#exo deep dark series

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✧.*⑅˖♡On My Command MASTERLIST♡⁠˖⑅*⁠.⁠✧

heya, heya, heya! aeya here!: I jus' want to let yk that requests are now open! Feel free to suggest and I will be writing it, hehehe. —bummer, no one wanna though.

My first ever story & series posted here on Tumblr! Yey! Promoting my Wattpad >w< @muuimihanmal_writes - The link is from Wattpad also posted by me ^^ but dw, if you dont have a Wattpad acc, just check the chapter down below!

On My Command

SEVENTEEN FANFICTION (Series)

AFAB!READER x SEVENTEEN - MNDI

GENRE: Mafia, Businesses, Dark Romance, Smut, Gangs, RomCom, Action, Fem!Reader x Mafia!Seventeen, Baddie!Reader x Businessmen!Seventeen

Status: ONGOING

⚠️ WARNINGS ⚠️: Smut, Kissing, Oral Sex, Unprotected Sex (though some have), Mention of Birth Controls, Gunshots, Blood, Fingering, Squirting, Language, Manipulation, Fighting, Action, Pet Names, Size kinks.

♡-Mention of other groups like TXT, EXO, ENHA, G-IDLE, LE SSERA, NCT DREAM, RIIZE (THIS IS A SERIES SO IG I WILL BE ADDING MORE TO THAN THESE WARNINGS) - MDNI OR I WILL BLOCK THOSE WITHOUT AGE INDICATOR ON BIO

READER IS NAMED LI MEI QIANG!!!

>>>> IMAGES ARE FROM PINTEREST so yeah, ctto. Also, there will be a 1st person POV 'cause I like starting from Y/N's POV at every story I make. Lmao. Enjoy babies. ♡

PREVIEW: YN POV: I had always thought I would live out the rest of my days aging quietly and dying a mundane death. My life seemed devoid of surprises until I turned 23. Suddenly, I found myself entangled with businesses, gangs, and even dangerous mafias. Who could have imagined my life would take such an exhilarating turn? At last, I had something new to experience in my previously dull existence. Now, I could finally put my unique ability to good use-an ability to manipulate, honed by my deep understanding of psychology, in situations that were both serious and thrilling. Would I able to handle this serious turn of events? You're damn right I can.

> CHAPTER 1

> CHAPTER 2

> CHAPTER 3

-AEYA HERE!: Sorry guys, I recently only uploaded this story on Tumblr so yeah, still working on other chapters (hehe) Please keep in touch with me, (cause like I said, I will also be posting my Heeseung & Sunghoon FF here too this September) I won't be creating a masterlist (yet) but SOON I will!

> CHAPTER 4

Do check this story out on Wattpad since I've already uploaded a bunch of chapters there (though still unfinished) but yeah, busy with schools and stuffs as well so I don't think I can update frequently. PLEASE ENJOY

[xaracosmia]

ꕥ — WELCOME TO EXO COSMIA, ŌGAMI SHIRO. 🌑

ꕥ — OOC INFORMATION;

name / alias: aseri age: 18 pronouns: they/he ooc contact: kiringtwilight (twitter) other characters in xc: -

ꕥ — IC INFORMATION;

name: ōgami shiro age: 14 pronouns: she/they/he series: shoujo kageki revue starlight (re:live) canon point: post-remains stageplay app triggers: canon-typical violence, depictions of mental illness, child indenture

personality:

sharp, composed, and disciplined, ōgami shiro wields strength and self-restraint with a long-refined mastery.

raised as a maid, to look after and guard her master are the staples of shiro’s objectives; not a moment passes when others’ well-beings escape her concern. she is precise and critical, making her observations from afar and proactively charting a course in accordance to her master’s best interests. though she may come across as strict at times, particularly towards her master, all of her actions are fuelled by a great amount of care. shiro is compassionate and kind, even if such is not immediately obvious, and eager to engage in whatever might make her lord smile.

in her loyalty to her purpose, she often disregards many things she deems unnecessary. she puts others before herself and does so without complaint, bottling up how she truly feels behind a face of modesty. shiro is committed to a display of perfection at all times, wishing to honor her position as an attendant of the siegfelds. she makes a point to be flawless in every regard, constantly going the extra mile. often has she been described as being difficult to parse, with her peers questioning who or what exactly she is— to which she simply replies, “just a normal maid, you see.”

but beneath her carefully-maintained perfection on the surface, a darkness dwells deep below. ruthless, cold, vindictive, jealous, and selfish— ōgami shiro sees within herself a wretched soul, warped and wounded. it is a part of her she is ashamed to admit; one that curses her fate as a servant of the house siegfeld, who burns with jealousy for the love of her master. it is this side of her that embodies the true existence of a stage girl: an existence that is arrogant, greedy, and governed by desire before all else— and as such has long been hidden away.

despite all of this, shiro is still, ultimately, a kid. she can be moody, petty, and detached— and she can also be playful, silly, and timid. though she may have yet to reconcile with this fact, she still has much of her life to live out, and many things to learn.

something your muse struggles with: a watery sense of self.

your muse’s greatest strength: an overwhelming resolve, a devotion that knows no bounds.

history / background:

as a member of the ōgami family, shiro’s purpose is none but to serve the siegfelds.

upon the moment of her birth, she is indentured to the service of the young heiress, stella siegfeld; they are the same in age, and in kinder terms considered childhood friends. disciplined from youth, shiro devotes her everything into becoming a maid worthy of serving her master— maturing faster than her peers and surpassing all that is expected of her. her existence is one that hinges on her servitude, and in looking after stella’s well-being, shiro excels.

when stella enrolls in staatliche kunstschule münchen, the most prestigious theatre school in europe, shiro follows her. she beats out 200 other applicants for her place, and does so solely for the purpose of watching the way her master shines from behind the stage curtains. she is content with this; to surrender her spot under the lights to see stella burn brighter than anyone else.

but then comes a moment when stella falters.

forsaken by the theatre, stella’s brilliance dies out like a snuffed flame. she is cursed, scorned, and dead to the eyes of the audience— and shiro swears to protect her. it is a promise that cements itself in her heart; one forged of her master’s grief. stella is shining, then and always. shiro needs to see it again. she needs to protect her brilliance.

when stella’s grandmother, victoria siegfeld, invites her to rediscover her brilliance in japan, stella crosses the sea in pursuit of her new stage—her rebirth— and shiro is by her side. the journey proves fruitful, for upon their enrolment in siegfeld institute of music’s junior high, her master changes. she smiles more, laughs more— but most importantly, makes new friends. she’s different, shiro notices. stella is growing.

but shiro doesn’t know how to feel about that.

as time passes, this change only grows more evident: stella begins to stand on her own two feet. it’s a side of her that surprises shiro, one true to her pursuit of ‘rebirth’— but it is also equal parts distressing. she feels uneasy, apprehensive; the more stella grows, the less shiro will be needed by her side. in her heart, shiro knows that this is indeed a good thing— a regaining of stella’s brilliance she has always wished to see. but why was it caused by something— no, someone else?

shiro has given her life to house siegfeld; given up everything. she doesn’t have a reason to stand on the stage if not for her lord.

if stella has found her reason to stand upon the stage, then shiro’s enemy has changed. her foes are not the shadowy audience of the theatre. why should one need a reason? why should one stand on the stage at all, when it could be so cruel?

in her mind, stella’s cries resound:

‘i hate it… save me, shiro!’

the heavens themselves pass down their decree:

“oh, i see. how cold-blooded you are to want to see the greatest of all tragedies... the extinction of the stage girls!”

the curtains draw on the revue of extinction: shiro stands centre-stage, and points her weapons to the friends stella has made. she accuses them of stealing her master from her, and will put an end to such a farce. she will free stella from the stage that has made a prisoner of her… even if that means cutting down her master herself.

the revue comes to a climax, and shiro is met with a duel against stella. she vows to drag stella off of the stage if she finds even a speck of hesitance in her actions, and stella promises to show her how she truly feels with her sword.

in the end, stella’s brilliance wins out, and the revue ends.

shiro wonders if this means that stella doesn’t need her anymore— if she is no longer wanted to stand by her side. stella tells her that she wants shiro to live a life of her own.

as they leave the theatre, shiro acquiesces.

… but who is she if not a maid of the siegfeld family? who is she without her master? shiro doesn’t want to find out.

powers / abilities: n/a

inherent abilities:

stick-fighting proficiency (single/dual batons). able to dual-wield batons and a long staff masterfully, shiro is considered a great threat during revues for her skills in combat that far outstrip her peers. her spatially aware use of her weapon(s) allows her to take on multiple opponents at once.

martial arts proficiency. in the pursuit of protecting her master at all times, shiro has been trained in defensive martial arts since young— though she usually has very little need of a practical use for them, thankfully. the impressive strength and agility she has developed through such rigorous training carries onto her proficiency in stage-fighting.

stage ability. the skills of the theatre; singing, dancing, and acting, amongst many others. despite her age, shiro is considered to be on par with the edels— the greatest students of the siegfeld institute of music. with incredible precision, she is able to emulate the characters of others almost flawlessly, and adapt to improvisational etudes with ease. sometimes it is as though the roles she plays and the worlds of the plays seem to jump out to reality, invoked by her acting.

items / weapons:

schnee & glockchen. two twin batons that can be combined to form a long staff (schneeglöckchen; ‘snowdrop’). her weapon is sheer white, embossed with gold accents; embedded at the chappes are round blue gems.

revue uniform. a white uniform with a gold trim, somewhat reminiscent of gladiator’s clothing. worn during revues, it prioritises ease of movement and breathability, all the while having a theatre-appropriate flair to it that allows the wearer to shine on stage.

revue cloak. an embroidered white cloak, worn over her right shoulder. corded tassels drape and tie together her outfit. it is attached to her uniform through an antique brooch-like golden clock, with hands pointing perpetually to 19:15 (7:15 o’clock).

starting ability: n/a starting item: also none

extra:

having grown up in munich, shiro is proficient in both japanese and german. while i speak japanese, i’m not versed at all in german, so in the event it ever comes up, i’ll be sticking to common words and phrases!

revues are ‘duels’, but they’re also very metaphorical/theatrical in nature, and don’t involve anyone actually getting hurt (sans emotionally). so, while shiro could absolutely get into a fight like most middle-schoolers do (and very likely win), she has never actually gotten violent with anyone (and doesn’t particularly wish to, either).

watch revue starlight yall (*´꒳`*)

discord id: oogamishiro passcode: she was born in a wet cardboard box all alone 😣 (IM GONNA GET YOU OUT OF THERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

[mariestherapeutics]

Deep Dark ft. Sehun: Part 5. WARNING: There are themes in this series (such as depression) that may trigger unpleasant memories or feelings, please read at your own discretion. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

(♫) The smile on your face is stuck in my mind.

(Sehun's P.O.V)

When you sat with him yesterday, he couldn't look at you at first because his face was so red. You had heard him request your presence and actually did it, and though it made him feel good, he had this wrenching feeling of nerves in his stomach that he didn't appreciate.

Today when you sit with him, he's a little more composed. "Hey," He greets, flashing you a smile. You smile back at him, looking absolutely exhausted. "Early morning?" He asks as you slump back in your chair and drop your bag.

"Too early." You nod, shutting your eyes. He guesses that you stood up late last night finishing the assignment that was given, since yesterday's class was in the evening, you only had a few hours to complete it after he left. Sehun, on the other hand, had no problem doing it, and felt guilt seep its way into him for having it so easy.

Before he has any time to say something, the lecture begins, and he silently decides to give you a laurel afterwards for trying so hard. The lesson is laggard, though, and he has a hard time paying attention to it. But he does his best, taking notes that he's sure will help aid you and him in the project.

Afterwards, when he's walking to your dorm to work, you stop him while passing the hill he first met you on. "What are they doing?" You ask, covering your face slightly and hanging your head while peering up there. It takes Sehun a second to realize you're cringing, and another second to realize why.

Up on the hill are the three most popular guys on campus, sitting on giant alien head beanbags while playing a round of chess. "How embarrassing is that?" You ask him, looking horrified at them, but Sehun's interested.

"Come up there with me." He says, not wanting to leave you, but doesn't wait for your acceptance to start walking. He hears you join him before reaching the top, though, and is relieved he doesn't have to approach them alone. "What's up?" He asks the closest male, Byun Baekhyun, who glances up at him with a grin.

"We're playing space chess, wanna watch?" He asks. Sehun could tell it was chess from the bottom of the hill, but now that he's up here, he sees that someone (probably the three of them) taped different space-related things to each of the pieces. For example, the knights had alien heads on them, and the pawns had small beam guns.

"Why, though? Here, of all places?" You ask from behind Sehun, and he steps aside so he's not in the way. This time, Jongdae pipes up.

"We're advertising our club." He says, looking at you from over his shoulder. "You should join us, S.P.U.B." He says, flashing a hand-made badge at you. Sehun reads the small print on it, which was written carefully in black ink.

Kim Jongdae, Treasurer of S.P.U.B. (Space, Paranormal, Unknown, and Beyond!)

"I'll think about it," Sehun hears you say, but he has a feeling that you're just being polite.

"Sounds cool." Sehun says seriously, interested in their obtuse way of advertising. "Tell me more about it another time, since I'm busy today, but I'm seriously interested." He tells the guy not playing, Kim Junmyeon.

"Sure thing." He replies, smiling friendly. Junmyeon's badge says he's the fund raiser planner. "If you look at the notice boards at any dorm, you'll find a flyer with a meeting day." He says.

"Cool." Sehun grins, and you look at him with no expression, which Sehun assumes is your polite judgment face.

"Now we're expecting you to be there, uh," Baekhyun looks back at Sehun a second time. "Sehun, right? We had a class together before." He smiles, proud that he remembered. The badge on Baekhyun's shirt says he's the assistant manager. Sehun nods to answer his question, but before he can be distracted any more, he excuses you two and offers his hand to help you down the hill. You don't take it, but grab his forearm instead. A safe place to touch someone you don't know well.

"You really like space, don't you?" You ask him after you enter your dormitory, tossing your bag through your open bedroom door and taking a seat at your kitchen island. "But you can do better than S.P.U.B." You tell him with a mocking tone. You obviously thought the group was a joke.

"Can I?" He asks vaguely, setting his stuff down and sitting opposite of you. "I didn't see anything wrong with it." He shrugs.

"The only members we met were those three stooges." You throw out, opening the closest cupboard and pulling out a bag of chips. "What good can come out of that?"

"Yeah, but I haven't met their manager yet." Sehun comments easily, grabbing a chip when you rip the bag open. "They could be the real deal. Besides, I said I was interested, not invested." He points out, and you hold up your hands in defeat.

"Oh Sehun can do what Oh Sehun pleases." You say. "But I wasn't sold." Sehun isn't surprised, but he doesn't say that. He's learned from his multiple attempts at socializing that there are some things better left unsaid.

"Wanna work, then?" He asks you, changing the subject. "Or not, since you look like you want to do something else." He quips, seeing you fidget slightly. You bite your lip in guilt.

"Sorry," You mumble, looking away. "But I want to work on it later."

"Why'd I walk you here, then?" He chuckles, finding it completely pointless.

"Well, I still wanted to spend time with you, just not doing class work." You say, looking everywhere but him. When he realizes you're blushing, that wrenching feeling Sehun felt yesterday returns tenfold, and he's sure his face is red, so he looks away from you, too, pretending that made him invisible.

"Ha," He laughs airily, unsure of what to say. "Um... what did you want to do, then..?" He asks quietly. Is he supposed to ask in this kind of situation? Or is this when he's supposed to deny you and leave? To end it before it can escalate? Would it escalate? Would he want it to stop if it did?

"I don't know, I was going to offer to watch a movie, but your reaction is making me regret ever saying anything." When he looks back at you in embarrassed surprise, he sees a small frown hiding behind your blush. "I didn't mean it in any way but platonic." You reassure him, but he starts shaking his head.

"No, no, I didn't think you did." He says. "It's just... well, I guess I'm glad you offered, is all." He confesses, not realizing he felt that way until he said it. Has he always had the desire to get to know you?

"Oh," You utter, blinking in shock. "A-Alright. A movie's fine, then?"

"It's perfect." He says a little too eagerly. He internally slaps himself for it. He honestly isn't trying to look desperate for a friend, but if he's being honest, you'd be the first one since his freshman year of college. Then Sehun internally slaps himself for thinking you even wanted to be friends with him. Maybe you just want a break from all the work, and are including him in that down town to make him feel better.

But you smile at him, and Sehun thinks it's brighter than a thousand suns. He's never seen something so dazzling in his life, and he's left wordless as you stand up with the bag of chips, walking over to your bedroom. "T.V's in here, let's go pick a movie."

Sehun allows himself a moment or two to collect himself before following suite and taking his usual spot on your bed. He's acutely aware that he's in your personal space now that it's not about homework, and his palms start to sweat out of nerves.

What is wrong with me, he thinks irritably, wiping them on his jeans. He's never felt this way in his life. He's starting to abhor the wrenching thing in his gut because it makes him aware of all the unnecessary things. Like your hair color. He's never cared about it much, and thought about it even less. He's never noticed how bright your eyes shone, either.

For a split second, Sehun is breathless as he stares at you, because he thinks he sees the stars in your eyes. I'm imagining it, he tells himself, but it's there. The night sky is all in your eyes.

Then, with a deflating realization, he figures out why. You must have installed them last night or before class this morning, since they weren't there before, but white Christmas lights hung around the perimeter of your ceiling, lighting up the room. He didn't even notice the lights were off because they illuminated the small room so well.

"Hello? Earth to Sehun?" You ask, snapping him out of his thoughts. "Maybe you do belong in that club." You chuckle lightly, waving two DVDs in his face. "I said, which one do you want to see?"

"Oh," He says distractedly, glancing at the movies before pointing to a random one. "This one."

"Okay," He watches you with a newfound fascination as you put in the disc, before joining him on the bed. You lean against the headboard comfortably, looking not at all how he's feeling inside. "You chose a comedy, so I hope you have the same humor as me, or else I'll be the only one laughing." You gander at him, grinning.

Ah. He's looking at the sun again.

Seriously, Sehun thinks, smiling back before looking at the T.V. screen. What the hell is wrong with me?

(Continued in Part 6... Deep Dark)

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EXO Power Series: Suho/Water🌊

✿ please dont delete my captions! ✿

Chanyeol / Suho / D.O / Sehun / Chen / Xiumin / Kai / Baekhyun / Lay / Z.Tao / Luhan / Kris

[ack3rlady]

The Universe Had His Back - Chapter 1

His Sun & Moon

Summary: Just Levi being a doting dad and taking a walk down the memory lane :)

Chapters: One | Two

Master List

Warnings: Fem! Reader, Angst, Fluff, Modern AU

Word Count: ~ 1.65k Inspiration: For you Now – Suho & Younha Thank you @sooibian for just being you! My real life BFF inspired me to get off my ass and write this short story series that is also my first ever fan fic! I love you and I can't wait to see yoooou. Also, any EXO lovers reading this, give my bb a follow!

A new chapter will be posted every Sunday :D

Levi’s POV A pair of silver eyes fluttered open, taking in everything that was around them. Dainty rays of sunlight falling on the plants potted along the window sill, dimly illuminating the room, a cool breeze leisurely blowing through sheer curtains. The eyes moved to the clock. It was 5:15 am. The only sounds around him were the ticks of the clock and the deep breaths of the person fast asleep by his side with an arm on his chest, palm pressed to his heart, face buried in the crook of his neck, and one leg wrapped around his own. Levi turned his head towards the peachy fragrance that filled his senses. ‘Feels like home’, he thought. As he took in the aroma, you slowly raised your head. “Hmm... Good morning, sunshine.”, he breathed with a smile and laid a kiss on your forehead. Your eyes opened slowly to look into his sterling ones. They were full of melancholy. “I miss you” you whispered with a frown. Levi looked at you with knitted brows, confused. “Why did you let me go?”, you sobbed. Tears were now streaming down your face. “Why didn’t you stop me?”, your voice rose. You moved away from him and off the bed. As you walked towards the door, you were crying hysterically. He tried to call out to you, but he couldn't find his voice. He reached out for you, but you were too far. He tried running to you to stop you from leaving, but his legs had no strength. He was glued to the bed. You walked away, devastated, never looking back.

