantly threw your arms around his neck. Baekhyun steadied you, pulling you close in an intimate embrace.

“So, I’m assuming that’s a ‘yes’?”, he said, chuckling at your enthusiasm.

“Yes! A hundred times, yes!” You took his face between your hands, pulling it forward to smash your lips to his. After you both came up for air, Baekhyun slid the stunning, halo-cut ring on your finger. His hand lingered, enjoying the feel of his ring in its rightful place.

Baekhyun’s phone buzzed, indicating his ride back to base was here. You pulled him in for one more hug, memorizing his scent, hoping it would last until the next time he came home. He grabbed his bag and started towards the door, looking back to keep you in his gaze as long as possible.

“Goodbye, wife.” He grinned, clearly liking your new title.

“Goodbye, husband.” You returned his smile, heart fluttering. “What a week–doughnuts AND a proposal…and a fiancée who’s leaving me.” You jutted your lower lip out into a dramatic pout.

“My poor baby”, Baekhyun cooed, striding back to pull you in for one last hug. “Wait just a little longer, my love, then I’ll be at your service for life.”

~*~

Hello! Thank you for reading A Sweet Hurt! If you liked what you read, please consider liking, commenting and/or re-blogging so this content is easier for others to find. My requests are OPEN, so feel free to submit an ask if you have an idea! 😊

*Please note: I consulted https://www.nhs.uk/conditions/broken-leg/ for information about in order to write this story, as I am not a medical professional, nor am I knowledgeable about the treatment of broken legs. If you are in such a situation, please seek appropriate medical attention.*

XOXO, Emmy

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oohfluffy · 2 years ago

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SY Ch. 4 | DKS

Group: EXO

Member: Do Kyungsoo

Theme: Angst | Fluff | Neighbor!AU

Word Count: 4,500

chapter 4

Okay, but when will that be?

The constant clicking of keys was your background music as your mind wandered to another dimension. It was only halfway through the day, but you feel like you're already floating away from work.

You've never seen Kyungsoo in the cafe for the past few days, and you wondered when you will see him again. Will you even see him again? If not, then why did he say that you should tell him about yourself next time? When is that next time?

"I don't think scrolling across the excel file for 10 minutes will do the work, noona."

You snapped out of your reverie when you heard your hoobae tell you that. You pitifully smiled at him, meeting his teasing expression. Being caught while being absent-minded at work by a junior is so humbling.

"Thanks for the reminder, hoobae."

"A penny for your thoughts?" Hanbin raised his eyebrow at you as he leaned back on his chair. You just shook your head as you faced the computer again. Wonho wasn't around for a meeting, which left just you and Hanbin on the same side of the cubicles. "A guy problem, huh? Is it this cafe guy?"

"Shush." You shut him up as he laughed.

"You've got a crush on him."

"I don't."

"I've met a lot of girls, and your expression says otherwise. I know that face." He smiled smugly, his chair almost completely facing you. "My girlfriend also told me before that she didn't like me, but look at her now, so in love with me as I am with her."

"No need to flex right on my face, young one." You rolled your eyes at him while shaking your head. He leaned on his palm as he looked at you with a teasing smile. "I was just wondering if…" You fiddled with your mouse, fingers slowing down on the surface of the keyboard. "I'll be seeing him around the neighborhood."

"Hmm, maybe? You said the old lady at your laundry knows him, right? He must be living nearby then."

Hanbin has a point, but you still haven't seen him around even when you were taking walks on the weekend.

Let's drown ourselves with work then. I need him out of my mind. Let's go, go, go.

You had lunch as quick as you can, too preoccupied with the work you had pending for today. Your friends just shrugged your rush as they watched you walk away with a glint of determination in your eyes. As soon as you sat back on your chair, you pulled up the tabs of excel as you took out the papers by your drawer.

You don't have any deadlines for today, but you felt like you could do the work due the next day.

Mind full of numbers, data, and analyses, you didn't even realize that it was already time to go home. You were still motivated to finish everything, not wanting to cut the momentum. Your eyebrows furrowed as you stared at the screen of your computer, fingers not stopping their movements as you input data within the sheet.

"It's past 5pm already, Ms. Nam. I think that could wait for another day."

You almost cursed as you typed the wrong number. You looked up at the guy who disturbed you. He was smiling as you felt the ache on your wrists. It was indeed a long time since you looked around. There were only two other people in the office excluding the two of you.

"I'm almost finished, Wonho. You can go ahead." You said before glancing at your watch.

"I don't know why you're pushing yourself harder today, but if you're just doing this to keep your mind off of a problem, it's going to be temporary. You'll just think about it again at home, and you won't get enough sleep." Wonho leaned his arm on your cubicle divider. You just sighed as you thought he was right. "Let's just go home, man."

You hesitated as you looked back at your screen. You clicked your tongue before saving all your progress, rolling your eyes as you heard Wonho say yes. As soon as you turned off your computer, you took off your coat from the chair and grabbed your bag. Wonho said goodbye to your remaining co-workers being the office's congenial man.

"Coffee?" He said as you stepped outside the building. Your mind instantly wandered to the possibility that Kyungsoo might be there. Wonho chuckled as he saw your eyes going in the direction where the cafe was. "Okay then. You look like you really wanted to see that guy, huh?"

"I-I haven't even said anything!" Your cheeks flushed as you looked away from the cafe, but Wonho was already walking towards it. "Y-Yah, Wonho-ah!"

"Come on, Eunjoo. I think I can see the guy from here."

Let's just say that your feet led you to the cafe without you knowing.

As soon as you entered the cafe, you were in another dimension. The door closed behind you, muting the sounds from the busy street. The smell of coffee and bread with the lovely classical music softly caressing your ears were a delight to your exhausted self from work.

"That him?" You heard Wonho whisper as you both walked to the counter. Your eyes met with Kyungsoo's as you got near. He was talking to this woman, who was obviously chatting her way as she ordered, while he tapped on the screen in front of him. You were about to wave at him when he looked away and glanced at the woman instead. You lowered your hand, ears reddening in embarrassment.

That would have been really embarrassing, Eunjoo!

"What do you want?" You blinked several times before looking at Wonho. He was raising his eyebrows at you, quite concerned about your mental state. You didn't even notice that it was already your turn to order. "Eunjoo-ah?"

"U-Uh, I'll get whatever you ordered then." You glanced at Kyungsoo, who was intently looking at you. You instantly looked back at Wonho, not finding enough courage to stare back at the man behind the counter.

"Then two of those, please." Wonho smiled at Kyungsoo.

"Alright, sir." Kyungsoo replied with his gentle voice, making you turn to him again. It felt like a long time since you heard him. What luck should you have to be able to hear him everyday talk in your ears? His eyes darted to you all of a sudden as if hearing your thoughts.

This time, you didn't look away.

You almost missed how his eyes squinted and how his lips curved. You were ready to drop dead—

"Eunjoo?"

You were brought back to reality when Wonho tugged your arm. You didn't even know that he was already done ordering! You mumbled an apology to the next customer before walking in haste with Wonho behind you, who was obviously trying not to laugh. You chose the usual spot where you sit, taking the seat that faces away from the counter.

"He's probably thinking that I'm crazy about him now." You said as Wonho took a seat in front of you, grinning at the sight of you blushing like a teenage girl. "Oh gosh, I can't go back here now!"

"Stop it. It's normal for people to be absent-minded at times, you know? Maybe you were just too tired from work that your senses weren't working well already—"

"I was obviously staring at him!"

"It's like your recharging yourself with a wonderful sight—"

"You're not helping!" You laughed at his excuse, making you feel a bit better. Wonho smiled as he noticed your shoulders loosening up. "Well, I-I don't think he noticed at all. He stares at a lot of people here, even the woman before us. It's not that obvious if I did that to him as well, right?"

"Uhuh."

"Your orders, sir." You almost bit your tongue when you heard his voice right behind you. Wonho was just politely smiling at Kyungsoo as he received the plates with cheesecakes. "Eunjoo-ssi."

"Oh, you know Eunjoo?" Wonho played innocent as he took a sip of his iced americano. Kyungsoo placed the familiar bowl with cookies beside your plate, instantly bringing a smile to your face. Wonho's eyebrows raised as he saw that, lips twitching to tease you.

Your disappointment of not seeing him for days and your embarrassment from earlier were wiped out just with a bowl of cookies.

"She's regular here, and…" Kyungsoo looked at you. His eyes are so beautiful that you would not get tired looking into them. "...we're friends."

"Y-Yeah, we are!" You suddenly blurted as you saw Wonho nodding as if nonchalant, but you can see his mind going elsewhere. "T-Thanks for these freebies again, Kyungsoo-ssi. I'd eat them well."

"Do enjoy." He smiled at you before turning back and walking to the counter again. You breathed out with a satisfied smile before taking a cookie from the bowl. You took a bite and your eyes closed at the right sweetness and saltiness of the snack.

"Wah, you're really enjoying just as he said."

"Ugh shut up." You rolled your eyes at your friend.

"He seems nice. He has this aura that will make you feel comfortable and warm inside." Wonho gestured his hands around before forking on his cheesecake. You nodded enthusiastically as you munched on your cookie. "The customers also seem to be fond of him."

"Well, not only is his personality swoonable, but he's obviously handsome. I get why people are fond of him." You shrugged as you took a bite of the cheesecake.

"Hmm, I think this guy likes you."

You coughed as you looked back at Wonho, who was nodding to himself as he stared somewhere. You glanced at where he was looking and saw Kyungsoo behind the counter, not as the cashier but as the barista this time.

"W-Why? What made you say that? I know we are friends, but lying to me for the sake of—"

"He delivered our orders." He answered as if it was the obvious answer. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"He always does that with others like the older customers and children. I don't see why…" Your voice lowered as your lips pouted a bit, thinking that you might be more special than you thought. You slightly curved your lips as you sipped on your iced coffee.

"Oh, oh look at this woman." Wonho chuckled at the sight of you suddenly getting shy. "He might be doing the serving all the time for the people he likes. He got back behind the counter as soon as he served our orders. Well, it's bad to keep your hopes up, maybe not?"

"You really just cheered me up just to bring me down, huh?" You tsked at your friend as he shrugged at you while munching on his cheesecake. "I'll figure it out somehow when we get to talk again, but he's always working and I haven't seen him at the laundry shop again." You mumbled as you took another cookie from the bowl.

You were about to take the cookie into your mouth when you saw a little pink paper further inside the bowl. Your eyes widened as you instantly ate the cookie before getting the paper. Wonho was texting at the moment, his eyes squinting in concentration, so he didn't notice you reading the little paper in your hand.

I've been all around working, so I haven't seen you. I'd like to invite you to dinner. My shift ends in a bit. I know the perfect place for this cold weather. My treat, of course. - Kyungsoo (010-XXX-XXX)

You quickly took the note inside your pocket and glanced at the counter as casually as possible. Kyungsoo was busy cleaning up the counter, focusing on the smallest dirt that he could find on the corners. His lips were slightly pouting as his eyes were full in concentration.

So hardworking.

"I got a message from my uncle. I'm needed at the meeting he's having with the partner company. I was gonna go home, ah shit." Wonho said with a frown before emptying his plate.

"You can go. I can go home by myself."

"I know you can." He nodded as he looked at his watch. "Let's finish up then, so it won't get too late."

"Uhm, I'd like to stay for a while. You can go ahead." You smiled. He looked at you with a questioning gaze before glancing at the counter. "Yeah, I won't stay long outside so don't worry."

"Hmm okay. Just message me when you get home."

—

It was a few minutes before 6 in the evening.

You went to the bathroom to freshen up and check your emails. Your eyebrows furrowed when you saw a message from your sister. She doesn't really text or call you unless she wants something. At first, you were really looking forward to her messages because you feel lonely sometimes being away from your family, but then it gets a bit tiring hearing just requests and demands from her.

I want we-miss-you and take-care messages too.

You didn't click on the message and decided to open it once you got home. After washing your hands and checking your face, you left the bathroom to go back to your seat. You saw Kyungsoo already talking to his coworker before leaving the counter and going to the back door.

"Maybe he's done already." You mumbled as you decided to wait outside. You already saved his number on your phone, so you texted him that you would be waiting outside. Walking to the door, you realized that you would be really meeting with Kyungsoo outside of work hours and not just coincidentally.

When you got outside, the city lights were dazzling to see along with the buzzing of people and the night sky. It was chilly, making you grip your coat closer to you. You watched as the cars passed by you, people conversing as they walked on the sidewalk, the smoke coming from some vendor stalls right across the street, and—

"Eunjoo-ssi. Sorry for making you wait."

You looked at the casual dressed man right beside you. His hair was a bit messy while his shirt was a bit crumpled as if he was rushing to get ready and out of work.

He still looks cute though.

"N-No, it's fine. I enjoyed the freebies anyway." You chuckled as you tapped on your stomach. "So, where's this perfect place you were talking about?"

He brightly grinned as you mentioned it. He gestured for you to follow him.

"You won't regret coming with me, Eunjoo-ssi. It's nearby, let's go." He said as he moved to the side of the pathwalk where the road was.

You walked side by side, arms touching a bit from time to time as you admired his side view. The silence between the two of you was a bit awkward, but nothing felt more comfortable being beside him. He really exudes that aura that makes you feel warm and safe. In contrast to your observant and alert self, you didn't even realize that you've arrived at your destination.

"We're here, Eunjoo-ssi." Kyungsoo said as he looked at you, who just got to see where he brought you. "I don't know if this is the kind of place that you were expecting, but the food here is like no other."

"It looks really homey here, I like it." You said as he led you inside the cabin-like restaurant. It wasn't that big, only a few tables and a counter near the kitchen, which can be seen from the entrance. Although small, there were a lot of happy people talking with sizzling food on their table. There was music in the background, but it was not too loud to overpower the conversations in between people.

The decor was not extravagant and just minimal, while their lights were warm but energizing in the eyes. Traditional patterns were also on the walls, so they must be serving local food here.

Must have warm soup, kimchi, mandu, and—

"Oh, Soo-ah! You're here!" The old man with an apron came out from the kitchen, smiling big as soon as he saw Kyungsoo. He welcomed him with a pat on his shoulder before looking at you. "Wohoho, you brought a girl with you this time, huh? Finally found the one?"

"Ahjussi, stop that. She's a friend of mine. I'm shamelessly advertising your restaurant here, please." Kyungsoo waved off the old man's teasing while your ears reddenned. You just smiled at him as you bowed a bit in greeting.

"Hehehe, please do take a seat. I'll serve you the best of our menu, oh, but that will be everything on the menu though?" The old man laughed as he gestured to the empty two-seater table nearby. You chuckled while Kyungsoo pulled the chair for you.

"Then let's get small portions of each on the menu. That okay, Eunjoo-ssi?" Kyungsoo smiled at you as you sat down. You were surprised that you'll get everything as the uncle said.

"Would that be okay? I mean, wouldn't that be too many for us? And that will cost you a lot too." You panicked as you looked at the prices on the menu. The prices were reasonable enough, but addinh everything here is a bit costly.

Isn't he having trouble making ends meet? Isn't that why he takes so many part time jobs? I don't think I should make him pay after all!

"I-I'll just take the kimbap and mandu, please." You saw Kyungsoo glance at the cook, who just nodded at him. "A bottled water will do too."

"Okay then. You heard her, ahjussi. Thank you." He said before taking a seat in front of you. He placed his bag under the table, getting comfortable on his seat.

"I see that you're a regular here, Kyungsoo-ssi." You looked around the place and observed the interior more. "I didn't even know it was near the business street. I guess I didn't really explore that much around the district."

"Well, I started working at the cafe just half a year ago. I was always all over the place when I moved to the city." He narrated while placing the utensils near you and the seasonings as if it was a habit. "I had a really tiring day, and I wanted to treat myself for doing a good job for the day. But everything was expensive in the business street and I was trying hard to save up, so I walked all around the place and…" He gestured his hand to the entrance. "I found this place. They were having a buy one take one promo on that day, and it was the last day. I could smell the beef and tteokbokki from the outside. The cost was also worth it, I didn't go home disappointed."

You were smiling as he was showing different expressions as he told his story. You couldn't have imagined that he could make those faces. The Kyungsoo that you have just seen was a smiling and polite one, but this one, you really didn't regret coming with him tonight.

"B-But I didn't invite you here because I'm trying to save money! I was just thrilled to let you experience and taste the food here. The food is not only good, but it's not that expensive so it's a win-win thing." He said in haste while you giggled at how he was struggling to say the words. "And…" His voice lowered a bit, making you calm down before your heart pounded faster again.

"I don't just bring strangers over, okay? I was happy to invite you and share this place with you."

"Here are your orders, Eunjoo-ssi, Kyungsoo-ah." The old man served the bowls of kimbap and kimchi with a smile on his face. You didn't get to talk as Kyungsoo instantly helped him bring the tray over to your table. Your cheeks would have fallen off with how huge your smile was.

"It smells really good, ahjussi. Thank you." You commented as you looked at your bowl. You thought that he was done serving your table when he took another tray full of other small portions of each in the menu. "Oh, I don't think we ordered—"

"Thank you, ahjussi. They look amazing as usual." Kyungsoo cut you off as he helped the old man place the bowls and plates on your small table. "We'll eat them well!"

"You better." The old man smiled at him before looking at you. "Enjoy the food, Eunjoo-ssi. I made them with all my heart! Finish everything, okay?"

You glanced at Kyungsoo who was preparing the utensils from the container that you'll be using, wiping them with tissue before placing them on the side of your bowl.

"I'll eat them with all my heart as well, ahjussi."

"We'll eat well." Kyungsoo said before looking up at you, his gentle eyes sparkling under the warm light. "I hope you like it, Eunjoo-ssi. This one is really my favorite."

I don't think it's a bad idea to fall and keep my hopes up, Wonho-ah. Ah, I'm getting in trouble.

"It's really warm." You smiled as you put your hands together. Kyungsoo hummed while placing side dishes in your bowl without a word.

Somehow, it felt like you could get used to this.

The buzzing you felt on your pocket pulled you out of your thoughts. You glanced at Kyungsoo who was enjoying his meal, and hesitated to touch your phone in your pocket. It was on silent, but it kept buzzing.

"Kyungsoo-ssi, is there a bathroom here? I think I need to go."

"Oh, right that way." His eyes looked over beside the kitchen where a hallway was at. "Just take a turn and you'll see the door sign."

You quickly stood up and said excuse to go to the bathroom. He looked a bit concerned with your uncomfortable expression, but didn't ask. As soon as you got inside the bathroom, you took out your phone and saw your sister calling. You answered the call before you even get to think about the reason why she is calling.

Probably going to ask me to buy her a new dress for an event.

"Eunae-ah." You greeted her.

"Unnie! I've been calling you for hours! We're at the hospital, mom's in the emergency room! We need money! I-I don't know what else to do. D-Dad's not around." Eunae's trembling voice rang through your ears, surprising you with a panicked voice and not the usual demanding one.

"H-Hospital? What-what happened to mom?" Your legs almost gave up, but your other hand gripped on the sink. You could hear your younger sister's sobs while explaining what happened.

"I just got home from school when I heard dad and mom fighting. T-There's something about having another woman and-and mom was freaking out, and then I heard a thud from upstairs. I was scared to even go up, and I didn't want to see them fight." Eunae's voice was unstable, stuttering. Your eyes teared up as you imagined how hard it was for her to witness such a thing. "I just found mom struggling to stand up when dad left. I figured that d-dad might have hit her. She just passed out right after."

You let out a frustrated breath as you looked up at the ceiling. You thought that your parents' relationship got better when you left home, but you didn't expect that they would do this with their daughter around. Eunae didn't deserve that. You wiped your cheeks which were stained with tears.

"Eunae-ah, calm down, okay? Your sister will solve this. I want you to stay focused on getting mom feel better, and be strong. I know it might be hard after that, but you don't have any choice but to do so." You swallowed the lump on your throat. "I'd be sending money later, don't worry. I trust that you'll help mom manage the funds. Comfort mom, okay? Tell her that you're with her all the time, and that you'll help her around the house. D-Don't order her around."

"I-I understand, unnie. I will do that." You could hear her sigh in relief.

"Did she have many bruises? What's her state now?" You were nervous as you asked her the details. You love your mom although most of the time she was very demanding and selfish, but you know that it was rooted somewhere within her experiences. You just love her without judging her, the same with your sister and father.

"She's stable. The doctor said she must have been under so much stress and exhaustion. Her arms got a bit of bruises, and her cheeks were swollen. I didn't even notice that…" Eunae cried.

"I-It's a relief she's stable now…"

Before you could even speak more, a knock interrupted you.

"Eunjoo-ssi, you okay there? You've been inside for a bit." You heard Kyungsoo's worried voice behind the door. You instantly pulled yourself together before replying.

"I-I'm okay, I'll be out in a second. Sorry."

"Okay." He said in a hesitant voice before you heard him walk away. You sighed before going back to your call.

"Eunae-ah, I'll go back home this weekend. Hold on a bit, okay? It's going to be fine."

Going back home was a delight for you before, but now, you don't know what to feel anymore. After a bit more of reassuring and comforting your sister, you said your goodbye before Kyungsoo got more concerned. You got out of the bathroom and saw him almost standing up again. When he saw you, he sat back again.

"I'm sorry for worrying you, Kyungsoo-ssi. I got a call from my younger sister, so it took a while." You forced a smile at him when you sat back down, trying to make it a light matter. But Kyungsoo must be a mind reader as he looked into your eyes.

"I understand. Everything fine with her?"

"W-Well, I suppose it's fine for now. I'll be going back home for a while. I need to check up on them." You nodded to yourself, avoiding sharing unnecessary personal issues. "I miss my family too, you know."

Kyungsoo just hummed in reply, but his gestures were comforting already. He placed a warmed up soup beside your bowl, and placed the freshly cooked mandu near you. You wouldn't have thought that deeply about it, but being in a very emotional state, you noticed how much he was being considerate to you tonight. You smiled.

"Thank you, Kyungsoo-ah."

His eyes widened at your tone. Your voice was so soft that he might have not heard it if he wasn't focused on you enough. His eyes stared into your tearing up ones, breath almost stopping with your sad eyes.

Once again, you made his chest tighten as if you had his heart in your hands.

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A/N:

As promised, I'm updating a day earlier (supposed to be updating on Friday) because I had a break for this day and my mind was in its creative state to write! Striking the iron while it's hot! I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and I'll be back for more soon too. Please do wait patiently for this author! 😭❤️

I miss you all, and I hope you are in good health always! :>

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𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐊ᵃ𝐫𝐦𝐚 [ Season 3 ]

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

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

Now Part 1 !! || —> Next Part 2.

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“I thought I told you to stay on the low and leave the country.”