Levi’s POV A pair of silver eyes fluttered open, taking in everything that was around them. Dainty rays of sunlight falling on the plants potted along the window sill, dimly illuminating the room, a cool breeze leisurely blowing through sheer curtains. The eyes moved to the clock. It was 5:15 am. The only sounds around him were the ticks of the clock and the deep breaths of the person fast asleep by his side with an arm on his chest, palm pressed to his heart, face buried in the crook of his neck, and one leg wrapped around his own. Levi turned his head towards the peachy fragrance that filled his senses. ‘Feels like home’, he thought. As he took in the aroma, you slowly raised your head. “Hmm... Good morning, sunshine.”, he breathed with a smile and laid a kiss on your forehead. Your eyes opened slowly to look into his sterling ones. They were full of melancholy. “I miss you” you whispered with a frown. Levi looked at you with knitted brows, confused. “Why did you let me go?”, you sobbed. Tears were now streaming down your face. “Why didn’t you stop me?”, your voice rose. You moved away from him and off the bed. As you walked towards the door, you were crying hysterically. He tried to call out to you, but he couldn't find his voice. He reached out for you, but you were too far. He tried running to you to stop you from leaving, but his legs had no strength. He was glued to the bed. You walked away, devastated, never looking back. Levi woke up with a start, breathless, heart racing, beads of sweat on his forehead. He looked around. It was still dark outside; the plants on the window sill, long dead. His eyes moved to the clock; it was 2:00 am. He turned to his side, the spot on his bed once occupied by his wife lay vacant. He ran his hand on the empty sheets, recovering from having felt you so close to him. He pulled your pillow close to his chest, embracing it tight and nudged his nose into it, taking in a deep breath. The pillow that once smelled like peaches because of your shampoo, now smelled like nothing, since you hadn’t slept on it in months.

It had been two months since your divorce, and over eight months since you had lived in the home you shared with him. He sat up and his gaze fell on the picture on his night stand. The frame dented; glass cracked after it was hurled across the room once in a fit of his rage on the night you left. It was a picture of you both on your wedding day, looking lovingly into each other's eyes, excited about the eternity you were about to spend together. He picked it up and found himself smiling at it while lightly running his fingers where you stood in the frame. Sighing, he placed it back on the nightstand and picked himself off the bed. He silently walked out of his room and opened the door to the next one a few feet down the hall. A small night lamp that looked like the moon sat glowing on a table in the corner. He heard the most adorable snores coming from the tiny human sleeping on the bed nearby. He made his way towards her with nimble steps and sat on the armchair by her bed. He watched her little chest rising and falling, slow and steady, in deep sleep. Face mirroring the glow of the lamp; one of her chubby cheeks squished onto the pillow, mouth slightly ajar, two of her little milk teeth peeking out; how was he blessed with something so perfect? She looked like a pint-sized version of you while sleeping. Messy hair falling all over your face, mouth agape, soft snores. You found it embarrassing when you woke up many times to Levi watching you with a smile on his face. But he wouldn’t have had it any other way. Actually, your daughter was your mini-me in every sense. She had your face, your hair, your smile, your mannerisms; the only genes she inherited from Levi were his eyes. A few strands of her wavy hair were being blown around by her breaths, her nose crinkling in her sleep because it tickled. He gently tucked them behind her ear. Immediately, her grey eyes flickered open, a worried look on her face. “Oi! Go

back to sleep, brat!”, he whispered. “Did you have a nightmare, Papa?”, she asked, rubbing her hands over her eyes and yawning. “Yes.” “Come sleep in my bed, Papa. I’ll protect you from nightmares”, she said, making space for him beside her. He chuckled, and did as she asked. “And how will you be doing so?” She pointed up towards the window. His eyes followed her chubby finger’s direction to see an intricate dream-catcher hanging off the frame. “Mama made this dream catcher and gave it to me before she left. She said it would protect me from bad dreams by catching them, and only let the good ones in for me to see. I’m sure she put in a little magic for you too... I miss her.” ‘I miss her too’, he thought to himself as he planted a kiss on the little one's head. All tucked in with both of Levi’s arms wrapped around her little body, she was back asleep within minutes. He closed his eyes, falling asleep rather quickly in the proximity of his little dumpling. A flood of memories rushed into his mind. It almost felt like he was reliving the first time you met him on opening day of his café. Levi had partnered with your patisserie to supply all the desserts and treats to go with his tea. You had walked in carrying boxes so big, that Levi couldn’t see you behind them, stumbling around the café and looking for a spot to keep them. He had helped you settle them on a nearby table, and was flabbergasted when he finally saw you emerge from behind. Wavy hair flowing down your shoulders, a scowl on your face along with a gorgeous glow because of the sweat you broke while carrying the weight - He was so mesmerized that he failed to register what you were going on and on about. Maybe something about the traffic and the heat he guessed. Maybe you did put in a little magic in the dream catcher for him. Then his subconscious mind wandered to your first date. After weeks of hounding Levi to ask you out, Hange, one of his best friends and colleagues, gave up hope on him and slipped you a note asking you to dinner on his behalf. He looked mortified and was ready to tackle them to the floor. You blushed upon reading it and asked Hange if they would be accompanying him for the date to do the talking for him. How hard he had rolled his eyes while you two giggled away. All that while he mentally thanked his beloved four-eyes for meddling. He relived the first time you held hands, your first kiss on the quiet balcony of his then-apartment while it snowed, the day he proposed to you. You weren’t expecting a formal proposal at all, knowing Levi. Yet he had managed to make it so special. He then dreamed about your wedding day, and how absolutely divine you looked; The day you found out you were going to be parents; The day your daughter was born. Levi had decided to name her Luna, saying that you were his sunshine, and the little bundle of love, his moon. That was when things started going downhill. You both had very different outlooks towards how you wanted to raise your child. Levi had a rough childhood. He lost his mother at a young age, never knew his father and was raised by a detached uncle. He had to face a lot of hardships very early on in life, so that his siblings could have a bright future. He was fiercely protective of Luna, terrified that life may play a similar sick joke with her. You, on the other hand, had lived a relatively normal life. Your parents had supported you to be independent and resolute from a young age and you wanted the very same for your daughter. It ticked you off when Levi coddled Luna, and he detested you being stern with her. What started off as minor disagreements turned into arguments, arguments escalated to fights. The fights got so intense that you both failed to realize when you drifted far apart from each other. About a week after Luna’s third birthday, You and Levi had a particularly bad altercation that resulted in you to walking out of your home in the middle of the night. You left Luna with him saying you wanted to keep things stable

for her. Somewhere in your heart, you knew that Levi needed her more than you did. Both of you cried yourselves to sleep that night, and for many nights after. You mutually tried to work things out over the next few weeks, but you were both headstrong about what you wanted for your child. Levi began to observe how Luna was seeing her parents quarrel every other day. He could see how it was affecting her. She was having nightmares on a regular basis; her usual bubbly self was getting lost among the harsh words exchanged between her parents. With no end to your differences in sight, Levi made a decision to put a stop to this misery, You were still optimistic that things would fall back in place, until one morning, a few months after you walked out of your home, you were blindsided by what arrived in the mail - a divorce notice.

Chapters: One | Two

[taem-min-archived]

Who do you love series

Who do you love? Is it him or me?

If two boys loved you, whom would you chose?

The nerd or the bad boy?

The sweetheart or the playboy?

The mafia or the cop?

In the end, you have to make the choice.

In this series, I’m going to write double ending stories based between any two members of NCT, EXO or SHINee.

So basically they are going to be 3 chapters stories, the main stroy and two endings.

I’ve decided to open my inbox for this so please feel free to request. 

Stories will be updated according to my queueing schedule.

₊˚✧   Stuck

Pairing : Taemin x female reader, Chanyeol x female reader

Genres : Sweetheart! Taemin, Playboy! Chanyeol, best friend to lovers au, mafia au, fluff, angst, TBA

Summary : You find yourself leaning towards Lee Taemin, the sweetest boy you’ve ever met. But he’s got a deep secret. And your best friend Chanyeol tries to warn you about it. But would you trust your playboy best friend or the sweetheart with a dark secret? As requested by @yeol-jae​

Warnings: TBA

WC: TBA

₊˚✧   Hellfire

Pairing : Baekhyun x female reader, Onew x female reader

Genres : Hades! Baekhyun, dead lover! Onew, angst, fluff, probably horror TBA

Summary : All you wanted to do was find your dead lover Jinki and bring him back to life. But a ceratin lord of the underworld makes things difficult for you. At the end, whom would you choose to live with?

Warnings: TBA

WC: TBA

₊˚✧   Dilemma

Pairing : Kun x female reader, Suho x female reader

Genres : Class president! Kun, Head Boy! Suho, fluff TBA

Summary : You hadn't meant to out shine them. You really hadn't. But that's what get these two boys whipped for you. Whom would you chose? The class president or the head boy?

Warnings: TBA

WC: TBA

₊˚✧   Dating Hotline

Pairing : Minho x female reader, Lucas x female reader

Genres : fluff, probably suggestive, 

Summary : New school meant new life. And you decided the first thing you needed was a perfect boyfriend. And so you signed up for a dating app. But what happens of you end up with two perfect boys? Whom would you choose?

Warnings: TBA

WC: TBA

₊˚✧   Hot Guy Bummer

Pairing : Bad boy! Jeno x female reader, Good boy! Jaemin x female reader, 

Genres : Bad boy! Jeno, Good boy! Jaemin, fluff, probably suggestive, TBA

Summary : The bad boy or the good boy?  Both are known as the most popular duo of your high school, both super good looking, super talented, and super into you. But in comes your older brother Taeyong to protect you, since they also happened to be the notorious hearthrobs of the school. As requested by @junjungsunwoo​

Warnings: TBA

WC: TBA

₊˚✧   Kiss or Kill

Pairing : Mark x female reader, Key x female reader

Genres : Detective! Key, Detective! Mark, fluff, humour

Summary : You were that one lethal woman of a detective, and it was enough to catch both Kibum and Minhyung’s eyes. Their femme fatale boss who could shoot men with just your eyes. But surprise surprise, you were engaged to Choi Minho, much to their dismay. Would any one of them get to kiss you? Would they just end up killing each other? As requested by @imkyunies​​

Warnings: TBA

WC: TBA

Requests are open. More stories will be added. Masterlist will be updated accordingly. If you want to be added to the taglist of a specific story, please leave a comment or send an ask.

[dragonowl]

Our Memories Carved into the Season

The Sky that Doesn’t End Series

Genre: EXO AU, High School

Rating: PG

Pairing: Chanyeol x Myeong-suk (OC)

Summary:  In which a new girl comes to school. A new girl determined to be alone. That’s no problem for a happy virus though. Chanyeol has suddenly found a desire to make a deep connection with someone outside of his brothers, regardless of the trials presented.

First, Prev, AO3

Chapter 11: Old Friends

Content warnings: manipulation, mind control

Luhan relished being in the company of his brothers, and happily pushed down the stress that had been overwhelming him in their absence. He easily joined in on classroom activities, getting to know the small group of friends the others had made, and even though he was starting so close to the end of the semester, they had happily welcomed him in as well. His favorite time was probably when they crowded around the lunch table or played soccer after school was out.

They’d played until late today and walked back home in the dark. Even though it was growing warmer and humid, he was happy that Sehun was still as clingy as ever and would hardly leave his side. Though having Irene on his other side was a new experience. Not that he minded. He just couldn’t quite figure out where it was that she fit. According to most of his brothers, she and Feilong had practically been dating, but based on the couple of days he had been around, it looked like she and Kai were quickly on their way to becoming a couple. Which made the random signals she was currently sending him from in between him and Kai more than a little confusing.

He wouldn’t be lying if he said he had a sigh of relief when they dropped her off at the bus stop.

He looked over at Chanyeol as they continued on, wondering how the younger man was doing. It didn’t take a genius to realize Myeong-suk and Irene were seldom in the same room and he worried about how Chanyeol took not having his girlfriend around as often.

The giant caught his eye and gave him a goofy smile before turning back to whatever conversation he was currently in.

He’d ask about it later. For tonight, he would just enjoy their presence.

“You okay Lu-Ge?” Sehun asked, jostling his older brother and pulling him out of his thoughts.

“Yeah,” Luhan said after a second, making his smile larger to ease the maknae. “I got lost in my thoughts.”

“Good thoughts I hope.” Tao eyed him with concern.

“I’m just happy to finally be home again.” The others were focused on him now. “I was genuinely worried I wouldn’t find anyone before the eclipse, and I hadn’t felt any Red Force activity, which also had me concerned.”

“Well,” spoke up Baekhyun. “You know what they say. No news is good news.”

“Sometimes,” Chen said. “Unless you’re the one tracking it to keep everyone safe.”

“Some news on Feilong would also be nice,” Kai chimed in with various responses from the rest of the group, leaving the atmosphere in an uncomfortable silence until Baekhyun and Chanyeol started cracking jokes, effectively lifting the mood once more.

His smile didn’t last much longer as a large group of young men converged on them. He could feel the others instantly bristling at the unfamiliar group. He, however, instantly recognized them and tried to keep his eyes averted as he listened to Chen inform Suho that they were a small-time local gang that most likely wouldn’t give them any problems.

Lunan dared a glance up and met eyes with the all too familiar leader of said gang, quickly glancing away again, hoping that they would have moved on from him.

“Well look who we have here,” the leader said, bringing the group to stand in their way. Luhan looked up again. The leader stopped before him then reached forward and lightly grabbed the edge of his uniform jacket. “Looks like you’re fitting in well. Even found a whole group of friends. Isn’t that nice?” He took a step back, smirking down at Luhan.

“Things have gone well,” Luhan said, trying to remain calm. “Thank you.”

He could feel the eyes of his brothers as they watched the interaction and tried to determine what was going on.

“Glad to hear it,” the gang leader said. “Now there’s just the matter of finishing up our business.”

“I was under the impression that we were done.”

The man gave a short laugh. “Of course not. I just wanted to make sure you were satisfied. It’s just good customer service to make sure they’re happy.”

“Luhan,” Suho said, stepping forward. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing too big,” the gang leader responded. “Just gotta make sure your buddy finishes paying for the work we did.”

“They created new identification for me,” Luhan said to Suho. “But I fully paid the agreed-upon amount.”

“You should have waited till you were back with us,” Chen said, stepping forward.

“I was worried I wouldn’t find you before I needed it.”

The gang leader whistled. “Wow, guess your friends are in the know. Well, who am I to judge? Back to what’s important right now.” He leaned forward into Luhan’s face. “Our money.”

“I paid you the price you told me,” Luhan said, stepping closer.

Suho grabbed his arm, then addressed the gang leader. “How much are you wanting?”

“100K, U.S.D.,” the leader tilted his head, throwing them an open mouth smirk.

“That’s crazy,” Luhan shot.

“Or you could come back to the warehouse and we could find another way to settle this. My boys could always use another punching bag.”

“I’m always down for some practice,” Kai said, rolling his wrist as he stepped forward.