He said growing tired of these mind games, watching the smirking man, move his hands lighting a lit up match stick to light the end of his cigarette. Man pushing the cigarette forward to him, as a sign of gesture if he wants one.

He paused, fake pouting. “Ah, wait I forgot. You stopped smoking.” He sees the eye rolls, “relax. No one will suspect me. Or are you scared that she will find out who I am.”

“I don’t want her name to come out your lips or else you’re dead.”

He laughs a little. “Oh no, ooze a little chill pill please. I’ll make sure she won’t suspect me.”

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Papers flipping side by side, between the small fingerprints planting on it, the tired-stressed out woman trying the best to train stress-free as she drank the fifteenth coffee of the day. The soft rounded features tense up, eyebrows frowning at each word underlining it.

Lips puckering out in a downside frown, the skin glossing with sweat. The collar shirt loosen by three buttons, ruffed up sleeves rolling upwards, the shoes off leaving her to walk around in white socks.

Anyone could tell it was a rough night for the journalist, Park Areum.

“Don’t you think you’re overdoing it, Miss Park?” The man entering the office unannounced, wearing the black hair gell-style upwards, a blue office shirt with a black loose tie hanging downwards with loose buttons and wearing black trousers. Areum already looking up the moment her door flash closed, she gives a tired smile rubbing the eyes, leaning the back to slant on the chair and push herself away from the table. “Ah, Mark. What about you? Shouldn’t you be home at least, you pulled three Fortnights.”

Mark clicks the tongue between teeth, whistling when he closes the metallic file cupboard, clinking it shut. He turns to Areum with a scolding expression. “I can afford pulling three nights here because i’m single and without children.”

Areum smirks at the smart response, where he pulled the parent card. She sighs, closing the file. “If you say it like that I can’t argue with you.” He heard the woman admit, him humming. “As you should, i’ll clean your office up for you. So please rest and go home. It’s almost ten at night.” Mark points out.

Their gaze was broken, Mark’s words interrupting by a ringing phone on the desk, vibrating loudly. Areum’s ears twitching knowing who it is, she reaches for the device pressing answer.

Mark makes hand gestures that he will leave, Areum nodding. She answers the open once her co-worker was no longer in the office. “Hey, what you doing?” Areum strays first, causing the man on the line to chuckle slightly.

The man on the other side of the line calling her, was lounging by the couch between two sleeping children on his body using it as their own personal-brand out bed. Minjae curling by the right side, holding his body like a pillow. The little boy wrapped it’s small legs around those large meaty thighs Jeno has. Nayoung on the other hand was on top of Jeno, sleeping on his stomach.

“I should be asking you that.” Jeno whispers into the phone, as he glances down to his children, letting their heads softly in the sleep. “Will you come home today? The kids tried to stay up waiting for you to come home, but passed out eventually.”

Hearing this, Areum felt the chest tighten. The image of the children waiting so patiently and longing for their mother to come home early so they could see her, it pains her to say that sometimes she wishes they wouldn’t wait for her. But somehow, those same kids understand and never hold a grudge against her or Jeno in anyway. Areum looks across the dark office, as her silence was extended.

“I’m coming home, i’ll help put the kids to bed. Give me twenty minutes.” Areum said ending the call on the phone, standing up as she grabs the jacket. The office door swinging open as Areum left, Mark seeing her leave her bids goodbye.

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The drive ends quickly knowing it was rushed. Areum made sure to park her black expensive car in front of their house. The family home was traditional but also modern, it had a garage containing Jeno’s car also has its parking in front of the house where Areum keeps her own car. A balcony in the master bedroom with a suite, two floors. An attic, three other bedrooms, one was a shared bedroom by the children. The two bedrooms were guest rooms.

It had a front yard and back garden, large living room and kitchen. Two bathrooms, one downstairs and upstairs. It was everything to keep their family contained and happy.

Areum worked herself off to buy this house, in fact Jeno said he would buy it but she told him it would feel much more worthy if she works for it. And she did, she worked for it. He was proud of her for being a hard worker, but really he could’ve paid for it. Instead, she told him to buy her a car.

The house jitters open widely, keys jangle in her palm to lock it shut. Down the dim-orange light hallway, shoes were off, Areum turns to the left open living room. The eyes travelling down to the half-asleep man, hugging the two children who slept soundly.

“I even told him to stay awake for me.” Areum mentions with a soft sigh. The wife’s eyes soften at the sight, feeling the unconscious uncontrolled smile painting on the face. The body cowering over the sleeping man, legs bending forward, a hand lightly tapping his face.

The man’s eyes flutter open halfway, a blur vision of his wife’s face came into view. Jeno carefully thought that she’s arrived way too early than he’s imagined. He starts to slowly sit up, gently yawning. “You’re back, sorry i fell asleep.”

She takes the sleeping boy on the side who has escaped Jeno’s arms. “It’s alright, let’s put them to bed.” Areum holding the boy on the side of her hips. Jeno cradles Nayoung like a princess held by a knight. The two parents make their way upstairs very slowly, maintaining a stable way so the children don’t wake up.

Minjae was a light sleeper and always has been, Areum was the same way. On the other hand, Nayoung and Jeno were heavy sleepers who could sleep through anything.

Entering the children bedroom, the darkness hovers the room like a blanket. The man puts the little girl on the cold bed softly, she turns around on the side urgently, the moment she was put into bed. He smiles at her, leans down to kiss the forehead as he pulls the blanket over her.

Areum shifts Minjae on the bed as she tucks him in the blanket duvet, her hands softly move the black bangs covering his eyes on the side, where she kisses the boy’s cheek.

Jeno moves towards Minjae’s bed where he also gives a kiss on the forehead and Areum moving to Nayoung’s bed, where she plants a kiss onto her cheek. These two finish their turns, leaving the bedroom quietly with their tiptoes.

“Coffee?” Jeno tucks hands on the front sweatpants, watching Areum standing on the side. She gives him a soft smile, but those eyes scream mischief to him. “I’m fine, i had coffee earlier. I might not be able to sleep for a bit.” Areum admits and he hums, going down the stairs. The moment he was about to go down, a hand stops him by the elbow. “Jeno.” She tells urgently.

He looks down at the smaller hand holding him tight, turning slowly to facd Areum now. “You should go to bed, you are tired. I can see it on your face.” She said, worrying was her middle name at this point. Jeno gives a small smirk walking back upstairs, pulling Areum’s hand forward. Areum falling forward into his chest embrace, felt the way his long muscular hands wrap around her back, almost squeezing so tight she felt the own spinal cord. The man moves the chin on top of her head, resting there. “You should worry about yourself, I’ll go to bed only when you’re in bed.”

The ears ring at the tone he’s using, Areum moves her face to look at Jeno. She gives him a small smirk back. “Only if you join me to bed.”

Jeno kisses the edge of his teeth, letting go off his wife as he looks right back at her,.

“How can i ever say no to you?” Jeno responds quietly, knowing every inch in his body that Areum is his softest spot. “You can’t, you spoil me the most.” Areum gently smiles.

He hears Areum Awh-ing and cooing at the sight as her hand moves to his head, she runs through the soft brushed up hair. Jeno felt his heart race watching down Areum. She tip toes slightly, pulling Jeno down by the shirt where she smashes her lips onto his.

Obeying at the sweet-loving action from his wife, Areum made sure to wrap arms around the neckline, she jumps up so that the thighs wrap around the waistline; Jeno carries on the signal walking to their master bedroom with his hands resting right under the waistline. Their bodies threw each other on the bed, as their doors slowly shut.

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The thin line passing by the flowing curtains moving by the slow morning air, woke up the small girl on the bed, stuffed by the side with a unicorn plushie that she sleeps with everyday. The lips part, small yawn heard as Nayoung gets up.

She gentle runs up to the bed in front belonging to her sleeping brother. Nayoung taps him to wake up, “Minjae wake up.” She whispers. “I think mama came back home last night.”

Minjae slowly lifts himself up, rubbing the eyes open. He murmurs under the breath, slowly standing up from bed. “I think so too.”

Nayoung held Minjae’s hands dragging the half asleep boy to the master-bedroom. She opens the door gently, the door creaking loudly. Minjae sneaks around with his sister, climbing the high level bed.

When the children eyes saw Areum, they lit up immensely with happiness. Both of them crawling under the covers of their mother side by side.

Jeno was completely unaware, but Areum felt every single movement when the children have climb up from the bed and under the covers. She opens eyes, met with her wide awake children.

“Morning pumpkins.” Areum whispers quietly, Nayoung joyfully speaking. “Morning Mommy, you came back home last night didn’t you?”

Minjae murmurs. “Did you not come home because of work again?”

Areum blinks at those fast approaching questions all at once, with a soft laugh she pulls them into a hug. “I’m afraid yes.” She replies with a grin.

Nayoung whispers to Areum. “Dad and Minjae were both sulking two days ago because you didn’t come home at all.”

Areum pretends to gasp acting shocked, turning to Minjae who is pouting. She brings Minjae into a warm embrace giving him many kisses on his soft hair. “Oh no baby do you miss me this much when I’m not here?”

Nayoung smiles watching Minjae melt in his mothers gaze, they saw him shake his head stubbornly. The little boy was known for being shy about showing his emotions to most people, but everyone knows how compassionate he actually is. The tiny girl crawls on the empty side next to Jeno who was sleeping, completely unaware of their existence right now.

She whispers to her daughter and son, “Your dad is tired how about we let him sleep and I make breakfast downstairs?” The children nod in agreement, Areum standing up and walking out of the bedroom with her pyjama shorts and tank top.

Nayoung walks out, she was wearing the pink unicorn pyjamas shirt and bottoms. While Minjae wore the black marvel pyjamas shirt and bottoms. The children walk down the stairs, joining the kitchen calmly as they watch their mother start to cook breakfast.

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”Mum you have to come home early today.” Minjae orders, as he chew on the waffles. Nayoung giggles. “You’re a mummy boy.” She throws.

Areum smiles turning around as she bites into the red apple in her hand. “I’ll try but I can’t promise that, Minjae. Your dad is going to work too, but guess who is coming to look after you?” The woman curls on their side in the middle, Minjae slightly gasping.

“It’s uncle Chan.” Areum heard the little boy say with all his might, she gives him a proud nod. Nayoung on the other hand pouts. “I was hoping it was Uncle Jisung.”

“Awh Nayoung, you can always call Uncle whenever you want.” Areum tells the little girl who huffs. “It’s not the same unlike when you see him.” Nayoung said. Minjae smiles ear to ear, he was satisfied.

Nayoung likes Haechan, but if she has to prefer one, it would be Jisung. Minjae has always preferred Haechan because he just did, nevertheless, Minjae does like Jisung too. But just like his sister, if he has to pick a favourite you’d already know the answer.

“How about this, tomorrow i’ll bring you to Jisung’s house okay? You can spend the entire day with him that way.”

Nayoung’s lips falter into a wide grin, giggling. “Really? Mum I would love that so much!” Areum humming. “I know right, that way you can see Mina too.”

“Auntie Mina is the best.” Minjae would say. “Mina always makes my hair.” Nayoung boosts as she plays with the hem of the hair strands.

The door on the knock brings Areum to break away from the conversation. Leaving the children talking amongst themselves, she walks out the kitchen. Down the hallway, reaching the doorknob, Areum opens it. The man with low fluffy black hair, tan skin covering by freckle moles; he wore a black leather jacket, white shirt and trousers. He took the shoes off as he steps inside.

“Surprise black-eye bags!” Haechan sneers with a low laughter. Areum puts in a front, slapping the guy’s shoulder as he pushes through making himself at home in the house. Slamming the door shut. “Morning to you too, Asshole.” Areum scowls unamused, walking to the kitchen.

Not so Surprising, Haechan was already surrounded by the children. Areum shakes the head, why did it feel like has three children now instead of two?

“Uncle Chan, when did you pierce your ears?” Minjae plays with the earrings finding them absolutely fascinating, it was only a small black cross, but Minjae found the style completely cool. Haechan rubs the ears, he spoke. “I think maybe a month ago. Do you like it Minjae-ah?” Haechan said babying the adorable introverted child sitting next to him.

Nayoung jumps on top of Haechan, climbing up his back as she held hands in around the man’s neck. Haechan panics keeping balance as soon as possible, stuttering out. “Ahhh N-Nayoung careful, I’m not built like Jeno.—“

He most definitely was not built like his boss, he lacks slight large muscles in his body, possibly the snatched waist too. Nayoung was used to being carried with ease, but Haechan’s body can only do so much.

Areum quietly goes to the kitchen to say goodbye as the woman puts on the long leather handbag strand by the shoulder . The boy with soft fluffy curls running up to his mother first, kissing her cheek goodbye. Haechan turning around as he holds Nayoung on his back, the girl waving goodbye and then blows a kiss.

“Bye bye mummy!” The girl shouts. Haechan giggling as he was sweating already. Parenting was no joke, he swore this burns more calories off than the mafia work he’s been given. Areum grins. “Bye bye kiddos, I’ll be back soon.”

Haechan sighs out. “You better promise me that because I have a social battery that runs out.” The boy exclaims and Areum scoffs. “I’m not pulling all-nighters anymore, relax. Just call me if you need help with anything, or just wake up Jeno.”

The boy shakes his head as he trembled with shivers at the thought of waking up Jeno. Waking up such a man is like wishing for death to come and collect you. Haechan let’s out a deep strand of no’s. “I think I’ll stick to calling you bestie.”

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Cars beeping by the massive traffics outside the building echoes through the brick walls, reckoning the busy journalism workplace; co-workers and colleagues running about in their busy zone, none breaking contact from the massive files and cases that each hundred workers are doing sitting by the desk, some running to the printers in a rush.

On the other hand, Areum would be surrounded by a fidgety-anxious ball of stress Mark Lee, her one and only assistant who no longer goes by the rank Intern. Over the years, the older man with jet black fluffy hair and a fancy blue navy suit goes by the rank ‘Deputy Journalist.’

Who could believe it right? The shy newbie Mark Lee now was this fancy man with an important powerful role. Mr Ahn himself couldn’t believe it yet he gave him such title.

Areum glares at Mark with scolding gaze, shaking her head as she taps away from the computer, nit-picking at the man. “Yah, Mark Lee what’s wrong with you?”

“Mr Ahn’s going to kill me.” Mark beams rushing to the wooden desk in front of Areum. “What?” Woman lets out in confusion.

He lets out a blustery of cries. “I might or not have sat on his plant and killed it accidentally at lunch.” He sees the woman’s face turn from blank straight to an expression where eyes pop out the sockets, lips fell apart shattering as her body stands up grabbing Mark by his tie.

“Yah! Are you asking to get fired? Mark Lee, where did you hide the evidence?” Areum spills, the woman walking out of the desk as she joins the panicking man on the side. “I actually hide it in your office…”

The news brings the woman to judge him endlessly, he slowly points the hand at the free cupboard on the corner of the room, opening it where it shows the plant broken, crushed and floppy with the leaves breaking like fossils. A gasp exits Areum, covering the dropped lips with both hands.

You’d think these two were dramatic but it wasn’t any different from murder to Mr Ahn. The previous newbies have been fired because their angry boss threw a fit, panic attack as well as all five stages of grief. He’s the true epitome of Plant Mom. Mark was not any different to newbies, he will fire him.

Mark mutters quietly, “what will we do Miss Park..?” He grabs a hold of Areum’s hands as he slowly eyes her with pleading eyes. The woman looks at the man with a sad yet disappointing expression, tugging Mark away. “Argh I’m not an accomplice, i’ll hide the evidence away after work okay?” She tells him, Mark immediately sighing of relief.

The two turn around as a door came swinging open, the deputy quick to close the door hiding the horrible murderous evidence of their scheme. Mr Ahn shows up as he eyes Areum with a bright smile. “My Areum! My treasure!” He praises quickly going to hug Areum. The woman awkwardly returns the warm affectionate from her boss, seemingly knowing that she probably did amazing on the case studies— Otherwise Mr Ahn wouldn’t of been so affectionate.

“You did excellent on your article, we totally took down the scamming pharmacy! The twenty victim families are congratulating you so well online.” Mr Ahn explains and Areum smiles a little. “I see Sir that’s great—“ He slowly puts a finger inches away from the lips. Silencing the woman. “I have more news.”

Areum and Mark listen in, nodding. Mr Ahn’s hands roleplaying out a few drum rolls with his lips creating a beatbox of noises. “Annnndd! The SKN will be talking about the article on the news tonight! Prepare to see yourself on the tv, Park Areum!”

Mark goes shock, watching Areum side by side as he goes to hug the woman. Mr Ahn leaping in as well. Areum laughing a bit, shocked to hear such amazing news. “I’m going to be on the news?” She croaks still processing the entire situation that her boss told.

Mr Ahn nods, he shifts to Mark letting go off the hug with the three separate from their bodies. “Actually, where is Karina, I told her to bring the new case I found for you.” Ahn glares around, speaking of the devil a younger female rushes in, panting heavy.

The pale woman with purple ish highlights on the black onyx hair comes in, handing the yellow-ish white files with a large red number case IMPORTANT. Karina murmuring soft sighs “here sir.” Mr Ahn hums taking it, “a little late Intern.” He scolds.

Karina nods taking the critical as she sits up straight, Watching Areum. “Congrats on your recent case.” The younger girl cheers, Areum smiling back. “Thank you Karina-ah, what’s the case about Sir?” Areum said turning to Mr Ahn.

Mark came first peeking by the boss shoulder, all curious and sneaky. The younger male gasps aloud. “Car Crash? Why would Miss Park investigate a car crash from so long ago?” Mark ponders, Mr Ahn glaring at Mark as he hits the flat surface of the file on Mark’s head twice.

Not once but two times. Mark whines as Mr Ahn grunts out. “Stay away from things that don’t involve you Mark, instead how about you start focusing on organising the files again? You’ve been slacking a lot on that. My entire file section is a mess.”

Mark murmurs. “But I’m not an intern newbie anymore, that’s not my job sir.” Mr Ahn turns to Karina with a realisation. “Oh, you’re right. Karina get onto that.”

Years went by quick, but Mark will always be the intern in his eyes. Areum smiles as she murmurs, the files past in her hands. The moment the fingers lap to flip the thin layer of white papers, the eyes tremble. Mr Ahn clearing the throat. “Mark and Karina, leave the room please.” The two younger people nod as they did like they were told, leaving Areum’s office quietly.

Areum murmuring in confusion. “This case, that’s my parents case, Mr Ahn.” The woman looking up, Mr Ahn gave a nod. “I know Areum-ah. You might be wondering why i am bringing this case to you.”

The silence peeps inside like a dagger ready to stab both of the people in front of each other, overthinking thoughts warning the woman but the man too. Why, why would a case from thirteen years ago pop up now? Why from Mr Ahn? And why must it be Areum?

“I found a mysterious broker who sent me this file actually, I received this few days ago. I then found out that these two people have two children. Park Areum and Park Jisung. It’s currently a closed case by the police, however, we can easily open it up,

“Not only did i find online that many people are claiming this case wasn’t investigated properly by the police. We have the power to re-open the case if you find something.”

Areum looks back down to the case files where two small 4 by 6 square pictures of her parents side by side sit next to each other. People claim it wasn’t a car accident? People think it’s something else? What else could it be, Areum barely remembers much happening. The woman clenches the breaking heart in half instead of wearing it on her sleeve she begins to wear it on her forehead.

She nods slowly. Mr Ahn admiring Areum’s bravery for staying calm. “I believe it was just a car crash however, I was in the car.” Areum mentions with a short knowledge. “I’ll do my best investigating this privately because it is a closed case. The police aren’t the biggest fan of me right now.”

The police hate Park Areum with fiery passion, in many ways they view Areum as someone who gets in their way to success; for many years she’s stolen their cases, arrested their enemies including Na Yuta. It’s like she will always be five steps ahead of them, with a Plan B and an exit escape too. The police won’t ever survive against Areum. The hardworking crazy obsessed journalist is an one man army.

Mr Ahn mentions quietly. Ahn turns the back to Areum walking to the door, about to walk out. “That’s right, update me whenever you find something. Oh also, Areum?” He turns around looking at his best worker. She hums glancing back.

“Watch the news, you deserve the praise.” Mr Ahn smirks, praising her once more before leaving the office. Areum chuckles quietly but that differs when the eyes set down at the case file again.

Surely, this case will stay closed. She will make sure it stays closed.

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The wind whipping through the dancing trees, creaking and groaning like an old rocking chair by the porch. As the heavy dust blown by the rough air pushing by the floor hitting the boots belonging to a woman who stops midway, grabbing out the car keys.

The metallic structure beeps once the finger push the button, the keys tucks away once unlocked the car. Her body getting in the slightly frozen car, the hands along pushing at the back of the car the broken vase and plant, as the midnight sky shines above the automobile.

The woman pushes the car to start the engine in the darkness, not bothering to push the light switch above on the roof. Areum would lean back once the vehicle roars in middle of the quiet isolated parking lot.

When about to drive off, her phone began to blow up with a text message from an unknown number. The woman looks down holding the phone up, glaring down when an image attached was sent.

“What the..” Areum softly breaks out past the seal clapped lips, swiping open as the message app opening, the unknown number sent an image with a car exactly like what Areum is in.

The fingers position themselves zooming in. Areum noticing it is her inside the car in the picture, she gasps looking up in slight creeps sending goosebumps in the body. “What the fuck.” She looks outside the window, only an empty isolated parking lot, trees in the distance and darkness hovering with side-walk street lamps dimming with light.

Areum looks down at her phone, now ready the text message in open.

“Your parent’s car accident wasn’t an accident.”

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The drive home the woman was paranoid, in fact she came home feeling slightly better when the sight of Haechan, Minjae and Nayoung were watching the news on the television just to see their mother.

Minjae and Nayoung rush up to Areum, entering the living room. “Mom! Mom!” The two children shout, Areum lifting them both up with a soft sigh. “Hello, how are you both?”

Nayoung and Minjae both nod at once, “we’re good!” Haechan standing up with a stretch from the couch and a young lifting groan.

Areum turns to Haechan with a soft smile. “Thank you, was everything okay?” She’d ask but already know the answer. Haechan smiles. “Everything was okay, Jeno woke up and left for work in the morning. He’s probably coming late home so don’t stay up waiting for him.” He’d tell, as the younger walks to the front doors.

“Oh by the way, congrats on making it to the news.” Haechan smirks with a tap on Areum’s shoulder. If only she had the energy to be as happy as she was before about the excellent news. The happy feelings have disappeared the moment the text message came rushing in.

But she cannot make it obvious in front of the kids that she was worried about something completely strange right now. Areum moves to put the children to bed upstairs as it was already quite late, even though it was a weekend.