Luhan looked at the others who were all stepping forward in agreement, and with a smirk, he fixed his eyes on the gang leader once more. “Lead the way.”

~~~

He wasn’t sure what happened. One second he was watching as the others were falling to the gang’s punches, and the next, everything was red. When he came out of it, the gang had scattered and his brothers were gathered around a downed D.O.

“Great job,” Kai growled, ramming into his shoulder as he walked by.

“What were you thinking?” Chen had a hold of his collar and shook him, but it did little to ground him. “You should have waited. How could you get involved with a gang? We’re probably blown now.”

“Chen, calm down,” Lay said, trying to pull him away, Chanyeol stepping in a moment later to lend a hand. As they led Chen away, he sent Luhan a concerned look, but continued on with the others. Sehun helped a limping Suho past, neither looking in his direction, and Baekhyun sent him a searching glare as he and Tao half-carried D.O.

What had he done?

His mind refused to call forward the events of the fight, and he collapsed to the floor, staring at his hands as he tried to figure out what had gone wrong.

He’d never lost control like that.

Sneakers stopped just within his vision, and, slowly, he looked up.

Irene was standing there, fear shining in her eyes along with fresh tears that had yet to fall. “Who are you?” her voice quivered and he looked down, unable to give an answer. His mind went numb and clouded over once more, just barely processing the sound of her rushing off. Once more leaving him alone.

He let his mind continue falling into his thoughts, trying to piece together the events. Trying and failing to recall every action he had made.

He wasn’t sure how long he sat on the ground, or how long he could have sat there. His brain had fallen so far into itself that it took a sharp pain from his side to finally grab his attention. Clutching at it, he lifted his shirt to check for any bleeding but was met with the largest purple and black bruise he had seen. He was really ready for the eclipse to happen. He couldn’t remember a time his powers were this unpredictable since his training days.

Taking a deep breath, he pushed himself to his feet, leaning against a pillar to catch his breath and ride out the pain before slowly making his way out of the warehouse. He squinted in the light of the high sun and gathered his bearings, trying to remember which direction his apartment was in. After a moment of wracking his brain, he picked a random direction hoping to eventually stumble onto the correct direction.

Chapter 12

[kpop---writings]

1 Million Views (M)

An EXO-SC threesome request!

This is pure filthy smut

Also PLS I know their song is 1 Billion Views but that wasn’t realistic for what I was going for lmao ENJOY!

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After adding the final touches to your look for the night, you pick up your phone and text the group chat. The group chat containing you and your two best friends, Park Chanyeol and Oh Sehun, titled, unoriginally, The 3 Musketeers!

“Are you boys ready for tonight? I’m starting in 30 minutes and you’re still not here. Don’t try to chicken out on me.”

You’re a cam girl and although you normally do solo videos, you were reading some comments on one of your videos and came across a man who wrote that he would “pay extra to see this girl get fucked by 2 dudes at once!” Naturally you see your favorite words, “pay more,” and immediately start thinking about every guy you know or would even feel comfortable with fucking at the same time. You truly could not think of a more perfect pair than your best friends from high school.

You remember the day you asked them and how you were so nervous you wanted to throw up.

---

“Are you guys available for a 3 way FaceTime call right now?” You sent to the group chat.

Sehun texted back first, “Yep!”

Chanyeol not too long after, “Double yep!”

You take a deep breath as you press the FaceTime icon at the top of the group chat. It only rang 3 times before they both answered.

“Hey!!” Sehun shouts.

“Are we in trouble?” Chanyeol asks in a joking way.

You just let out a short laugh before changing back to your nervous demeanor.

“Oh man. I was joking are we really?” Chanyeol speaks up again.

“No... no you guys aren’t in trouble,” You let out a nervous laugh this time.

“Come on, what’s bugging you I can see the gears in your head spinning,” Sehun asks.

“Okay okay okay. I have a very serious question. I am 100% not joking when I ask this. I need a real, honest answer. Okay?

You watch as both Chanyeol and Sehun just nod their heads, staring at the screen.

“Okay?” You repeat.

“Yes yes okay.”

“Okay, honest answer, got it.”

After they both give you the response you were looking for you finally ask them.

“Would you guys be okay with being in a video with me? Like, on my cam series?”

It’s no secret to them what you do, they are your best friends after all.

You watch as Sehun’s jaws drop and Chanyeol’s eyes grow even more wider than they naturally are.

Chanyeol speaks first. “Like both of us in a video with you at the same time?”

You nod your head unable to look back at the screen. You’re secretly glad you did this through FaceTime and not in person. You don’t think you could’ve handled it. 

You hear Sehun ask a question as well. “What exactly will we be doing?”

You clear your throat as your eyes find focus away from the phone screen and on a plant somewhere in your room.

“Well we would be doing some sexual things of course. Um...you guys would be, you know, doing things to me together.” Why is it suddenly so hard to explain what a threesome is?

“So we’re having a threesome? For your cam girl series?”

“Yes, if you guys are up for it? Someone commented that they would pay extra to see it, so I can of course split the money with you guys no problem. I will be promoting on my channel as something extra premium for my already premium customers, so I will definitely be making a lot more than usual.” You’re rambling now.

“I’m down,” Sehun says with a wicked smile.

“Me too, let’s get this bread!” Chanyeol adds.

You relax with their enthusiastic answers and you three all break into smiles as you begin to plan out all the details for your special video.

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Chanyeol texts back, “Relax were outside come open the door.”

You smile and squeal getting all giddy because you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t imagined fucking Chanyeol and Sehun at some point during the time you’ve known them. Now you’re about to fuck them both! At the same time!

You open the door and your greeted with both of their toothy smiles, you can't help but give them a toothy smile back.

“Come in, guys!” You say excitedly. 

You’re wearing your robe right now because you want to get their raw reaction to what you’re wearing underneath when you turn on the camera.

You lead them down the hallway to your room. In the corner you’ve got a red sheet on the wall as a back ground, you’ve got your camera set up on the tripod with a big ring light around it. 

“This is a nice set up!” Sehun says, genuinely impressed.

“Sehun, I’m a professional. I have to have the best quality videos out there.” You say with a proud smile.

They both let out a little laugh.

“Oh! I almost forgot.” You pick up the two black ski masks you bought for them. “I wasn’t sure if you guys were comfortable with showing your faces on camera, so I got you these just in case!”

“Oh this is perfect, thanks.” Chanyeol says as he grabs one.

Sehun takes off his shirt before grabbing his and putting it on.

You admire his slender, yet muscular frame. His pale skin making it look even more majestic. The faint outlines of a six pack showing. You’re ready to start touching him already.

You look over and see Chanyeol has done the same. His body is just as attractive as Sehun’s. His skin slightly more tanned, muscles more defined. You want to give him a nice long lick from the hem of his pants to his neck. With their masks on, it’s hard to focus on anything but their bodies.

Your alarm goes off, pulling you out of your trance, letting you know it’s time to start. “Okay are you guys ready? Don’t forget this is LIVE.” You put emphasis on live because you guys talked about it before and had to carefully plan it so it would look as natural as possible. You don’t want your viewers knowing you’ve never had sex with them before. You like for them to think you’re a dirty girl even off camera, it really sells the persona you’ve created.

You physically place them on either side of you and look in the camera’s view finder to make sure it looks good.

You look over to Chanyeol, “Are you ready?” He gives you a wink.

You look over to Sehun and ask him the same. He responds by making a kissy face to you. You smile and press the start button on the computer, starting the live.

You watch as the viewer number climb rapidly. Once it hits 10,000 you start talking.

“Hi lovers.” You start if your most sultry voice you can muster, your cam voice. “I have two special guests with me today,” You run your hand down Sehun’s stomach, trying to ignore the way he tenses. “Over here we have Mr. S.” You move over to Chanyeol and do the same. “And on this side we have Mr. C.”

With your robe still tied, you let it slip off your shoulders just a little bit, using your forearms to keep it up. You notice in the view finder Chanyeol and Sehun both turn their heads to you, watching you.

“I hear my lovers were just dying to see me get fucked by two men. Is this true?” You watch the comments and reactions flow in on your computer. You look back at the camera with a sexy smirk and finally untie and drop the robe completely.

Under the robe your breast are completely bare and your panties are black lace, crotchless thongs. You put on a bit of body glitter on your chest, you notice your viewers love when you’re sparkly. You’ve got some dark lipstick and a dark cat eye to match. 

You are sure to keep eye contact with the camera as your hands find Sehun’s dick through his sweatpants. You start rubbing him through his pants making sure the outline is very evident for the viewers to see. You look over your shoulder at Chanyeol who is rubbing himself through his sweatpants.

“Ohh lovers, I think Mr. C is getting a little jealous watching me give all my attention to Mr. S.” You watch Chanyeol pull his dick out and start jerking off while staring very deeply into your eyes. You movements almost falter on Sehun’s dick. You’re trying your hardest to keep it together, this is live!

You break the eye contact and look back to the camera, “Actually, lovers, I think this is making Mr. C very horny.” You pull Sehun’s pants down to his ankles and he kicks it off the rest of the way. “Let’s give him a little more to watch.”

You turn your full attention to Sehun and wrap your hand around his dick as you jerk him slowly. Then you pull him down for a heated kiss with your other hand. Sehun’s hands grip your waist on either side. Your mouths begin to move in sync and you slip your tongue into his mouth and he gladly sucks on it pulling a moan out of you. As the kiss gets deeper you feel a third hand roughly grab your right breast, the one closer to the camera, and you can feel the head a Chanyeol’s dick against your ass. You start pushing back against him and he lets out a moan. You let go of Sehun’s dick to pull him closer so that his is rubbing against your clit. You have Chanyeol grinding against your ass and Sehun against your clit. You could cum right now. 

The hand that was on your breast is now around your jaw and pulling you away from Sehun’s lips. Chanyeol turns you so that you're now in a heated kiss with him. Sehun’s takes this moment to kiss and lick all over your exposed neck. You feel Sehun continue to go further and further down your body until feel him lick at your clit. Chanyeol lets your jaw go and you can finally take a deep breath. You let a sensual moan as Sehun encases your clit with his mouth giving it a gentle suck. You lean your head back onto Chanyeols chest and he grabs your hand and it puts around his dick. He starts fucking into your hand as you try to meet his pace. 

You turn back to the camera so your viewers can watch your face as you get your pussy ate while jerking off Chanyeol. You catch a glimpse of yourself in the viewfinder and even you have to admit the scene unfolding right now looks so good.

“You like how he’s eating your pussy huh? Are you going to cum on his face? I bet your lovers would love to watch you cum on his face.” Chanyeol suddenly says as his hands knead at your breast. Your eyes screw shut and you feel your hips begin to buck even more into Sehun’s face. That was so unexpected. They said they weren’t comfortable with speaking. You thought they would be silent. 

Chanyeol starts sucking on your neck. “Come on, baby, cum on his face for me, I’m sure he’d love it too.” You look down and Sehun is already looking at you. You watch his tongue swirl around your clit before sucking on it again. The sight mixed with Chanyeol’s hands on your breast and his deep grunting in your ear as he fucks your hand makes your whole body come undone. You feel your orgasm take over you as you cry out that you’re cumming.

Your body starts to shake and Sehun holds your legs to keep you from squeezing his head while he helps you ride out your orgasm with soft, wide tongue licks. Chanyeol is peppering your neck with kisses, also attempting to help you ride this out.

Once you’ve finally come down, you glance over to the computer and see the view number climbing even more and lots of reactions and comments coming in. Aside from the amazing orgasm you just had, you’re also thinking about how much money you’re about to make from this special.

Sehun comes back up and pulls you to his lips, making you taste yourself. You moan into his mouth while Chanyeol finally pulls his sweatpants off. When you and Sehun finally pull away from each other you watch as Chanyeol walks closer to the camera holding his dick. Once he’s close enough, he starts shaking it around for your viewers. Oh, he loves this, you think to yourself.

“Should we fuck your sweet babydoll at the same time...” He looks back at you and Sehun, dick still in his hand, “Or take turns?” He’s incredibly comfortable in front of the camera behind that mask.

All three of your attentions turn over to the computer screen watching the viewers comments come in.

“Together!!”

“Fuck that slut at the same time she’ll fucking love it!”

“Her wet pussy can handle two dicks at the same time”

“We paid to see her fucked by two guys at once”

More and more comments of that nature keep rolling in and Chanyeol looks back to the camera, stroking his dick slowly. “Looks like babydoll’s pussy is about to get stretched out,” he says with a smirk.

There’s a rather large, pink bean bag chair behind you that you normally use for your solo acts. You take a seat on it and spread your legs as far as they’ll go, while Chanyeol adjusts the camera angle.

Once finished with camera he comes over to sit next you and shoves his index in middle finger in your mouth, knowing that he wants you to get them wet for your pussy. Sehun sits on the opposite side and shoves his same two fingers in your mouth too.  Once they’re both moistened to their satisfaction they bring them down to your pussy.

Chanyeol slips them in you doing a scissoring motion to stretch you, Sehun doing the same.

It’s Sehun’s turn to talk, to your surprise. “We have to get baby dolls pussy prepared for us,” He says looking at the camera. “We want to make sure her pussy is stretched so good for the both of us.”

You lean your head back and let out a long moan as they both finger you with their index and middle fingers. You’ve never been this stretched out before and base on the size of their dicks, you’re a little nervous it might still be painful even after the prepping.

You feel someone’s thumb collect some of the wetness around your pussy and then start gently rubbing your clit. Your head snaps back up quickly and you suck your bottom lip in biting it hard. Your eyebrows crease and your eyes are screwed shit again. You feel like you could come again. Chanyeol leans in to kiss you and after not even two seconds of making out you feel Sehuns lips add to the mix. Here you are in a three way kiss with your two best friends and their fingers up your pussy. Never in a million years did you foresee this happening.

They both start moving down at the same time, kissing, licking, and sucking on either side of your neck. You can feel your face contorting again, you’re trying to catch your breath while the moans slips out very breathy. You can feel your pussy trying to clench and your legs start trembling. The warm feeling in your stomach getting warmer and warmer before spreading throughout your whole body. 

“Ahhhh fuck! Ohhh fuck fuck fuck! I’m cumming again oh my fu-” You cut yourself with a loud, breathy moan as you reach the peak of your orgasm. Your face is all warm and sticky with a thin layer of sweat, your lips feel swollen. You’re sure you look fucked out and you haven’t even been fucked yet.

Once you’ve calmed down you open your eyes to see both Chanyeol and Sehun staring at you with wide eyes and their mouths slightly open. Looks like they enjoyed the show. You nod your head signaling that you’re ready for them.

Chanyeol stands first to go fix the camera angle again, this time zooming it in a little bit more to focus on where your pussy’s going to be. To help figure out where exactly you go ahead and move to sit on Sehun’s lap in the center of the bean bag. You align his tip with you glistening and already sensitive pussy and slide down with ease. Sehun scoots into a more laying down position and at an angle so the camera gets a great shot of your stretched out pussy.

Once Chanyeol gets the angle perfect he comes back in the frame, puts a little spit on his hand to rub on the tip of his dick. Then you feel him towards the back of your entrance. He sticks is finger in again trying to prepare you a little more to make this as painful as possible. Once he feels you’re ready, he finally slides in too.

The moan you let out came from deep within you. In no way did the stretch their four fingers did compare to the stretch both of their dicks did. It’s a bit painful and you have to put a hand on Chanyeol’s hip stopping him from going any deeper. You allow your pussy to get accustomed to the stretch before letting them start moving.

Once you’ve taken your hand away from his hip, Chanyeol takes it as a sign and is the first one to move. Sehun watches your face for any sign that you’re in pain and he notices you’re okay and starts moving underneath you as well.

Once they both get their rhythm they get very into it, they’re both moaning, yet they sound so different. You can’t even describe the feeling you have right now. Two dicks moving in you at the same time. It’s not the best feeling, but it’s also not the worst.

They start to speed up you can tell Chanyeol, especially, must be close. He grabs your arms and pulls them behind you, making you sit up in the process. You're a moaning mess along with them. Sehun has his feet firmly planted on the ground, allowing him to thrust up with even more speed. His hands are gripping your hips so hard, you’re sure there will be a bruise. 

You and Sehun are staring into each other’s eyes. You wish you could see his whole face taken over with ecstasy. You so badly want to tear this masks off. Chanyeol lets go of one of your arms and wraps his hand around your neck. You reciprocate by using your free arm to reach back and pull him even closer with your hand tangled in his hair.

“You’re such a slut, babydoll, aren’t you?” Chanyeol says loud enough for your mic to catch.

You simply nod your head, not trusting your voice right now.

He lets go of your neck to slap your titty. “Use your voice, babydoll! I asked you a question!”

His hand goes back to your throat and you scream out “Yes!” before he tightens his hand around it again.

You hear Sehun from under you, “Only sluts can handle two dicks in her this good!”

“Yes!! You both feel so good!! I want you both to cum in me! Let me feel you both cum!!” You don't know what's gotten into you but that wasn’t part of the plan. Caught up in the moment I guess?

Nonetheless, you feel Chanyeol’s grip around your neck falter and he does one last, hard thrust into you before his body tenses and he groans loudly into your neck. He came first. Sehun goes a little bit longer, adding to Chanyeol’s pleasure with the friction, before his hips start jutting sporadically inside of you finally cumming as well with a loud moan, turning his head to the side, eyes shut tight and mouth wide open.

For a moment you three just lay there, completely fucked out and exhausted. Chanyeol pulls out and you let out a moan from feeling your pussy relaxed after being so stretched. He helps you off of Sehun and onto wobbly legs. You make your way to the camera and bend over in front of it, ready to sign off.

“Lovers, how was that?” You ask, still panting. “Was it worth every penny? I sure hope so. I love being your guys’ little slut.” You smile before biting your bottom lip and winking at the camera. “Thank you so much for tuning in, until next time.” You kiss your hand and blow it to the camera, then reaching over to your computer, you end the live.

After the live ended, you see your stats for the video and you’re completely shocked to see that you had 1 million viewers tonight!

“How would you guys like to make a couple more videos with me?” You ask turning around to see that they’ve both taken their masks off. They both looks so good right now, ecstasy still written all over their face.

They look at each other, still breathless, and then back to you, both smiling.

After tonight, you know your guys’ friendship will never be the same. But you’re kind of okay with that, because they really know how to make you feel good and fuck you out!

[pesiko]

SEHUN SERIES RECS

✖hiatus | ✔ completed | ✿ personal favorite | M mature

Oh, Baby ✿ [30.7k] {10} ✔

You and Sehun have always maintained your mutual dislike for one another. But what happens when an unexpected incident leaves the two of you in charge of a baby, together? @whimsical-ness

Fortune Favors the Brave & Writer’s Cut ✿ [53.3k] {6} ✔

At the frontlines of the battle to save humanity from extraterrestrial threats, trust is the most important currency when baring every inch of your soul in a neural link to a military mech co-pilot. The last person that Sehun, an experienced Jaeger pilot, expects to have for a partner candidate is you -- especially when he knows a secret from your past that must be kept hidden. From you. “You could say that,” you gritted out. @j-pping

Flutter & Fluttering M ✿ [25.6k] {8} ✔

“Hello,” he greeted you softly. You had forgotten how deep his voice actually was and you pursed your lips. “Hello Sehun,” you replied, doing your best to keep your face stoic. “I heard that you need some help,” the man continued. He removed his sunglasses, carefully putting them on the table as he pierced you with his dark eyes. The damn smirk was still there. @suho-mochi

Be Mine - part of EXO Business AU M {9}✖

I could find the whole meaning of life in those sad eyes. They’ve seen things that you never quite say, but I hear…  @thesammtimes

Red - CEO and assistant, infidelity, angst M {4} ✔

“I don’t want to hide this anymore. I’m not some dirty little secret.” @enaasteria

Charade - part of EXO Wolf AU M {6} ✔

Sehun had been your best friend since the two of you were in diapers. It was inevitable for you both. As if something had been written in the stars, or they aligned, or something lame like that. Or maybe you were both just too damn alike to have anything other than an amazing friendship between the both of you. @thesammtimes

Keepers {2} ✔

The Red String of Fate exists and only some people have the ability to see the strings. These people can actually cut strings and knot other people’s strings to alter the soulmate laws. Your best friend’s wedding is tomorrow and they know you can see the string. They ask you to help them defy the laws of the universe and help them be with the person they love even though they know they’re not their soulmate. You know they love each other so you help them regardless if your best friend is your soulmate. @enaasteria

Crumbling Down {6} ✔

When friends with benefits goes horribly wrong. @yeolsmuffin

Brat of a Friend & A Little Too Tall

Chanyeol knows you two like each other so he fixes you up with Sehun. @bangtanexonyeondan

❥ SEHUN NAVI

[main masterlist] [exo masterlist] updated (4-24-21)

[yehet-me-up]

Content Tag Game

Tagged by EXO sister-wife Kat @yeoldontknow​ <3 1. what fandoms have you written for (but do not currently)?

2. what fandoms are you currently writing for?

3. how long have you been writing? on this blog?

uhhh I definitely wrote half of several harry potter and lotr fanfics in HS but that was ‘the dark times’ many moons ago. so as an adult this is my only fandom! just stumbled into kpop and stumbled onto fanfics in the most backwards way possible (was sent a meme of a 1D ‘imagine’ and was like hey I wonder if they have these for kpop and then I found them and they were not a meme, but were fucking incredible AND NOW 4 YEARS LATER (started August-ish 2017???) here we are hahaha)

4. on which platforms do you post your stories?

oh dear god i just remembered I have an AO3 account..... WHOOPS, shit 😅 might need to, y’know, update that at some point. jfc adhd object permanence is something else.

5. what is your favorite genre to write?

Personally it’s sci fi/fantasy, but here in the fanfic space I’d say..... uhh slice of life, romance, angst but make it a happy ending?? fanfic is a way for me to share all the sort romantic hopeful feelings I have about love and life and friendship and purpose 💕

6. are you a pantser or a planner?

Used to be a pantser when I started this (and when fics used to be like ?? 3k-5k) now that fics in general are longer for one-shots and series my good lord I need an outline. Especially for exo mall which is *insert meme of crazy guy with the bulletin board* a lot for my brain haha

7. one shot or multi-chapter?

8. what is the perfect chapter length in your opinion?

I’d say mine are usually 5k or so?? some series were shorter per chapter, depending on subject matter. I tend to write like... interconnected long as frick oneshots, so i don’t count those as chapters ☠️

9. what is your longest published story? is it complete?

uhhhhh good question haha. my book was 95k and I think exo mall is like *dammit math* 140k or something that has significantly gotten out of hand. I have two more fics so it will probably be like 180ish when it’s done?? not including the drabbles to come haha 

10. which story did you enjoy working on the most?

I loved No Quarter and torturing Kat with her husband, also staying up all night to finish Chanyeol’s exo mall knowing kat had NO idea it was coming was a BLAST. Kyungsoo’s exo mall was one of the most ‘in the flow’ writing experiences i’ve ever had. I wrote this Baek oneshot at like 3am when i couldn’t sleep once and tbh it felt like I wrote it in a dream. ja;slkfjasd I love so many of these this is like a trip down memory lane, so I’m going to be a wh*re and say two more haha.  This is the most honest and close to ‘real life’ thing I think I’ve written on here (and also one of the only sex scenes I didn’t lose my goddamned mind trying to write a;sldkfja;sdf). And lastly Ablaze, which was the longest thing I’d written (I think) and let me know that hey? maybe I could write a book someday <3

11. favorite request you’ve have written and why (if any?)

This request for Exo Mall Baek was such a joy to write! And for some reason this Taeyong drabble makes me wish I had the time/energy to write it into a full story, it gripped me so much when I wrote it, like a movie had fully downloaded into my brain out of nowhere.