Haechan left the house after Areum went to put the children to bed. He will most likely make his way to the base to report to Jeno, then leave and go home to sleep because god knows taking care of twins at once is as tiring as taking care of jisung for twenty four hours!

The children fell fast asleep the moment their mother tucks them in with kisses and the heavy warm blanket to keep them safely wrapped durning the night. The paranoia and worry from earlier dissolved like sugar in with water, and eventually the sweet motherly feelings rush to the surface dominating any negative thought and worry Areum could possible have in the world.

No wonder the way, ‘Children bring you happiness in many ways’ exist. The woman could be sufferng greatly everyday but one look at her children and she is no longer suffering, she is free and happy. Areum stays in the room, standing by the door frame quietly as she hears them snoozing away peacefully.

Areum eventually closes the white door quietly and goes into her shared master bedroom. The woman could only sigh, a long day. The woman turns to the mirror as her hands tickle the front hem of the upper top clothing,

Sliding it off, revealing the laced front white bra and cleavage as her chest grew slightly by having twins. The rest of her body began to curve more defined, as well as her back too. Areum observes the mirror as she strips the lower clothing too, throwing the dirty clothes from today in the washing basket.

“A shower will calm me.” Areum mentions, heading to the her suite bathroom as she closes the door halfway, pouring a warm shower to erase and ease the mind at tranquility.

The warm water dripping down Areum’s back felt like therapy to the woman. She hums a little before closing the trap turning around the marble expensive looking shower, stepping out quietly with a towel around to dry the body.

Once she has dried off completely, the hair wraps in the towel and she slips into pyjamas. The silky shorts and satin pyjama shirt, resting softly on the arms and legs. Later blow-drying the hair too. Areum by then was ready to go to bed, but even though she laid on the double bed alone and in the darkness with the starry night shown in the balcony.

Many hours past and downstairs, the door knob slowly unlocks revealing a taller figure quietly stepping in. The watch indicating two hands on four am. The man wearing a white tee-shirt and black jeans raised on the snatched low waist openly flatters the figure perfectly.

The soft un-styled hair giving the face softness, as he drops the keys by the side locking the door. He didn’t waste time by taking off shoes and going up those stairs, making sure not a single creak was heard to disturb his wife and children who are sleeping.

Or so he thought. Jeno opening the door to the bedroom where he quietly tip toes, he was met with Areum shifting on her side, turning the lamp on her bedside table. He looks over at Areum raising an eyebrow, “Love, why are you awake at this time?”

Jeno would ask softly, unbuttoning three buttons on the white tee shirt. Areum runs her left hand through the long washed soft smooth silky locks, quietly speaking. “I couldn’t sleep, you came super late today. What happened at work?”

The man raises an eyebrow at the sudden change of conversation as she hums along, he might as well play with the conversation where his wife seems to be sorta avoidant. Jeno reaches to sit on the side next to Areum, slanting. “Lots of paper work and talking over the phone that’s all, I saw the news though.” He mentions, with a soft leisure his hand caresses Areum’s face as he brings a soft peck on to her lips. “I’m proud of you, you were on tv.”

The praising sent Areum many positive emotions, as well as completely making her go shy. Areum smiles, containing the eye contact with her husband. “Thank you.” She softly tells him and he nods, holding her hands.

“My wife is amazing, I’m lucky to be married to you.” Jeno mentions as he lovingly gazes at their hand interlocking, before looking back to look at her eyes.

“You okay though? Something on your mind?” Jeno trails where he kisses Areum’s forehead. She’d lightly tug in the hand embrace, grimly speaking. “Something is on my mind but i don’t know what it means.”

“Talk to me baby.” He tells her encouragingly. Areum took a little breath as her hands grab the phone pushing it on her lap, opening the screen to the messages. The man’s face scrunch up as he sees the message and image,. “I got this case and it’s my parents car crash case. I’m only just reviewing it and this number immediately texted me when I sat in my car going home.”

Jeno seemingly filled with slight worry but there was something else hidden on his face, Areum couldn’t describe or put her tongue onto what his expression meant. It was a complex mix. The man would copy paste the link of the number and image he sent, sending it straight to Haechan’s number. “I’ll let Haechan look into it alright? It’s most likely a stalker who wants to scare you.”

“Especially with how you became popular on news, you’ll have many enemies wanting to bring you down from success.”

Areum sighs a little, he might be right. It’s most likely one of the fan people who wish to scare Areum so she could re-open the case and stay a whole new drama. Jeno would see the worried long face on his wife, so he leans closer to it where Areum breaks out back into reality watching the man.

“Don’t worry Areum, okay? Focus on me.”

He pulls her face in his hands as he softly kisses her deeply on the lips. Areum sinking in the loving action. The worrisome thoughts that were infecting Areum’s brain to stay up all night seemingly push away with, now being infected by Jeno; the cause of the endless butterflies and electricity running in her body.

The body going reddish warm, blushing entirely. She sinks down into the bedsheets with him on top, her hands softly unbuttoning the rest of his shirt revealing the chiselled abs where the hands rest on the abdomen area with ease. Their bodies were relaxed and comfortable, by now Jeno has explored Areum’s mouth all these years

Yet he couldn’t get enough of it. Everytime he goes back for more, he wants more and more. It’s like he hasn’t done it at all, because he keeps finding ways to explore her in different ways, pleasure her in different ways, Love her in many ways that no one else could compare to. These two were a match made in heaven, these two souls were keys to each other locks. Soulmates, was perfect word for them.

Breaking apart, Areum’s satin pyjama top was unbuttoned releasing her completely nude. A long string of saliva connecting their mouth, Jeno hovering above the woman he loves so deeply.

He rasps out, unbuckling the belt on his black tight jeans, already with harden crotch suffering in the small enclosure in the clothing. Areum laying down watching him sensually, half dim lustful eyes. The lips curving in a flirtatious smile.

He returns the cheeky smile back when he sees Areum checking him out so openly at what she owns, what belongs to her. “I’ll give you a congratulation present, you want it?.” Jeno grunts out, sliding the fabric off.

“Please,” Areum pleads sinking more into the bedsheets. “That sounds amazing.” She admits as Jeno in boxers was set free from the jeans, he leans down kissing from the jawline and down to the neck.

He hums out. “Relax for me, tonight is all about you.” Those words stung out on the open, as their night was young and free.

The thoughts back then were no longer there, at least not in the front of her active brain where she no longer couldn’t sleep. But it was there buried at the back of her brain where soon enough it’ll come back to make her think about the situation from earlier. However for now, she has incoming pleasure to take.

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wonwoonlight · 2 years ago

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I hope I'm not too late to the game, but I just wanted to share my two cents about your writing as a fellow carat writer in a similar boat! I also don't write smut for similar reasons and I've talked to other writers about it before. Frankly, I do think it plays a role in the reason we have the audience we do. That said, I don't think there's anything wrong with it either! You should write what feels right and comfortable for you. I can't speak for everyone, but I don't think it's ever expected that you shift in that direction either - if you do, great! If you don't, also fine! If we all wrote the same genre on caratblr, it would get really boring fast 😅 and our audience is vast. We need a little mix of all sorts of writers.

Personally, I really enjoy your writing because of the subtilties in the characters' relationships. The gestures are never too big, but never too small - just enough to show us how much the gist/antics of each character and how they get along, whether it be the main couple or side characters. Off the top of my head, for example, in 'by the moon,' it was clear to me that Seungcheol found so much value in the MC even if he didn't say or do much - it's the way he looks at her, the way he tenses up when Wonwoo gets hurt because he knows it'll hurt MC. Writing smut is one way of showing love, but it's also not the only way. They communicate well (when they need to LOL) and you explain their feelings so simply, but eloquently. It's easy to read and easy to understand. In particular, as someone who struggles with writing the emotions of the MC (I'm very emotionally constipated LOL), I've always admired this about your work - as a reader, you understand where the MC is coming from and it's as if you're living in their head, watching the whole thing play out. You get frustrated because you know what they feel and you know what's right for them, but you can't do anything to help them.

I also think your stories flow very smoothly, especially the dialogues! There never feels like there's a 'hole' in the plot. I'm guilty of this myself, but sometimes when series go on for too long, certain storylines amidst the main one gets lost and it leaves people scratching their heads. It's satisfying when I finish reading your stories. As for the dialogues, they're never cheesy or overdramatic, especially when it's very easy to make them so. For example, in 'My Daisy,' I still vividly remember when Mingyu confesses to MC and asks if he's a candidate as her boyfriend - bruh, so smooth and so slick! Men could never IRL!!! LOL jk jk. I like to pride myself on not being able to flustered easily, but it's safe to say, that stole my heart yo- again, it was smooth without being corny.

Along the same lines, your writing is very mature and realistic to the struggles of young adulthood. Not that there's anything wrong with it, but as an older fanfic reader/writer, high school!au's and even some uni!au's are hard for me to relate to being out of that phase of my life for a while now. Even though I'm still in school for a post-grad program and not working yet, the insecurities of dating your own co-worker/boss, speeding into a relationship when you thought you were a F2L kind of gal, etc - those were very real for me and I felt understood when reading 'My Daisy'!

This is getting long - I'm so sorry 😭 To wrap it all up, I would honestly read anything you put out in the future! You're one of my favorite writers on here and it's always a treat to read your work. However, I also know that's not helpful lol, so I'll hop on the zombie apocalypse train with knitwit anon 😂 I'm also a sucker for historical/sageuk!au's - I've read a couple of really good BTS and EXO ones, but I'm waiting to find THE right one from caratblr! LOL. A lot can go wrong in a love triangle 🤔, but I'm here for those too 😂 All these are romantic ideas . . . I'm not sure if you're looking to write those again or not, but just something to consider - it's nbd if you take these suggestions or not!

Don't doubt yourself too much, Khione! I know it's not much coming from me, but you're a really great writer and each and every one of your longer fics have been worth the wait💙

P.S. I know I wrote a lot �� so please don't feel obligated to reply to anything or anything at all! Just food for thought :) Get well soon!

I just wanna say I never expected anyone would spare the time, come into my ask, and write anything as long as this telling me all sort of things about what they feel abt my writing so let me cry in a corner as i imprint this into my mind to the point where i can recite it in sleep 🥲😭😭

tbh, i... always think i'm bad at expressing what my characters are feeling. like... am i repetitive? didn't i use this expression a few paragraphs ago? didn't i write smth like this in previous works?

there's always doubt in my head about how i describe things.

so to read all of this.. to know that you, as a reader and a fellow writer, think of my works this way, it gives me comfort beyond measure😭😭 i genuinely felt like crying when i read the parts where you pointed out certain scenes on top of your mind; like, wow, you remember those??? you have a certain thought regarding them?????

let me sob in a corner

and don't worry about what i'm looking for! i was just looking to see what my readers have in mind, a little survey while i have the time. so, definitely noted! i can't imagine myself writing a historical au tbh, but we'll never know, right? 😉😉 and perhaps it is time that i write a brutal love triangle, a full brown drama once in a while wouldnt hurt right 😉

thank you again holly for considering me one of your favorite writer jshdfbhjsdbf will cry myself to sleep as i think abt ur ask tonight <///3

#i cant believe you did this to me <///3 #i do not deserve this at all 😭😭#holly🥴💙#my beloveed #ask #my starlights❄

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cxsmicmyeon · 4 years ago

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HE SHOULDN’T HAVE LET HER GO ; KJM

kim junmyeon x reader

IN WHICH junmyeon longs for the girl whom he let slip from his fingers long ago. letting you go was his biggest regret. when he blows his chance, he’s done for. you moved on, he didn’t.

genre: nonfamous au! ANGST GALORE. word count: 2.8k warnings: one swear, too much angst to count, heartbroken junmyeon inspired by suho’s ‘curtain’ and exo’s ‘what if.’

AUTHOR’S NOTE: MOODBOARD MADE BY ME. I DON’T OWN THE IMAGES, I ONLY OWN MY EDITING. additionally, i originally wrote this piece for another fandom but since i loved it so much i decided to change the name to junmyeon bc i love to suffer. enjoy! feedback and notes are greatly appreciated! <3

One year.

One year since the worst thing imaginable occurred.

One year since Junmyeon's life fell apart before his very eyes.

One year since his relationship with you ended like a home bursting into flames.

One year since he hurt the only person he ever cared deeply about.

He could never forget your face and reaction when he ripped your heart out of your chest; it still haunts his dreams nightly, constantly a reminder of his horrible mistake.

It has been one year; Junmyeon still had your name in his phone under the name '♥.' Every day his thumb would hover over the blue send button as he typed out those same three words: 'I miss you.' He had to resist the temptation to open up FaceTime and call you. He knew if he tried to call, you would ignore his calls, but sometimes he wondered if you would actually answer.

When he wasn't working, he'd consistently look through old messages and pictures, becoming so wrapped up in his own nostalgia and longing for you that he couldn't think straight.

His friends would always try to push him to move on, but he wouldn't budge. They'd try to set him up on blind dates with other girls but it wasn't good enough. None of those girls were you. There would be no one who would ever be you.

Every night he would listen to the same song. It was your song. The song that you’d dance to for numerous reasons. The song that he would kiss you to after dancing. He wondered to himself if he'd ever see you again after singing that song. That's why it looped in his head daily; he felt it was his only hope in having one final meeting with you.

Sometimes people would ask what he'd do if he ever saw you again. His answer remained the same: he'd take your hands in his and profess that he still loved you and regretted ever breaking things off with you. He imagined how he would hold you, how he would tell you and would ask himself if he was worthy enough for you to love again.

Every day for a year, he hoped he could tell you his feelings. But who's to say he'd succeed?

He was invited to a get-together by a coworker. He barely knew said coworker; only exchanging small talk with him every time they ate lunch together (which wasn't too often). Apparently, he was getting married and decided to invite all of his coworkers to the wedding. With nothing better to do, he RSVP-ed, indicating that he'd come purely out of obligation.

He dressed in a reasonably wrinkly navy suit adorning a blood-red tie. As he ran a comb through his luscious black locks, he thought of how you would run your fingers through them, and stifled a sob at the painful memory. Putting on his stoic facade as if it simply were a jacket, he left the bathroom without a word, grabbing his wallet and car keys on the way out of his small Seoul apartment.

Your song blasted through the speakers for the second time that day. He sang the words with such dutiful emphasis, it was like the words were tattooed on the surface of his eyes. With every lyric pouring out of his mouth, he continued to hope about seeing you one last time.

The ceremony was pretty blasé; he had his hand under his chin propping his head up as he stared at his co-worker and his bride-to-be. He'd imagined his own wedding to you multiple times (albeit more during your relationship), and it would be similar to this: getting married in a church, partying and drinking in a hotel, and making love to you in the honeymoon suite of said hotel.

Hazily, he made his way over to his car and began driving to the venue for the reception, humming your song to himself. He arrived at the hotel and immediately went to the bar to grab a drink. He ordered himself a whiskey neat and took intricate sips every five minutes or so. He allowed the bitter drink to swirl around his mouth, grazing his tongue with fiery intentions. The way the drink felt on his tongue perfectly encapsulated how he felt daily. He felt bitter and empty.

He sipped the drink for the fourth time and looked out at the dance floor. His heart ached at the various couples dancing to your song. Your song. Not those people's song. Junmyeon and (Y/N)’s song. But as his eyes scoured the dance floor, his heart stopped in its tracks.

There you were. Standing in the middle of the dance floor, a flute of champagne in your hand while you danced with a bridesmaid and another guest. You wore a light blue off the shoulder maxi dress with that same pearl necklace you always wore during fancy parties. He sighed; you were wearing his favorite color.

His heart ached at the sight of you. You still looked as beautiful as you did when he first met you all those years ago. He never expected you to be at this wedding; maybe you knew the bride or the groom. Nonetheless, he was overjoyed to see you again. He silently cheered that his mantra of consistently singing their song finally worked. He finished his whiskey neat and rose out of his seat to go to you.

You felt yourself sway to the beat of the song. While a plethora of painful memories attached themselves to it, you still enjoyed the song and wanted to keep up a vivacious attitude. After all, your good friend was getting married. As you twirled around, you stopped in your tracks when facing the bar. There he was. Your breath hitched in your throat as you saw him slide an empty whiskey glass across the bar. You remembered he always liked whiskey.

You felt a single tear well up in your right eye as you turned away from his direction. As he stood to try and find you, you excused herself from your spot on the dance floor and began navigating through the crowd, hastily trying to avoid the man who shattered your heart.

As soon as Junmyeon stood, he noticed that you had disappeared from your spot. A wave of panic washed over him as he began to navigate the venue in hopes of finding you.

It wasn't long before he found you. You stood at the end of the head table chattering aimlessly to one of the bridesmaids. Taking in a deep breath, he pushed past other guests to catch up to you. Right as you stood to return to the dance floor, you ran into the man you were desperate to avoid.

Even your soft 'Hello' was music to his ears. Waves of nostalgia flooded his mind; your voice still had that kind tone to it as if he never hurt you. Was it a façade? He'd never know.

You led the conversation, asking him basic questions like how he was, how work was, and how his friends were. As he answered you, he kept missing the opportunity to reach for your small hands and tell you that he still loved you after all of this time. Soon thereafter, the bride called to you, and you gave him a soft goodbye before retreating to the center of the venue to converse with the bride. He swore as the DJ began telling everyone to retreat back to their seats.

You ran into each other three more times that night. Each time he kept trying to push himself to say what he wanted to say, but his nerves got the better of him. Not to mention the plethora of distractions at the reception. What could he expect, trying to find a single moment alone with you in the middle of a large party?

He could have pulled you into one of the bathrooms or into the hallway. But he didn't. The vast majority of his conscience screamed at him to use his words and tell you how much you meant to him. However, there was a singular voice in his head. The voice that caused him to hold back and let you bloom on your own. He mentally cursed at that voice, the reason why you were slipping away from him more and more.

He tried to call out to you after the guests began to leave. You stood out from the crowd in your light blue dress, lively as you were during the beginning of the party. He wanted to shove everyone in the crowd out of the way and take you by the hand. He wanted to press his lips onto yours, and scream to the world that he loved you with all of his heart. Yet, he let you slip from his fingers.

Your love for him fizzled as you turned around to look at him one last time before closing the door to your last hope at being with him once again.

Junmyeon was the last to leave the parking lot. He sat in his car in tears, cursing and sobbing at how stupid he was. How could he fuck up again? You were right there, and he blew it. He spent all of this time trying to get himself to do the one thing he had to do to go on... and he let it explode in his face.

He looked into his rearview mirror and stared at his tear-stained eyes. They looked lost, like a dog who ran away from its owner. Of course they were lost; they were lost without you. You were his flashlight, his rock, his love. And he was nothing without you.

Nothing at all.

Two years have passed since that dreadful night. Junmyeon had eventually gotten his life together bit by bit, mostly feeling like he was himself again. He got a promotion at work. He started going out more to meet new friends and even dated someone new for a bit. She was nice enough and very pretty, but she wasn't you. No one was ever gonna be you, which is why he ended things with the other girl after six months together.

One day, during Junmyeon’s day off, he decided to take a drive around the city all on his own. He awoke at 5 AM on the dot, showered quickly, pulled on his comfiest clothing and left his apartment before 6 AM hit.

He hooked his phone up to his aux cord and pressed 'play' on one of his Spotify playlists. He cranked the volume all the way up as his car rolled out of the parking garage. As he cruised down the highway, he took in the crisp Autumn air as he heard the familiar beginning of your song. He sucked in a breath of air as he tried his best to resist thinking about you. However, his efforts proved futile, as the image of you blossomed in his mind.

He wondered why he kept that song in his playlist. He'd given up on listening to it every day in hopes of seeing you again. He failed once, what was the point in continuing?

With a sigh, he skipped the song, exhaling heavily as another song he enjoyed came on.

Later in the day, he drove down a long residential block, taking in the scenery. He loved looking at the different yet similar houses in the quiet area. He saw young mothers scolding their kids not to play in the street, middle-aged fathers mowing their lawns and naïve teens making out on the corners. As he stopped at a stop sign, he looked to his left and did a double-take.

It was you. You kneeled down in the front yard of a small yet cozy house watering the flowers in front of the steps. He put his car into park, grateful that there was no one behind him.

He marveled at the sight before him. You wore a bright yellow sundress with an accompanying sun hat. He found it cute how you perched over the beautiful daisies before you, and he laughed at how adorable you looked when struggling to hold the watering can. He thought you were so beautiful in every way, shape and form.

You rose from your spot, stretching slightly as you nodded in contentment at the flowers. Right as Junmyeon went to turn the car off and exit to talk to you, he noticed a pair of arms grab you by the waist and lift you playfully. He heard you squeal as a much taller man spun you around playfully. You hit him on the arms, screaming for him to let you down. As he placed you down, you giggled loudly at how your hat was now lopsided. Junmyeon watched intently as the man smirked and pulled you into a passionate kiss.

Junmyeon felt a pang in his stomach as he watched your embrace. He wanted to find it inside him to hate that other man, whom he presumed was your boyfriend, but how could he, when he made you smile like an angel? He sniffled as he saw you bend down and attempt to pick up the watering can with both hands. You slowly lifted it over your head and attempted to pour the water on your boyfriend, but you mostly soaked yourself in the process. Junmyeon heard you yell an expletive as you ran around the front yard, childishly teasing your boyfriend.

You looked so happy. He hasn't seen you this happy in years; it was such a beautiful sight in his eyes. He observed how you and the man looked at each other. He could tell you had that familiar gleam in your eye that he once got to see only for himself.

Suddenly, he felt that same lost feeling that he felt back in the car during the wedding. The more he stared at you, the more his regretful feelings bloomed back inside him.

He made a mistake. He made such a mistake. He felt tears well up in his eyes; the pair of eyes that lost his one true love.

He felt more and more sorry as he continued to look at you with the same feelings he always felt about you. You were so much happier with him. All Junmyeon did was shatter your heart into a million pieces and watch you fade away. All these years of longing for you, he wished he could reverse time and fix his mistakes. Maybe if he didn't mess up (twice!), he'd be the one you’d try to dump water on. He'd be the one you shared a house with. He'd be the one to pick you up and twirl you in his arms, exchanging kiss after kiss. He'd lay in the grass, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as you listened to your song.

Sooner or later, the sight in front of him was too much to bear. You laid on top of him, giggling with him in between your kisses. With a loud grunt, he put his car back into 'drive' and sped away, not wanting to ever see you again.

He got home earlier than he anticipated. He unlocked the door to his apartment and flung the keys onto the floor. slamming the door and turning the lock, he stormed into his bedroom, hot tears cascading down his face. He fumbled around the bureau for a small, silver key. When he found it, he bent down and unlocked a small drawer on the bottom-right of the bureau. He wiped his face as he opened the drawer, immediately being greeted by a smiling picture of you. He took the picture out and held it close to his chest, crying softly. He began to take out more and more mementos, his ragged cries only increasing the more he saw your face. He opened up envelopes filled to the brim with letters he'd never send, each one filled with a different heartfelt message to you, explaining that he still loved you and would do anything to win you back.

With everything in that drawer cascaded out in front of him, his shaky breaths became thunderous sobs as he hugged his knees close to his chest.

He hated himself for everything that he'd ever done to you. He hated how much of a horrible person he was for breaking your heart and leaving you to cry in the rain. He was scared to commit, yet he made the biggest mistake of his life by ending your year-long relationship. He realized only after the fact that he wanted to commit to one person, and that was you. But, like the moronic fool he saw himself as, he left you in the dust, allowing his fears and insecurities to outweigh his love for you.

He shouldn't have let you go. Too bad it was way too late for him to finally realize that.

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galoresficrecs · 1 year ago

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[EXO] Jongdae

LAST UPDATED ON: Dec 2nd, 2022

newly added ✦ || personal faves ✪ || ongoing ✑

ratings:

not rated || general || teen and up || mature || explicit🔞

❧ NOT HERE SHIPS ☙

jongdae x baekhyun x kyungsoo

jongdae x baekhyun x minseok

jongdae x chanyeol x minseok

❧ jongdae x minseok ☙

✪ A Tiger's Honor, a Magpie's Duty by XiuChen4Ever [50,5k words] pseudo-historical!au, royalty!au, arraanged marriage || explicit🔞

✪ As the Moon Loves the Sun by unnieunnie [72,6k words | 41 ch] gangsters!au, café!au || mature

✪ Chasing the Sun by XiuChen4Ever [14,5k words] post-apocalypse!au, sci-fi, korean mythology || explicit🔞

✪ Crocus Pocus by XiuChen4Ever [26,9k words] fantasy, magic!au || teen and up

✪ Fill the Long Night with Words by unnieunnie [4,2k words] poet!au || mature

✪ Ghost of a Chance by XiuChen4Ever [30,6k words] hybrids!au, enemies to lovers, ghosts, murder mystery || mature

✪ Have Your Steak (And Eat It Too) by XiuChen4Ever [82,3k words | 11 ch] hybrids!au || explicit🔞

✪ Hedge Over Heels by XiuChen4Ever [2,9k words] hybrids!au, neighbours!au || explicit🔞

✪ Hoping Fur the Best by unnieunnie [13,9k words] shifters!au, park ranger!au || explicit🔞

✪ I'm Gonna Thrill You Tonight by XiuChen4Ever [5,4k words] magic!au, necromancy!au || explicit🔞

✪ Just Kiss? by zhyixingie [4,4k words] historical!au, age gap, tutor/student || mature

✪ Marine Moving Under Skies by XiuChen4Ever [16,6k words] sci-fi, military!au, modern retelling || mature

✪ Northern Lights by uxiumin [25,2k words | 6 ch] fantasy, royalty!au, mama powers || teen and up

✪ Of Witches, Mixtapes and Memory by unnieunnie [19,2k words] college!au, 1990s!au, slow burn, unreliable narrator || mature

✪ Song of the Stars by XiuChen4Ever [112,3k words | 9 ch] magic!au, fantasy, fictional religion & theology, angst with a happy ending || explicit🔞

✪ Steal Away by XiuChen4Ever [24k words] TW: suicidal thoughts/permanent injury ;; hybrids!au, enemies to lovers || explicit🔞

✪ Tacit Understanding by XiuChen4Ever [48,8k words] a/b/o!au, college!au || explicit🔞

✪ Virgin SacrifICE by XiuChen4Ever [40,4k words] fantasy, dragons || explicit🔞

✪ We Must Wake Up Again by unnieunnie & XiuChen4Ever [2,2k words | 2 ch] afterlife!au || general

✪ You don't have to melt my heart to win it by unnieunnie [18k words] fantasy, magic-users, dragons || explicit🔞

❧ jongdae x reader ☙

[part of Welcome to the Exodus Mall] Reboot by yehet-me-up [26,9k words] f!reader, 1990s!au, mall!au, set in seattle, co-workers to lovers || teen and up

[part of The Cartel] The Money by kpopfanfictrash [8,1k words] 1970s!au, set in florida, crimes & criminals!au || explicit🔞

❧ otn/multi ☙

✪ Just watch, it's like magic by Lolistar92 [33,3k words] jongdae x junmyeon x minseok || urban fantasy, mama powers, prince!junmyeon || explicit🔞

#exo fanfic #exo fanfiction #jongdae fanfiction #chen fanfic

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qiankunfics · 4 years ago

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JohnKun Masterlist - Part 1

AO3

1. rearranged by renjaune -

Summary: johnny has to share a room with his long-time crush thanks to haechan Rating: Explicit Status: One-shot

2. Wow, Bulge by lunalius J

Summary: Johnny's always dreamed of getting a soulmate tattoo and meeting his other half. The hand the Fates end up dealing him is not so dreamy. Rating: Teen Status: One-shot

3. The Blue Antonov by tentography

Summary: Kun runs a small bookstore and Johnny, a famous actor, stumbles into his life. Yes, this is absolutely a Notting Hill AU. Rating: Teen Status: On-going

4. don't take my breath away too soon by sofarsoperfect

Summary: Like if he falls asleep he really has to start saying goodbye to the NCT 2020 era and he’s not sure he’s ready to do that yet. Rating: Teen Status: One-shot

5. put me right in my place by sofarsoperfect

Summary: “I am,” he replies. His voice is soft and velvety, warm and syrupy. Johnny leans down to nudge their noses together, Kun smiling softly as he does so. Rating: Explicit Status: One-shot Trigger: Kinks

6. An Open Wound by lunalius

Summary: Kun's life is thrown off balance when he stumbles upon a dying Youngho. Rating: Mature Status: One-shot Trigger: Blood & Injury

7. You're an Idiot (but you're My Idiot) by samuraiseonghwa

Summary: Sometimes disasters make the best dates. Rating: General Status: One-Shot

8. from one shadow to another by rowenabane

Summary: Kun has the audacity to smile. “Oh, Johnny,” he says. “You really are a man after my own heart.” Rating: Mature Status: One-Shot Trigger: Blood & Injury

9. Indebted by lunalius

Summary: Johnny has three credit cards, of which one is frozen into an ice block for his own good. Rating: Teen Status: One-Shot Trigger: Possible irresponsible spending

10. you warmly melted me by blazingsirius

Summary: For a while, Qian Kun’s life is a bumbling mess between juggling his Master’s study, working as a budding producer, and being a single father. Johnny Suh came somewhere in between and suddenly everything felt okay. Rating: General Status: One-Shot

11. Here Comes The Prince, The Royal Frogness by blazingsirius

Summary: Prince Johnny was forced to attend a ball his parents held to find him a partner, but he found a way to escape the ball, which ended with a wrongful meeting with a magical being that put him in a curse. Somehow, a (literally) poor guy, Kun, got dragged into the mess. And oh, they’re both frogs now. Rating: General Status: One-shot

12. Addictive Frequency by Sakunade

Summary: Johnny misses Kun, misses spending time together and having the younger in his bed. Kun is beautiful, perfect, and has the most delicious ass Johnny's ever seen. Rating: Explicit Status: One-Shot

13. brightest light by tentography

Summary: Their summer had only just begun when Kun asks him to stay beneath the neon lights of the 7-eleven, bathing them in an electric mix of fluorescent white and bright orange-green-red. Rating: Teen Status: On-going

14. johrny (horny 4 johnny) by borntovixx

Summary: Johnny lifts weights without wearing a shirt and Kun can't stop staring at his muscles flexing – is it advisable to ask your crush if you could to lick his abs pretty please? It definitely isn't, but Kun's brain short-circuits and gives in to the cacoethes. Rating: Teen Status: One-Shot

15. cream stuffed buns by farthendur

Summary: straight frat bros johnjae discover they feel real weird around neighborhood baker and DILF kun. Rating: Explicit Status: On-going

16. in all glory by farthendur

Summary: Captain Qian Kun and First Officer Johnny Suh spend an intimate and spicy night in their quarters. What could possibly ruin it? Rating: Explicit Status: One-Shot

17. We Got Married International - Johnny and Kun by jhengchie

Summary: We got married International edition with Johnny as the member of the popular KPOP idol group Limitless and Kun is the beloved Chinese soloist Rating: General Status: One-Shot

18. dubrovnik by lowkeyamen

Summary: Johnny takes off to Croatia, and meets someone from his past he didn't even recognise. Rating: Explicit Status: Completed *trans!Kun

19. this will be by sofarsoperfect

Summary: “When we do trade them back,” Johnny says and the inevitably of it makes Kun’s stomach twist in knots, “we really have to find something better.” (Parent Trap AU) Rating: Teen Status: One-Shot

20. The Moonlight after Midnight by writesinfontuwu

Summary: They shared a memorable night in Osaka two years ago. Now they are reunited for NCT2020, Johnny feels his heart thumping in his chest again. Rating: Explicit Status: One-Shot

21. Up or Down by lamarina

Summary: Caught between a cute TA and a foreign language credit, what's a guy to do? Rating: Teen Status: One-Shot

22. Is this a scoop? - in the eyes of Mark Lee by cherrycitrus_blossom

Summary: Who is that customer and what relationship does he have with Johnny to make his eyes light up in delight when he walks through the door? Rating: General Status: One-Shot

23. I Love You Still by nu-exo (Nekohime)

Summary: JohnKun Agent AU Rating: Explicit Status: One-Shot

24. turn the lights on by jeanheir

Summary: Kun’s soft snores fill the room, the other man sleeping peacefully without a care in the world. It’s almost cruel, how unbothered he seems. Rating: General Status: One-Shot

25. Bad Kind of Player by Sakunade

Summary: The plan was supposed to be easy - count cards, win money, and be done with it. Except Kun chose the wrong casino, one under the control of Seo Youngho, known as Johnny, the rising head of the Gyeonghui jo-pok. Rating: Explicit Status: Completed Trigger: Kinks

26. red, gold (burning) by tentography

Summary: Kun Qian and the Audacity Of This Bitch (HP AU!) Rating: Teen Status: Completed

27. In-Sync Heartbeats by mezzaluna_ch

Summary: This is the piece he plays every time he wants to escape reality in haste. This is the piece he plays every time he thinks of Johnny. Now, Johnny is the one playing it. Rating: Teen Status: One-Shot

28. I Owe You by seungwanxndxnly

Summary: Only Johnny's big crush on Kun can hold him back. Rating: Teen Status: One-Shot

29. superluminal by wentz

Summary: A man who can only be the captain of the smuggling vessel stands at the top of the ship's ramp, cutting a roguish picture as he leans with one arm against one of the hydraulic pillars. He looks supremely dashing. Kun dislikes him on sight. Rating: Mature Status: One-Shot

30. Shoot For the Moon by lunalius

Summary: Kun wants to go to space. He's got a plan to get there, and he's following it to a tee. Rating: Explicit Status: Completed

31. he was a superhero, he was a seamstress, can i make it any more obvious by fvckradio

Summary: Superhero Kun with Seamstress Johnny Rating: Teen Status: One-Shot Trigger: Mentions of blood and injury

32. just a touch of your love by seonho

Summary: Kun is rather mild in his kinks — not entirely vanilla, but then again, certainly nothing as scandalous as having his blood sucked out of him. (Vampire) Johnny Suh, however, poses a very tempting threat to those convictions. Rating: Explicit Status: One-Shot Trigger: Blood

33. So I Can Fix Your Hand, I'll Be Your Handyman by IsabelArmuelles

Summary: Johnny dislikes his landlady but is very much crushing on her step-son, the handyman. Rating: Teen Status: One-Shot

34. connect the dots, baby! by rowenabane

Summary: Johnny suspects Kun of being a serial killer. Rating: Teen Status: One-Shot

35. Countercurrent Exchange by indiecheetah

Summary: Johnny wasn’t exactly a believer. He never thought monsters or cryptids were real, always finding those stories amusing at best. But even all of his years of knowledge of marine life could not explain this creature. Rating: Teen Status: One-Shot

36. Inevitably Loving You by occultclysms

Summary: Prince Kun and Celebrity Johnny fake date. Rating: Teen Status: One-Shot

37. i'm stepping on the cracks (i feel fine) by sofarsoperfect

Summary: Sprite Kun and Human Johnny - Kun seeks refuge with Johnny ;) Rating: Explicit Status: One-Shot

38. Domestic Bliss by cobalamincosel

Summary: Johnny and Kun work through a divorce. Rating: Explicit Status: One-Shot

39. you say my name like i have never heard before by sofarsoperfect

Summary: Mafia Johnny with Kun Rating: Explicit Status: One-Shot Trigger: Mafia-related triggers and homophobia

40. love me harder by sofarsoperfect

Summary: kun is fine, he's not even that resentful of his past or of johnny and he's doing really well and it's fine. except that one thing leads to another and it's totally, absolutely not fine at all. Rating: Explicit Status: Completed

41. Emotional Distancing by lunalius

Summary: A global pandemic puts a dent in Kun's Green Card plans, but not in the way he expected. Rating: General Status: One-Shot

42. Domino by cobalamincosel

Summary: Kun and Johnny get back together after a break up. Rating: Mature Status: One-Shot

43. and the next, and the next by jenhyung

Summary: Childhood friends Kun and Johnny meet again. Rating: General Status: Completed

44. would you mind by jokheiz

Summary: Single dad Kun crushing on his co-worker Johnny. Rating: General Status: One-Shot

45. Charmed by lunalius

Summary: So no, he wasn’t blind. He was well aware that Johnny Suh had a crush on him. (HP AU) Rating: Teen Status: One-Shot

46. you got what i want, boy (and i want it) by sofarsoperfect

Summary: JohnKun PWP Rating: Explicit Status: One-Shot

47. Flower Boy by bananaboatt

Summary: Kun wants a really cute flower crown for his coronation, Johnny is a real big sucker for his boyfriend. Rating: General Status: One-Shot

48. head first by jenhyung

Summary: Youngho crushes hard. Rating: General Status: One-Shot

49. In the Middle of the Night by kittensuh

Summary: Kun knows him, reads him like he’s an open book conveniently placed on Professor Qian’s podium for him to consume in all of his glory. Rating: Explicit Status: One-Shot

50. Altered States by unnameable

Summary: When Johnny’s sexual dry spell has lasted for longer than he can recall, Ten suggests Kun, a erotic hypnotist, instead of helping him get laid. Johnny forgets about the ridiculous suggestion until he meets Kun at one of Ten’s parties a few months later. Rating: Explicit Status: One-Shot

#johnkun #masterlist #part1 #johnny #kun #qian kun

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la-femme-damnee · 4 years ago

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I’ve Got (You On) Your Back

Pt 2 of the Under Covers series

Characters: Xiumin x y/n Genre: spy au, graphic smut Rating: Mature (fem oral receiving, m/f sex) Word Count: 1.8k

After accepting a position at the EXO spy agency, you meet your first co-worker and ally.

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“Y/N, are you even listening?” Suho’s voice snapped you out of your reverie.

“What?” You responded, clearly having not paid attention to what he had said. Two unbelievably gorgeous men were walking down the hallway, laughing as they discussed some sort of fight one of them had had, and you couldn’t help but notice them. You made eye contact and smiled, and they smiled and nodded back, and you felt a wave of lust wash over you. They noticed you were with Suho, so they didn’t stop to introduce themselves, but you continued to make eyes at each other until they were out of sight. So needless to say, you were distracted.

Suho let out a soft chuckle. “That’s Kai and Sehun,” he offered, “Don’t worry, you’ll meet them soon enough.”

“I wasn’t worried,” you quipped back, maybe a little too quickly, “anyways, where are we going? The armory? Ooh, or to the tech lab? I’ve always wanted to see if those gadgets from movies really exist” you said excitedly.

“Not just yet, there’s someone more important you need to meet first”.

Suho guided you down the hallway until you reached a giant conference room with glass walls, which inside was filled with desks and people with headsets at computers. The far wall was covered with monitors and a giant electronic map dotted with lights. The sights and sounds left you completely in awe.

“This is our intelligence headquarters” Suho explained. “Here we know everything about everybody, even things the government doesn’t know. Everyone you see here is an intelligence agent. They don’t go in the field but are paired with our field agents to communicate any information they need and to keep track of their whereabouts to keep you safe. Your intelligence agent is your most important ally while you work here, understand? They’re essentially your lifeline, so you really want to make sure you’re bonded.”

“Yeah, yeah for sure, I understand.” You were feeling a little overwhelmed, but it was mostly excitement. You really were an EXO agent!

You took in all the sights and sounds as Suho guided you around the room, eventually stopping at a desk. “Y/N, this is Xiumin, he will be your intelligence agent from here on out.”

“Hi, Y/N, nice to meet you!” Xiumin smiled and reached out to shake your hand, and you couldn’t help but notice how cute he was. His messy dark hair and glasses had an awkward charm, and his smile was shy but also warm and genuine, and you immediately felt a connection.

“Well, now I’ll leave you two to get acquainted,” Suho turned to as though to leave, but then he leaned in slightly to whisper in your ear “Don’t be afraid to get to know him completely”, and with a knowing wink he walked away. You were a bit taken aback, but were grateful for the permission, as the more you looked at Xiumin, the more you wanted to see.

“Well, Xiumin, where to start?”

“It’s almost dinnertime, do you want to come over to my place? I’m craving kimchi soup, but we can’t exactly talk shop out in public”

“That’s perfect, kimchi soup is my favourite!”

“Yeah, I know” he giggled with a sheepish grin. “C’mon, I’ll text you the address.

”********** A few hours later your bowls were empty and Xiumin’s apartment was filled with the sounds of your laughter and conversation.

“Wait ok, so you’re saying Chanyeol from Tech and Sehun from Weapons pranked Baekhyun by giving him a taser that would backfire and shock himself?” You laughed in disbelief.

“Yeah, Suho was pissed that we were ‘wasting resources’ but mostly I think it’s because he wasn’t there to see the look on Baek’s face. We’re a really close group; in our line of work, we kinda have to be each other’s families. Do you want some coffee?” Xiumin offered as he was clearing the table. “Yes please”. Xiumin got to work at the espresso machine to quickly whipped up a very impressive latte, and you couldn’t help but admire his agile hands and toned arms.

“So Xiumin, I’m curious. How did you get involved in this agency?” you asked taking a sip.

“I’m not sure how much I can reveal, but let’s just say that I am really good with computers and have always had a bit of a daring streak. So, I may or may not have hacked into the wrong company’s database and Suho was the one who came to my rescue. He was impressed with my abilities and asked me to join, and well I couldn’t turn down that kind of opportunity.”

“That’s one way to get a job,” you laughed, “but I guess this isn’t the kind of career you have a normal interview for.”

“Yeah, nobody finds EXO, Suho finds them. He just…has an instinct about who has what it takes. Which is why EXO is the best agency there is.”

“The reputation is flawless. Honestly, I’m kind of shocked that he hired me.”

“I’m not,” Xiumin interjected “he texted me the minute he saw you to get your info, and your resume is incredible. School scores high in math and debate, a second-degree blackbelt in Taekwondo, a flawless record in high-stakes private security. You have everything it takes on paper, and well, I see what else it is that he sees in you…” He gazed at you, his eyes filled with an intensity that wasn’t there a moment ago and you could feel the energy in the room shifting.

“Wh…what do you mean by that?” you leaned forward to close the distance between the two of you.

“You just draw people to you, make them want to open up, make them want to please you. You’re…magnetic.” And with that he leaned across the table to kiss you, intensely but not forcefully, and you could sense him holding back as though he was waiting for your response. As he pulled away, wordlessly you got up and walked around the table to where he was sitting. He pulled out his chair as though to get up, but you placed your hand on his chest to stop him, pushing him back into his seat as you lowered yourself onto his lap, your legs straddling his. Xiumin nervously ran his hand through his hair, causing it to stand on end, but even that was sexy on him.

“Do you really want to please me?”

“Yes, Y/N, very much so” He reached up to grab the side of your face to pull you in for a kiss, more passionate than the last. As you kissed, he ran his hand down your body reaching under the hem of your shirt, gently caressing the bare skin of your waist. Instinctually you began to roll your hips, grinding against his lap, and as you felt him growing harder you moaned lightly into his mouth. Xiumin’s grip around you tightened and he seamlessly lifted you off his lap, he stood up and placed you onto the edge of the dining room table. As you continued making out you let your hands roam along his chest and began to undo the buttons on his shirt, revealing his perfectly toned torso. Xiumin broke your kiss to remove his shirt completely, allowing you a moment to take in how incredible he looked. He then tugged at your shirt, and you allowed him to take it off you.

“Lay back, Y/N” he said, and you complied. He pulled down the cups of your bra to reveal your breasts, and lightly licked your nipple, sending a shiver of pleasure through you. He seemed to sense this and began to gently suck on one of your nipples, while one hand delicately pinched the other and the other reached between your legs under your skirt to rub on your core over your panties. The combination of sensations was overwhelming, and you were quickly pushed to the edge.

“Please…more”

Xiumin pulled away to kneel down, pushed your skirt up and pushed aside your panties, running his finger through your wet folds causing you to whimper with pleasure. When his mouth made contact with your clit you couldn’t stop the yelp that escaped your throat. Xiumin to suck and flick your clit with his tongue and your orgasm came quickly and strong; you grabbed onto his hair as keeping him between your legs, and he steadied your hips as the orgasm rolled through you. As you came back to reality you relinquished your grasp and propped yourself on your elbows so you could look at him.

“So, did I make you happy?” he asked with a grin.

“Mhmm you really did. But I’m not done with you yet”

“Are you sure? I’m happy just to make you happy, Y/N”

“Yes, I want to feel you inside me. I want you completely.”

“Well, whatever you want, you should have” he murmured, standing up to undo his belt and pull down his pants, leaving him naked. His cock was already completely hard, and you could feel your body aching to have him fill you. He began to rub the head of his dick against your wetness, and you sat up to bring him closer to you. He entered you slowly, sending a wave of ecstasy through you. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and pulled him into a kiss as he began to thrust into you. Every time his cock hit your walls it caused a spark of pleasure, inching you closer to your next orgasm.

“Harder please!” you moaned, so Xiumin moved you off the table and positioned you on the floor, pushing your legs back which allowed him to thrust with longer, deeper strokes. In no time your vision began to blur as the intensity of cock sliding in and out of you pushed you over the edge again, your body shaking with your second orgasm.

“Fuck, your pussy feels so good when you come” Xiumin moaned, his voice higher pitched as he fought his own impending orgasm.