12. are there reoccurring themes in your stories?

For sure! I’d say found family is a big one. Trusting that you’ll find your place even if things don’t make sense or you feel unsure. Believing that love is worth the risk and fear of trusting someone ;laksjdfal;sd. That love can be big gestures and super intense, but that after that fades away it’s the small daily moments that matter most - the people who stay and listen when you’re sad, holding hands and forehead kisses, taking care of people when they’re sick or scared or just need company, showing up to try again or to communicate even when things are hard. 

Someone commented on a fic of mine ages ago that I helped them see that real love (of that small, daily, consistent kind) is possible and MAYHAPS I cried because underneath it all, that’s what I’d want people to take away - that love of all kinds is scary, but it’s always worth it in the end <3

13. current number of wips?

Surprisingly just ... 3? wow how time has changed hahaha. I have Jun + Baek for exo mall (plus some drabbles but that will be something people write in about, so I wouldn’t consider them wips) and then I maaaaay continute on here with the Jun + Min regency baes series. We shall see :)

14. three things you have noticed about your own writing?

1. I can’t NOT write Baekhyun as the biggest cheesy dork in the entire world 2. That I’ll always have endless fantasy world to live in. I have to try actively to not start new WIPs because it’s so damn easy to be inspired. If I’m ever bored I know that I can jump into some story and let myself be carried away for a while 3. that who and how i am in real life is not usually the same person that i am when it comes to the vibe of my writing, and that that’s totally okay <3

15. a quote you like from a published story.

“I wish it had been with someone like you, though,” you say, squeezing his hand.

“Someone like me?” he says, raising his eyebrows, waiting for an explanation.

You look down at the floor, trying to figure out how to put how he makes you feel into words. “Yeah, someone strong, and steady. And safe.”

He lets out a laugh. “Safe? That sounds awfully similar to boring.”

“No, no. You don’t understand,” you say emphatically, coming to stand fully in front of him, grabbing his other hand as well. “You never ask me to be anything but who I am. You’re patient, kind, caring. For the longest time I thought that falling in love would be stifling. That it would… I don’t know, take my independence. Take my spirit. Make me into someone I don’t recognize.”

You step closer, holding his face in your hands. “But I can’t think of anything I want more than to be with you. You make me the best version of who I am. I don’t know how it is for you, being with me. But when I’m with you, it just feels like… home,” you finish gently.

- from Kyungsoo’s exo mall because THIS is how I feel about falling in love now, and this story was me working out what I believed about the process (like a goddamned emo bish haha)

16. a quote from an unpublished story.

For a moment you allow yourself this weakness. It won't destroy you to admire the strong lines of his body, the intensity and focus in the set of his brows, the deep, warm color brown of his eyes as they - oh lord, he's looking directly at you. As he notices you watching him his lips press into a small smile, inclining his head towards you.

'Oh no,' you say, mortified. In a breath you've blinked and drawn your arm through Maggie's, weaving your way through the crowd and dragging her with you.

'What's wrong?' she hisses in your ear, slightly off-kilter from the drink and revelry. 'You're going to tear my arm off.’.

'Sorry, he -' With a hand you push through the front doors, gulping in the cool night air and breathing deeply to steady the erratic pace of your heartbeat. 'Maggie, what's happening to me? He looked at me and I felt so... naked. I can't explain it.'

She realizes you aren't in actual distress and laughs. 'Good. About time you fell in love. I'm delighted.'

- From perhaps a future chapter of Jun and Min regency baes series....

17. space for you to say something to your readers.

Thank you so much. Truly, from the bottom of my heart. This fandom brought writing back into my life after such a long time away and I had no idea I would love it so much. The friends it’s brought me and the kind words that made me cry or cheered me up on a shitty day or made me laugh out loud and the watching other writers grow on their journeys. Getting to hear how something I made could help you feel less alone or less sad on a shitty day is all I’ve ever wanted from sharing all this. Thank you for being here and thank you for sharing parts of yourself with me <3

Tagging anyone who sees this who would like to do it, even if you don’t consider yourself a “real writer” yet (yes you are, stop doubting yourself!!!!) 😘

[vicecityhq]

██████████████]99% LOADING...SUSPECT INTO THE APD DATABASE...

WITNESS(ES) SAY HE REMINDS THEM OF: the gentle tinkering of a screwdriver, gentle clicks of a keyboard, a hard face with a soft demeanor, planning a dnd game night, glasses perched all the way against the bridge of your nose. . With a slight resemblance to KIM MIN-SEOK ( Xiumin ) of/the EXO.

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FULL FILE:

Last Name, First Name: Noe Hyunjae Alias: Abraxas Realm of birth (if earth, nationality): Agdoeg, South Korea Age: 31 Date of Birth: April 10th, 1990 Gender: Cismale Preferred Pronouns: He/Him Species: Gumiho/Cyborg Lv1 1 Occupation: Chaebol & G.H.O.S.T. Medical Tech Sexual Orientation:  Heterosexual Associated businesses: 

VISUAL FILE:

Skin Color: Warm ivory undertones, tans to a golden hue Eye color: Hickory brown but can appear caramel depending on the light [reference] Scars:  Obviously has scarring on his right shoulder from the burns that resulted in amputation as well as surgical scars near the socket from the procedure. Piercings:  Left ear - lobe, upper lobe, industrial. Right ear - lobe, upper lobe, and double helix. Wears mainly simple studs or barbells in silver or black metallic. His siblings have gifted him various shaped and coloured acrylic studs, mainly with a star/celestial motif. Doesn’t wear anything that dangles or has a noticeable weight. Used to have a spider bite lip piercing. Tattoos:  A star chart map on his left pectoral [ reference ] each full circle corresponds to each of his siblings, including his, with his mother’s in the innermost circle and his father’s chart filling in the rest of the map. A geometric solar system along his inner left arm [ reference ]. His G.H.O.S.T. barcode is hidden in plain sight, on his cybernetic forearm, etched into the mechanical parts. Hair color:  Naturally dark auburn [ reference ] but is known to bleach and dye it various shades from ash blond to near black, keeping to the warm red tones. Abnormalities:  When his emotions run particularly high, his eyes seem to immolate with a spectral gold fire, regardless of form. Horns/ wings/ etc: Transformed form:  Has a cross fur pattern when in fox form [ reference ] and 6 tails.

PERSONAL FILE:

RELIGIOUS BELIEF: Spiritual but does not adhere to a specific organized religion

SINS:  greed  /  gluttony  /  sloth  /  lust  /  pride  /  envy  /  wrath

VIRTUES: chastity  /  charity  /  diligence  /  humility /  patience /  justice / temperance

KNOWN LANGUAGES: Korean, Japanese,  Cantonese, Mandarin, English, learning Thai

SECRETS: When they were young children, he had asked Sypha Jeup to marry him when they got older, but he’s sure she’s forgotten about that.

SAVVIES: Tinkering - Whenever he’s using a device, he finds himself getting lost in ideas of how to improve it. If given enough time, he’ll have fabricated a prototype out of scraps and begun tests, This has led to some interesting gadgets such as the God Furby. Tactician - Having always been drawn to strategy games and finding satisfaction in impeccable resource management systems, his mind has become used to viewing life as a series of cause and effect with the goal being to navigate those choices to achieve a flawless outcome.

Powers & Abilities: Dokkaebi Physiology, Sleep-paralysis Inducement, Supernatural Beauty, Possession, Shape-shifting, Illusion Manipulation, Insanity Inducement, Dream Manipulation, Nine-Tailed Fox Physiology

Traits:  Responsible, good humoured, intuitive, fierce, relentless,  vindictive,  manipulative

BACKGROUND CHECK:

Date of Birth: April 10th, 1990

Date of Death: N/A

Crime Record:  Officially spotless, but it's easy to control the narrative when you had a hand in installing and maintaining their databases.

Background/Biography:  tw: arson, amputation, gun violence, surgery

Heavy should’ve been the head that held the crown, however that burden was not meant for Hyunjae to handle alone. The love Noe Seokbin had for his wife ran deep and bore many fruit, and Hyunjae soon found himself surrounded by siblings in a house just large enough to hold their laughter. He took to the role of eldest brother as if he was born for it, always there to clean and bandage a scrape, pass the controller to when the boss was just too tough, and keep secrets from mom and dad. His father didn’t have to guide or control him as Hyunjae developed into the spitting image of the Noe patriarch, responsible, good natured, with his own hunger to master any technology he could get his hands on.

 And then their home was set ablaze in 2008. Hyunjae was the first to notice that they were a head short and he ran back into the building before anyone could stop him. He knew where Haemasu liked to hide, call it a big brother instinct, and used his arm to prop up a burning beam so the youngest could escape the inferno. He only collapsed on the lawn once he saw their mother clutching the baby of the family, knowing everyone was finally safe. The decision to amputate his son’s arm was not made lightly, Seokbin knew that there was a chance Hyunjae would never regain full functionality, even with the advancements made in prosthetics as complications could always happen. The paperwork was signed the night Hyunjae’s anesthesia wore thin for only a few moments, watching his son screaming his throat bloody in agony was convincing enough. When Hyunjae awoke after the procedure, he blankly stared at the space his arm used to be before asking after his siblings.

 The process of relearning how to operate with his non-dominant hand was long, but Hyunjae was always a dutiful student. Over time, the family noticed subtle but ever growing changes to Hyunjae’s prosthetic, the hard plastic fingers gaining more dexterity and accuracy with every passing iteration. Seokbin confirmed his suspicion by catching Hyunjae late one night, awkwardly using his left hand and teeth to modify his own arm. They reviewed the shakily drafted schematic and began building Hyunjae a proper arm together. Each version remained rather rudimentary and always had some tactile hurdle it couldn’t overcome. It was only when a budding cybernetics company looking for investors caught his father’s attention that real progress was made and Hyunjae’s arm became the company’s first major unveiling.

Through the trials and research, Hyunjae caught a taste for electrical and biomedical engineering and his academic path was set. He refused to rely on his name and legacy to achieve his accolades and sought his doctorate in secret. Balancing the demands of the blinding spotlight, thriving business, and academic bureaucracy with incredible time management and copious caffeine. He saw the scope of the cybernetics field to be too small, settling on limb replacement and tools for physical therapy and assistance, when it held so much more potential. The entire organ harvesting and transplant system could be upended, and should be revolutionized in order to meet the desperate demand. So he built lungs and kidneys from wires and sterilized metals, proving the concept but always looking towards replicating the heart and dreaming of augmenting the brain.

Much like how his father caught him tinkering well into the night, Hyunjae lingered in the shadows beyond Seokbin’s office door, overhearing a warning that threatened the very foundation of the city. He knew of the Noe and Jeup’s tumultuous history from his grandmother and her terrible bedtime stories, but that was all he thought of them as, simply stories from generations ago. Their fathers acted as opposite ends of a bridge between their families now, and Hyunjae remembered being told to watch over the Jeup children as he would his own siblings. Hyunjae confronted his father behind closed doors and accepted his cautious and patient approach. If the Jeup’s were so entwined with the bleeding underbelly of the city, it was best to appear unassuming, amass their allies silently and prepare for when they needed to go hunting. The Noe never lit the match, but they would control the fire.

Hyunjae found himself staring into the reflective abyss of Agdeog’s criminal scene, the random violence that consumed the city focusing into tendrils of a writhing, feeding monstrosity. Each act connected by thin strings of causality, and more and more of them vanished into the void surrounding the Jeup patriarch. With the scent of blood coating his tongue, he grasped a crimson stained thread and tugged. Much like his father, he was visited by a figure at his lab and expected a similar warning, instead finding himself mulling over an interesting proposal. The Veil’s cause resonated with Hyunjae’s sense of justice and so he submerged himself into the chaos, distancing himself from his siblings so they wouldn’t be caught in his wake. The group had the best intentions, but lacked the means or the ambition to actually do anything substantial. Hyunjae became an increasing voice and call to action as he rose through the ranks, navigating the battlegrounds with careful words to soothe emblazoned egos much like his father would negotiate among salivating businessmen. Millimeters of progress were finally being made, but it all unraveled when Hyunjae chose his family over everything else.

Having his baby sister, Dalnim, on his operating table broke something in him. All that careful patience was worth nothing when he was coated up to his elbows in her blood, holding her heart that fluttered weakly around the bullet lodged inside its ventricles. He worked tirelessly through the night, giving her his life’s work, needing it to give him back his sister. As the metal valves expanded, the mechanisms hummed as Dalnim’s pulse returned. Wracked with exhaustion, drenched in sweat and blood, he collapsed beside the table, clutching her hand until she squeezed his back. The next few days were spent carefully monitoring her, both to allow her to recover from such a traumatic event but to also keep her close in case of complications. When they both emerged from his lab, the world had shifted.

 The city was in a state of shock, unaware of how deep the scars would run from the carnage that unfolded. “Cut off the heads,” He remembered saying the words among the Veil, but that’s all they were supposed to be, words, an idea. It wasn’t meant to be a plan. It was a last resort, a way to knock the chessboard over when everything else failed. There was too much chaos, coursing anger, and bad blood infecting the veins of the city for something so brash to ever work. As the Veil faded into the mists, he watched the new generation step into their shadowed thrones, a hunger stoked by opportunity thick on their tongues. Whispers of Jeup's involvement with the Nightbloods reached him and Hyunjae knew he had to act before the noose around Agdeog grew too tight.

 G.H.O.S.T was founded under the promise of one thing, to control the uncontrollable. The city could not survive another war, and Hyunjae was going to ensure that it never would have to. Learning from the mistakes of the Veil, he selectively collected his allies in secret, knowing that if the gangs caught wind of a growing power they wouldn’t be able to help themselves and cannibalize the city in an effort to maintain rule over the ashes. He was patient and cautious, careful to not make any waves as the pieces slowly set themselves into place. Then his parents disappeared and the priorities shifted once again. He let his siblings bark and gnash their teeth, accusations flying as unanswered questions continued piling up. The goals of the Noe family and of G.H.O.S.T blending and blurring into the same: vengeance.

 Sangje challenging his leadership was not surprising, but the true pain came from watching the faith in him vanish in each of his siblings as they casted their votes. He maintained his composure as he passed the torch to his younger brother, bitterly swallowing the betrayal so that it could melt away in the acids of his stomach. They could sit in the seat he built, order the allies he secured, but they could never replace him as their elder brother.

INTERVIEW QUESTION (para sample): “Just run us through what happened that night”. - Officer

The bowtie around his neck was too tight.

Mingling under the crystal chandeliers of the Jeup estate, Hyunjae gave easy smiles and sweet words to anyone he came across, having the tact to attempt to appear equally invested. Sharply manicured nails occasionally dug into the jacket of his tuxedo, the brazen ones reaching up to try and swipe at his skin with some wafer thin excuse. The cost of being a generous benefactor was that everyone was hungry for a piece, even if the spotlight preferred to illuminate the illicit and scandalous affairs of the middle Jeup. Slipping away from glittery claws, he found himself at a balcony, watching the wind play among the leaves in a garden. He could almost hear the excited yips from a cluster of fox pups weaving between the bushes from deep in his memory.

“What happened that night?” Hyunjae turned, regarding the approaching police chief with a neutral expression, flicking through the possibilities and implications of the question. “At the gala, you excused yourself from the festivities rather abruptly.”

Hyunjae wore an easy smile, providing body language that would placate the man, “Nothing very exciting, I assure you. A business partner had not accounted for the time difference and requested a meeting. I didn’t think I would be missed once the silent auction was over.”

Satisfied with that answer, the two exchanged their pleasantries and went their separate ways. Hyunjae noted the eruption of raucous laughter carrying from the open doorway and wondered what headline that would create for tomorrow.

[jingabitch]

a concept (but also a request) --- a saesang discovers yn and tries to harm/blackmail her, and is almost successful. i'd love to see how the boys react and how they protect her

It has been a while !! since I wrote anything for this and I always worry that I’ve lost the AU. Let me know what you think as always, and I’m sorry it took me so long to get to this!

Word count: 5k

series index

Spa days are fun. They’d always been something you enjoyed, but didn’t have the money or time to indulge in before the boys. Since you’ve come to live with them, however, it’s become a group activity for you, which is all the better. Needless to say, pampering yourself is now a regular hobby, one they’re all too willing to encourage. It’s a nice compromise for when you feel like going out – they drop you off at the spa on their way to work and pick you up on the way back, and the spa employees know to text Namjoon frequently about what you’re getting up to.

Today’s spa session, however, is even more exciting than usual for you, because you’re preparing to attend an award show. Not as their date, of course – kpop idols don’t get dates – but as a member of the audience. They’d managed to wrangle you a ticket to the best seat in the house, after your persistent begging for weeks, and definitely way too much flaunting of your new engagement ring because all of them grew soft when they saw it.

It was all worth it in the end, because they eventually caved and let you go for the show. Not without a bunch of rules like ‘don’t talk to anyone’ and ‘come straight home’, or hiring what amounted to an armoured vehicle to ferry you to and from the event, but you’re excited nonetheless.

The show is tomorrow, and you’re going to be alone for most of the day because the boys have to rehearse for their performance, go early and all that, but for today, you’re with the seven of them being massaged and waxed and scrubbed together, and it’s amazing.

“Joonie-oppa?” you say into the dark silence of the room where you’re all lying as you get facials.

“Hmm?�� he mumbles back, clearly half-asleep. You bite back a smile of fondness, not wanting to disturb the layer of goop on your face.

“Thank you,” you say quietly, knowing that he’s the one who made all the arrangements for you to go. It can’t have been easy, since you’re a secret they’re determinedly keeping.

“You’re welcome,” he responds, his words still slightly slurred.

“Why didn’t you say thank you to the rest of us?” Jimin, ever the needy one, whines.

“I’ll thank you when we get home,” you respond, biting your lip against the smile that threatens to emerge. They’re all so cute, you just want to pinch their cheeks and show them love. And now you get to do just that for the rest of your life. What a lucky girl you are.

Getting ready for the show isn’t nearly as glamorous as one might imagine. For one thing, you’re alone in the apartment, doing your own hair and makeup. For another, you’re hardly able to focus on anything because the boys are constantly texting you. It’s like every second they aren’t actively rehearsing or doing sound check or whatever it is, they want pictures of you, updates on how you’re feeling, and, of course, it wouldn’t be Yoongi without repeated questions about whether you’re sure you really want to go for the show.

You love it, of course. After being alone for so many years, you’re hardly in a position to complain about too much attention. There isn’t such a thing, as far as you’re concerned, so you happily pose for pictures with half-done makeup, in the expensive silk robe they’d bought you.

When it comes time to get dressed, the boys insist on Facetiming you so they can see your reaction to the dress they’d bought for you. You know it’s expensive because it comes in a giant Dior box, but the boys had insisted on it remaining a secret for you until it was time to put it on.

With the boys eagerly watching from your phone propped up with some pillows, you lift the lid off the box and promptly gasp in shock. The gown is white, with silk chiffon buds sewn into it. As you lift it out of the box, you note that it’s a gorgeous A-line cut with a flared skirt that will leave only your ankles exposed, and that while the bodice is white, the skirt fades into deep blue and violet, with tiny yellow flowers adorning the hem.

“Oh, my God…” you marvel, speechless as you hold the dress up.

“Do you like it?” Hoseok asks eagerly, unable to stay quiet. He and Taehyung fought for almost a week over the dress before settling on this one, and he, for one, is rather proud of their selection. From afar it looks simple enough, with a classic cut and colour that you, with your more conservative fashion sense would feel comfortable wearing, but still unique, with intricate detailing that satisfied the boys. After all, even if no one at the show knows that you’re theirs, they should still admire you.

“It’s beautiful.” Your voice wobbles slightly, and Jimin immediately crowds closer to the phone, blocking most of the other boys.

“Y/n-ie, are you okay? Are you upset?” His voice is slightly panicked, and you sniffle as you blink away the tears.

“I’m fine, Chim. It’s just… this is so pretty; you guys are always too good to me,” you choke out.

“Stop it,” Yoongi says, knocking Jimin’s head away so he can take his turn peering at you. “You’re perfect; we’re the ones who don’t deserve you,” he says gruffly, clearing his throat. You know he isn’t the most vocal about his feelings, so you just smile at him.

“Okay, oppa,” you accept. “Thank you boys for this.”

Jimin returns enthusiastically, pressing his face so close to Yoongi’s that their cheeks are practically touching. You stifle a giggle at how cute they look together. “Y/n-ie! We’re not done! Look in my closet!”

“Uh… okay.” You pick up the phone and leave Yoongi’s room to go down the hall to the bigger one that Jimin and Hoseok share. Sitting on top of the drawers in Jimin’s section of their walk-in closet is a distinct blue box. “You didn’t,” you gasp, setting down the phone to open the box.

“Do you like it? It matches your ring, doesn’t it?” Hoseok yells from somewhere in the background. You stare reverently at the necklace and earrings set, a diamanté chain with a massive teardrop-shaped pendant dangling from it, and matching dangly earrings.

“Yeah, it’s gorgeous.” Ridiculously, you’re on the brink of tears again.

“Well, stop staring at it and go get ready, Y/n,” Seokjin frowns at you. His good-natured nagging is welcome now more than ever, and you nod obediently.

“Okay… I’ll see you later?” The statement comes out as a question against your will. Stupid, of course. The whole point of going to the show is to see the boys accept a whole slew of awards.

Yoongi smiles softly at you, though. “Yeah, baby, we’ll see you later,” he confirms before hanging up, and for the rest of the time that you’re getting ready, you can’t stop grinning.

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The show is spectacular. From where you’re seated, you have a perfect view of the celebrities in their own section, seated around tables – although you’ve really never understood why, since it’s not like this is a banquet. You ooh and ahh at the appropriate moments, applaud (smugly) when your boys sweep the awards, and in general have a grand old time. You’re alone, of course, but that doesn’t really bother you when you’d had so much time to get used to it in the past.

Besides, it’s somewhat different today. Even though the boys can’t text you given that all eyes – and cameras – are on them and they need to look like they’re engaged with the happenings of the event, their eyes are constantly drifting over to the audience, where they know you’re seated. The urge to wave at them is overwhelming, but you know how imperative it is that you not show any sign of knowing them in public. It was something that Namjoon had emphasized to you repeatedly last night, even though you’re not that sure why that’s the case. He’d said something about hate and crazy fans…?

Truth be told, though, you think his concern is just a tiny bit overblown. Sure, there are overzealous fans out there, but these days it really does seem like fans are becoming more mature. Even Chen from EXO had gotten married recently, and when they announced their engagement most of the reactions had been fairly positive. You hate doubting your boys, but it feels a little like they’re ashamed of you.

Once the seed takes root in your mind, it becomes almost impossible to shake. Years of coping with your insecurities and loneliness have primed you to think the worst, although the boys have always been so attentive that it’s impossible for even you to feel like they don’t care about you. Now, though, with the short distance between you that feels like an insurmountable barrier, it occurs to you that this is a metaphor for your lives. You’ll always be on the outside, looking in. They own you, but the inverse will never be the same.

Thinking about it threatens to send you into a spiral, and you know that you can’t have a full-blown panic attack here, so you leap out of your seat and bolt for the exit. Some fresh air will do you good, you think slightly hysterically, trying to put off the inevitable.