“Are you gonna cum for me?”

“Uh-huh,” he whimpered, “Can I please come on your tits?”

“Yes baby, cum all over my tits, please”.

Xiumin pulled out of you and stroked his cock as he released all over your chest, before slumping onto the floor beside you, a gleeful grin once again on his face.

“Well,” you said, pushing the hair off his sweaty forehead, “I guess we’ve really bonded then, haven’t we?”

“Yeah I guess we did,” he laughed. He motioned for you to come closer and so you nuzzled into the nook of his arm.

“Look, I’m no fool,” he continued, “I know I’ll never be the only man in your life. But I want you to know that you can count on me, for no matter what. If you ever need me, however you need me, I’m here for you.”

You looked up at him, smiling, before giving him one last sweet kiss. “Right now, being here with you like this, is everything I need.”

#exo smut #xiumin #xiumin smut #y/n #exo au #spy au #exo xiumin #exo #Cross posted to AO3

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technicallymilkshakes · 3 years ago

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Nobody Like You (Part 11)

A Powers!AU series Genre(s): Fantasy, Adventure, Mystery Pairing: Lay x Reader ft. EXO ensemble Word Count: 2.3k

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7 || Part 8 || Part 9 || Part 10 || Part 11 || Part 12

You stood outside, head spinning. Nothing had thrown you into as much doubt as that. You'd seen her. You recalled her name tag, the way she argued with her co-worker, even running into her outside the EXOL office. She had given you a hug for fuck's sake. She couldn't just be a figment of your imagination.

She couldn't be.

You cradled your head between your hands, sinking to a squat on the sidewalk.

Back inside, you had given that man, Xiumin, an utterly bewildered look. You had explained the situation to him and he had listened with that politely vacant I'm-only-tolerating-your-bullshit look that only someone who has spent years in customer service-adjacent fields can cultivate. “I understand, but no one by that name works here,” he repeated. He locked eyes with you with a look that you somehow just knew was faux concern. “Why don't you take a seat?” He gestured toward the back of the shop. “You look like you could use one. Let me get you a glass of water.”

“No, I... That's okay.” The hair on the back of your neck had raised, and you felt yourself breaking out in a cold sweat. For some reason, whatever was behind that curtain gave you seriously bad juju. You started backing away.

“Are you sure?” He rounded the counter, steps advancing. “You don't look too good.”

Nausea churned in your stomach. The temperature felt like it had dipped to near freezing. This was weird. This was so weird, he was weird, everything was weird. “No thanks,” you bit out, spun on your heel, and left. The door to the shop had stuck horrendously and you thought for a long, drowning moment that you were locked in until it suddenly gave and you burst out onto the street.

The oppressive atmosphere lifted as soon as you left the shop, but you kept moving. You made it a few blocks down before something, a movement, had flitted past and caught your eye. You stopped, finally taking the time to survey your surroundings and found yourself in an unfamiliar part of the city. Regardless, you wouldn't be going back there if you could help it.

A dead end. Answers seemed to be a scarce currency in your life. There were few people left that could offer you any at all now. Lay, Suho, and maybe that stranger on the bus...

If you were being truthful, you missed Lay terribly. There was a magic in him, a goodness that you sensed. You wanted to bury yourself in him. To feel him wrap you up in his arms and whisk the world away, his presence a light to the darkness, a way to find home.

Your heart squeezed. It had been an unusual start to your relationship in so many ways. You were struck with the sudden need to see him again, to ground yourself in the reality of him and make certain he was okay. Maybe a cup of ginger and orange tea would set everything right.

Despite his promises, no text had come from Suho. You weren't sure if he was aware of the... change in your relationship with Lay, but you thought he ought to know enough to keep you updated. You fumbled in your pocket for your phone and frowned as your fingers brushed against the blob instead. It had lost some of its elasticity since last night and was more resistant to prodding. You had no idea what the hell it was supposed to be. But you supposed it made for a good enough stress ball.

Withdrawing your phone, you set about calling Suho, too lonely for waiting.

No answer. Wet footprints marked your progress down the hall, consequences of leaving your umbrella behind in your haste. You knew Suho lived somewhere on this floor. You'd bang on every damn door if you had to.

On the fifth try, Suho's haggard face appeared from behind the door.

“What are you doing?” he asked tiredly.

“Next time, pick up your phone. I need to talk to Lay.”

Suho's eyes closed.

“He's not here.”

“Then where is he? I already tried his door—no one answered.”

“I don't know. I had hoped he was with you.”

You stared at Suho incredulously. His eyes were still shut and he seemed to be leaning onto the door frame for support. “You don't know where he is? He looked half-dead last night, how could he have gone anywhere?!”

“Who are you talking to?” A new voice asked. Suho took a step back into the apartment, the door closing slightly as he exchanged a few low words with the other person. When he turned back to you, the door opened wider, and a man stood in the sliver of space between Suho's shoulder and the door. He frowned at you and crossed his arms. God, he was ripped. Show off.

He was handsome enough you supposed, sharp jaw and soft lips, but he gave off Grump Face vibes. You crossed your arms back.

Suho gestured at Gym Bro. “This is Kai.”

“Kai?!” Kai said, as if his own name came as a surprise to him.

You peered at the two of them strangely. “Is that... not your real name?”

Suho was determinedly not looking at either of you. “Kai” settled down, arms uncrossing. “It's my name,” he said with resignation.

“... Right.”

Suho sighed and opened the door wider. “Why don't you come in? We were just discussing Lay.” He and Kai retreated into the apartment after a shared glance, leaving you standing in the open doorway.

You trailed after them. The layout of Suho's apartment was the exact mirror to Lay's. But where Lay's was relatively sparse and clean, this was...

Disastrous was the word that came to mind.

Suho sank onto the couch into a cocoon of blankets and pillows that managed to spill halfway down the hallway, like he had been carrying a load of blankets in his arms, dropped three, and never bothered to pick them back up. Empty mugs and random pieces of paper were everywhere. A cardboard box full of bags had been kicked haphazardly under the coffee table.

He pulled the blankets closer to him to make a space for you on the couch, and you tiptoed through the minefield of clothing and shoes to perch there uncomfortably.

“So... Lay?” you prodded.

Suho opened his mouth before he thought better of it and abandoned his words to the quiet. The air filled instead with the sound of dishes clinking in the background as Kai cleaned.

That did you in.

You rocketed off the couch.

“I can't with this bullshit civilized veneer. Lay is missing and you're just sitting here having a think? I went to track someone down, someone who had the same ring that I pulled out of my fucking skin last night, only to find out that apparently she doesn't exist!

“I'm losing my mind, Suho. Please... can't you just tell me what's going?” By the end of your rant, you had deflated back into the couch.

Suho looked taken aback at your outburst, expression caught halfway between concerned and fearful.

It was Kai who spoke this time. “This woman... what did she look like?”

You were tempted to just clam up, take a vow of silence until the heavens decided to rain answers down upon you. But reason intervened. For Lay, you told yourself. Maybe you'd have better luck with Pretty Boy.

“She has long, dark hair. The few times I've seen her, it's been styled in a sleek ponytail. Wears a lot of white.”

“That's her,” Kai told Suho. “That must be who I saw Lay with.” He turned to look at you with solemn eyes. “I saw him this morning when I was out running errands. He was with a woman that matched that description exactly.”

She's real? You felt breathless from the possibility, the sudden light at the end of the tunnel. “Well, where'd they go?”

Kai shook his head. “I don't know. I had assumed it was you. Lay's been pretty talkative lately... I didn't want that to change.” You could hear the wistful warmth in his voice and your hackles lowered. Overgrown Teddy Bear might actually be alright.

“Well.. Lay should be fine then, right? If he was walking with Solin... It's not like someone kidnapped him.”

The quiet was enough of a response to spike your uncertainty.

“You said this person, Solin? She had the same ring as you?” Suho asked.

“Yeah.”

He got up to pace, pulling at his ear.

“I see...”

“What does that me--”

“Bring it here,” he interrupted you, turning to Kai. The other man disappeared down the hallway. You heard the soft sound of one of the doors clicking shut, then jolted a moment later as a rolling collection of thuds reverberated through the house.

Suho kept pacing as if this were a normal occurrence.

Kai came stalking out a moment later, a scowl on his face. “Your room's a fire hazard, man, how many times do I have to tell you? Clean your shit up or you can find someone else to be your messenger.”

“I will, I will,” Suho murmured distractedly, holding his hand out. Kai rolled his eyes and tipped something into his waiting palm before stomping back down the hallway and slamming the door shut.

“Did it look like this?”

Suho held out his hand. A silver band lay cradled there. A blue stone, cracked down the middle, one of the surrounding black gemstones missing.

And there it was. Your ring.

You licked dry lips.

“Why do you have my ring? Why did you tell me I have to stay close to Lay?” What's going on?

Suho gave you searching look. You gave him one back. You weren't sure he was the person you first thought he was anymore.

“Do you remember anything?”

“What am I supposed to be remembering?! Why does everything have to be so cryptic? Just tell me Suho.”

Suho gave you the saddest smile and placed the ring in your hand.

“Those are things you can only remember yourself.”

Monday again.

It rained the whole week. Suho sent you useless little texts at the beginning of each day, just a simple “X” that you knew meant another day had passed without Lay coming home. You wore the ring all the time, but no new memories came to you. It was still the same broken ring.

Other strange things were happening, too. You kept... seeing things. You never could quite catch what it was, a quick flicker in the corner of your eye that was gone when you looked it straight on.

It was frustrating to be so helpless and to feel as if you saw something that nobody else did. It wasn't as if you could turn to Suho anymore. That fountain had dried up, and you had no desire to return to it. Just thinking about that man infuriated you and pained you in equal measure. That had been a trust exercise and your partner had let you fall.

You'd had a few meltdowns. You'd called out of work one day, too miserable to leave bed. You quickly learned what a mistake that'd been. Isolated in your apartment, you had only too much time to overthink.

So now, you spent long hours riding buses all over the city hoping to catch the man who had lit up your ring. You weren't sure if he was important, but you couldn't shake the odd feeling he gave you. Music looped through your earbuds, background music to faces with stories you'd never know and a night sky bright with artificial lights. You'd sink into a near-daze between stops, grateful for the break from your thoughts.

It was not your stranger you found unexpectedly that night, but Sehun. He was waiting for the bus you had just alighted from.

He gave you a stricken look and surged to meet you.

“Find him,” Sehun said, aggrieved.

You closed your eyes and let a long exhale pass through your lips before speaking.

“Don't you think I would've if I knew where he was? Why don't you lot ever do anything about it?” Each word slid thickly from your tongue, heavy with your exhaustion. Out of all people, why did it have to be him that you ran into?

Sehun hauled you close by your collar, jarring you so violently you bit your tongue.

“It's because of you he's like this. Can't remember his own name, can't control himself. I despise you,” he spat. “We lost Chanyeol for your worthless waste of space because, what, Yixing loves you?” He gave you the absolute filthiest look you had ever been subjected to. “I doubt you're even capable of that.

“But if you could do one thing to repent for your miserable existence, it would be to bring him back.”

A shock lit into both of you. Sehun's eyes shot to the hand you had laid on his arm, the one with your ring. He pushed you away, a flash of terror lighting his eyes before he whirled and boarded the bus.

Left in the margins of the city, only one word rang through you.

Yixing.

It tasted of things you almost knew.

Dreams had but forgotten...

A flower.

Something blue and bright and –

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A/N: So... we’re all in agreement that we’re ignoring that last A/N, right?

To those who have been waiting, I am indebted to you and grateful for your patience. I can’t promise this won’t happen again (see last chapter), but coming back to this story is like picking up a conversation with an old friend after a long absence. I hope it’s like that for you, too.

Thank you for reading.

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kaisooficrec · 4 years ago

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Hello! First time asker but longtime follower from 2014 ❤️ I love hurt/comfort so I would like to request fics where Jongin or Soo get jealous! The whole plot can revolve around it or it can just be a scene or chapter in a bigger plot/fic. Thank you!

OMG hello lovely anons!! Since 2014, that is such an honour!! We have soooo many jealous kaisoo fics, we hope this will make up for waiting so long /cries

jealous kyungsoo:

Sucker - continuation to Tempo/Heaven jgjfj bad boy soo and soft nini >>>> anything else tbh (this series has both of them jealous!!!)

Can You Handle My Cue? - Canon compliant, Smut, Fluff, Humor. THE AMOUNT OF PUNS, my lord. TaeKai went on a very platonic pool date and Kyungsoo is not having it. Until Jongin shows him just how fun pool can be and how loved he is.

is that jealousy, i see? - PWP, non AU. Kyungsoo finds a KaiStal picture on Twitter and Jongin finds his jealous boyfriend incredibly sexy.

Say my Name - Single Dad!AU, FLUFF. This one is just self-indulgent because Kyungsoo is jealous of Jongin being the first one to be called by his own little daughter. Beautiful domestic sweetness.

Confession - Fluff, College!AU. Kyungsoo receives an unexpected confession from THE Kim Jongin and enjoys getting to know him and spending time with him. Until Sehun shows up and expresses a bit too much affection for the younger. EXO OT9 so their squads are toptier.

Hearts & Empires - The Selection!AU, Modern Royalty!AU, Fluff, Angst, 26 chapters and counting. Do Kyungsoo was one of the Selected by mistake. It was against his will. He hated being in the palace and he hated the crown prince. But will he say the same when he has found himself getting jealous whenever the crown prince spends his time with the other Selected?

Secret Love Story - they’re roommates and even tho they’re bfs, ksooo doesn’t open us easily due to his past and jongin is still very patient with him. ksoo also gets jealous of jongin’s friend luhan

(Won’t You) Build Me Up - engineer!jongin and architect!soo were once best friends since childhood and then boyfriends but they broke up and then meet again when they’re older and become neighbours. kyungsoo has a project and works on a new house for jongin

Imprint - kyungsoo works in a library and sees a guy spacing out with his headphones on and then they talk. he thinks jongin has a gf who always comes with him and kyungsoo is jealous

jealous jongin:

Jongin Watches 100 Days My Prince - kgdjj inspo by soo’s drama….jealous nini and soo dressing up as a prince ;))))))

Your scent - Jongin gets jealous watching Kyungsoo kiss someone on set(Abo Au)

No one liked the green-eyed monster - Jongin is upset about kyungsoos drama and they have a bit of a falling out( there seems to be a theme with the jealous Jongin fics)

flip the switch - ABO Mechanics, smut, fluff. Kyungsoo just has a lot of affectionate friends but his alpha boyfriend does not like it.

is this how i die?(probably not) - Fluff, forced ChanSoo. Nothing new, just Jongin not understanding why he can’t be partnered with his favourite hyung in photoshoots.

Jealousy - Smut, Fuckbuddies!AU. It doesn’t matter if they argue (among other things) every time they meet, Kyungsoo is Jongin’s, and only Jongin’s.

Little Green Monster - Humor, Fluff. Jongin shouldn’t have tried to sabotage Chanyeol’s lunch for snuggling Kyungsoo to sleep, and payback didn’t have to go that hard on him.

Traces - Smut. Another one where Chanyeol annoys Jongin and awakes his territorial instincts. Kyungsoo just enjoys. *wink wink*

Yours - Married!AU, Fluff. Kyungsoo is happy to rebuild his awkward friendship with his ex-boyfriend Hyunsik but when Jongin knows, it takes even more effort.

0.4 - Married!AU, Light Angst, Oneshot. Kyungsoo doesn’t mind Jongin’s “strict” love but one day, he snaps. Whew, it escalated quickly and not in the freaky way.

When Jealousy Hits Jongin - Established RelationshipAU, Fluff, Humor, OT12. Jongin gets jealous watching *his* Kyungsoo’s interactions with the boys. I am no softie but at this point, Tao is my child.

Write Me Into Your Fiction, Hyung - Fluff, Humor, Chaptered. Jongin just wants Kyungsoo to notice him instead of obsessing over EXO M, but he’s too busy writing fanfiction. BaekSoo as bestfriends>>>

and they were rommates - Friends-to-lovers, Romance, Oneshot. Kyungsoo is set on confessing to his roommate and bestfriend Jongin after his return from a trip. What he doesn’t expect is said Jongin to have a boyfriend and him suddenly getting irrtated whenever Sehun came over for help or support.

Insidious - Non AU, Psychological Horror, side!KrisYeol. Jongin’s attraction to Kyungsoo has nothing to do with the superficiality of Kai’s fanservice with D.O. When he realizes that and discovers Kyungsoo’s crush on Chanyeol, the young boy resorts to extreme methods. Damn, that was an intense fic. Please proceed with caution.

I Am Happy When I Am With You - ABO Mechanics, Smut, Fluff. Alpha!Jongin always felt possessive towards his friend Kyungsoo but never worked up the courage to confess. It only gets worse when Omega!Kyungsoo offers to share his first heat with him. Cute idiots in love.

Off screen - jongin is jelly jelly because kyungsoo had a kiss on screen with his co-star actress :))

Can’t Stand it Babe (Gotta Have You) - office au, co-workers and friends flirt with ksoo and jongin is having none of that

have a fake bf/gf to make the other jealous:

The Friend Zone - HunHan are tired of how dense Kyungsoo is with his bestfriend!Jongin and hire Taemin to make his realize that the Eternal Friendzoned boy actually friendzoned his bestie. Humor and super gay Luhan.

To Steal You with a Kiss - Humor, Smut, side!Chanbaek. Kyungsoo and Kai are only friends with benefits but Kyungsoo wouldn’t mind feeling a little more loved. And what’s better than making Jongin jealous and fake dating his friend Ren. This is the first fic I read with a NU’EST member (Choi Minki).

both are jealous:

Miss Me - Smut, Romance. All of South Korea knows Actor!Kyungsoo for being husband material and CEO!Jongin for being one of the hottest bachelors in the country. What they don’t know is that they only have eyes for each other. (both are jealous here)

A Heart at Peace - top top! this is a good drama ad pining in one where they’re jealous without realizing that. jongin is junmyeon’s younger brother and a friend, or so kyungsoo thinks but jongin has stronger feelings towards kyungsoo than just being friends

like glass - roommates kaisoo / housemates. first they just lived together and ksoo took care of jongin very well even if jongin had a gf at that time then jongin realizes that ksoo is the best person he could ever ask for

Happy reading ~ Admin Cookie & Admin J

#kaisoo #kadi #dika #fic request #exo #r:possessive kai #r:possessive soo #j #admin cookie

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onyourhyuck · 2 years ago

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𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐊ᵃ𝐫𝐦𝐚 [ Season 3 ]

Now Part 4 !! || —> Next Part 5.

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From warmest lungs come whitest clouds, a humble gift of the sun that is simply heaven bound; and this is the beauty of the cold rainy days, to show us what it is to feel the humid droplets of rain threatening to spill out the grey clouds,

But even though it is a gloomy image spreading in the distance, with the ground flooding and the windows ratting with,

The day still seems as important and as magical everyone imagined it to be. The bride and groom were happy nevertheless, and at the end of the day, their wedding photos turned out absolutely beautiful to their expectations.

The preproduction of the venue was up to date to the theme that the bride has wanted it to be, a simplistic white theme with roses and a three-tier expensive looking cake, along with family and close friends to cherish the lovely day with.

Rumbling guests chattering amongst themselves, even the priest— who was picked on the last minute because somehow… Jisung has begged Johnny to be the priest. The real reason was because the original priest who was booked, has dipped and refused to go and do the job due to the heavy storms today.

The place however, was soon to be interrupted by two police officers roaming in as freely as if it were their home on a Sunday evening back from work. Areum never invited them but she ignored the presence, as she looks down at Nayoung and Minjae.

“Hey, go and play with Dalli and Daehyun. Oh and stick to Uncle Doyoung and auntie Jisoo.”

The children skip around with a big smile, together meeting with the two slightly older twins; and the couple sitting by with a champagne in their hands, looking like a rich older sophisticated couple. The large venue also invited Haechan, who would Jisung be if he didn’t invite his ‘favourite hyung’, right?

Kun, Yangyang and Renjun were let off work, all thanks to Jeno’s boastful invite . These three soldiers were surrounded by Mina’s co-workers from the daycare nursery.

And finally, Areum had to bring her three plusd Mark ,Karina and Mr Ahn. Her boss was surprisingly half drunk already, dancing on the dance floor as if there was no tomorrow. Mark and Karina roaming the food aisle section, digging in freely.

Areum notices a taller figure shadowing over her, voice rutting, her clearing it obnoxiously. She walks past the man, and he simply follows as he’d begin to pull the journalist outside the heavily occupied room, more quiet where the alcoholic drinks were.

“I don’t think you were invited.” Areum speaks first, cutting the detective like a deep blade ready to stab and stab all over again. The clear dislike for the police itself was really there and she did not bother to hide it. Baekhyun said nothing but his eyes fall down to his hands where a white letter with red writing opens up from the folds,

The journalist peaks down to the letter he reveals casually to her, with large red ink written title ‘Warrant’ as well as the courts justice signature for proof. The smug detective would watch the fallen disappointing expression on Areum, but somehow rolls eyes. As expected, of course they’d get a warrant to be extra careful and precise.

Areum looks away and Baekhyun puts the paper back in a square-four folds, tucking it back into the pockets fancily. “Now, I’m assure you know why I’m here so let’s get to the point.”

Another silent answer from Areum. Baekhyun begins to realise that the woman was merely ignoring his existence, as her focus was down on the food in the plates, nearly presented for the consumers to ear. He sighs dramatically “Unless, you want me to stay. Which I’m aware you don’t want that, so quickly give me a statement.”

He hears nothing from the unbothered woman. Areum curls the fingers at the small macaroons, taking a plate. She lifts the pink French classic dessert with the fingers, nomming into it as her eyes meet Baekhyun.

The man watches her eat, the woman humming in awe at the exquisite taste.

“Miss Park, can you cooperate with me here?” Baekhyun asks. Areum swallows the food, bringing the plate down. “Look, Detective. I already said my statement, which is I don’t know anything. Now if you please tag along with your boyfriend over there and get out.”

Baekhyun turns around seeing Chanyeol standing awkwardly like a sore thumb around the fancy dressed up guests for the wedding. Baekhyun looks back at Areum, clearing his voice. “I’m afraid I won’t leave unless I get a real statement.”

Areum gives a fake smile. Somehow, the police officer’s determination was aspiring, aspiring to failure , areum would think. Unfortunately for the man, who truly did nothing wrong to be disliked or hated; but the woman still somehow found ways to dislike his presence inside and out. Areum will be the death of him metaphorically.

No one can get through Park Areum and make her confess or find out any information from her. It’s impossible with journalists, and it’s even more impossible with a journalist like Areum herself.