The cool spring air feels good on your overheated cheeks, and you pace up and down the alley next to the building, your arms folded across your chest. It feels like your ribs are constricting your lungs, and you suck in deep breaths of air, trying to calm yourself. Before you can get too caught up in your own mind, however, you hear footsteps behind you and whip around to see who it is.

“Hey,” Yoongi says simply, his hands in his pockets. “You okay?”

“Yes,” you lie, not wanting him to worry, but your voice wobbles slightly before you can catch it. You clear your throat loudly, hoping he’ll think it was just something stuck, but he just raises a brow at you.

Your shoulders slump defeatedly. You know you’ll never be able to hide anything from Yoongi. He’s the one who knows you the best, who saw you at your worst, back when you’d been alone and before he saved you.

“What happened?” he asks, holding his arms out for you, and you dive into them gratefully. You’re careful not to press your face against him, knowing that he can’t go back in with makeup smeared on his clothes, but you rest your chin on his shoulder and let him wrap you up in a hug.

“Are you embarrassed for people to know you’re with me?” you ask in a small voice.

Yoongi’s reaction is almost comedic. The normally lackadaisical man lets go of you to take a step back in shock, one hand on your shoulder as the other tilts your chin so that you have no choice to look at him, despite your best efforts. “Of course not,” he says emphatically, almost shaking you in his eagerness to make sure you understand just now serious he is. “Why? Who told you that?” His voice starts to rise and he starts turning away from you, almost like he’s going rush right back in to yell at his brothers.

You grab his hand so he doesn’t do anything ridiculous and drastic. “No one, it’s just… I don’t know, I feel like a dirty little secret sometimes, you know?”

“Baby…” he sighs. “You know why we can’t go public. It’s not safe for you.”

“I know… but Taeyang got married and it was fine, and Chen’s pregnancy reveal went all right too. I don’t know, I just feel like things might be changing, y’know?”

Yoongi frowns. “Chen’s wife’s identity isn’t revealed to the public, and he’s terrified to let her go out alone these days because of all the backlash from the fans.”

You pout a little. “I never go outside anyway; what does it matter?” you complain a little petulantly.

Yoongi sighs, sensing that this is something you’re going to dig your heels in over. “All right, I’ll talk to the others about it,” he says. “We can test the waters tonight, but promise me that you’ll let us prioritize your own safety over going public, okay?”

You nod obediently, smiling up at Yoongi. “Okay,” you agree. He drops a kiss on your forehead, then sends you back in, waiting a couple of minutes before he re-enters through the back entrance that celebrities use so no one suspects anything.

Little does he know, it’s already too late for such measures.

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Returning to your seat for the last part of the awards ceremony, you honestly feel a lot better. You don’t know how Yoongi knew you needed him, but he did, and he was there for you, no questions asked. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to get you out of your own head. Unconsciously you start stroking the edge of the ring adorning your finger. It was something you’d started doing for the boys, but along the way you realized how much the action comforted you as well, reminding you of the commitment they’d made to you.

You’re already seated when you see Yoongi returning to his, winding through the tables spread across the floor to get to the one the boys are at. They look at him inquiringly, but he just shakes his head and explains quietly, looking up at the audience for a second. If you weren’t looking out for it, you wouldn’t have noticed that he was talking about you.

Unfortunately, someone other than you is also looking out.

At the end of the event, the idols start standing up to leave and when your phone buzzes in your clutch, your eyes fly to the boys. Jungkook is casually adjusting his clothing and you can see him slip his phone back into his pocket. You smile to yourself. What a cute boy. He’s not that much younger than you, but you always feel the need to baby him.

You open up your clutch to check your phone, slowly standing to leave. The message you find causes you to glance back at the boys, who are now in a sea of idols all crowding towards the exit points. Taehyung sees you, though, and winks at you. Stifling a giggle, you wink back and follow the crowds out of the auditorium, heading towards the restrooms.

There’s a long line (of course) but you don’t mind, smiling to yourself as you text the boys, letting them know how proud you are of them, and how happy you are to be able to see it this close. The girl standing in line behind you taps you on the shoulder, and you look up at her, confused. “Yes?” you ask, politely, you hope. Your social skills have really deteriorated since moving in with the boys, not that they were necessarily excellent before.

“Your dress is so pretty!” she compliments you, and you giggle in response, flushing.

“Thank you so much!” you accept with grace. You know the dress is amazing – the boys have impeccable taste, after all, and the expensive accessories only highlight your whole outfit. You’re probably overdressed, but you don’t much care. You so rarely get to go out as it is, and you have to admit, you love playing dress up with the boys. It’s like Hobi and Taehyung think of you as a doll sometimes, and you don’t mind it at all.

“No problem! I think BTS liked it too,” the girl giggled. “They kept looking over at you just now.”

“Oh…” you laughed awkwardly, not sure how to respond. “I don’t think so; they just look over at the audience a lot because they care about their fans, I think.” Your excuse was weak, but without any warning, it was all you could come up with.

“No way! They were definitely looking at you. I bet you might even get some numbers tonight,” she whispered conspiratorially.

“Wow, that would really be something…” you trailed off, letting the conversation die. Thankfully, your phone pinged again and you excused yourself to continue texting the boys. You thought nothing more of the strange interaction you’d had, assuming it was just some overzealous fan who’d wanted to gush about the boys.

You took your time in the restroom, then hung around the entrance for a bit, watching people leave for the subway or get into cars. When it seemed like most people had left, you slipped back into the building, heading for the backstage area. You slipped in and someone with a clipboard and headset came to chase you away, but before he could, Namjoon came to get you. He brought you to the dressing room where the boys were hanging out, most of the stylists having left already.

“Baby!” Hoseok sprang up and ran to greet you in a way that honestly reminded you of Yeontan. You laughed and opened your arms to hug him, which he accepted happily. He took a step back a second later to take a good look at you, dripping in diamonds and adorned in the dress he’d chosen. You were always prettiest when you wore the clothes he picked, and it was a good thing you tended to agree with him.

He tugged you over to the couch where you sat, squished between him and the other boys. Spending time with them truly was the balm to your soul, you thought. With them around, you could definitely take on anything – overzealous fans, paparazzi, even strange personal encounters like the one you’d had earlier.

You had Yoongi’s jacket over your shoulders as you half-leaned on Taehyung, Jin standing behind you on the couch when you heard a commotion outside the dressing room. Before you could react, there was a scuffling sound and then someone burst through the curtains that were being used to give the rooms some semblance of privacy.

All of you turned, shocked, as the girl you’d been talking to earlier half-fell into the room. “You!” she gasps, just as surprised to see you. The boys immediately stand up, putting their bodies between you and the girl, so you can’t see each other anymore.

“What’s going on?” you wonder, your voice not working well enough to enunciate your words clearly.

Namjoon steps forward, Hoseok right behind him. “Get her out of here,” he directs security sharply, and they make to follow his orders, going to grab her to drag her out of there.

“Wait!” she gasps, lurching forward out of their grasp. “I just wanted to say hi.”

“Well, you’ve said it, now please leave. You’re not supposed to be back here.” Jimin, always the most polite one, says.

“Who is that girl?” the girl ignores Jimin to crane her neck so she can see around the boys.

“None of your business,” Jin snaps in response. While she looks up at him, hurt, the security guards take the opportunity to drag her out of the room.

Immediately, the boys turn back to you, rushing over to make sure you’re okay. Taehyung is so concerned he almost launches himself back onto the couch next to you, and Yoongi admonishes him to be more careful in case he actually hurt you. You smile up at Yoongi, accepting his gentle kisses and concern, but tell him that you’re not that fragile, that Taehyung would never actually hurt you.

When all the boys have made sure that you’re okay and gotten their share of hugs and fussing in, all of you make your way back home.

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For the next couple of days, it seems like everything’s gone back to normal. You hang the gorgeous dress up next to all the others you now on, and return to your usual attire of loungewear, hanging out on the couch with Yeontan most of the time. The boys, of course, still have to work, so you end up ordering a lot of takeout when Jin isn’t free to cook for you.

Then you start getting sick. At first, you think it’s probably just an upset tummy and review your takeout places, cutting out those that might have caused the issue. But it doesn’t stop, and you keep getting sicker. It gets to the point where you can’t hide it from the boys anymore, after running to the bathroom to throw up right as you’re getting comfortable to watch a movie together on one of the rare free nights they have.

“Baby? You okay?” It mortifies you to note that all the boys are standing right outside the bathroom door, watching you worship the porcelain god.

You give them a weak thumbs up, feeling like you’ve gotten it all out of your system, but then another wave hits and you’re forced to turn back to the toilet. A fresh wave of alarm runs through the boys. Jimin, Taehyung and Yoongi try to burst through the door at the same time, getting stuck before Yoongi, the most determined, pushes past the others and runs to you, rubbing your back gently. The others hover back, concerned but also kind of grossed out by what’s happening.

Eventually you stop and reach up weakly to flush the toilet. Yoongi helps you to the sink where Jimin’s already gotten your toothbrush loaded up to brush your teeth. As you snuggle up in bed – at Yoongi’s insistence, despite your insistence that you feel better already – the boys all take care of you in their own special ways. Namjoon, wondering if you’ve developed a sudden food aversion, starts Googling potential causes and making a table of all the things you’ve eaten in the past couple of days, separated by ingredient. Jimin, who’s curled up next to you, tells Namjoon that you should rest, but you shush him, letting Namjoon fret about you in his own way. Jin is in the kitchen, making porridge and mild soups for you to eat for the next few days, while Yeontan lies on the bed, mostly oblivious but pleased to be around everyone anyway.

Over the next few days, you seem to get better, and all of them are relieved to see that you’ve returned to your usual self. Of course, with how busy the boys are, Jin can’t keep cooking for you, and you go back to the takeout food once you’ve finished the last of his porridge.

Immediately you deteriorate again, even though you changed all the places you were getting takeout from. It’s infuriating and confusing, and truth be told, you’re getting a little scared. Not wanting to worry the boys, you try to hide it from them, but your cover was blown when you had to run out of the bedroom to throw up in the middle of the night, probably trampling over a couple of them in your hurry.

After that, you’re forced to confess that ever since you finished Jin’s home-cooked meals, all the food you’ve ordered is making you sick, which makes no sense because you aren’t even ordering from the same place more than once anymore. When you explain that, Namjoon’s jaw does that ticking thing and he kisses your forehead, telling you that everything will be okay, that he’ll take care of it.

The next morning, he’s gone before the rest of you really wake up, to talk to the security staff and check out the camera footage. When he comes back, you’re still in bed, but the others are in various stages of getting ready to go to the studio. He enters the apartment dramatically, slamming the door open and stomping into the bedroom, although the way he trips over the step to get past the entryway undercuts the effect of his rage slightly.

Yoongi is getting dressed when Namjoon barges into the room, but he’s so used to the other members seeing him in various states of undress that he doesn’t even react as he finishes taking his pajamas off. “What is it?” Yoongi asks, deadpan as always.

“That person at the award show has been intercepting all her meals,” Namjoon explained tightly, his jaw clenching.

You and Yoongi looked at each other as the dots connected in your mind. A second later, Yoongi had all but exploded with rage, pacing up and down while muttering about killing her. The others came to see what the commotion was about, Jimin still fastening his earrings and Taehyung buttoning his shirt as he stood in the hallway, and Namjoon had to explain all over again, and then calm everyone down because even if they all felt like it, murder wasn’t really an option for them.

“Guys…” you called from inside the room, since all of them seemed to have forgotten that you were even here. “It’s fine, I’ll just stop ordering delivery and the problem will be solved.”

The boys blinked at you, incredulous at your lack of anger and basic self-preservation. Then again, it was what had led you to them, so maybe they shouldn’t be quite that surprised…

“Well, yes, of course you should stop ordering delivery until we catch this person, but that can’t be all…” Even Hoseok was shocked at your carefree attitude towards someone literally trying to poison you.

“Sweetie, don’t you want that person to be put behind bars or something?” Jimin asked tentatively.

You shrugged. “Sure, but karma will take care of all of that.”

Karma…? Before any of them could question it, Namjoon cleared his throat, bringing everyone’s attention back to him, to explain the plan. Hoseok and Jin interjected once in a while to ask questions and add their suggestions, but the rest listened. Yoongi was still far too furious to think rationally, aggressively cuddling you and wrinkling his clothes, although he brushed that aside when you pointed it out. The younger ones listened with wide eyes, somehow shocked that something like this could happen, even though all of them had experienced crazy stalker fans before.

It was impossible for all of them to stay home, of course. Not only was this completely infeasible from a practical perspective, but there were various phases of the plan that were required to fully ensnare the stalker – not to mention, punish her for her actions. It was the only way that any of them could convince Yoongi to go along with the plan instead of going off by himself to commit murder or something.

First, they realized that since they didn’t actually have video footage of her messing with the food, they didn’t have enough evidence to hold up in court, so additional cameras were installed around the building, in the elevators and even a little one right outside their front door that was hidden in one of those silly “Welcome” signs people liked to put up on their doors. It was obvious that the case going to court would be impossible – they were in the public eye so often that everyone knew none of the boys were sick, and they didn’t want you to have to testify, which would reveal to the world that you were living in their dorm with the rest of them.

Then they had to figure out how she knew which deliveries were theirs. It wasn’t like she was hanging around their apartment complex all day, since that would definitely have aroused suspicion among the security guards. After trying out a few different experiments, they realized she’d somehow managed to tap the landline and intercepted every delivery that was ordered by you with one portion. It was genius, but they weren’t in much of a mood to appreciate it.

It took a couple more weeks, but eventually they managed to get enough footage of her taking their deliveries, sprinkling some sort of powder over it and then delivering it to your apartment. Since she always just knocked and then dropped the food off at your door, you never realized that all the deliveries were being brought to you by the same person.

Meanwhile, to prime the public to rain hate down on her when she was arrested, the boys had been taking turn releasing cryptic messages on vlives and weverse alluding to someone who was harming them and the precious people in their lives. Taehyung even teared up on vlive, which had fans ready to wield pitchforks and torches to hunt down whoever it was.

In the end, instead of taking their evidence to the police, a clip compilation showing the girl poisoning the food and delivering it to the boys’ apartment was ‘leaked’ online, prompting a police investigation without the boys even initiating it with a report. The public outrage was so intense that in a strange turn of events, police protection had to be deployed for her safety, and she quickly pled guilty without trial to avoid the drawn-out agony of a public trial.

In the end, fans all around the world were made aware that there were some lines that the boys wouldn’t tolerate being crossed without serious retaliation. Through the whole debacle, none of the boys made any open statements, but their vlives and weverse messages made so much more sense now that everything was out in the open. It was honestly chilling, how far they were willing to go when boundaries were overstepped.

They didn’t know what exactly had set them off, but you knew. It was you.

[softly-savage-mint-yoongi]

Allotrope pt. 6

Genre: Idolverse Pairing: Kim Junmyeon (Suho) x reader Warnings: Fluffy memories and happiness. Explicit sex of various types. Dominant roleplay. Slight mentions of three-way. X-EXO Suho has wrecked me beyond my own grave thanks. prev. / next Words: 11k.

Illuminating your lockscreen, the face that stares back at you is hauntingly beautiful. A face you know well, but the cerulean of his eyes contrasts excitingly with the shock of red hair on his head as he wears a devilish smirk. You turn your phone face down in your lap, trying to quell the excitement in your bones as you wait patiently for your cab to arrive at the location Sehun sent to you. He seemed to be quite fond of you now that your relationship is legitimate and he knows you well enough to tell you aren’t just fucking with his closest brother. ‘You should come to the MV shoot. Manager said you could’ he had texted you last night. You’d wanted to scold him for asking you to come at the very last moment, less than 24 hours before, but refrained because at least he asked you to come at all. ‘Don’t tell hyung’ came a second text. ‘It will be a nice surprise’ he had followed up in a series of messages with thumbs up and secret emojis. You haven’t been able to see your boyfriend for several weeks. Only messages and video calls were smattered between your hectic lives as often as time would allow you both. This relationship has not been easy necessarily, but the work you and Junmyeon have both put forth in effort has not gone unnoticed by the other, or those around you. You bicker from time to time, but not over anything serious. Mostly about what to order for dinner or characters in books you’re both reading or movies you’re watching together. It’s the distance at times and the lingering sense of isolation or loneliness you feel when you can’t see each other for weeks and video-chats are a weak solace to soothe the ache. It was worse at first- attempting to get used to the come and go of his chaotic schedules before your own replaced the free time. You’ll admit the severity lagged when you went back to school, less idle than before. This late in the year, you’re halfway finished with the current semester, and Junmyeon is close to releasing their latest album, ‘Obsession’ with the rest of the group. You hope that all of the time you’ve been unable to be together has grown sweet fruit for you both. He did share a lot of selfies with you, featuring his new red hair which he happily told you he really likes. In his words, he said it makes him feel rebellious. You can’t say you dislike the color on him, especially when it is styled into the horns of his painfully hot doppelganger of X-EXO, but you prefer him in his natural state, all fluffy and unstyled dark hair. The teaser images he sent to your phone last week had come with a warning ‘For Y/N’s eyes only!’ via text with lots of cute sound words. You had to cover your mouth to prevent your soft gasp from escaping into even the quiet of the library. You bent yourself over suspiciously, shielding your screen as you memorized the images. Bouncing your leg in the back of the cab, thoughts of Junmyeon continue to permeate your consciousness, and you let them without feeling sad or lonely. You’ll finally get to hold him today, so you replay your favorite memories in your head with a fondness that makes your heart flutter. You recall the middle of July, when the Summer heat was at its peak and you had a video call with him from the roof of your apartment building. You had explained your fascination with the magic of the balmy summer night sky and the light show that danced above your head with a giddy happiness. You know he was barely able to see your face or the stars from the screen, but it was something. Three days later, immediately after the release party for Chanyeol and Sehun’s unit album, Junmyeon had taken you to a restaurant with rooftop dining. He had reserved the entire space so you could enjoy the night sky like that with him, in person this time. Properly, he had reasoned. You hardly remember the meal, but you smile fondly as you conjure the memory of his face. The soft glow of tall white taper candles illuminating his cheeks and lips and that reflected the stars in his own eyes. You cover your mouth at your own sappiness, but it’s the truth. Trying his best to be as romantic and cheesy as possible, he’d brought you to the center of the roof and hummed a tune at first, that eventually turned to singing quietly to you while he twirled you around slowly. Swaying in time to the tempo he kept, smiling like idiots every time your eyes met while he held your hand in one of his, the other at your waist. Vaguely, you remember you were wearing shorts and a t-shirt. He was, too. Casual to match your level of comfort. You laugh to yourself and catch the eyes of the driver in the rearview mirror when you remember the embarrassment of your attire for such an occasion once you realized what was going on. Sweetly, Junmyeon was right beside you, holding your hand and telling you it didn’t matter because he liked you best when you were relaxed. That night you remember falling asleep with your head on his chest, listening to the steady sound of his heartbeat as he hummed contentedly and drifted off. Another memory pops into your head from the following month. In your apartment when he wanted to try cooking with you. You were aware he was not ever one to cook, and you couldn’t say you were greatly skilled at any of the meals you’d ever made. Eventually, after many, many tweaks to the recipe and ditching it in the trash altogether once, you had managed to make something not just edible, but good. Perhaps the ambition to try a new recipe was at fault for the chaos in your kitchen. You had eaten quickly, ignoring the mess of ingredients everywhere. Certain there was rice in your hair, you snuck a peek at Junmyeon, who had a smear of flour across one eyebrow and his forehead. The shock that made his eyes sparkle with delight when he realized it was good is something you’ll never forget. He was so proud, tucking a giant smirk into the corner of his lips so he could chew properly as he said the word. The fondness that fills your chest with warmth and fuzziness remembering the time spent together cooking it is sweeter and more satisfying than any meal could ever be. The laughter and the way Junmyeon smiled at you in triumph when you succeeded with the second attempt. The joke he made about the two of you hosting a MasterClass on cooking. You worked together to clean up to an acceptable standard before he whisked you away for a shower and claims of being hungry for dessert. In September, you’d purchased tickets to surprise him with, going to a new interactive set of exhibits at a gallery in the city, although the weather didn’t turn out to be very nice. Happily walking side by side through each piece or stopping to take some pictures of each other at a few. The final exhibit was a large display involving lights and mirrors. You were walking through it giggling to yourself until the gloomy day turned into a storm that knocked the power out. You had been able to see most of the exhibits, so neither of you were upset that you suddenly had to leave and go back to your apartment. Thankfully, you always kept a micro umbrella in your purse. As it turns out, umbrellas that small are not meant for two. You both got wet, huddling under the small protection you had and laughing until your cheeks hurt, but at least you had anything at all to cover your heads. Just after arriving and unlocking your door, Junmyeon became extremely playful. Much the entertainer, he dragged you up onto the roof to enjoy the warm rain after you ditched your things inside. Your clothes were already dripping with rainwater. It came down heavily, soaking your hair and face. You had laughed, barely able to keep your eyes open as it poured over you. That was when he had kissed you. Taking your cheeks in both of his hands, he had pulled you against him and kissed the droplets from your lips until you could hear your heart beating louder than the rain. Your lover had kissed you as if he were afraid he would melt and the feel of your body against him was the only tether to the moment. He’d kissed you until you felt soaked through from more than just rain. Your boyfriend said nothing but carefully walked you back down the emergency stairs and into your apartment and straight into your living room, flinging sopping wet shirts and pants across the floor with wet slaps against the kitchen tile, desperate to keep his lips on yours. He still kissed you, slowly and deeply, even after he had laced your fingers together and pressed your back into the cushions of your couch.

You remember his tenderness and the way he had made love to you. The way he kept his forehead pressed against yours, and every drop of rain that fell from his hair onto your skin was kissed away by the fullness of his lips. The way the rain beating against the windowpanes painted his skin in moving watercolor hues of muted gray blue. The deep and slow strokes of his length along your walls, making you both feel every inch of one another, softly in a way that still satisfied the need to reach completion together.

You remember quietly listening to the sound of the storm as you stood naked in the middle of your living room, caressing towels over one another and the gentle press of your lips to his as you fluffed his hair.

You recall the power was out all night, and Junmyeon choosing to light some candles and read a book he was almost halfway finished. You begged him to read some aloud to you as you made a pillow out of his thigh, much to his initial refusal. The topic was something philosophical but not boring, and you had fallen asleep to the feel of his warm and comforting skin and the sound of his soothing voice within minutes.

Just last month in October, during your first week of exams, he had surprised you with flowers. Knowing it was your first day of the brutal and long testing periods, you had come home with a stale but free end-of-day bagel protruding from between your lips from your favorite shop across the street from your apartment. You found a large bouquet of your favorite flowers in a vase on the kitchen island. A box of your favorite chocolate sat beside it with a card.

‘Sweetheart, I hope these will make you smile after your first day of exams. You’ve worked so hard and I’m really proud of you. So cheer up and keep fighting! I want to see you soon… ;^; PS don’t worry I didn’t break in. I asked Soohyun to deliver these. xoxo J.’

The gifts were wholly appreciated and sweet, but the fact that he had to ask Soohyun for help made you feel a little bit bad for both of them. The idea of giving him a key is one you had entertained before- especially when he needed some time to himself. Junmyeon knows he is welcome even if you’re not home.

You remember when it dawned on you randomly, going around your apartment and smiling, suddenly wondering when the second toothbrush showed up in the cup on the sink. Or when the shoe rack in your closet began to house pairs of men’s sneakers or slides beside your own. Or when a pair of reading glasses that aren’t yours showed up on the nightstand opposite yours beside the bed, sitting atop a book with a marker jutting from the top halfway through its pages which you’ve never read, along with a copy of a script for a play he was starring in soon. Or when the roller of men’s deodorant showed up on your vanity beside your own.

In that moment, the natural progression of your relationship with him made your chest swell with pride, easing some of your fears. You had asked Soohyun for his opinion before you committed to it. When the question popped out, you were met with honest but sincere acceptance. It felt like crossing a line or taking that next step. The notion made you feel nervous and turbulent, but Soohyun’s trust and guidance was something you knew you could rely on. It wasn’t as if he was moving in completely.

You had given the key to Junmyeon the week before the SM Halloween Party, nonchalantly and casually pulling it from your bag with a cute rabbit keychain. You dropped it into his palm just as you were leaving their dorm after helping some of the boys with their costumes, making last minute adjustments.

You wanted to tell him he didn’t have to use it if he didn’t want to or if it felt weird, but that you wanted him to have it sincerely. Instead, nervously you said nothing at all and made a beeline for the door, quickly making an exit before he could respond, fanning the flames on your cheeks as you left.

Junmyeon had been faster, catching you before you could make your way too far down the hall on their floor and spinning you into his frame with happiness.

Several times he had taken you up on the offer just to get some peace. His manager always knew where he was, and you have come home from work to find him there multiple times. Once, you recall with a laugh, cutely sitting in the middle of your couch with a notebook in front of him and his hair clearly mused from running his hand through it, scribbling lyrics for the solo album he has been working on from time to time.

Another day he was pacing back and forth in the living room with his script in hand for the play he was starring in. He asked you to help him with a scene or two after you took a shower and ordered takeout.

Your favorite instance of finding him in your home was a late night after a long and boring lecture and an even longer shift immediately after. Tired and frustrated and you believed with red wine in your hair from an incident involving another server, all you wanted was to take a hot shower and go to sleep.

You didn’t know he was there at first, too focused on tossing your bag down on the couch and turning the knob down until it couldn’t go any hotter in the shower. Walking into your room with a towel wrapped around your body, you’d found your bedspread a heap of mess and a head of fluffy black hair peeking out from the top.

The sight of him so content in your bed, even without you, eased any remaining stress your shower couldn’t burn out of your weary bones. He stirred briefly when you swept some of his bangs out of his eyes, brows furrowing and his bottom lip, much fuller and more prominent than his top, pushing into an easy pout. He groaned only once when you had pressed your lips to his cheek before dressing and sliding under the covers on your side.

After you’d settled and your eyes closed, you heard him move. Before sweet sleep could take you, he had found you in his own sleep, curling his arm into the crook of your waist to press your back to his chest. Faintly, you remember his lips finding the back of your neck as you both fell asleep.

The memory of Halloween comes next, constricting your chest in a mix of emotions. The SM Halloween Party. The only event you could safely be invited to attend to keep your relationship private. However, the one place that made you feel extremely self-conscious.

You would meet many pairs of eyes, from company managers and executives to other idols who knew Junmyeon better than you. The thought of their disapproving eyes upon you made you pace in front of your mirror. Junmyeon was due to arrive any moment, and the feel of your costume against your skin didn’t feel right.

When he entered, wearing his fangs and cape and looking every bit as handsome as you knew he truly was, he frowned at you. At the way you had chewed your lip swollen and the frantic, unsettling looking in your eyes as you grabbed at the parts of yourself you disliked most in the mirror, pinching at your skin through the costume.

He'd stepped behind you, holding you still by your hips and asking what was wrong. When you had told him, you remember the look in his eyes when his gaze met yours in the mirror. The way his face softened for you and he kissed gently at the back and sides of your neck. You remember, with a grin, the way he bit playfully at your skin with the plastic teeth over his own while his big brown eyes looked at you with so much ardor you couldn’t watch for long.

Goosebumps light your skin there in the cab, remembering with a shudder the way he made you believe that you were beautiful, telling you to remember than confidence is sexy and validating your right to think so about yourself.

The way he made you feel what you do to him and the way he coaxed you to your bed, stripping you both of your costumes. The way he finally, at long last, made you believe there was nothing to be worried about when you clutched your headboard with both hands and let him lie beneath your spread thighs.

He comforted your skin with his palms, soothing over the muscles in a loving manner until he needed you closer, digging his fingertips into the flesh to pull you down against him. All while his tongue licked every drop of your anxiety from you with a delightful groan.

You sat, riding the pleasure as your worry melted into his mouth like liquid candy. The way you were convinced by his body tells, transfixed with your head twisted back to watch his own pleasure seeping down the sides of his cock, sitting red and swollen and jumping with every sound you made. The way his abdomen was tight, his hips struggling to remain still.

The way, when you reached back to touch him, he denied you. When you lifted your core from his mouth for a moment to protest, the growl of your name he emitted was nearly your undoing. He told you, voice dangerously low, that if you touched him at all he would explode.

The way, moments later when you screamed his name and shuddered above him, his own body twitched in euphoric bliss as he lost control and the proof of his need for you dripped heavily from his twitching length to pool on his abdomen.

The way he beamed with pride while he held your hand tightly in his when you entered the party an hour late and received the first wave of watchful and curious eyes. That night, there were no eyes meeting yours that made you feel inferior. Only smiles and laughter and new friendships were formed.

You’re jostled from the memories when the car pulls onto a graveled surface. Outside the window, you watch the tires kick up dust until the car smoothly glides to a stop in front of a large building that resembles a warehouse. The last rays of the sun pushing through twilight are casting a beautiful array of colors across the sky.

Giving the driver your thanks, you step out to the greeting wave of Junmyeon’s Manager holding open a door. “Thank you for letting me watch,” you bow.

He smiles at you, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose with a finger, “You’re welcome. It’s nice to see you again, have you been well?” You smile at him in return, falling into step beside him where he guides you.

Your heart begins thumping in your chest deeply as if it only comes to life in the vicinity of your lover. “I’ve been busy, but fine thank you.”, you reply.

Rounding a corner and through another door, you are met with a wide expanse of space. Cameras and lights and sound equipment of all sorts are set up on various small stages, miniature sets of rooms for certain scenes within the video you assume.

A row of chairs and mirrors lines a wall beside you, and an assortment of sporting-goods brands duffle bags and sneakers, hats and sweatshirts are piled beside each one. Makeup kits and cosmetics, combs and cans of hairspray are organized atop each of the tables beside each mirror.

“Oh! Look who decided to show up,” hollers a familiar voice. Your head follows the sound of it to see Baekhyun swinging his arms as he approaches you. He looks handsome with his shock of white hair, and mysterious with the delicate silver chain draped over his nose and cheeks.

You smile at him, covering your mouth at the sight of his appearance, dressed as his evil doppelganger, “You look awesome.”

He grins at you cheekily and lifts his brows coquettishly, “Thank you.”

“We’re almost finished for today, but I’m glad you could come. We weren’t sure if you would be able to.”, he comments.

Nodding, you look around the sets for the rest of them. You can’t see them, but you can hear laughter around the side of one of the walls, “Yeah, I’m glad too.”

Baekhyun pauses his stride as he passes you, beckoning you after him. Looking to Junmyeon’s Manager, he motions for you to follow the idol. “He has no idea you’re here,” Baekhyun says with mischief in his tone.

Rounding the corner, your eyes find the other men standing in a loose circle on one of the sets, laughing. Baekhyun extends his arms wide while approaching, “Yah look who I found!”

They catch his comment, heads turning and multi-colored eyes lifting at different moments within the same two seconds to see who is beside him. They are all dressed in mostly-leather costumes, colored in pairs that match in some way. Reds, yellows and blacks. You hold your breath, watching the expression that morphs on Junmyeon’s face.

His brows rise toward his red hairline in shock before they fall back down and knit in confusion accompanied by his pouted lips. Immediately after, he smiles fully. Your favorite slight-box grin that makes the apples of his cheeks rise high and makes his eyes curl into half-moons, crinkling at the corners. It completely diminishes any traces of the danger his other half is portrayed to possess.

You watch him, almost in slow motion as he moves toward you in long strides. The flaming tips of his shoes pointed straight toward you until his arms extend and he crushes you to him, folding your body against his chest with both arms.

Laughing, you let him hug you, enjoying the brief moment of physical contact before a Manager tells them all the break is over. Just before he must let you go; you pick up the familiar scent of his deodorant. The thought that it is comforting makes you stifle another laugh.

Quietly standing beside their manager, you watch the rest of tonight’s shoot go by in a flurry of movement. You watch Chanyeol brag about being the only member flexible enough for the intro center of the choreography, only to complain about the soreness in his groin after.

You laugh when Jongdae nearly sends the chess table prop crashing to the ground as he leans a palm against it during the last powerful chorus every single time they run through it.  He shouts his frustration in a whine each time a quiet wave of laughter moves through the crew from it. Your attention is rapt on Junmyeon as they repeat the dance over and over, looking every bit as powerful and dangerous as his X-EXO counterpart is meant to be.

They’re all doing their best not to move too much or look too winded or tired. Their breaths are measured where they stand in the middle of the set resembling an abandoned parking garage. The white flicker of the light in the back of the space doesn’t quite penetrate the depth of darkness surrounding the idols, but you can still clearly see Junmyeon’s eyes staring at you from his position on the right.

The moment the director calls cut they drop to the floor or lean on their knees or one another, panting for breath. The crew surrounding the set begins to clap, voicing praise for the job well done today.

You wait patiently, not quite sure what to do with yourself and feeling a bit out of place as you stand there awkwardly playing with your hands. Junmyeon finds you a moment later, hastily swallowing large mouthfuls of water from a bottle. He drinks the entirety of one while his eyes look down at you before twisting the cap from another and raising it to his lips.

He relents, offering you the remaining half after he’s had his fill. You smile at him, taking the bottle from his fingers. Sweat shines on his forehead, neck and chest. “You worked hard today,” you grin up at him.

Junmyeon smiles, wiping at the corner of his mouth and taking your hand in his, “Thank you.”

He leads you away from the bustling set full of crew, managers and idols for just a moment’s worth of privacy. You wrap your arms around his torso, resting your chin on his sternum as you look up at him. He fusses briefly, protesting, “I’m sweaty and gross.”

You laugh, squeezing the balmy warmth of him tighter, “I don’t care. I’ve missed you.”

He smiles, lighting up for you and breaking free just so he can dip low enough to capture your lips in a lingering kiss. Even the simple pressing of his mouth against yours sends shivers down your spine. The feel of his palms are warm against your neck and cheek as he steals one, two more quick pecks.

Too quickly you feel the heat of blood rushing to your cheeks and your heart hammering so fast in your chest you have to step away to catch your breath.

He laughs, grinning, “Did you miss me that badly?” His fingers reach for you again, pulling you back toward him.

“I did, but I’m blaming all of this for now,” you admit, gesturing to his entire frame.

He quirks a brow at you, licking his lips, “What about it?” Junmyeon knows exactly what you mean. He knows you’re absolutely weak for this look on him and that the entirety of X-EXO Suho makes you squeeze your thighs together and bite your lip.

“You know what I mean,” you suck the flesh of your bottom lip between your teeth, embarrassed by your physical response to his proximity.

A wolfish grin spreads across his face, dropping into the persona of his evil counterpart. The hand at your waist grips you tighter as the other raises your chin to look at him. He tilts his head, eyes narrowing until he whispers, “What are you thinking about?”

You struggle against him just a little, squirming in his strong hold, “Do I excite you?” He whispers the question, eyeing your lips as he rubs his thumb along the softness of it once you release it from your teeth.

Sehun’s voice drenches the moment in ice cold water, “Hyung, hurry up!” he whines from a distance.

You take a deep breath, released from Junmyeon’s firm hold as he sighs, instead taking your hand in his as he melts back into his usual self, smiling prettily at you with wide eyes that sparkle like the sun glinting off of pool water. You notice the tips of his ears are red but choose not to say anything about them, busying yourself with ordering an uber instead.

Much too quickly for your preference, the men you know and adore come to say goodbye one by one as they change back into their street clothes before leaving the set for the day. Of course, only Junmyeon puts his hands on you. He holds you until the last possible moment as the dot on your phone draws up to the building and it vibrates, alerting you that your ride is here.

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Three weeks have passed since the music video shooting, but thankfully you’ve been able to see Junmyeon a few times. You’d been there to celebrate both the release of the new album and Chanyeol’s birthday, joining them in their dorm just after their live broadcast two days ago.

Your cheeks flush with embarrassment, remembering the loud complaints from the birthday boy himself when he came knocking on Junmyeon’s door telling you both what he wants for his birthday from you. Silence, so he doesn’t have to drown out the sounds of pleasure seeping through the door or leave the dorms altogether.

Today, Junmyeon, nor any of the boys for that matter, have any idea you’re here. It’s all thanks to his Manager, truthfully. He had given you special copies of the new album, one of each kind, all autographed. Additionally, his parcel had come with a lightstick that was already glittering with the name ‘SUHO’ down the shaft, and a ticket to their SM stage with a VIP pass.

Over the last several months, you’ve had snippets of conversation with all of their Managers, but Junmyeon’s in particular seems to have taken a liking to you the most. He has been the one to help you arrange time to see Junmyeon and who has accompanied you on a few dates with him, quietly admiring the way you’re growing together. Admittedly, his presence as a silent third wheel took some getting used to.

He has told you, on more than one occasion over a meal, how thankful he is to you for having come into Junmyeon’s life and for being supportive and understanding of his career and the difficulties that come with it. It has always ended with you thanking him in return for being supportive of your relationship and for being such a pillar of strength for Junmyeon.

The crew standing in the pit between the stage and the guardrail you’re crammed against seem to know who you are. A few of them you recognize as well. One woman holding a clipboard and a wearing a headset brightly smiles directly at you. One of their set directors, if you’re not mistaken.

The show begins with EXO themselves, all dressed in black and looking ready for a fight. You have a blast screaming the fan chant along with the song, raising your lightstick high and waving it around with the powerful music.

You don’t stop until the boys are standing still and panting, having snapped their necks for the final move of the choreography. The approach the front of the stage, sweeping their eyes over the sea of their beloved fans. You’re sure it’s probably difficult for them to see the faces of the fans with the bright stage lights shining down on them and drowning the crowd in darkness.

When they’ve finished waving, the lights dim and the idols in front of you light up with smiles and more vigorous, friendly waves all around, able to see faces and read signs in the undulating mass of cheering. You do the one thing you know will get you noticed.

You stand still.

Chanyeol notices you first after a few minutes, squatted down and waving with a head tilt at the crowd. He plays off his surprise well before he stands and turns back nonchalantly. Baekhyun comes after, grinning wide and barking a laugh.

None of the fans seem any wiser, and the anxiety you thought you would feel never swells in your throat. They’re so good at interacting with their fans that nobody has any clue what the easy smiles and laughter passed between you all mean.

Junmyeon appears to have been clued in on your presence, his eyes flicking to yours briefly to confirm you’re standing there pressed up against the railing, but he controls his expression into his typical smile. He doesn’t dare to express any greater form of glee toward you than anyone else.

A bit later, after their comments as EXO, they descend beneath the stage with waves and smiles, only to slip out from the wings of the stage minutes later.

This time, they’re not who they seem while they sing the same track, if only with a bit of an aggressive edge and intensity to their choreography and looks. They seem dangerous, smirking and cocky but ultimately enjoying every moment they get to spend as their alternate selves on stage.

This time, Junmyeon looks directly at you and rubs at his bottom lip as if he wants to reprimand someone. Fans around you erupt with squeals, confessions of love unable to be contained within their throats.

He takes his in-ear out and squats down near you, waving to fans and licking his lips. “He’s ridiculously hot as X-Suho, isn’t he?” one of the women beside you sighs dreamily, fanning herself.  You laugh with her, agreeing wholeheartedly.

His brow raises conspicuously as he stands back up and peers down at you with a wicked grin. You don’t think he heard you or the woman beside you, and it isn’t like he doesn’t know what this side of him does to you. You’ve confessed to him at least once how much this persona of his makes you sweat.

He takes six long strides to the other side of the stage to pay that end as much attention. Time passes slowly as you watch them entertain both the cameras and themselves as X-EXO. They laugh and sing and dance and play games. Before you realize what’s happened, he’s gone, along with most of the others. Only Sehun and Chanyeol are left on the stage, asking the fans if they like EXO or X-EXO more. They mock EXO, gently scolding fans with their disappointment when they tell the crowd to be consistent.

Your phone vibrates in your pocket, and you peer at it to see a text from his Manager.

‘Go back out and follow the signs for VIP access.’ It reads.

You look up and around but can’t see much other than lightsticks illuminating a mass of darkness. It’s pretty, you think. Without much struggle, you maneuver your way back out of the crowd. It warms your heart, to think their fans are decent and considerate enough to move out of the way or ask if you’re alright as you leave. You don’t mention the VIP access, you don’t want a target on your back.

You’ve found the VIP area and find, sneakily, you’re the only one there. You wonder if you were the only person granted one. Their Manager walks through a door, smiling as he greets you and motions for you to follow.

Halfway down a long corridor behind the stage, Junmyeon comes into view, stalking toward you. He doesn’t say anything at all. He grins at his Manager, nodding, before he slips his hand into yours and pulls you further down the hall.

There is a pause in front of a closed door, where you nearly plant your nose directly into his shoulder when he stops. Junmyeon’s brows knit together and his eyes narrow. His mouth makes a shape similar to a loose ‘o’, a series of micro-expressions that together you’ve learned mean he is pensive but uncertain.

The bright blue of his eyes look sharply in each direction before he takes a deep breath and quickly shoves the door handle down and pulls you into the room before slamming it closed.

You’re barely able to note the color of the walls before he whirls on you, seeming menacing and troublesome. He still doesn’t say anything, watching the stillness of your frame and making you squirm under his gaze.

You don’t move. Instead, you’re fascinated by the role he plays. You use the moment to take a good look at him. The effect of the cut at the corner of his left cheekbone, the cerulean color of the contacts softly edged by dark shadow of burnt reds and browns. The slant of his brows and the shape of his hairline crested red and gelled into horns that don’t seem cliché, but rather, ridiculously good-looking on his head.

You feel the heat of his closeness, the warmth of his skin in the center of his exposed chest and abdomen. The color of his suit and his hair and the flames on the tips of his shoes calling him to become the opposite personification of his element. It doesn’t feel wrong though. Instead if feels dangerous and passionate and you don’t fight the way this color wraps itself around him and becomes something altogether sinfully good and unholy.

It makes you bite your lip, and the motion is not lost on him. His hand lifts to your neck. He slides his palm flat, fingers brushing your throat, up until he cups the tip of your chin and tilts your face up to his. “What are you thinking about?”, he asks quietly. You never did answer him at the video shoot.

“You,” comes your answer, whispered into the space between you.

“Me? Not Junmyeon?”, he asks curiously, wolfish as he steps closer into your space. You understand the game he’s playing and for once, you don’t want to bicker with him on it. The way he’s looking at you as if he intends to devour you makes excitement thrum in your veins like electricity.

“Answer me,” he bites, stirring you from your thoughts. The command in his tone sends a shiver down your spine.

“Yes, you,” the words come easily from your throat, thick with a potency for action between your bodies.

He smirks, tilting his head and leaning in to whisper, “I heard you earlier, by the way. What is it, I wonder, that excites you so much?”

You don’t answer again, much to his displeasure. “Being a bad girl today, are we angel?” he mocks. The sound of a new pet name falling from his lips sends heat to your cheeks instead, smiling at him.

“Oh?” he tuts, “I’ll have to fix that.”

This dangerous side of him steals the breath from your lungs with lips that send an inferno straight to your core. He bites at your lips, demanding entrance and groaning aloud when you acquiesce.

He kisses you hard, branding you with the searing heat of his lips as he repeats his desire for you over and over until you’re squeezing your thighs together with a moan. His fingers leave your neck, climbing higher into your hair and gently pulling a fist full of it back.

When he finds your eyes, you see an edge of uncertainty, a question swimming even in the artificial blue depths.

He swallows thickly, brushing saliva from the corner of his mouth with the back of one knuckle, “I won’t be gentle, angel. If you can’t handle it we have to stop here.” You appreciate his warning to make sure you’re okay with the game he wants to play.

He relents when your expression morphs into delighted eagerness, wanting to play just as badly. “I don’t want you to be gentle,” you breathe, trying to move your head, testing if he maintains his grip on your hair. You hum happily, finding that he does.

He smiles devilishly, using his strength to force your knees to the floor. Releasing you, he moves his hand to brush your hair from your eyes. Your own hands climb his thighs, softly pressing into his muscles through the fabric of his pants.

You look up to his face, watching him lean a palm against the wall. He smirks, raising his brows and letting his mouth drop open when your fingers smooth over the outline of his erection. He swallows, dropping his jeweled hand toward your mouth and extending two fingers, “Open.”

The words aren’t a suggestion, rather a demand. You comply immediately, feeling yourself grow slick as he presses the digits to your tongue with a hiss. He bites his lip, spreading them out to pet at your tongue. Raising his brows slightly in anticipation, you close your lips around them when the fingers connect once more.