“Very well,” Areum would say. “Completely your choice detective, stay. Enjoy my brother’s wedding.” She’d tell him, grabbing the plate and leaving with it to join the others. Baekhyun mentally sighs.

He has such an easy job, but it’s rather proven to be difficult when it comes to Park Areum.

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Jisung would pull the knife with Mina’s hands on top of his, cutting the cake slice open. The people massively clap and cheer, some whistling and some jumping around wanting a cake slice already to eat. The group gathering around,

Areum smiling as her camera focuses on the moment, capturing the wedding pictures.

“Now who wants a cake?” Jisung jokes about. Nayoung’s jumps up and down by the side. “Me! Uncle Ji, I want cake!”

“I will do the honours and spoon feed you, princess nayoung.” The groom dramatically tells, Mina smiling and laughing as she holds Minjae in the arms. Areum turns around to pinpoint the speaker with the music dj and sound track, slow dancing music arriving the area.

Everyone stops and gasps as they realise it is the time for the groom and bride to twirl in and begin the dancing spiral trail, where slowly others would join beside them for the beautiful night.

Jisung caught in a prance, Nayoung and Minjae fell off their hands to join the others, as the guests step back forming a small dance circle. The groom, wearing the enrich black and white tuxedo with a white rose pinned on the collar, looks in awe at the woman he can finally call his wife, for an eternity; The bride, looks back with just as amount of love and eagerness,

The man approaches, hands pulling the bride forward in a soft embrace with hands creeping round the waist so naturally,

Their bodies felt such a safe place hold for anything, it’s as if their bodies interlinked. Mina’s breathe hitches, feeling the way Jisung’s hands held a tight hold on the beautiful wedding dress. Slow music calming the busy venue, as it follows the couple.

Jisung whispers, only things mina could hear so clearly. “I dreamed of this day so many times, is this a dream?” these words of doubt was almost lethal. Mina’s eyes softening, as she moves her hands to hold on the jawline, their eyes reconnecting.

Mina smiling softly, the tip toes on short high heels perk upwards, lifting her body to lean in; the bride’s lips capturing a long lasting soft kiss on him. Jisung flustered, still had returned the kiss with the arms pulling his wife with help.

“It’s not a dream, love.” Mina encouragingly told. “This is real. I love you.” she confesses, their attached lips breaking apart and Jisung felt a rush of serotonin in the stream,

“I love you too.” Jisung utters, bewitched by a woman called now his wife.

Slowly, couples start to join the slow dance right after Jisung and Mina’s short confession. The Kim Couple; Doyoung and Jisoo, join the party very quickly as they slow dance nearby the bride and groom.

Jisoo resting her chest on Doyoung’s, as he leads the dance. Then Mr Ahn seemingly found himself a partner to dance with.

Jeno wasn’t going to be just fashionably late, if he weren’t to magically ask his own wife out to dance right?

Areum felt a hand next to her in offer come out, turning around to be met with dark Iris pupils gazing into her sulking eyes. The woman tuts the tongue, he hearing the light tongue kiss in annoyance.

“May you give me the honour to the dance, Miss Park?” Jeno sways forward, awaiting a patient answer. Areum sighs, “I’m afraid I already promised someone else a dance.”

The stubborn woman put up a fight, with all the right reasons to be upset if he were to be honest— very well deserved. He came late to her brother’s wedding, but he was more than devoted at the end to arrive at least when the dance for the couples began.

Jeno smirks, with that flirtatious smug that Areum always hated, but somehow, came to love over the years. “I’m sure you can make an excellent expectation and dance with me first.”

How persistent, Areum thought. He was most and definitely grovelling and will grovel for Areum at a week least. The hand stays still awaiting to be held, the woman looks at it and then up at Jeno. She slowly took the hand and lead to the dance floor with hundreds of people dancing in synch to the slow romantic lullaby on speakers,

Intense gaze hardly broke between them. Jeno was merely in a hypnosis, admiring how beautiful his wife was with the wedding clothes and maid of honour dress— with the way she was upset and trust Lord he knows it very well. He’s terrified with his wife’s anger, but he can deal to make up for it. He sometimes wonders, what Areum is thinking in that head of hers to be looking up at Jeno with such a deep magnifying eyes making him intimidating at times.

Areum mutters out, half annoyed. “You said you would make it here before the cake cutting.”

The man’s lips fall at a line, this was a situation that she wouldn’t really forgive him quickly. It is her only family member’s wedding, he was expected to be there from the morning and since he’s also a busy man with a busy job; she can understand he can’t be there in the morning. But the cake? He himself stated to her yesterday night he would be there on time.

Jeno softly speaks, he did feel guilty. “I know, I am sorry. I ran into traffic because of the storm, but that’s not an excuse. I should’ve cleaned my schedule for this.”

She sighs, her hands latch themselves on the sharp jawline, pulling jeno’s face down to match on the lips. Areum deeply kissing him and him in shock, he stands still with eyes closed. Muscular hands attaching deep on the hips through the dress fabric, areum lightly pulls apart from the cold lips that began to heat up from her own mouth’s warmth and effect she has on him.

He used to be so heartless and cold, Areum was his epiphany to a new life where he could be living comfortably in heat. Warmth he longed for so long.

“Forget it.” Areum orders. “Life doesn’t always go as planned. Sometimes life takes a complete left instead of a right. Do not feel guilty for something you cannot control.”

“And please, who would I be if I didn’t record this from the start?” Areum smirks, Jeno’s guilty and saddened face lit up with his eyebrows curving on his forehead. He smiles, “no way, you did that?” Jeno croaks out with a short laugh.

Areum nods, tilting head at the man. He smiles, leaning down kissing her lips once again. “God, you’re amazing.” He thrills out.

While couples were busy exploring themselves, the singles (cough mark and Karina) were left in some sort of La La love musical.

Karina hums bored, if anything the woman wishes to dance but the only guy her age of interest is Mark. Now, you might ask why can’t she just ask him to dance right?

Well, these two have some sort of rivalry for whoever is areum’s best assistant. These two are more like oil and water, mismatching and opposites— but at times, that opposites attract begin to form something called likeness. The co-workers merely are at stage one, pushing at stage two where Mark lee has become hypo aware of the feelings for Karina, but he simply…

Chooses not to confess even though it kills him to see Karina look at other people that isn’t him. He needs that little push to finally make him snap… Standing between the food on the long table, the beautiful Karina stands still as he turns around with his eyes, watching her intensely as he bit his lip to find the courage to ask her just one tinsy thing.

He can’t believe he’s about to ask his co-worker this. “Karina, do you dance?” Mark finally spoke, out of nowhere cutting off Karina’s inner thoughts and thinking.

She turns around raising an eyebrow at him, “yeah, why?” And that is when the sudden confidence has disappeared, crushed and hidden away. The boy stutters, looking ahead at the couples dancing in front of them, no longer looking into her pretty eyes. “No reason.” Mark coughs.

He couldn’t see the immense disappointment painting on the young woman’s face, Karina sighing lightly. What else was she expecting, Karina thought that maybe, just maybe, Mark might ask her; but clearly not. She turns around no longer looking at Mark who greatly upset her,

But a tan slender hand forward invades the eyes. A young guy came forward to ask the pretty girl if Mark wasn’t going to do it. “Would you like to dance, miss?” Karina looks up hearing the guy with a challenging expression and a smirk forming on the lips with ease and confidence oozing out— something Mark lee is lacking right now.

She raises her eyes, judging Haechan from head to toe. She never met him, but she definitely seen of him. “You’re miss park’s friend right?” Karina questions.

“Awh you remembered me. But yes, indeed that’s me.” Haechan curls forward, eyes falling to side-watch Mark’s jealous expression with those dangerous round eyes of his marking Haechan when his face leans down to Karina to look closer and whisper words, that Mark could not bear to hear.

Haechan exclaims shockingly. “Areum never told me she had such a pretty assistant near her at all times. If she told me, I might be there twenty four seven.” Mark mentally gags hearing the younger boy flirt with his colleague.

Somehow he needs to thank Lee Haechan for his part in this conversation that no one hardly invited in to but only himself. Mark was done watching the man steal someone he’s been having eyes on a lot longer and with better intentions than Hyuck. The Canadian boy steps between them when Karina was thinking if she should do it as a plan B.

To the girl’s surprise Mark was blocking Haechan’s hand to be taken by Karina, the man speaking with control. “She already has a partner to dance with, go tag and find someone else.” Mark lightly spat, and Haechan whistles with hands in the air surrendering with no offence to fight back at the angered man.

“Whoa Marky boy, calm down. How about us two dance instead?” Hyuck teases with his eyebrow slit raising up to simply annoy the smart man in front of him. Mark glares with a raise of disgust by the thought of being held by Haechan, only because it’s Lee Haechan— if he was to be stuck for a day with him he would’ve killed him or himself .

It’s the hard truth but Haechan is just one of those people he has zero built up patience for and Mark, is a man of god who is patient for everyone 99% of the time.

“I already have a dance partner, it’s Karina.” Mark exclaims, with his hands falling to link themselves around Karina. The girl’s lips fall apart in surprise, watching Mark in awe. The man was glaring at Haechan, with a half smirk. Haechan exaggerating, gasps and complains. “Shame, she really is a dime isn’t she?”

With the chit chattering cut off for Mark’s timetable, he pulled the young glamorous woman in on the dance floor, Karina still as shocked as ever but nevertheless— thrilled and static with happiness running in her veins. These two dance their life away with each other,

Haechan sighs watching everyone dance. “Took him long enough to confess.” He spoke with shock and disbelief— if he were Mark who was in love with Karina, he’d be claiming her left and right. However the Canadian boy was much distant and slow at cooperating his feelings. Haechan could only do him a favour and act as a threat to Mark, making him seem interested in the young assistant.

He can’t believe it took him a small flirtatious action at Karina and Mark was shaking with boiling anger in his veins. Who knew Mark could be really intimidating and scary when jealous?

Travelling behind the scenes stands a silhouette figure, outshining and clearly not blending in the background nor the theme of the wedding. The young woman lurks like an eagle hunting, spying and scoping— seemingly to be looking for something or…

Someone.

Everyone was busy enjoying themselves at the party as well as keeping their best shoes on for dancing. The red hair man however, was not, his eyes caught on the moment her distant eery body language turns away from the crowd. She was taking actions of a loner, but who would be a loner at a wedding party?

The mysterious woman was a diamond piece, shining directly at Haechan who was an awful perk for having a diploma in nosiness. So when she suddenly heads out the entrance, finding the way to escape, The man follows her from behind.

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Green exit logo flickers off and on with the green LED light, a swoosh of nightfall breeze hitting in; the wrapped up woman taking one step out to escape, till something blocks the way. He cuts her off by the last door, leaning the rest of the body mass strength onto the doorframe. The woman looks up, questioning the man flashing her a flirty upwards smirk, deeply.

She’d pause. He spoke upbeat and extremely openly with his extroverted friendliness. “Hey there short peach, I don’t know you but I’m afraid I was in charge of the invites.” The girl hears silence once the upbeat man paused, merely for dramatic applause. He lightly whispers condescendingly with arrogance. “I don’t remember inviting your face round here.”

She raised an eyebrow. Despite the long and very strong accusations the young woman has shown no sign of botheredness. You’d suppose she is really going with the motto, fake it till you make it.

Ryujin disagrees, softly poking the hand blocking her way to exit, pulls haechan away as she walks away now. “Sorry I have a boyfriend.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time someone said that to me but ended up in my bed the next morning.”

The man said with a load of dump information, smuggling his eyes onto the woman to not lose track.

Body falls off the wall he has supported himself on to stop the girl from leaving. Haechan scrunched his face, balling saliva and tongue together at the corner of his lips, forms a ball poking on his right cheek. He was now, very much annoyed by the ignorant young girl. How dare she pull the ‘change the subject’ card on him. Especially when that was not his intention.

He was quick to turn around with a blank expression twisting into his flirtatious act. Following the mysterious stranger from behind. He knows she’s suspicious, his intuition and brain was raging it. “That’s fine baby, he really doesn’t need to know.”

Haechan half heartedly laughs, eyes squinting as his lips pucker into this annoying prat’s smirk that only high school fuckboys pull when they wish to harass girls for something; but instead it was Haechan trying to find out the truth of this stranger crashing his friend’s wedding. More like spying.

Not hearing a reply back, Ryujin was quick to gather on her motorcycle, tucking legs on the metallic feet paddles attach to the vehicle. She is reaching forward for the safety helmet but suddenly a tan thin spindly hand with miniature freckles takes it off the girl. The helmet was spun round the hand by a long index finger, flinging it like a yo-yo playtoy.

She lets out a soft growing growl as eyes scan where it was taken by the boy previously following her like an annoying stray dog without a home. She final glares, hands snatching the item rotating freely by the one thin finger. Haechan smirks watching how her agitation grows minute by minute.

“Short peach.” He trails leaning down to the small yet neatly structured motorbike roaring its engine out with bright clear headlights flipping on by the switch pulled. Ryujin scoffs, “you’re going to get hurt if you do not move out my way right this instant. Not that I care though.” Her lips push out with a dangerous smile. A smile that wishes pain on the boy.

“I love a little pain, darling. I am very much a masochist.” He teases forward, winking.

But even though this woman was a clear enemy of his who wouldn’t care if he were to die or survive. Haechan found it absolutely thrilling of his incurable boredom, because it was exciting to see such dynamite reactions from her. It’s been a while since someone wanted him dead— best believe it turns his boorish little unalive heart to beat again. He smiles mischievously.

“C’mon you entered and left. Aren’t you one of the guests, yes or no?”

Ryujin quietly utters out, tilting head. Oh how painfully she is torturing the boy in front of her. He is awaiting answers but all his questions were lead by another question. “Why so curious huh?”

“Well, I know for a fact Jisung is a loser who has no friends and somehow bags himself a woman he calls his wife now. The guests were either family or close friends. Now tell me, which one were you?” Haechan carefully interrogates the cyclist with crossed arms, though keeping steady weight on the bike so she would not ride off however she pleases.

Awaiting a response his face was met with Ryujin forward through the open small rectangle on the helmet. Eyes staring into Haechan’s black pupils, his eyes were as big as the sun itself considering she can see her own self in them. “Fuck around and find out, pretty boy.” Ryujin mouths.

Next thing the mere mafia solider knew was a strong breeze with rain hitting the bare nape behind his long mullet hair, body dropping simply by sliding off when the motorbike powerfully drives off the property with high fuel. Large black smoke inhale in the nose, Haechan coughs. He sees the trail of smoke leaving, letting the bike go free. But not completely free.

He grins like a nerd who has passed all his high school exams with a hundred percent. He stands up slowly, as haechan’s ears soon hear a loud beeping sound with red dot alert on the phone’s screen.

It was a map with a red dot moving constantly around. A tracker.

She did say fuck around and find out, Haechan thought. Little does the young woman know that she told this to the most annoyingly persistent mafia in the world who does not know when to give up.

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Though the night was young and wild, blasting their carefree relentless minds at ease with such bumming music dumping through the windows and walls making it impossible to not hear how loud their songs are— as well as their voices.

One person was surely feeling the need for peace and quiet however. That person, would be Areum. The journalist really wasn’t used to parties and constant music on, if she decided to stay in that party for longer she felt like her drums were going to explode.

Turning back around looking in the windows from the outside. Areum saw Mina and Jisung, smiling ear to ear, wide. The groom and the bride were only starting their first chapter of their life, she couldn’t be more happy for them.

The sweet moment has dimmed down once the time reveals the groom and the bride beginning a music change of dance disco genre. Areum squints her eyes forward, not believing her eyes. Mina and Jisung were doing a dance battle.

“And they say romance is dead.” Areum chuckles shaking her head, even if they are adults who just got married they still have time to be children themselves.

A shiver sent against the arms, Areum simply holds her body in an embrace keeping warm. It was colder at night but the rain really helps the weather to be freezing. The journalist stands nearby the car park, wearing the black formal dress fitting in the wedding theme from before. Hands shift back and forth down the arms sidelines, Areum’s lips softly blow out a white smoke coming out her mouth.

It was so cold that her breath was a white thick layers of smoke. But the cold was tolerable, surprisingly. Areum found it really peaceful, finding the inner calmness in herself to admire the full moon above in the sky. A large ball unable to miss it along with the stars that seem way too shiny on this day.

Just when inner peace was found, a guy stands next to her, tucking the cold reddish hands in the front pockets. He’d break the silence, “how come when disaster strikes it’s you always involved?”

Baekhyun questions turning his head only to the right direction facing her whilst his body stands straight, just like Areum’s. He wondered this question for eternity it feels like.

She speaks lowly as more smoke escapes her quivering lips. “A journalist job is to be present in everything.”

Detective Baekhyun goes amused, laughs a bit finding her reasoning fair but awfully witty. He simply radiates back the same energy response, raising one of his eyebrows at her.

“Is being stubborn and annoying a trait for the journalist too?”

“Mayhaps.” Areum turns her face towards Baekhyun, jokingly speaking back. “Is it cop’s personality to be crashing people’s weddings outta nowhere?”

He whistles hearing those words from the woman, fiddling on his tip toe shoes. “Touché. Fair enough. Can’t argue with you on that.”

“But seriously speaking now, won’t you tell me the truth? We both know very well you were the last person to see Mr Tong.”

“I have evidence and facts to prove that and easily detain you up in a cell for twenty four hours. The only reason I haven’t resolved into doing that is because I know you’re a clever woman.”

Baekhyun has caught Areum’s face faltering at every sentence he’s spoken with. All this friendly act and banter makes it impossible to like the detective because Areum, as stubborn as this will sound to many, she won’t open up even if it costs her life. Baekhyun’s threat does not scary her. She wouldn’t mind being detained for twenty four hours, in fact she wouldn’t care if she was detained for longer.

He hears silence. Areum went back to not speaking or answering him at all, because he confronted the problem that he needs answers for. It’s his job to do so.

Baekhyun softly lowers his eyes. “It’s frustrating to admit it but yes, you are intelligent and strong. I’m envious of that. You steal all of our cases because you’re quicker and better. But surely you have enough common sense to just own up and tell us your statement.”

Explaining how he feels this much pent up emotions he opened up so easily to Areum. But nevertheless the heartless hardcore work-alcoholic stays on her two glued feet on the ground. She can’t give up her parents case, she would have no choice but to hand it to the police. It wasn’t hers to begin with. She stole it. Baekhyun only want the case back, Areum told herself mentally.

She will uncover the truth about her family. She won’t give it up, that’s like giving up on her parents. Mr Tong didn’t die in vain for Areum to break and tell the truth to a detective out of all people.

Areum calmly said. “I already told you, I know nothing.” Baekhyun looks away in disbelief before turning to look at the formal clothed woman with a gaze.

“What if i told you I know what you’re digging up?” He trails quietly.

Areum raised an eyebrow amused, not believing one bit the bluff. “Hmm what would that be then, detective Baekhyun?” She lingers taking one step forward to the man, with her chin raised glaring with alluring eyes. She was intimidating him.

He takes a step back shuddering as the woman’s presence was far too much in control of the situation but he was desperate. Desperate for leads to the case himself. In fact he never intended to return it back to his chief, he wanted to do his own just like Areum. He slowly moves his hand across the leather jacket opening it, his fingers tap on the thin layer of paper resembling a thin photo.

“These are your parents, aren’t they?” Baekhyun spoke. The photo revealing to be two police officers just like the one Areum saw previously at Mr Tong’s place.

He saw Areum gulp her saliva down harshly, as she takes the photo by the edge softly with her fingertips. She does not break eye contact from the photo.

Areum softly spoke a whisper. “You knew them?” Baekhyun sighs out quietly. “Yes, I was an intern at the time. Your parents took great care of me at work. It was a shame when i heard they have passed away.”

The woman painfully closes her eyes and finally looks away from the photo. She pushes the photo card back into Baekhyun’s chest.

Areum harshly spat. “What’s your deal?” The woman fills her tone with wrath, this wasn’t how she planned her brother’s special day to be. “If you want me to back away from the case you’ll have to do a lot more than that.” Areum angrily said.

“Who said I want you to leave the case alone?” Baekhyun suddenly utters out confused. “My intentions were to team up with you. We both want to uncover the truth about them.” Areum let’s out a scoff hearing him speak about being partners, there’s no way she can trust a cop. She starts to walk away turning her back on the officer.

Areum kicks the stones underneath the fancy heels, as she quickly walks out with stomps indicating that she was really holding out her anger. How could he pull a photocard of her parents and think some sappy story could make her snap and crack to expose her crimes of stealing information from the police station. Even though she did technically steal it, she won’t admit to it. It’s her parents case at the end of the day and the police don’t help willingly.

It’s the sad truth. As Areum matches up to the entrance to join the wedding party once again, Baekhyun was quick to cut her off by jogging up and stopping in front of the woman. He forces her to look at him, showing her his pleading eyes and desperation on the face. She looks at him with her heart stopping temporarily.

Why did she feel like she could trust him? What makes him so familiar with her? Why was she actually crumbling for this detective? Areum hated this so much. She hates how soft she can get, and she hates how this detective specifically is devoted to her parents. Areum has discovered that they were police officers behind her back all their life, and what makes her so jealous and hurt is that Baekhyun knew that.

He knows them personally more than she could ever know them. He’s closer to them more than she ever was when they were alive and now that they are dead; she won’t ever have a relationship like he had with them. It hurts even more now that Jisung’s case is even worse. They died when he was really young.

“Areum, you don’t have to work with me but hear me out. People aren’t you are involved a lot more than in this case than you realise. People you wouldn’t expect.”

She pushes Baekhyun off, grunting at the words. “What do you mean? That doesn’t make sense. Me and Jisung are the only ones involved.”

Baekhyun stood still as he were pushed roughly by the two hands, he was suddenly quiet and hesitant.

“Lee Jeno, is involved in the case .”

Areum bites her bottom lip withholding laughter with all her resistance but the joke she heard was far too powerfully. Areum can’t help but think, what’s this nutcase talking about? He really must’ve went mad. The woman bursts a giggle holding the end of her head and stomach. Baekhyun wasn’t laughing however. He was plainly standing still as he watched her seriously.

She softly chuckles, but then noticing how Baekhyun is not laughing. She clears her throat and stops her behaviour immediately. She felt like her entire body shut down the answer and her brain was disclosing it awfully quickly not believing such a thing and she won’t ever believe it. Areum trusts her husband.

“Oh my god detective, you should be a comedian. Did you perhaps think about a career change?”

“I’m being serious, Areum. Jeno killed your parents.” Baekhyun spat half annoyed and the other half completely frustrated.

Areum blinks at Baekhyun not believing him whatsoever but grinning ear to ear at the detective. “Come on, don’t you think you’re being utterly disrespectful painting my parents death that way? How could Jeno murder my parents?”

The detective chides. “I have evidence to prove it. He planned the car crash.” Baekhyun quickly begins, trying his best to convince Areum otherwise. As he suspected before it’s not easy to get a journalist on their side.

“Stop!” Areum shouts explosively breaking down, frowning at the detective. “My husband is innocent. Do not speak low of my family, just because he is the mafia.” She spat backing away once again, glaring with hatred to the police officer. You’d think the police wouldn’t be prejudice but surely they paint the mafia so badly. Areum used to think so too till Jeno and Jaemin have changed her view point completely. “Now I’d appreciate if you never speak to me again.”

Said Areum threateningly. “Or else I’ll take this to court telling them you’re stalking me. That’ll surely take away your badge.”

The journalist stared at the broken detective as she turns away to go inside the building. But halfway in she bumps into a strong wood musk scent and a strong surface pulling her back preventing her to fall. Jeno was on his way outside to collect Areum, only to run into her coincidentally.

He flashes the confused woman down a smile. “Hey we’re about to head home so i was looking for you. Nayoung is getting drowsy.”

Areum with trembling eyes looks up at her husband, seemingly she zoned out watching her husband’s face, still questioning Baekhyun’s accusations. It still doesn’t make sense in her head but why point such a strong allegations onto him of all people.

She shakes her thoughts, she can’t believe she lets Baekhyun get the better of her judgment. How could she analysis the love of her life.

“Areum. Hey… you hear me?” Jeno worryingly said. She shakes her head awkwardly laughing. “Ah sorry I zoned out. Think I had too much to drink.”

“I’ll get the kids and meet you in the car. I’ll tell goodbye to others too.” She tells quick and Jeno nods as he watches Areum leaving inside the building to do as she said.

Jeno couldn’t help but shake the awful tension. Why was his gut feeling acting up?

Though the moment Areum was not in sight his dark menacing expression falls like paint on a canvas, when seeing Baekhyun chilling up front who was already watching the mafia leader. Jeno approaches forward, only to walk past Baekhyun.

The detective was watching Jeno as much as he pleases. Jeno felt his stare a little too obvious but nevertheless he wasn’t here to pick fights. Something tells Jeno that Baekhyun was responsible for Areum’s weirdly off putting behaviour…

His Karma Masterlist.

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prettywordsyouleft · 5 years ago

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Invested

Prompt: #154 for @tanithrea – “I don’t want to hurt you.”

tanithrea said:

154 exo Baekhyun (angst with a rom happy end) Whatever inspiration hits you 👍🏻😉💖

Pairing: Byun Baekhyun x reader

Genre: fluff / gaming au

Warnings: talk of The Sims specifically / gaming in general (though admittedly I don’t know anything about other games outside of The Sims so the terminology may be a little off)

Word count: 1255

When you realised you would be stuck spending days in and out with Baekhyun at home, you had been kind of excited. With work keeping you both busy most days, there wasn’t a whole lot of time shared together. Which sometimes was good, especially when you needed to remain serious and his goofy mannerisms would bother you to no end.

But you were certain during this time together, you would be able to grow as a couple and really connect further. If anything, working from home might have its benefits. You swooned over fantasies of sitting side by side at the dining table on your laptops, legs entangled as you each worked your required amount each day. Or spending hours curled up in each other, light-hearted banter filling the sweet afternoon. Cooking dinner together and then cuddling up under a blanket to watch a movie marathon.

Everything you had envisioned was so sweet, so endearing, so perfect.

Of course, life wasn’t perfect and so you should have guessed that the time at home would be like this. As you stood beside your boyfriend’s gaming computer in his office, you placed your hands on your hips. “Baekhyun.”

“Not now, just give me five-”

“I’ve given you five hours, surely you can spend some time with me right now!”

“I’m so close to a high level. Please, Y/N, come back – ahh! Yes! That’s it! Hey Sehun, are you listening? I just levelled up. Are you anywhere near my squadron?”

Blinking slowly, you sighed, stepping out of the room and left him to it.

“Tomorrow,” you decided firmly.

Only tomorrow came and was followed in the same pattern of work, then individual play. And the same the following day and then the next he almost did an all-nighter.

You seriously contemplated if Baekhyun was dating you or Sehun, his co-worker.

After another disappointing day of being home and not fulfilling any of your couple fantasies, you hovered over the icon on your computer screen, soon clicking it with a giggle.

You weren’t about to just do nothing all day and if Baekhyun planned on gaming his time at home away, you could at least give it a go too. Opening up The Sims, you waited for the load screen to take you to the main page, clicking on Create-A-Sim. And then you got lost in creating yourself, Baekhyun and a version Mongryong, Baekhyun’s corgi as well.

After that, it was building the house and you were deciding on the interior design when you felt arms slide over your shoulders. You grunted, trying to push him off. “What are you doing?”

“Playing.”

“Oh, The Sims?”

“Mm.”

“Did you create us?”

“Mm.”

“Even in game life, you’re thinking of us huh?” he cooed, kissing the top of your head and leaving you to it.

However, he returned a couple of hours later, scratching his head. “Y/N, when’s dinner?”

“In three minutes,” you answered distractedly, sending your sim self over to the kitchen to make some macaroni and cheese.

Baekhyun was quiet for a moment, watching your actions, or that of your sim, and then chuckled. “Babe, I meant for us.”

“Oh. You can cook tonight. I did it for the last few evenings.”

“I suppose I can do that. You might set our apartment on fire if you’re this distracted.”

“I put smoke alarms in.”

“You know, you’re kind of weird with all your game talk.”

Finally lifting up your head to look at Baekhyun, you smirked. “The feelings mutual.”

You admittedly became addicted to the game. As your virtual lives continued, the more you wanted to see it all play out. You spent time bonding with your dog, you went on walks together, and then you did all the things you imagined when you found out you would be staying at home. Baekhyun would come up and kiss you on the cheek whenever he saw you, exclaim how good your cooking was, and even stare at you intently as you talked to him.

Sim Baekhyun, that is.

The real one was kind of put out by your new-found addiction. “Y/N, let’s do something together.”

“We already are. We’re on a date.”

“I meant us. Not them.”

“Oh no, I don’t want to hurt you!” you exclaimed, trying to cancel out the prank your freewill had suddenly come up with. The game was lagging and you tapped at it repeatedly, trying to stop the action before it gave you a negative moodlet.

“You’re hurting me by being more invested in Sim Baekhyun than me. What does he have over me, huh?”

“He’s attentive, spends time with me and doesn’t trade me in for a co-worker to game with. He has a healthy computer usage and prefers to snuggle up on the couch and whisper sweet nothings to me. He’s even proposed.”

“Okay,” Baekhyun breathed heavily, holding up his hands. “Babe, it’s a game.”

“I know.”

“You sound crazy.”

“No, I sound frustrated,” you admitted, closing your laptop lid and turning to face Baekhyun. You had to hide your amusement, the version before you looked much better than your attempts to recreate him. Pushing on with your complaint, you folded your arms across your chest. “Now you know how I felt.”

“What do you mean?”

“I kept coming in to ask you to do something with me and you would shoot me down for squadrons and legions and levels and Sehun! I just wanted to have some romantic bonding time with you and you saw this time as unlimited gaming opportunities.”

“You’re saying I drove you to this virtual life you’ve grown to love?”

You nodded. “If I wasn’t going to get it from you, I knew I could at least dream of someone romantic in the Sims.”

“I’m not that romantic, Y/N.”

“I know.”

“You should have told me, I would have stopped gaming and come and spent time with you.”

“How? You kept telling me, five more minutes or to hang on when I’d ask.”

Baekhyun’s expression softened. “I uh, get a little invested, don’t I?”

“Now you know what it’s like.”

“Well, can I find out what it’s like to spend the evening curled up with you? I’ll cook dinner too.”

“If you just wait for the date to end-”

Taking you in his arms, Baekhyun shook his head adamantly. “No. Not Sim us. Real us. I want to spend some time with you.”

“Just tonight?”

“How about we set an alarm. We each get some alone time and then after that, it’s all about us. What do you think?”

“Admittedly, I’d much rather the time I get to spend with you. Each day in a Sim’s world is only twenty-four minutes long.”

“That’s not nearly enough time to tell you how much I love you,” he replied and you nuzzled into him.

“I love you too.”

“Oh, and as for that proposal. He might have beat me to it in the game, but when the time comes, it’ll be far better than any attempt he gave you.”

“I was in my pyjamas, so I hope so,” you pointed out with a giggle and Baekhyun grinned.

“Well, I don’t have to do much to outdo this then.”

“Hey!” you chided and Baekhyun picked you up, carrying you off to the bedroom suddenly.

He stopped, narrowing his gaze on yours. “How many times did you woohoo?”

“Oh ummm…” Trailing off, you diverted your gaze as he gasped noisily.

“It looks like I have a lot to make up for.”

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severetimetravelnerd · 4 years ago

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Hatred and Love (ft. G Dragon) Mafia AU

Part 3

You think you start to understand Jiyong, but you’re wrong.

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Okay, so this is a mafia AU. It has appearances from Daesung, Taeyang, TOP, Mino, Hanbin and EXO (mostly Kai). This is the chapter where we’re introduced to Kai :)))

Warnings: Violence, Death(not main character), Injury, Blood, Eventual smut, Abduction, Guns and Knives, language.

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You tangled your hands in his hair as you pulled him closer, both of you desperate for each other. He held your waist with one hand while the other slowly moved to unbutton your shirt. You had your hand on his belt buckle, and you were just about to remove it when the phone rang. Both of you pulled away, panting. He continued to look straight into your eyes as he answered the phone,

“Yes?”.

It was your phone. When he heard the reply, he cursed at it, immediately getting angry.

“Y/N, who the fuck is this guy and why does he keep calling you?”

You were also annoyed by whoever the caller was, so when you looked down at the screen, your eyes widened in surprise. It was Jongin, your co-worker. You sounded quite taken aback when you said,

“That’s Kim Jongin. My co-worker and the office flirt.”

Jiyong was already glaring at the phone for having interrupted you, but when he heard that, the glare intensified. From the phone, you could hear Jongin saying,

“I am not the office flirt! Y/N, I literally only flirt with you!”

Without meaning to, you started smiling. Jongin was the first sort-of friend you had. Yes, he flirted with you, but he never put any pressure on you. That was just his way of trying to make you laugh.

“Jongin, you flirt with literally every woman you meet.”

He gasped in mock outrage.

“That is not true Y/N!!”

Immediately, he became serious.

“Y/N, where are you? You haven’t come to work in weeks. All your stuff is still in your apartment. You’re not answering your phone? What’s going on?”

You made eye contact with Jiyong, not knowing what to say. You had been abducted, but you were kind of falling for the man who abducted you. Also, you did not want your dad to know. You didn’t know what to say, but Jiyong solved that problem for you. Responding in the iciest tone you had ever heard him use, he said,

“Don’t worry, she’s safe here. And she’s happy. That’s all you need to know.”

He cut the call and looked back at you, with a light smirk.

“Now where were we?”

You gave him a light smile and you climbed off him, struggling to not laugh at the way his face fell. You stood up, buttoning your shirt.

“Jiyong, you’re injured. It isn’t good for you to indulge in… strenuous activity like this.”

You paused to smile at him.

“We can continue this once your injuries are better. Goodnight.”

And you shut the door behind you as you entered your room, leaning against the door to try and calm yourself down, because it took you great strength to walk out of there and let him recover when you wanted nothing more than to let him fuck you senseless. You tried to go to bed, but as you tossed around in the sheets, you couldn’t think of anything other than the way his tattoo peaked out from under his shirt, or the way his lips felt against your, or the look in his eyes when he looked at you. After trying to sleep for a while, you finally sat up, shaking your head. You knew it was going to be a long night.

Although you barely slept, when you woke up the next morning, you couldn’t help but be in a really good mood. You kept thinking back to the previous night, the kiss, his eyes, everything. You knew you weren’t the only one who cared about him. The looks in his eyes and the way he kissed you proved it. And he told Jongin you were safe. He said you were safe here. That meant he wouldn’t harm you. You weren’t in danger. You had no idea how things were going to pan out, but you were sure that things would work out alright. You were annoyingly happy that day, just waiting for him to come and see you in the night. Which is why you were surprised when Hanbin came into your room in the evening carrying a rope, looking very upset. He couldn’t meet your eyes when he said,

“Y/N, I’m going to need you to come down with me for a bit.”

Although this was making you feel a little uneasy, you let Hanbin tie you up with the rope and lead you downstairs. Maybe you shouldn’t have, but you trusted Jiyong. You knew he wouldn’t harm you.

Jiyong had been in the middle of a meeting with his men, trying to explain their plan for the next deal so that things don’t go as badly, when he heard a loud, mocking laugh from the back of the room. His eyebrows shot up. No one laughed at his meetings. Ever. He slowly turned around, looking for the person who laughed. His eyes narrowed when he found him. Jaebum. The guy was good at what he did, but he was a bit too cocky. He walked up to Jiyong, his hands in his pocket and his eyes fixed in a deadly stare.

“Boss, are you sure you want to talk about being ruthless? Because”

He paused to laugh.

“We all know you aren’t exactly ruthless anymore.”

He took a step closer to Jiyong.

“You have a weakness now.”

He slowly looked upwards.

“And she’s sitting right there.”

Jiyong was hit with a fury he hadn’t felt in a while. How dare he challenge you like this, in front of everyone? How dare they use you against him? More than that, he felt a little scared. Yes, you were definitely a weakness of his. How had he let this happen? He was supposed to be torturing you? How had let you become a weakness? He started to feel angry at himself. But he showed none of it. He just fixed Jaebum with a stare and said,

“Hanbin, get Y/N here.”

Hanbin slowly led you into the crowded room, trying not to show his fear for you. You however, were still fine. You had faith in Jiyong. He wouldn’t do anything to you. He said you were safe here. Even as Hanbin tied you to a chair, you were fine. You trusted Jiyong. You looked up at Jiyong, meeting his eyes. They were the coldest you had ever seen them. You shivered a little, feeling a little uneasy, but you brushed it off. You were sure it was just because he had to be like that around his men. He slowly pulled out his gun, looking down at it. He gave Jaebum a final look and then aimed the gun at you. Even then, you were fine. You were sure he’d just shoot the wall behind you. Maybe he had to prove a point. Even as he fixed you with a glare, you felt okay, because you trusted him. He aimed the gun and he shot. It was only when you felt the bullet graze your arm and your body go numb that you realised, he shot you. The last thing you saw was his cold glare, with not an ounce of regret before your head hit the ground from the force of the bullet and you passed out. Jaebum had just opened his mouth to say,

“Okay boss-“

when Jiyong turned the gun in his direction and shot him in the head, turning to watch his body fall slack. He slowly put his gun back and looked around.

“Anyone else has any issues they want to raise?”

The whole room was silent. Hanbin should’ve been watching Jiyong and waiting for orders, but he had grown too close to you to just watch you there, unconscious with blood seeping through your clothes. He cared about you, and he couldn’t let something happen now. For the first time since he began working for Jiyong, he felt horrified by his boss. He knew Jiyong loved you. How could he shoot the woman he loved? Jiyong sighed, and in a bored voice, said,

“Hanbin, take her away. Make sure she doesn’t die. She needs to be alive for us to do the job.”

And just like that, Jiyong went back to explaining their plan for the next deal. Hanbin rushed forward, tearing a bit of his shirt to tie around your wound to prevent blood loss. He picked you up in his arms and shot Jiyong an undecipherable look before rushing out of the room. He knew that taking you to a hospital and explaining what happened might be tough, but he knew he had to do that for you.

Jiyong, on the other hand, although on the outside, he just continued his explanation of their plans, on the inside, he was dying. The moment he pulled the trigger, he hated himself for doing it. Luckily, last minute, he had shifted the gun so that the bullet wasn’t aimed at any of your vitals, but it was your expression when he shot you that wouldn’t get out of his mind. Your look of trust changing to one of surprise, of disbelief. You were the only person who had ever looked at him with that kind of trust. The way that changed… it broke him. He had to change that.

Hanbin rushed into the ER with you in his arms, desperately shouting for help. He watched helplessly, feeling wretched as the nurses wheeled you away. They had to disinfect the wound and stitch it up. Luckily, the bullet wasn’t lodged in your body, but even for a hospital’s ER, a gun shot wound was no small task. Hanbin just sat there, waiting and waiting, hoping that everything would turn out okay. Luckily, he had the sense to take you to his friend’s hospital, and so, there was no question of police or inquiries. He sat there, thinking back on the way things happened. Was this really the life he wanted? Would he someday turn into Jiyong hyung? Would he become someone who could shoot the person he loved? It scared him. He had always admired Jiyong hyung’s commitment, but now, he was questioning it all. Suddenly your phone rang. It was with Hanbin. He slowly answered the phone with shaky hands.

“Hello?”

It was Jongin.

“Oh it’s you? Are you the same guy from yesterday? Because if you are, I’m going to find you and kill you. You’ve abducted her, haven’t you? You’re drugging her and keeping her there against her will. You-“

Hanbin cut him off. He was too exhausted to fight over someone he hadn’t ever spoken to.

“No, it’s not the same guy.”

Jongin paused. He seemed rather sheepish for a minute, but he continued anyway,

“Who are you? What have you done to her? Where is she?”

Hanbin paused. Sounding strained, he said,

“Do you care about her?”

Jongin sounded taken aback. His voice turned a little softer.

“Of course I do. She’s my friend. And I like her.”

Hanbin felt a little better. He knew Jiyong would probably be mad at him if he knew, but he decided to call Jongin to the hospital. He needed someone who could fill in your details.

“Y/N, is in the hospital right now. She got shot. I’ll text you the address. Come to the ER.”

And he cut the call, going back to silently worrying about you.

Jongin put down the phone, in shock. He had heard rumours that Kwon Jiyong had abducted someone, but he was hoping against hope that it wasn’t you. Once he heard Hanbin’s voice however, he knew it was the truth. Jongin’s heart sank a little as he started getting ready to go to the hospital. As he strapped the dagger to his thigh and put the gun in his pocket, he seriously contemplated telling the rest of the guys. He was in the gang that was Jiyong’s rival gang after all. He had a responsibility as one of the heads of EXO. But he also had a responsibility as your friend. He knew that once he got the gang involved, there was no going back. After that, it would be between the gangs. No one would care about you, and you would probably get hurt in the process. His chest tightened a little. He couldn’t do that to you. If he had to, he would introduce you to the gang after you said yes to him asking you out. He wanted to keep you as safe as possible. He wanted you to be as far away from all the violence as possible. He didn’t want you to have to find out this way. But he knew one thing. He would make sure you were safe. He would make sure you were happy. He grit his teeth. He wouldn’t let Jiyong get away with this. Jongin drove to the hospital, as fast as he could, but by then, you had finished getting your stitches and Hanbin had taken you back. He just waited at the reception, clenching his fist a little tighter. His eyes were set. He might have missed you today, but now, he knew where you were. And now, it was war.

Hanbin and you sat in the car in silence, you still in shock and Hanbin not knowing what to say. You were trembling, still scared from what had happened. Hanbin watched you in silence, knowing there was nothing he could say to make things better. Hanbin slowly reached for your trembling hand and held it, gently stroking it so that you calmed down. It worked. Your breathing was getting steadier and you weren’t shaking as violently anymore. He softly said,

“I’m sorry.”

You replied, equally softly,

“It’s okay.”

You knew Hanbin had nothing to do with shooting you. Hanbin would never. He was too nice. You were only scared that it was Jiyong. Closing your eyes, you tried your level best to stop replaying his eyes when he shot you in you head and tried to stay calm. When you finally got to the base, your legs were still a little unsteady, and you were tired, as you were on heavy painkillers and you were running a slight fever. One look at you struggling to walk and Hanbin just scooped you up into his arms, feeling terrible at the way you were still shivering a little. He put you down on your bed. You mumbled,

“Thanks Hanbin. I’ll manage from here.”

He looked at you like you were insane.

“Y/N, do you seriously think I’m going to let you stay here alone tonight? Fuck no! I’ll be with you.”

And turning a deaf ear to all your protests, he went a got some water in a bowl and starting putting a cold compress on your forehead to bring down the fever. Slowly, you also calmed down, letting Hanbin run his fingers through your hair to calm you down. You were glad that through all of this, you got to know someone like Hanbin, because you really valued the friendship you had with him. You were just closing your eyes, trying to relax, when you heard the door open. Hanbin immediately jumped up.

“Hyung, I really don’t think you should be here.”

Jiyong ignored him.

“Y/N?”

You started trembling. You couldn’t get the face he had when he pulled the trigger out of your mind. Jiyong pushed Hanbin away lightly, moving closer to you, desperate to see with his own eyes that you were okay. You were bundled up under the covers on the bed. He sat down at the edge of the bed and slowly pulled the covers back, trying to check on your wound. The thought of having harmed you was driving him insane. He first saw your bandaged arm. It killed him to see it that way, but he was glad it hadn’t been critical. He reached up to tuck some hair behind your eyes, when he felt you flinch. Your entire body was shaking violently from the fear. Only then did he finally look up at your face. For the first time since he met you, those beautiful eyes that were always blazing, full of determination, stared back at him, full of fear.

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stainandscribble · 4 years ago

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Vienna

Pairing: Kim Jongin (EXO KAI) / Reader ft. EXO

Genre: EXO Coffee Shop AU; fluff; one shot

Summary: You and Jongin are long time friends, but it is only after college ends that you realise your feeling for one another. After a little accident to one of your mutual friends in his café, you bond over matchmaking and realise that your perfect match is closer than you realise. The best kind of love stems from trust, or so you’ve heard.

Who will be the one to make the first move?

Word Count: 5134

Autumn winds battered against your window as they blew. Today was the first day you turned on your heating, and so you were nice and cosy as you sat on your beanbag, in the corner of your bedroom. Your laptop lay on your lap, showing the new episode of the Chinese drama you and Yixing were currently watching. Despite the sound in your headphones, a comfortable silence shrouded your room.

The reason why you were not laying in your bed under your duvet, was because it was currently occupied by no other than your best friend.

Jongin lay in your bed, his dark skin turning golden in the dim light of your desk lamp, a stark contrast to your pristine white sheets. He looked cosy, coffee coloured eyes scanning the screen of his laptop as he bopped his head to the music in his headphones.

Every once in a while you peeked a glance at him, admiring the look of concentration he was sporting, a serious look on his face, as his eyes sharpened. Jongin’s lips were set in a hard line as he continued looking for songs for the new playlist.

That had been his task tonight, and he had set to work the moment he finished eating dinner with you. As he lay in your bed, he was still dressed in his work clothes; a white collared button-up and black slacks.