Then, you hollow your cheeks and suck. Pulling out all your tricks, you lave around the digits and force your tongue between them, much to the audible pleasure of the man above you. While you work, your hands continue their torturous fluttering around the bulge at the front of his pants. Eventually your need for him on your tongue becomes too much.

Popping the button of his, you pause to tease him. Your lover growls, quickly reaching to free his girth from the confines of fabric. You try not to look too excited, wetting your lips again and swallowing around the ache of emptiness in your throat. You’ve had him time and time again but the sight of his arousal never ceases to make your own pool between your legs in answer.

He takes your hair in his fist again, coaxing you toward his lap and flicking his chin up once, “Suck.”

The command is enough to make you groan around every inch of his length, welcoming him happily into the slick warmth of your mouth. You pleasure him in earnest, running the flat of your tongue along the underside and swallowing around the head.

He keeps his grip firm in your hair, enough to control your pace. His hips roll against you slowly, working himself into your mouth as he watches from above. It only takes a few minutes before he sags against the wall, letting his forehead fall forward against his forearm, watching you intently. Your ability to turn him into a pile of bliss and your enjoyment of giving him this type of pleasure will never stop amazing him.

Gently, you let your teeth graze along his length, eliciting a hiss from him, “You love sucking cock don’t you angel?”

You whine around him, kissing at the flushed tip briefly before letting him sink his hips forward until your nose nearly presses against his abdomen. Unwilling to let such a moment overtake him and ruin his role, he pulls you off, groaning when you pout at the loss of him between your lips.

He doesn’t fail to notice the way your own fingers have slipped down to work between your spread thighs on the floor, rubbing at yourself through the fabric of your jeans.

“Get up,” he instructs, releasing your hair to curl his fingers around you wrist and pulling you up from the floor. He moves, walking backwards a few paces and letting himself fall onto a couch in the center of the small room. Something in the back of your mind tells you this is a waiting room, unimportant and ignored in the wake of your quest for pleasure. You follow obediently, standing between his spread legs. He reaches for you, bunching your sweater in his palms and yanking it from its place, neatly tucked into your jeans.

“Do you know what I want, angel?” he asks with a voice full of gravel. You’ll never get over his voice when he’s turned on or when he’s speaking lowly. The way it drops octaves and sounds deeper than his usual tenor. That’s not to say his voice isn’t always lovely, but the huskiness of your effect on him is something that never fails to raise your confidence and libido.

You shake your head at him, holding up your sweater for him with both hands while he uses just a little more force than necessary unbuttoning your jeans and yanking the denim down your thighs. You place a hand on his shoulder for balance as you step out of each leg.

He smiles, happily focused on getting you out of them as quickly as possible, before he looks up and leans toward your mouth. “I want to bury my cock in this pretty little pussy,” he says against your lips, digging his thumb into your panties suddenly, directly over your clit. Just in time to make you cry out softly, directly into his mouth. The words paint your cheeks with a hot blush, whimpering as he cups the back of your thighs in his palms and pulls you onto his lap.

“You’re soaked,” he comments, petting his index finger along the damp fabric between your legs. “I bet I don’t even need to stretch you out.” The way he purrs the words against the side of your neck is truly sinful, and every syllable sounds exactly like it is intended coming out of his filthy mouth.

Pulling you against him, he kisses you again when your hands find his shoulders, curling in the padding of his red suit jacket. He kisses you over and over, addicting, until you’re lightheaded and high on the taste of his lips and the feel of his sturdy frame beneath you.

Impatient, he pulls your sweater over your head, whipping it into a ball and throwing it to the floor. His palms slide up over your ribs, taking handfuls of your breasts and squeezing through the material of your bra. He repeats the motion with the flesh of your ass, slipping his palm beneath the hem of your panties and groaning against your throat.

He bites at the skin below your ear, earning him a gasp. The bruise he sucks into the flesh is coupled with the motion of his hands shoving your hips down against his erection. You moan in tandem as he guides your rocking motion with a handful of your rear.

“Does that feel good angel?” he rasps. You meet his sharp eyes with hooded ones of your own, nodding. He forces your back to bow, leaning into him completely. Your breath halts when you feel him take more flesh into his palm and squeeze, letting his fingers slide between your cheeks to press feather light against the hidden ring of muscle as they pass.

You meet his gaze, speaking without any actual words. You’ve both been experimenting with it, willing or wanting to try but taking it slowly and unable to get more than a full, single finger in for now.

He relents, aware that the current situation is not the best place, but not without pressing his index finger over it and rubbing gentle circles to make you shiver in his grasp. His hand moves out of your panties just to pull them down your thighs and help you kick them off.

“I really want to spank you…but we’ll have to save that for later,” he comments gruffly, biting at his own lips as he squeezes you one more time.

Then the clasp of your bra falls open and the straps are sliding down your arms. His mouth and hands replace the fabric immediately, licking and pinching at the buds of your nipples until you’re moaning. Twitching, he works you back down against his length while he kisses your breasts.

Sounds of pleasure harmonize between you at the sudden feeling of his length sliding through your folds, wet and warm. Your hips move of their own accord now, working yourself across his lap to an agreeable rhythm.

He pulls your head to meet his lips again, kissing and biting at your lips until the need for air grows too important. He watches your face as you work yourself against him, “You want it, angel?”

You nod without hesitation, lifting yourself and taking his cock in your hand. He stops you without a word. Only a sinister smile as he forces you from your perch to turn you around and spread your legs back over him facing the wall.

Caught up in the heat, you had been too preoccupied to notice the wall you face is mirrored from floor to ceiling. Your own eyes greet you in the mirror, dilated with bliss. They rake down the form of the naked woman staring back at you, admiring the purple petals of his marks blooming softly across the pink flush of your chest and neck.

A pair of intense blue eyes catch your attention from behind you, the face of your lover expressing a grin when you smile. His palms, strong and warm, attached to fingers dressed in jewels manipulate you in a manner that is rough and gentle all at once.

Slowly, he guides your hips up, holding them with both hands as he sinks you down appropriately, effectively catching the head of his cock at your center. Your lips drop open in a slack-jawed groan as you let yourself slide down inch by inch. You can feel his lips dragging against your spine, burning kisses along your skin.

He was right, much to your mutual delight, there is not much prepping to do. The way he is filling you, wet and warm is a kind of bliss you relish, basking in the pleasure while you reach up to grasp your own breast in your palm. Your eyes watch the explicit scene unfold in the mirror, feeling a little like you’re watching porn.

Your lover adjusts himself, pressing his shoulders into the couch cushions. One of his hands grasps your hip still, the other sliding up and down over your ribs. He moans once you’ve established your rhythm. He follows your speed, lifting his hips to thrust up into your heat with every bounce on his cock.

You feel heat all over your body, but most prominently on your cheeks, concentrated there in a deep rose and so turned on you feel like tears might soon spill from your eyes. He fucks you like this, drinking in every sound you make, getting louder by the second.

“Look at you,” he comments gruffly, pressing his fingertips into your skin. The sight of your joining bodies in the mirror pulls a soft hum of pleasure from his chest, “So good for me.”

His hands pull you back to lean against him, only for one to lift and cover your mouth. Both of you watch your bodies come together repeatedly in the mirror. “You’re being so loud, angel,” he says against your hair, panting. “Someone could come in at any second,” he reminds.

The idea of being caught sends a thrill straight to your core, squeezing around his thrusts. He feels it, groaning against the side of your neck. You’re sweating now, trying not to get carried away by the overwhelming surge pleasure you feel. You’ve been so on edge for him.

“Oh?” he muses, slowing the pace but slamming you against his lap harder and deeper, “Would you like that? Want someone to walk in and see you spread open for me?”

You go with it, nodding. He tuts at you, releasing your mouth to run the hand down your side. He glides it over your mound to tap at your clit with his index finger.

He's quiet for a moment, focused on the sight of you in the mirror. “What if it was one of my brothers, hm?”, he asks huskily. This time, you hesitate, but the way you swallow and your walls flutter around him tells all.

“Which one,” he growls now, circling your bud with his finger slowly while he grinds up into you. “Is it Baekhyun?”

You don’t have time to say anything, watching him question you as he fucks you through the mirror. His gaze meets yours, “Chanyeol?” he says, watching your face as your brows furrow in bliss and your lips drop open. He doesn’t relent, flicking his fingers over your clit quickly with a smirk.

He raises you completely from his cock once, landing a mild smack against your folds when you don’t answer with words. You whine at the loss of him. “Answer me,” he demands, and for a moment you fear this is a cruel joke and a line being crossed and that Junmyeon is actually upset with you.

He seems to sense your fear, immediately guiding you back over the head of his length and sweetly sliding you down until you’re seated fully on his lap again, “I think he would like that,” he sighs, turning your head to kiss your lips before he moves again. Something to let you know that he is not upset at all.

“Would you let him watch?” he rasps when you’ve resumed, and the fear has passed. You nod, whimpering at the idea of another person, let alone someone you know well, to watch you so intimately.

He chuckles beneath you, thrusting up once roughly to make you cry out, “Would you let him touch you, angel?”

You moan, closing your eyes and letting a hand drift to your clit. “What a bad girl,” he comments, replacing his own fingers on your bundle of nerves and meeting your eyes in the mirror, “Want him to get on his knees and lick your pretty little clit while I fuck you like this?”

You moan loudly, bouncing with fervor. “Use your words, angel,” he commands softly, thrusting up into you harder. From what you can see of him in the mirror, his expression mirrors yours. His chest and face are flushed red, his lips swollen and red from biting them.

“Yes,” you moan. The man beneath you groans a curse aloud. Your legs are starting to become jello, tired from exertion.

“What else? Would you want me to flip you on your knees and fuck you while you choke on his cock?” he asks, and the visual has you skyrocketing on pleasure. Your walls begin to squeeze him tighter. You pull air harder, in thick swallows as you chase the high.

Your lover moans quietly, lifting you altogether once more, pausing just briefly enough to let you get on your knees and continue. He manipulates your body to lean forward as far as you comfortably can, grasping a hip in one hand and a wrist in the other, pulled back toward his chest. The new angle hits differently, spiraling closer to orgasm the deeper he reaches.

“Would you fuck him? Let him slide his thick cock into your pussy while I fucked you here?” he groans, sliding a finger up the cleft of your ass. Your answering moan is all he wants, rewarding you with a handful of the flesh and a smack that sounds loud in the small room. You yelp at the sudden feeling and slight sting, but it doesn’t hurt at all.

He groans audibly with the motion, soothing his palm over the skin. “Or would you rather he fucked all of my come back into your abused pussy, hm?”

You gasp, finding your clit again with your own fingers. The man beneath you growls, “You only get to come on my cock... as long as everyone knows this pussy is mine.” You straighten your back, pleasure shooting up your spine when he smacks the same cheek once more.

“Fuck,” you mewl, rubbing faster while he pulls your hips back and forth at a bruising pace. His dirty talk is sending you into oblivion so quickly you can’t keep your eyes open any longer to watch the scene in the mirror. The obscene sounds of wetness between your bodies certainly doesn’t help in slowing the delirium of bliss.

“Fuck,” he mirrors your word, “You’re so close angel…” His lips find your spine again, fingertips digging into the skin of your hips to rock you against him harder.

“You’re going to take it all like a good girl…” he pants out, adjusting himself beneath you so that he can piston his own hips faster against you. He reaches up to take a handful of your left breast, tweaking the nipple between his fingers briefly until his hips falter and his pace becomes frantic.

He begins holding his breath behind you, filling his lungs with shallow bites of oxygen and humming his pleasure. This part is always your favorite, even if he disagrees. Hearing, seeing, feeling, it doesn’t matter. Experiencing him coming undone often gives you the right leverage to ride the crest of your own wave, crashing down around you only moments before he does.

You can feel the damp heat of his breath against your back, your fingers bringing you so close to your high that your legs begin shaking on either side of his thighs, “Jun…” you whimper softly, falling out of the roles.

You suck in one sharp gasp, back bowing forward and he catches you by the waist with one strong arm, gripping you to him like a vice as you ride him through your orgasm on a silent scream.

With lips planted at your shoulder, he kisses at your skin and pulls your hips down over him tightly. He releases a long moan with the breath he was holding, letting your walls pulse around him until there’s nothing left. His fingers find their way to your sensitive clit, petting just enough to feel you jolt against him once or twice. To feel you squeeze the last few drops from him with a hiss.

Spent and tired, you slowly open your eyes to find the mess of your bodies in the mirror. Your fingers clutch at his knees through the fabric of his red pants, burning beneath your palms. Behind you, your lover has an arm slung over his eyes and his exposed chest rises and falls quickly in long, deep breaths.

An uncomfortable sort of lead makes a home in the pit of your stomach. One you think showed up just before the height of your pleasure, your head aware it was hovering at the edges of thought but too charged to give its presence any attention.

You turn as best as your body can manage, looking for his eyes. Two that now make you frown, unable to see the true depth of them through the artificial color. He feels you move, lifting his arm just enough to meet your searching eyes. He gives you a dazzling smile.

And it breaks you.

A choked laugh bubbles up and rips past your lips in tandem with tears that slide down your cheeks. His arm moves from his face to yours, grunting his worry and dissatisfaction when he can’t hold you properly in this position.

Gentle palms cradle your thighs as he lifts you from his softening length, earning a whimper from you and ignoring the mess of your mutual need the action creates.

“Did I hurt you?” he whispers, wiping tears with his thumbs as he pulls you against his chest, “I’m sorry.”

An apology only makes you sob harder against him. You should be the one who is sorry, feeling the shame wash over you and stick like poisonous tar in your mouth. Shaking your head at him, you try to work words in through your tears.

“No,” you choke again, looking to the ceiling and blinking rapidly as you try to keep it in, “I’m sorry.”

When you look to him again, he softens. “For what? You didn’t do anything wrong,” he clarifies.

Your arms gesture around, between your bodies wildly and to the door and the mirror and Junmyeon can’t quite understand what you’re trying to articulate until a name froths from your lips in a garbled cry.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he coos, understanding painting his features. He smiles at you, something you don’t think you deserve.

“I’m so sorry,” you moan, pressing the heels of your palms to your eyes. Junmyeon rubs at your body with soothing, comforting hands. “It’s just you,” you try to continue, taking deep breaths through your tears, “I didn’t mean it.”

The way your voice shatters makes your boyfriend crush you to his chest, hastily pulling you across his lap again and tucking your legs up against his side. He wraps his arms around as much of you as he can, kissing your hair and your shoulder and your ear, everywhere his lips can reach without dislodging you from his hold.

“Y/N,” he says calmly, “Please don’t think that was a mistake.”

You don’t respond at first, continuing to let your heart lodge itself in your throat. Part of you wishes it would just suffocate you so you would not have to feel this awful or guilty.

Junmyeon stirs you from your thoughts. “I’m sorry I suggested it if it made you uncomfortable,” he clarifies.

Your glassy and red eyes snap to his, “No, please don’t be. I’m the one who…” you trail, unable to get the words out, “I feel awful.”

“Hey,” he tries, pulling your hands away from your face so he can kiss at the apples of your cheeks and your lips so you stop biting them so hard to keep in your cries. “Why?”

“I feel like I cheated,” you confess immediately through a sob. Holding the words on your tongue is nearly unbearable, you feel absolutely disgusted with yourself. You feel crazy and sick and ridiculous all at once. Your body feels hot and cold at the same time.

Junmyeon stills against you, nodding his head, “Sweetheart, no. Inviting another person into our sex life mutually is not cheating. It is certainly something worth discussing together but it is not at all even close to that. Please don’t be upset.”

You drag two large swallows of air into your lungs and breathe for a moment, “But we didn’t talk about it first, and I l-liked it.”

He smiles at you, genuinely, “It’s okay. Like I said, I brought it up. I’m okay with inviting him into the bedroom, too. Just maybe not all the time.”

“I don’t want to,” you state, shaking your head and letting your hands run the length of Junmyeon’s arms and chest, “I don’t want it to be real. I only want you,” you choke down again, clearing your throat, “I’ve only wanted you.”

The grin that spreads across his face makes him look up at the ceiling, swiping his tongue over his lips as he fights down his smile. This is a quirk of his you know means your words have made him extremely happy or he thinks you’re incredibly endearing… or both.

His reaction seems to deflate some of the tension from your shoulders, “I’m sorry I’m crazy,” you admit.

Then the smile falls, “You’re not crazy at all, and I know it’s hard for you to ignore being told you are for a long time.” He says the words without stopping, all on one breath because he knows you would try to object.

“You are a wonderful person and you’re thoughtful and considerate and not at all anything like what those people tried to make you believe,” he petitions with furrowed brows. His features smooth again with a whisper, “I’m so lucky to have you.”

The words spring new tears to your eyes and you wrap your arms around his neck, hugging his head to your chest, “Thank you.”

When you release him, he nods and pecks your lips quickly. You smile, feeling a bit sheepish and on edge still and altogether emotionally and physically drained. His fingers are gentle as he brings them to your face to wipe your slowing tears.

You place your hand over his, guiding it to your lips where you place a kiss against the skin. He looks at you fondly, softening with your affection, “Please just know I mean it. I don’t think about anyone else; I don’t want anyone else. I don’t need anyone else. Just you.”

He nods, sitting up to bring your lips together in a series of kisses that soothe your soul and heal the bleeding scars left on your heart from others.

In this moment, it’s another kind of thought that creeps in slowly at the edges of your consciousness. One you’ve had in passing a few times, more frequent lately than not. Taking up larger spaces in your head and heart and getting closer and closer to whispering its name in your ear.

You don’t speak much while you clean up as best you can, both spent. There is some slight difficulty on your  part with dressing because of how sore you feel. Junmyeon, ever the most considerate and thoughtful, helps you lift each leg to step into your jeans, pulling them up your hips. He places a chaste kiss squarely at your abdomen before he buttons them for you. Then pats the thickness of your rear after, eyeing the way it moves slightly with mischievous eyes.

The grin he serves you as he follows you out of the room earns him a playful flick to one of his own brown nipples, exposed by his attire. He laughs at your antics while you find your way back to his Manager.

As you’re wrapping your arms around him to say goodbye you can feel his lips at your hairline, slowly rocking you back and forth for a moment. The second you separate to stand on your toes and kiss at his lips, the creeping thought comes to sharp clarity in your mind. The sudden realization of it crashes against you ribcage like thunder.

You follow his Manager out, looking back with a silent wave and wanting to say, “I love you.”

[kyoonqs]

el rincón izquierdo.

warnings: sleep paralysis, psychological terror. pairing: chanyeol x fem!reader.

The night had loomed over them for more than 7 hours but they never imagined that someone would watch them from the shadow of the closet and chase them, even in the comfort of their home, under the warmth of their blankets and their tangled bodies.

She awoke to the fearful moans of her beloved, who seemed to suffer from the irrational terror that his own dreams were causing her. Chanyeol clung to her as if his life depended on it, pinching her hips and dipping his fingerstips into what felt as deep as her ileum.

She woke up confused, stunned by the breathy moans that escaped from her companion's mouth, but that wasn’t what petrified her, rather it was the sensation of a heavy gaze on them that came from the left corner of their room. Although she didn't see it, she knew exactly what the creature looked like. The image of the woman came to her eyelids like lightning, as if she had seen her before even though she hasn't. It was a pale woman, looking blue-gray, as if she was short of breath. Her dark jet-colored hair hid her face, the specter's posture allowed her to see her skeletal body but she also knew that it wouldn’t hesitate to advance to them if it deemed it necessary. She looked at them with determination, thirsty for pain and fear, wanting to reduce them to their most horrendous fears.

The moment she could take her gaze off, she turned her body towards the one who was still in his own torture and tenderly caressed him knowing that only in that way could put an end to his nightmares, although it was not quite so easy. Even after opening his eyes, Chanyeol was shaking and couldn’t go back to sleep even tough he wanted to. She asked him to tell her what he had seen in the depths of his dreams and he refused.

Later that day, after the hours have passed and their eyelids fell back involuntarily, in the light of day under a bright sun that cared them, she decided to question her love again and face the creature that had rendered him helpless... It turned out that she was the same woman who had been observing them the night before. And it was also the same one that would haunt them following nights. The lady who would arrive to caress her cheek at night and put her boyfriend in an eternal paralysis that lasted a few minutes but played with everything that had ever terrorized both of them.

It is to this day that she wonders if her lover's nightmares were only suggestions from her mind... Or had they really come to life?

— hello flor here, what did you think of the story? would you believe me if i told you that this is something that happened to me about two years ago? the thing is, @changshapatrol​​ has suggested me to do a series with my "paranormal experiences" and i wanted to know what you think? tell me if you would like to read another of my stories (and with which exo member should i replace my ex's name lmao) hope you enjoy it! happy halloween!♡ 

[dragonowl]

Our Memories Carved into the Season

The Sky that Doesn’t End Series

Genre: EXO AU, High School

Rating: PG

Pairing: Chanyeol x Myeong-suk (OC)

Summary:  In which a new girl comes to school. A new girl determined to be alone. That’s no problem for a happy virus though. Chanyeol has suddenly found a desire to make a deep connection with someone outside of his brothers, regardless of the trials presented.

First, Prev, AO3

Chapter 8: Winds of Change

Content warnings: abuse, manipulation, mind-control

-Song Recommendation 1, 2-

She stroked through his hair, whispering as he stared dazed at the long-forgotten assignment in front of him. Anyone walking by would have seen his eyes flashing unnatural colors, and possibly intervened. But she always managed to find secluded places where they wouldn’t be bothered.

“I can’t believe they won’t listen to you. You’re only trying to keep them safe and you’re one of the oldest ones. I mean, it’s not like Suho’s in charge.” She pulled out a vial from her pocket and leisurely unscrewed the lid, smiling as gas started wafting out. She placed it just under his nose, hand resting at the base of his neck, waiting for what his reaction would be. “Maybe they’ve just gotten too comfortable. They’re letting it compromise them.” His eyes shifted to a deep red and he took in a deeper breath of the gas, a growl escaping his throat as he tried to pull away. Her hand grasped the back of his neck firmly as she set the vial down and grabbed his hand, pressing her palm firmly against the back of it. “I think you’re right though. You should be the leader. Leave if you think that’s what’s best, and if they don’t follow you, then maybe they don’t care anymore. About their safety, or you. They’ve forgotten why you’re here. They’ve forgotten about your home, and they’ve forgotten about her.”

His hand twitched in hers as the smell of burnt flesh drifted up from their joined hands, and she tightened her grip as he tried to pull away with an instinctual grunt of pain. Her eyes grew red as she watched his for any resistance, even as her will embraced his mind. “It’s okay,” she whispered, releasing his neck and wiping away a stray tear from his cheek. “Everything will be okay now. You just have to trust me.”