He turned to look at you, watching for a moment as your eyes scanned the screen, and you focused in an attempt to understand everything the actors were saying.

You were so occupied, that you did not notice as he called your name, softly at first, with a smile on his face, and the louder. Finally, he had lost his patience, sending a pillow flying across the small room, hitting you in the shoulder. You paused the show and yanked out your earphones.

"What?" You asked, looking up at Jongin, as he stared at you, not breaking eye contact.

"Help me choose the new playlist. Please." He requested.

"I thought you didn't need help. You're a dance major after all." You asked him, and he looked back at his laptop before turning back to you. He gave you a small smile, sweet like honey as he patted the space beside him.

"It doesn't matter. It's for Black Pearl."

"Fine." You agreed, leaving your laptop on top of the beanbag as you go up and lay down beside him.

The first thing you noticed when you lay down was the smell of coffee that permeated your sheets. It was a familiar smell, warm, earthy and energising. The scent of fresh coffee was even stronger when you turned your head to look at Jongin. His cheeks dusted pink as he noticed how close you were next to each other. Close enough that he could smell the lavender perfume you always used.

You, on the other hand, could smell nothing but coffee, silently cursing him out for not changing out of his work clothes. You had just put on fresh sheets, and you were happy that you would fall asleep in crisp lavender smelling duvets, thanks to your mother giving you a lavender and magnolia laundry detergent.

You noted, that tonight, you were going to fall asleep in bedsheets that smelled like coffee and caramel; that smelled like Jongin.

He has been your best friend for four years. You came from the same small town, from the same high school, and came to the same university. He was a year older and graduated a year earlier. Since you were considering the same University your friends had helped you get in touch with him, and since then you had been friends. Your dreams were wildly different, he was a dance major, and you had ended up pursuing a language degree in mandarin. Now four years down the line, you were about to graduate, and he had already graduated and was now working in Black Pearl, the local coffee shop owned by his friends. From time to time he still danced. He was a backup dancer in a few music videos and had been a dance tutor last summer.

The first song he played was a rock ballad, warm and relaxing, and you had closed your eyes imagining how it would feel playing in Black Pearl rather than your small room with the lights dimmed. You had imagined Jongin, swaying lightly to the song, nursing a cup of Viennese coffee as the song played.

“Do you like it?” Jongin asked, prompting you to open your eyes and look at him, his head was turned to you, warm eyes gazed into your own, a happy twinkle ever-present in the rich earthy hue. His full lips turned up in a soft smile.

“I think it’s a nice song.” You replied, and he moved on to play another one.

“I really like this one.” He told you, playing another song, this time it was a chill R&B track. You listened, sneaking glances at the way Jongin’s coffee eyes turned into crescents when he smiled as he enjoyed the song. As you were eyeing him, enjoying the ambience in the room, Jongin turned his head, lips halfway through a word, as his eyes met yours. Shocked, you both laughed, the cacophonous sound bouncing off the walls as Jongin fell back into the pillows.

“You should put it in.” You told him between deep breaths as you tried to stop laughing. Your laughing was broken by the sound of Jongin’s phone ringing. He didn’t manage to answer it, but after a moment, he started putting away his laptop.

“I’m going to go now, Sehun is asking when I’m coming home.” He told you, a hint of disappointment carried with the lilt of his voice. You watched him gather his things and put on his coat. You got up to walk him to the door.

“Be safe.” You told him as he stepped through the threshold, the cold air making the hair on your arms rise.

“Good night!” He called as he stepped out, a cheerful smile playing on his lips, despite the dissatisfaction swimming in his coffee coloured eyes.

As the door closed behind him, you realised that maybe, you didn’t want him to leave.

That night, as you fell asleep in your bed, sheets still smelling like coffee and caramel, you dreamt of warm brown eyes looking down at you, and of a boy with caramel-coloured skin who didn’t leave.

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Black Pearl was packed today, filled with students bustling in and out, and all tables were occupied by stressed students. It just so happened you and your friend were two of those students. It was also unfortunate that you were the two customers bringing attention to themselves. You laughed, your friend’s coffee now all over the table, and now also all over her notes. The paper fell apart as the two of you tried to salvage something, but it was useless.

“Oh, no. Is everything alright?” Jongin had rushed to your table, visibly worried as he heard the crying mixed with your laughter. He had some tea towels in his hands and promptly began wiping the spillage.

“Yeah, just a little accident. Nothing big.” You reassured him, smiling at him as you helped him wipe the coffee. He had rushed off to get a bin to put the papers in, watching from the corner of his eye as you patted your friend on the shoulder, trying to calm her down. He walked over to you, bin in hand as he passed staring customers.

“Don't cry.” His deep voice reverberated through the air, startling you as you jumped to your feet.

“It’s okay Jongin. Don’t worry about it. She’s just stressed.” You patted your friend as he put the destroyed paper into the bin.

“Call me if you need anything.” He rested his large hand on your shoulder, and you noticed that he had kept it there for a moment longer than necessary, smiling at you lightly as his eyes flickered down to your friend. You nodded, putting your hand over the one he held on your shoulder, squeezing his fingers lightly, signalling for him to let go.

As he walked away, you could feel the weight of the eyes that rested on you and hear the low buzz of jealous whispers. You paid them no mind, too preoccupied with your work and your miserable friend.

“All my work is ruined.” She wailed, pulling out her laptop from her bag.

“You had most of that memorised anyway. Don’t worry too much about it.” You told her, pulling out your Chinese art notes for one of your electives.

Jongin returned to your table, a sweet smile on his lips, his eyes twinkled playfully as he brought back the scent of fresh coffee and sweetness that surrounded him like a cloud, and you were reminded that now, it was also the smell of your sheets. Which of those girls could say Jongin stayed in their bed and showed them his favourite song? There was no point in getting angry, you were adults, and you found their childish jealousy and gossip juvenile.

“Do you want anything?” He asked, taking a glance back at his co-workers, who returned his smiles, as they watched him do whatever they had sent him to do in the first place.

“Get me a Vienna.” You told him, smiling at him as you looked up from your notes. He gave you a sweet smile in return, before turning to your friend.

“Can I have a double espresso?” She asked a little sheepish.

“Espresso and Vienna coming right up.” He told both of you, and just as he was about to leave, you looked up from your notes again, remembering that you had really wanted to go up and get a snack. Now that Jongin was offering, you wanted to use the advantage of getting free pie.

“Can I get two slices of pumpkin pie as well?” you asked, smiling up at Jongin, enjoying the attention he was giving to you, and the innocent look in his eyes as they turned around at your request.

“Sure.” Jongin smiled, running a hand through your hair playfully, messing it up, before walking away.

Have at it, you thought, as the whispers resumed, and the weight of angry eyes fell on you once more. You watched as Jongin retreated, his large form towering over the tables as he walked. You caught him turning his head to look at you, before sending you a wink, and you winked back.

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After work was over, all of Black Pearl staff sat enjoying hot coffee and chocolate, as well as the pizza Junmyeon had ordered for everyone. Tonight, they were having an actual meal together, sitting as a group at joint tables, talking and smiling as a complete nine. Faint rock ballads played in the background, mixed in with R&B. Jongin had, much to his satisfaction, caught Chanyeol bopping his head and swaying to the music, and even Yixing was happily bopping his head as he ate his pizza.

"How does everyone like the new playlist?" He asked, and in response, a chorus of compliments erupted, drowning the music with its volume.

"It's nice. Good job." Junmyeon had praised, sipping on his coffee and patting him on the shoulder.

"Y/N helped me." Jongin added, feeling proud of the fact that it had been a joint effort, and that it could be called a success. Sehun gave him a knowing look, and Jongin shrank back in his chair slightly, as much as he could with his height, feeling the heat travel up his neck and to his face.

"Did you sleep over again?" Baekhyun asked, raising his eyebrows suggestively, earning a laugh from Chanyeol.

"He was about to, I texted asking him if he’s coming home." Sehun answered for him, stealing another slice of pizza from the box. He glanced at Jongin, catching his eyes before giving him a cheeky grin.

"Why?" Jongdae asked, looking over at the two youngest ones with soft eyes.

"I just wanted to see." Sehun shrugged, a laugh causing his shoulders to shake.

"Can you leave him and his girlfriend alone?" Kyungsoo muttered, sipping on a cappuccino.

"She..." Jongin started, but sighed, giving up instead.

"She's not my girlfriend." He deflated a bit and hoped that his friends could not hear the hint of disappointment in his voice. Yixing nodded, catching onto the unsaid emotions in his tone, and the way Jongin’s eyes fell onto his plate, refusing to look them in the eyes.

"I don't buy it. They spend more time than me and my girlfriend." Baekhyun laughed, breaking the tense silence that settled over Black Pearl.

“She’s not my girlfriend.” Jongin repeated, his throat constricted as he spoke.

“Not yet.” Chanyeol’s voice boomed, breaking the silence, giving Jongin a slither of hope.

“You are clearly too shy to ask her out directly.” Jongdae pointed out, his tone making Jongin blush in embarrassment.

“Why not do it indirectly?” Minseok suggested, leaning in for another slice of pizza. “Ask her out for a couple of drinks, maybe a nice dinner, something you would have usually done, and then see how it goes; if you gain courage it’s a date.” He smiled at the younger, giving Jongin some courage.

“If you don’t it’s just an outing.” Jongdae nodded, leaning back in his chair with a cat-like grin.

“How am I meant to do that?”

“Double date then?” Sehun piped up, and all eyes darted at him, eight pairs of them, boring into him with surprise and curiosity. He rolled his eyes, pointing an accusing finger at Jongin.

“I’m going out for dinner and then drinks. You should come to join us in Love Shot.” He told his friend, and he nodded along, Kyungsoo and Minseok giving him approving smiles.

“Inconspicuous enough but can turn into something romantic.” Jongdae spoke, head resting against his hand on the table, eyeing his caramel-skinned friend with warm eyes.

“Wasn’t your set-up date in Love Shot? Baekhyun asked, eyes playful as a cheeky grin spread across his face.

“And it worked.” Sehun answered, his voice filled with pride as he straightened up in his chair.

Mira, your friend who now sported a crush on Junmyeon, and who was also your roommate, now sat on the couch, cuddled into your side with a pout on her lips. Jongin watched from his space on the armchair on your left. His eyes were soft, but a playful smile tugged at the corners of his lips. He had dressed out of his work clothes and put on a different button-up, this time an expensive black one. He even styled his hair back lightly.

“What do you think of Junmyeon?” He asked, leaning against the armrest, eyes boring curiously into Mira.

“I think he’s nice.” She replied. Her voice was quiet and unsure, and even you could see the blush rising on her cheeks, as she resisted the urge to cover her face.

“She thinks he’s hot.” You supplemented, decided to be straightforward with Jongin. You and Mira had already gossiped about the man, and you had found, much to your delight, that your friend was now harbouring a crush.

“Y/N!” She shrieked in protest, pushing you away lightly.

“I’m just stating a fact.” You turned to her, giving her a playful wink before she settled back against your side. You draped your arm over her shoulder, relaxing before you were going to head out with Jongin.

Sehun and his girlfriend wanted to go to Love Shot tonight, and because they didn’t want to go alone they invited Jongin and you.

“Why don’t I get a hug?” Jongin complained, dark eyebrows arcing suggestively at you, and you shrugged, raising your eyebrow as well.

“Do you feel left out?” You asked, and he leaned closer, playful smirk still present.

Before he could answer with something snarky, his phone rang. He answered, telling whoever was on the other end of the line that you were leaving now and that you’ll be there soon. You assumed it was Sehun, who probably got there already.

“Ok. We’ll get going now.” You rose from your seat as Jongin put on his shoes.

“Both of you? You live here.” Mira asked, pointing a finger at you. You smiled, feigning innocence, as you slipped your shoes on. You had dressed a little better than usual tonight since Jongin and Sehun were quite stylish, you didn’t want to stick out like a sore thumb in the group.

“I promised to go out for drinks at Love Shot tonight.” You told her, walking out into the corridor to put on your shoes and inspect yourself in the hallway mirror one last time.

“Just drinks?” She raised an eyebrow, eyes flicking momentarily to Jongin as he adjusted his coat and fixed his hair. You nodded. You already had dinner here, and you knew that Sehun’s girlfriend took him out to dinner earlier.

“If you need to, sleep at Jongin’s.” Mira told you, smiling brightly as you stepped out into the cold, Jongin following right behind you.

“Yes, mum.” He called, sending a wink her way, one you didn’t see, before he closed the door and began leading you to Love Shot.

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Love Shot’s dark hardwood and plush velvet did not change since the summer. The crystal chandeliers still dangled glass tears and refracted light in all directions. The lighting, dim and warm, was very much intimate, and without the neon and fairy lights you were used to from student clubs, it felt more mature, more formal. When you arrived, Jongin had led you to a booth before disappearing with both your coats. Before he came back Sehun and his girlfriend had come in, and you had greeted both of them before Sehun left in the same direction as Jongin.

It took them a few minutes to come back, as the two men did so together. Sehun shot a glance in Jongin’s direction, before sending his girlfriend a wink. Jongin sat beside you, the booth proving smaller than you anticipated as the two tall friends occupied it, which resulted in you being pressed up lightly against Jongin’s side, knees touching and his shoulders hovering over you. You noticed that Sehun’s girlfriend was in a similar position, except that she openly enjoyed being pressed up against her boyfriend.

“How did your exam go?” Jongin asked, forcing your attention to turn back to him.

“Not as well as I hoped. I can only blame myself.” You answered truthfully. You hadn’t actually studied for this subject, mainly because you didn’t divide your time efficiently.

“You can’t be always giving a hundred percent.” He told you, honey dripping off his voice as his brown eyes gazed deep into yours. You were so close to each other you could feel Jongin’s breath against your hair as he spoke to Sehun.

Soon, the two left again, only to go grab some drinks.

Jongin came back with a gin and tonic and a bellini, knowing you liked sweeter stuff. He pressed up against you, now more comfortable than before, and casually draped his arm behind your head, the same way you saw Sehun do it from the corner of your eyes. You allowed yourself to relax into him,

For the rest of the night, you sipped on various cocktails, and by the time your little group left, you were definitely tipsy.

You ended up on a stroll through the old city centre, filled with narrow alleys and cobbled stones. The streetlamps were a replica of the ones put there in the late eighteen hundred’s, and between the intimate lighting of Love Shot, and the orange glow of streetlamps, you had realised a tiny titbit of information your brain had previously ignored; Jongin had taken you on a double date.

Shy at the realisation, and a little unsure if it was true, you walked side by side, strolling casually through the old town square, cold wind painting rosy colours over your cheeks. Jongin and you fell a couple of steps behind Sehun, giving you a sense of intimacy between the two of you.

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Jongin looked over at you, smiling when your eyes met his deep brown ones. He had spent the whole evening keeping himself close to you, making his feelings known through subtle gestures like draping his arm behind your back and keeping you pressed against his side. Now, as you walked through the streets, he would bump your hand with his, letting his fingers brush against your skin. You didn’t protest, and instead maintained the small distance between you, instead of moving away.

Finally, as his fingers brushed your hand again, you took his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers, a small smile etched on your lips as Jongin stared at you in awe. He felt the slight chill of your fingers and his larger hand enveloped your smaller one, warming it up and protecting it from the chilly night air.

“I think I love you.” Jongin whispered, his voice low and trembling. His wide eyes were full of the kind of innocence that came only when coupled with sincerity, and he felt his heart rattle against his ribs in the aftermath of his sudden confession.

“I think I love you too.” You confessed. Unlike Jongin's voice, yours' did not tremble; a stark contrast to the shaking of your hands as you spoke. The adrenalin in your blood kept you warm, bringing blood to your already flushed cheeks.

“Want to sleep over at mine?” Jongin asked, almost as if there had been no confession, but his eyes were pleading, and you could see the fear of rejection glinting somewhere deep inside.

“Sure.” You said, a smile pulling at your lips, and you squeezed his hand in reassurance, urging him to catch up to Sehun.

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That was how you ended up in Jongin's oversized t-shirt, your bodies tangled up in his sheets as you slept off the alcohol, pressed up against his side. Warm and safe.

The morning greeted you with the sound of your alarm and Jongin’s arms caging you to stop you from leaving. You rolled over to face him, his eyes puffy and barely open gazed at you and blinked once before Jongin sighed and wrapped his arms tighter around you.

“Come on, I need to go home and then get to class.” You prompted, not wanting to leave, but today’s module was mandatory, and you had to attend every lesson because some administrative demon decided attendance was counted to your module grade.

“Five more minutes.” He mumbled, voice deep and hoarse from sleep and the hungover you didn’t doubt was not haunting him.

“Fine.” You muttered, relaxing in his embrace, full of the smell of coffee and cologne. If you had closed your eyes for even a moment, you would have fallen back asleep and not attended your lectures, but you refused. Instead, you took in Jongin’s messy hair, now a pretty caramel hue, lighter than the deep black he had before. It had softened his features and the morning sunlight bounced off of single hairs in a ripple of gold.

You glanced at the clock on the opposite wall, noticing that five minutes have passed, and wriggled out of Jongin’s embrace.

“Times up.” You announced, smiling down at the drowsy man.

Dismayed, Jongin got out of bed and walked over to the kitchen. You followed him. The first thing he did was make you both coffee in the Moka pot on the stove.

You pulled out two bowls and poured yourself some cereal standing on the side of the little round table in his kitchen. He handed you the jug of milk, and sat down, making his cereal.

When the coffee was ready, he handed you a cup and turned back to the stove, next to which stood a pack of stroopwafels, the ones with caramel in the middle. He offered you one, placing it on top of your cup.

You enjoyed your morning in silence, as you sipped on your coffees and got dressed. Luckily you had a change of clothes at his from the time your washing machine broke and you did your laundry at his.

The peaceful, comfortable ambience of the morning was destroyed just as you were about to leave. Jongin stood beside you, putting his coat and shoes on, ready to go to work, as you opened the door.

“Wait!” He called out, startling you. He walked over, caressing your cheeks softly as he gazed down into your eyes. His hands were soft, a small smile playing on his plush lips. His hands moved from your cheeks to your waist, pulling you closed to his body, as his lips pressed into yours.

You don't notice the door shutting behind you.

Your eyes closed, feeling only the foreign warmth and softness, as he began moving his lips against yours, gently, as you reciprocated the kiss, your hands finding their way around his waist. Your heart beats in your ears, and you want more, and so you move, a little hesitant, but you move closer to his body, wrapping your hands tighter around his waist so that your fingers are wrapped into his white work shirt. All too soon, he lets you go, sending you off with a peck on the forehead as you finally leave.

Breathless, you prepare yourself for the inevitable conversation with Mira that is going to happen during the first lecture.

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Weeks passed, your relationship had changed from shy and unsure, into something more stable. You had finished your end of term exams, you had watched your friend start a budding romance with Junmyeon, which you were happy about because now she had someone who understood her stresses, and who she could talk to.

She was no longer the third wheel when you and Jongin went out, seeing as Junmyeon came with her.

Tonight, as snow fell from the sky, turning the world a little more orange as the light of streetlamps reflected off the white cushion that settled over the streets. You sat in Black Pearl, perched up on Jongin’s lap as he wrapped his arms around your waist. The inside of Black Pearl was well lit, soft instrumentals played, broken up from time to time by a Christmas classic. Jongin laughed about something with Kyungsoo as you sipped your Viennese coffee and ate pumpkin pie with Baekhyun’s girlfriend, who was sitting next to Baekhyun, his arm draped leisurely over the back of her chair.

You were just telling them about how you were going to go home tomorrow.

“Are you going by train or are you driving?” Baekhyun asked, sipping on a café au lait. He had decided to wear a matching white knit sweater along with his girlfriend, and you thought they looked cute together.

“I decided to drive, I have to take a lot of presents with me. My grandparents are coming to us this year.” You told them, feeling Jongin put his chin on your shoulder, his warmth enveloping you. You leaned back into him as he readjusted his arms around your waist.

“Where were they last year?” He asked you, joining the conversation.

“At my aunt’s.” You told him.

“Hey Y/N!” Yixing greeted you as he walked in, the woman on his arm holding a bouquet pink roses.

“Hey Yixing!” You smiled back, as the two sat at the table next to yours, beside Junmyeon and Minseok, who were sipping on espressos as they figured out next weeks schedule.

“Why do you only greet her?” Jongin asked, a teasing tilt in his voice. He had raised an eyebrow at his friend, brown eyes shining playfully as he looked down from his friend back to you.

“Because she speaks to him in his language.” Junmyeon smiled, acknowledging his friends for the first time tonight.

“Because they have secrets.” Jongdae laughed, earning a confused look from Yixing, and a wink from you. Jongin pouted at you, before looking at the clock.

“I think we should go now.” He gave you a playful pat on your butt to get you off of his lap. You put on your coat and hat, handing Jongin his own. Soon after you were ready to leave.

“See you at New Years!” You called out, waving goodbye to the room filled with your friends as you walked out, wishing them happy holidays. A chorus of replies bid you farewell as the door chimed closed behind you.

You walked with Jongin through the street, back to your apartment, enjoying the silence of the night. All noise had been swallowed by the cushion of snow, but Jongin’s eyes falling onto your occasionally had been like a roaring fire at the back of your mind. His warm hand held yours, threading his fingers through yours intimately.

“I can’t believe it’s been so long.” He spoke, breaking the comfortable silence surrounding you. You could tell he was referring to your relationship as you watched him gaze down at your hands, bringing your hand to his lips.

“It’s only been two months.” You told him, a warm blush staining your cheeks.

“Not much has changed between us.” You commented, thinking about the last two months. He still slept over, now more frequently, but it's not like had not done so before. He still got you coffee and walked you home. You still went out together, the bottles of mulled wine on your floor were witness to that. Not much had changed.

“Would you like it to?” Jongin asked, his eyes unsure as they searched your face.

“No.”

“Is there something you would like?” He pressed again, just as you were rounding the corner to stand in front of your apartment.

“Kiss me.” You told him, remembering the way he held you in Black Pearl, wishing to feel the proximity again, and the warmth he brought you when he touched you. You came to a stop just as you said it, standing right in front of your door.

“I think I can do that.” His smile lit up his eyes, turning them a warm chocolate hue.

Without any hesitation, he cradled your face in his hands, bringing you closer as he stroked your cheeks with his thumbs.

His lips pressed against yours firmly, sure of what they were doing as your won matched his pace. You elt him smile through the kiss, his breath warm against your cold skin, and his lips scorching as they returned to their place against yours.

“I love you.” He muttered, his lips brushing against yours like a feather, sending shivers down your spine.

“I love you too.”

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