~~~

He woke with a start, drenched in sweat and disoriented. His eyes tried to focus on his location, but the light was dim and his brain was weighted down in a fog.

He was in the library and it was dark. Had he been studying? The assignment on the table told him he had. His brow creased into a scowl. Why was he even bothering with such an unnecessary task? He growled at the thought of falling into a mundane human life and losing his purpose.

His purpose.

What was it again?

Stay safe. Don’t get attached. Move.

Move.

He had to get out. He had to get away. Something was wrong. They needed to leave.

He stood and turned to leave, grabbing his backpack, not bothering to gather up the assignment that now had no purpose.

~~~

He made his way to his room, not registering who was around or what they were doing. Mind focused on one thing.

Pulling his go-bag from the recesses of his closet, he tossed it on his bed and started mindlessly throwing in clothes and random possessions.

“Ge?”

“Good, you’re here,” he said, sparing Tao a glance. He got back in the closet, grabbed the second bag, and tossed it at the younger man. “Pack up. We need to leave.”

Tao didn’t respond for a minute, only staring at his older brother confused. Huffing in frustration, Feilong made his way back over and pulled the bag open, then started grabbing random pieces of Tao’s clothing and tossing them in. It finally jolted Tao into movement and he followed after his brother.

“Ge, what are you doing? Did something happen?”

“We just need to leave. We can’t stay here.” He shoved in another item, then grabbed onto Tao’s arms, forcing eye contact. “You believe me right? You’ll come with me? Even if Chanyeol is blinded and Suho lets his pride get the better of him, you’ll follow me, right Didi?”

“Feilong, are you feeling okay?”

“What?”

“It’s just...you’ve been acting different, and you’ve been on edge about everything lately.” Tao took a few steps back and refused to meet his brother’s eyes. “And we still don’t know where Lu-Ge is.”

“What are you saying?” Feilong spoke, his voice lowering.

Tao shot startled wide eyes at him and took another step back. “I...I think we should...we should stay together.”

Feilong’s face morphed into a disbelieving smile that twisted into a scowl. “Really?” He took several steps towards the younger man who quickly retreated, yelping when his back hit the wall and he had nowhere else to go. “Has everyone lost their mind?” he yelled, ripping Tao’s bag away and tossing it to the side. “So staying together is more important than staying alive? And, what, you think Suho can protect you and I can’t? You trust him more than me?”

“Ge-”

Feilong grabbed the collar of Tao’s jacket, shoving him against the wall, his eyes glowing red in his blinding anger. “I’m older! But no one ever listens to me! Who put high and mighty in charge? Is he the only one who’s worried about everyone? The only one that has a brain cell?” Tao’s jacket was pried out of his hands and pulled away. Feilong huffed in air as he tried to pull out of the hold on his shoulders. “Let go of me!”

“Feilong! Stop!”

“Look at what you’re doing!”

He continued to fight and was vaguely aware of someone kneeling next to Tao who had slumped to the floor. His attention darted to the door as Suho came through. He took one concerned look around the room, his eyes pausing on Feilong being restrained, then landing on Tao who was gasping around tears. Face morphing into anger, he turned his gaze back on the older man. “What happened?” When Feilong didn’t answer, he turned his gaze back to the two on the floor. “Lay, what happened? Is Tao okay?”

“He’s shaken, but physically okay. I don't know what happened though. We came because of the shouting. Kai had to pull him off.”

The leader turned his gaze back to Feilong waiting for an answer. “Well?” Suho asked when he refused to respond. “Is there a reason you tried to put Tao through the wall?”

“I don’t have to answer to you.” Feilong snapped.

“Feilong.” Suho’s voice was equally as angry, though firmer. “Look at him. You’ve traumatized him. And you’re refusing to give any reason as to why?”

“It’s not like our perfect leader would listen to me anyway.”

Hurt flashed across Suho’s eyes, but he remained firm. “I’m not perfect. I do my best to listen to everyone, but I can’t make everyone happy. And it most certainly does not give you the right to attack your brothers.”

“Why would I attack anyone? I’m trying to keep us safe!”

“Then open your eyes and look at what you did!” Suho bellowed. His sudden outburst pulled Feilong more to attention, and his eyes sought out his younger brother. Tao’s eyes were red from tears which were still sliding down his cheeks as Lay tried to lead him in a breathing exercise to calm down. “Why don’t you go for a walk and calm down. We can talk about this once all of our heads are clear again.”

Feilong’s attention snapped back up to Suho who was running a hand through his hair. “So you’ll finally listen to me about leaving.”

“I’m talking about this outburst, Feilong. This isn’t the first time and they’re getting worse. This can’t continue.”

Feilong scoffed, then shoved Kai off of him. Grabbing his bag, he rushed to the door past Suho, ignoring his attempts to stop him. The faces that greeted him on his way out were a blur and he flung open the front door, storming out into the early evening.

Chapter 9

[dailyexo]

[INTERVIEW] Lay - 200819 Rolling Stone India: “How Lay Zhang Claimed The Throne of M-pop”

"The singer-songwriter and producer offers an in-depth look into his latest record ‘Lit,’ his evolution as an artist and finding the balance between East and West

When I last spoke to Lay Zhang in 2018, he was embarking on an ambitious but daunting journey to bring Mandarin pop aka M-pop to the world. “I hope they think, ‘This artist isn’t bad,’” he had said with some trepidation in his voice. “I hope that they find my music special and maybe… they’ll want to learn more about me and Chinese music.” The singer-songwriter and producer aspired to create a true hybrid of traditional and modern music, a sound that defines our generation’s ability to package the past for the future.

Zhang, more commonly known by his stage name LAY, first debuted in 2012 as a member of world-famous K-pop group, EXO. Although he remains a member of the group, he’s spent the last couple of years in China to focus on a solo career and spotlight his own country’s burgeoning pop scene. It’s a process he kicked off with his second studio album Namanana in 2018, but he was still some time away from realizing his dream of pushing Chinese pop to a global stage.

It’s been nearly two years since our conversation for Rolling Stone India’s November 2018 cover feature, and any signs of trepidation are a thing of the past for LAY. We could chalk it up to him being two years older and wiser, but I’d like to think it’s because he kept his promise to bring M-pop to the world. If Namanana was just a dip in the pool of fusion experimentation, his latest studio album Lit is the deep dive.

“It is the evolution of M-pop for me,” LAY explains. “I wanted to take it to another level. When you hear the Chinese instruments, you know it is a different sound and vibe. The style is more pop, R&B, and hip-hop influenced with the Chinese instruments thoughtfully mixed in.” Comprising a total of 12 songs (all written and co-produced by LAY) Lit was released as two EPs instead of one LP; the first dropped in June while the second made its appearance in July. Nearly every track presents a fresh blend of traditional Chinese instruments like the hulusi, guzheng, flutes and gong with modern genres like trap, R&B, soul, hip-hop, future bass, dubstep and more. It’s a complex, refined and intricate record, utilizing production techniques that clearly outline LAY’s growth as an artist over the past two years. In retrospect, Namanana comes across a slightly more naive record–innocent and optimistic with a hope that international audiences would embrace both M-pop and LAY. Lit however seeks to take a different path and carves out the future LAY envisions with cool confidence and fearless production.

The tracks seesaw smoothly from Mandarin to English and back, with LAY showcasing both his vocal and rap skills. It’s an extremely powerful and expansive album, hair-raising at some moments due to the sheer surprises the artist packs in (at one point I hear what sounds like the tabla on “Call My Name” and it catches me totally off-guard.) Some of the collaborators on the record include big names like hip-hop hitmaker Murda Beatz, Grammy Award-winning producer Scott Storch, composer and producer Mitchell Owens and Grammy-nominated songwriter Mike Daley to name a few. For the title track “Lit,” LAY recruited China-native Anti-General who created a vicious and chilling trap/dubstep beat to complement lyrics that decimate LAY’s haters, gossip-mongers and the media, challenging them to come forward and take him down if they dare. The track sees the singer-songwriter rightfully crown himself a ‘king’ and leader in the music industry.

If that wasn’t enough, the music video for “Lit” is without a doubt one of the best released in 2020. With hundreds of extras, dancers, impeccable CGI and a compelling storyline, it’s more movie than music video, portraying LAY as a warrior king who refuses to be defeated. As executive producer, music director and co-choreographer on the project, LAY pays homage to China’s rich history and culture with tons of historical references and traditional symbolism. I tell him I particularly loved the symbolism of a white lotus emerging untouched and pure from the black ink–representing LAY’s rise in the industry–and he shares that the magnificent dragon that appears at the end was his personal favorite. “It was super important that we added it in,” he says. “It represents my wishes, aspirations and my relentless desire to always pursue perfection in the works that I create. I want my dancing, visuals, and music to be the very best it possibly can be.”

Lit is also thematically more complex and layered than any of LAY’s previous works, exploring concepts that revolve around confidence, love, fame, the media, success and more. “The album continues to explore chasing your dream,” the singer explains. “This time it’s about more personal things in my life. Like hometown, family and self-doubt.” A phonetic play on the word for lotus (莲 / lian) in Mandarin, ‘lit’ is a clever pun used to describe LAY’s similarity to a lotus and his prowess as a musician. He named the album after the lotus because of the symbolism of it growing and blossoming from dirt or mud. The lotus also continues the theme of duality with Lit’s two-part release, and, according to LAY’s team, “represents a new birth plus a new sound in the midst of all his past achievements.”

The album’s success more than speaks for itself– when the pre-order for Lit went live on China’s QQ Music streaming platform, nine certification records were instantly broken as it surpassed 1.5 million pre-orders within seven minutes and 19 seconds. This immediately pushed the EP to Number One on QQ Music’s daily and weekly album sales charts. Lit has also made LAY the best-selling artist in China in 2020, with a whopping 2.5 million records sold. It’s a testament to his drive and determination as an artist, the attention to detail and refusal to back down. The record’s international success was no less, hitting top 10 positions on iTunes charts across 32 countries, bagging 21 Number One spots and firmly cementing LAY’s position as the global megastar that he is.

Some things however, never change; brand deals, TV shows, multiple singles, EPs and collaborations keep his schedule completely booked and– just like back in 2018– it’s extremely tough to pin him down for a conversation. He’s currently in the middle of filming a reality show and has several other projects in the pipeline, but still makes the time to catch up and answer a few questions for Rolling Stone India. In this exclusive interview, LAY details his most successful record yet, the journey of finding the balance between East and West, dealing with the dark side of media attention and why the relationship between an artist and their fans needs to be a two-way street.

Congratulations on the release and tremendous success of Lit! It is an absolutely phenomenal record and I was thrilled to see you explore so many new streams of production. Can you tell me a little bit about the process of making this album and do you feel you met your own expectations for it?

For this album I wanted to mix in Chinese traditional instruments and tell Chinese stories. It is the evolution of M-pop for me. I wanted to take it to another level. When you hear the Chinese instruments you know it is a different sound and vibe. It is hard to say if I met my own expectations. As an artist you never ever feel your work is perfect. You can always find spots where you can improve. But I think what I was able to do with my team in the time we had was great.

You dove deeper into the fusion of tradition and modernity on this album than Namanana—there was a larger variety of Chinese instruments used as well as bilingual wordplay with language in the lyrics. In what ways do you feel you’ve evolved as a producer and songwriter since that album to Lit?

I am still trying to find the right style and combination to share my music and Chinese culture with the world. Lit was an example of my growth. I had this desire to include traditional stories and instruments from Chinese culture. Trying to find the balance with the Western music was challenging. I had to think and spend a lot of time arranging the chords around and fitting everything together. Also with this album I am talking about things in a more personal level and taking time to explain with more of an artistic style. I feel like I am growing up on this journey.

Lit is the first part of a series of EPs which will make a whole LP—why did you want to release it in this format and when did you begin working on the record?

I split it into two parts to give time to people to listen to it. I feel like if I released 12 songs at once, people may not give enough time to listen to each track. But when there are just six tracks each time, then it gives people time to listen more carefully. I started this project maybe early 2019.

The title track “Lit” is about your battle with the media, hateful netizens and malicious comments/rumors. Does it get easier over time to deal with this obsessive analysis of your life or does it never really ebb away?

It will always bother you, but over time you learn to deal with it. You focus on it less and less and back on what you love doing. When I make my music or learn dance or do anything I love, I kind of forget about it. Just focus on your goals and dreams and everything else becomes background noise.

The music for “Lit” is, in my opinion, the best of 2020 so far. Can you tell me a little about your role as the executive producer and music director on this project? How did the concept come about?

I was very involved in the project. I oversaw a lot of things that happened and discussed with almost everyone on the team on how to achieve my vision. When I was making the song I was thinking about how do we share Chinese culture. I thought filming in an ancient palace would catch people’s attention. It took off from there when discussing with the director. We started adding more and more elements of Chinese culture. We were trying to tell the story of Xiang Yu, a warlord who rebelled against the mighty Qin Dynasty but wasn’t able to conquer China. I’m Xiang Yu, but I’m trying to change my fate and succeed in my goal.

You incorporated Chinese Peking Opera in the music video version of the track and visual elements of Peking Opera in the album art for “Jade”–What was the motivation behind that decision and is there a particular story that the opera section references?

I wanted to bring people back in time to ancient China. I reference the traditional Chinese story of Xiang Yu and his love, Concubine Yu, so then I added in select passages from the Peking Opera Farewell My Concubine which tells their tragic story.

You displayed your incredible skills in dancing in this music video and you recently talked about how dancing was a way for you to show the audience who you are. Did you feel a sense of relief that the audience can see you or understand you a bit better after the release of “Lit”? Can the audience ever truly understand an artist?

It feels good to know people can see me and understand me more. I don’t think people can ever understand an artist completely. But they can relate to many things. I think that is a challenge for an artist to see how they can use their music to connect with people. It is a worthy challenge.

How do you hope that the artist you are today crafts the Lay Zhang of tomorrow?

I always believe in working hard and improving. I hope that the Lay Zhang of tomorrow continues to keep looking for ways to improve his art. I hope he never gives up his dreams.

Last time we spoke, we talked about Asian traditions represented in global mainstream pop culture. Now as you’ve grown as a megastar, you are one of the leading names in pop filling that space, bringing your heritage to the stage. Why is it important for our generation to see ourselves and our histories represented on these platforms by artists?

It is important for people to remember where they come from. They should know their own history and how their culture came to be. Also, it lets other people know another culture and have a deeper understanding. It can stop miscommunication and it helps people be closer to each other.

Why do fans need to see themselves in an artist? Does it work the same on the other side, do you as an artist see yourself in your fans?

I want fans to be able to relate with an artist. It is important for a fan to see themselves in artist and an artist to see themselves in a fan. When you can see each other you are able to understand each other better. You can connect with each other and really feel things.

I absolutely love the ‘Re-Reaction’ videos you have been doing for years and it means a lot to your fans that you take the time to do it. Why did you want to do this series and what does it mean to you to be able to connect with your fans like this and see them react to your work?

I am curious to know what fans and people think of my work. I want to know where I can improve. I want to keep growing as an artist. But also I want to let my fans know that I am reading their comments and I see everything they say.

Other than releasing more music, what are the rest of your plans for 2020? Do you have any film projects that you’re looking at taking up or are you planning on doing something completely different?

I am busy filming a TV drama and a few reality TV shows for the rest of 2020. A very busy schedule.”

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